A/N: Sorry, but it's going to be a little short for this chapter so I'll make it up in the fifth chapter.
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Life Between Two Worlds
Chapter Four: Curiosity
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''I've graded your papers and will be handing them out now. Starting by the first row, and then the second, soon you will be off to science class. First row.'' I stood out of my seat and followed with the rest of my classmates to the teacher's desk. When it was my turn to receive my papers, Mrs. Hammer gave me stern, disappointed look that made my heart thud as I took the graded papers.
I didn't… fail… did I?
I went back to my desk, hand shaking slightly. The look in her eyes tells me that I didn't do well… slowly, my eyes reared down to the paper.
C… minus.
I facepalmed. This is ridiculous, I how the heck did I get a C-? This is really sad and pathetic. I'm not the best essay writer, but one thing I do know is that a C- is the lowest I can get within a grade! My mother is gonna kill me…
M-maybe I can hide it…? ''And make sure your parents sign this essay for confirmation they have received it.'' Nope, all hope is lost and I'm going to get grounded for eternity! Worst day possible! ''Now I am pleased that some of you actually put effort into you studies and gave me a legitimate review over the political subject, I am proud.'' Guilt, shame and jealousy ebbed through my being.
Am I stupid? No… but I could have done better, so much better, hell a lot better than this BS! I'M SUPPOSE TO BE THE 'SMART ONE' AND I GET A C MINUS?! I'm good at English and Reading, yet when explaining myself and things I'm everywhere! I cannot do a decent biography without being wordy and adding so much fat and flab to the story, it exaggerates.
Why do I have to screw things up?
''Class is demised.'' Snatching all my papers, I shuffled out of my seat and strolled out the down, downcast. I can't believe I gotten a C-… I'm suppose to be like Donatello, the smartish one, now I'm getting lower grades than usual It's stressful, and embarrassing to explain within the least. ''Hey Amber.'' I jumped out of my skin at the unexpected greeting, and the hairs in my neck stood up… ''What?'' I hissed. I wasn't in a great mood to be teased by Brodie any longer- ''geeze, I'm sorry, I'll just talk you later.'' I blinked in confusion.
Turning around to find not Brodie, but instead met with an Asian. ''O-oh, um, I-I'm so sorry, I'm sorry… I didn't realize it was you, Jay.'' His charming, almond green eyes sparkled with curiosity, ''that's fine, I just wanted to talk to you, that's all.'' Jay's fingers ran through his ruffled black hair and internally I sighed dreamily. ''S-so, um, whadda want to talk about?'' Jay is my classmate that sits on fourth row, but sometimes I still manage to peep at him.
''Well, I was wondering if you were sitting with anybody at lunch.'' My heart pounded with anticipation. Is he going to ask to sit with me? ''W-well, I was b-but I can make arrangements.'' I stuttered, fiddling with my dainty fingers, ''why do you ask?''
The boy that stood before me is Jay Whong, 15, intelligent, creative and in my eyes the most attractive Asian in this school. I'd met him three years ago- well, not officially meeting him until this year, me being shy and all didn't help, ''I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I was kind of watching you drawing some characters…'' My smile slipped from me, replaced with a nervous grimace.
He saw my atrocious artwork? ''Um... I'm sorry you had to see that.'' I rubbed the back of my neck and looked away, ''I'm not the best, alright? But I'm trying.'' Jay looked at me in confusion, ''what? No, I thought it was pretty good, you drew Sailor Moon, right?'' My sadden eyes brightened at his positive words, ''really? You like it?'' He smiled, shoving his hands into his pants pockets, ''yeah, I do. You know I like drawing too? '' This sour day became sweeter just by this revelation.
Inside, I squealed like a little girl. I cannot believe that my crush loves drawing! ''Oh really? I totally didn't know that! You like anime too?'' He nodded with a grin, ''yeah I do! Maybe I can show you some of my artwork later on?'' I beamed and hastily nodded, ''of course! I'll be happy to look at it.''
''Great, anyway, I have to go to class. See you later.''
I waved as Jay walked away, and then quietly I did a mini dance. Jay wants to sit with me! OMG!
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Lunch came around noonday, and oddly I felt very anxious and I couldn't stop shivering in fear. What happens if Jay set me up? Or he humiliates me?
No, calm down Amber, that won't happen… but what if he does?
