Hello! Thanks for reading my story and commenting, and everything! It means alot! So yeah.
i don't own Ib, but i'd like to meet Garry, why? Because he's sweet and hot! And do i really need a reason? XD
Ib stared at the newcomer, that feeling of recognition and familiarity still swirling in her head and pounding in her chest. Had she met him somewhere before? The boy was pale, like her, tall and he hadon a bluish-purplish coat that hung down to his feet and was ragged at the edges, and a dark,forest green shirt. His hair was light purple with strands of dark purple that seemed to be growing from the middle of his head. Ib wondered if that was his natural hair color, she hadn't seen any other human being with naturally purple hair. She couldn't see his eyes all that well through his purple bangs, but she could practically see the aura of mysteriousness that surrounded him. Every teen girl in the room seemed to instantly fall in love, andwhen Ib looked over she saw one of them had fainted! Ugh, silly girls.
The newcomer in question just stood there, staring blankly at the peach colored walls. Ib thought he looked absolutely miserable and she felt a twinge of pity. Was the man his father? Was he being put into foster care by his own biological parents? She had seen several cases like that but all of those kids' parents had been crying or looked absolutely bedraggled or begging to let them keep their child. This man looked like a lawyer or a senator. And Ib could see a headset phone on his ear. She sat there feeling her strange feelings and wondering, as the adults wrapped up their conversation. The man that had brought the boy turned and left without a backwards glance. Glinda watched the man go with an expression that looked as if she had swallowed something foul. Ib saw the teen look at the man's retreating back dejectedly. He then moved toward a medium-sized suitcase and picked it up.
Glenda smiled gently, her soft blue eyes smiling too, and guided him toward the stairs to the "dorms." As their retreating footsteps faded, the "hangout room" as the adults called it, burst into conversation, mostly by the girls. Ib could pick up snippets of conversation made by the one's closest to her.
"OMG! Did you see his hair? Purple is SO my new fav color..." One girl said.
"He's so tall! I wonder if he's muscular too..." Said another,
"He like totally gives off the aura of a badboy! Do you think he'd like me..." a girl by the name of Melissa asked her friend fervently.
"He looks like a fag! I bet i could beat him up with one hand tyed behind my back!" Randie, (Ib's bully) shouted to anyone near enough to hear him.
Ib tried to tune them out as she looked again out the window. It had stopped pouring and had started to drizzle, sunlight pushed it's way through the clouds half-heartedly. Ib thought about the purple haired teen. Why did he look familiar? Did she happen to pass by him at some point in time? Something clicked in her head as a fuzzy memory of a purple haired individual looking at a rose sculpture swam across the back of her mind. A museum perhaps? The only time she had been to a museum was when...when...
She inhaled and exhaled slowly, Don't think about that she scolded herself.
Had he been there at the time? Even though she remembered her parents' deaths she couldn't recall anything else about that day other than a vague description of the person who murdered them: a young person with blonde hair and a green outfit. That was all she could remember and she shuddered. She was pulled from her musings for the second time when she heard footsteps thumping loudly down the stairs, Miss Gloria's boots most likely. As she entered Ib's line of vision, Ib saw the mysterious boy trailing behind her, his head down. The noise in the Hangout Room died as if a switch had been flicked. Miss Glinda cleared her throat to gain the attention already on her.
"Boys and Girls, this is Garry, the newest member to the Crabtree Family!" Miss Glinda beamed and clapped her hands like a grown schoolgirl, "I want you to treat him nicely and make him feel welcome!" She smiled a smile that gave halloween pumpkins a bad name. A moment of silence was present before Glinda said, "Now don't just sit there! Say hello!"
There was a chorus of "Hello,Garry!" from almost every kid, excluding the bullies and Ib herself. Garry, however did not look up and seemed intent on memorizing his worn brown shoes. Miss Glinda looked over at him and said, barely loud enough for the kids to hear, "Garry, don't be rude! Lift up your head and say hello!" Garry didn't respond but slowly lifted his gaze upward, showing a pale face hidden slightly by anime styled bangs.
Garry pulled his bangs out of his face, showing his eyes for the first time. There was a collective gasp from the girls. Shocking electric blue and purple surrounded by thick, black lashes. Ib stared, her mother had once said that the eyes were the window to the soul, well from what she could see, Garry was an individual. She could see the kindness and love in his eyes but she could also see that he shielded himself from others' kindness and love.
Just like her.
YES! I finished it and i don't think it sucks! It took me forever to describe Garry's eyes but i think i did ok... anyway like and favorite if you enjoyed(Pewdiepie FTW) and review, your opinions make my day! Thank you!
BTW, yes Ib has bullies, which will be more detailed in later chapters and guess who killed Ib's parents ands where? XD YUP! Hehehehehe
