A/N: Thanks so much for the positive comments! This chapter is set just before Mara goes all bad girl.
Chapter 1
Shining Soul
"Mara? Mara?"
I was pretty sure I was dreaming. There I was, being dragged away by some strange man towards a warehouse. I was screaming, crying and trying to wriggle free.
Then I saw it.
The first thing I could register was two shimmering, crystal blue orbs.
The second thing was my name being called.
"Mara? Mara?"
The third thing was a shimmering white smile. Jerome's smile.
"Jerome?" I called weakly.
The mysterious figure laughed.
Then he was gone.
I woke up sweating and breathing heavily.
It was just a dream.
I sighed. This is what I get for having a nap right after school.
After a few clothes changes, just to impress Mick, I walked slowly down the stairs, when I heard Mick's voice. He was talking to Jerome and Alfie.
"Can you knock off the whole me and Mara stuff? It's never gonna happen (A/N: Sorry if I got this quote wrong)."
I sat down on the stairs. I'm boring? I'm sensible?
I guess I am.
So I'm going to do something about it.
Bad girl Mara.
The girl who couldn't care less.
I like it.
It has a certain. . . charm.
More importantly, it will show Mick that I am not some boring square.
I'm exciting.
Wuthering Heights exciting.
Oh yeah.
The next day I walked into school, wearing a borrowed pair of Patricia's tights and all the make up I could find.
"Didn't you used to be Mara?" Jerome asked, his eyes boring into me.
I ignored him and walked to my chair, swaying my hips. I could see Mick's face, he was impressed. Mrs Andrews wasn't though.
Oh, who cares. After class, I could have sworn that Mick was staring at me. Jerome had to go and ruin it by brushing past me and smiling at me. I instantly found myself lost in his eyes.
Darn you Jerome and your stupid. . . beautiful eyes.
I bumped into him later on as well. He was coming out of my room.
"Watch where you're going Jerome," I sneered.
"Oh, Mara Mara Mara," he said simply.
"What were you doing in my room anyway?" I asked.
"Nothing. . ." he slipped away.
"Hmm."
I walked into my room and plonked down onto my bed. I was sitting on something hard.
"Huh?" I said quietly, pulling the hard object out from under me.
"A CD player?"
I put the headphones in and pressed play. It was. . . Avril Lavigne?
Uh huh, life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is
Cause life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is
Chill out whatcha yelling' for?
Laid back it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
you will see
I like you the way you are
When we're drivin' in your car
and you're talking to me one on one but you've become
Somebody else round everyone else
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
And you fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
I pulled out the headphones and turned it off. Jerome? Avril Lavigne? That didn't seem like Jerome. Then again, I didn't know much about Jerome.
Maybe I should get to know him better.