''Hey.''
''Hey Steve.'' I nonchalantly said, grabbing myself a tray and plate. Today's Friday menu was pizza. Appetizing (hinted sarcasm). I grabbed myself two pepperoni pizzas and slid down to receive a cookie and drink, ''you're sitting with us today?'' Automatically I was about to say 'yes' but then I just realized that I probably won't be sitting with them.
''No… not today.'' I said, placing weight on the opposite hip. Even without turning around, I could sense Steve's surprise and curiousness, ''…oh, um, okay.'' He breathed, ''then… who're you sitting with?''
''Jay.''
''Jay who?'' ''Jay Whong, he's in my class so you don't know him. Anyway, I'll talk you later, okay?'' I wasn't sure disappointment edged across Steve's face, but I can definitely see the wrinkles creasing his lips, ''m'kay, sure.'' He mumbled slowly.
Now I carried a confused expression, ''something's wrong? Are you-''
''Hurry up with the line!'' I winced and walked away from lunch buffet, ''talk to you later!'' I shouted.
Throughout most of the crowd filling the tables, I fortunately stumbled upon an empty table. Setting my food on the table, I sat silently as I prepped myself. Okay, lip balm, check, hair puffy, good… glasses clean… and oh, I have to straightened my shirt! It's always best to appear presentable. While I waited, I tapped on the table, tapped my foot against the marble floor and bit my lip.
… Maybe he is ditching me, I wasn't so sure.
''Hey Amber.'' I whipped around to find Jay sitting next to me. How come I haven't noticed that Dragon Ball Z t-shirt he's wearing? And those black slacks? Mmm, so hot… ''hi.'' I replied meekly with a grin, ''so, I brought some of my artwork for you to look at…'' My eyes brightened at the news, ''really? I'd love to see it.'' Jay smiled cheekily and laid stacks of paper on the table, ''um, it's not much but…''
''Looks like a lot to me.''
Jay chuckled, ''hehe, yeah. Maybe we can talk about some stuff, and, you know, get to know eachother more?'' My heart sped faster than average speed and I had to restrain myself from giggling like a school girl, ''yes, that would be nice. So… um, what do you like?'' I asked.
He curled his long, ebony hair behind his ear, ''I enjoy anime, drawing… ah… reading, hanging out with friends, cooking… getting good grades… honoring elders, Asian stuff. What about you?'' I laughed at his joke and taken a bite out of my pizza.
Yup, taste like cheap Ceasars pizza.
''Well, not much, but I do like to draw a lot, and then love reading novels and fanfiction. I play videogames, but recently I haven't…- been hooked on the internet, you know… nooby stuff.''
''Oh, really? I only met two girls within this whole school that plays videogames! What games do you play? I have Gamecube and love Mario Kart, and Paper Mario… and then there's Dragon Ball Z.'' This sparked my interest to become more comfortable with my crush, ''I've played Shark Tale, Paper Mario 2, Super Mario Sunshine… and played- no, adored Monkey Balls. Oh, and when I told someone I play a game called 'Monkey Balls' they seriously thought…''
''They thought what? Wait, let me guess… did they think you were actually playing with…?'' I nodded with an amused face, ''yeah… she thought I actually was playing with Monkey Balls.''
For quite some time we indulged in our favorite series, and started to know eachother a bit more than just 'classmates', and then he revealed to me his artwork.
… Wow, I didn't know he liked TMNT too. ''Oh, you're like, way better than me! Looks like a professional did this artwork.'' Awing at the beautiful strokes that formed remarkable shapes and figurative bodies, I picked up another page and stared… ''Jay, this is very good artwork, I love how you did Leonardo here.''
''You know the Ninja Turtles?'' He asked, and with a pink blush, I nodded slowly, ''um, yeah, just gotten into the series last year… the recent series, 2012 version, but I have seen the 2003 version, just didn't care much for it.'' ''I see. I like the 2012 version too, they look and like teenagers instead of grown men…''
''What do you like about them? They're physical features? Personality? Awesomeness? You know I love the music and their fighting skills and hotness and epicness and badassness and…'' I was about to go on the fangirl rampage again if it wasn't for him stopping me, ''I'm not sure how to explain it, I just like them a lot.'' ''I can see that. Sorry, just sometimes I can become excited about certain things… you like Sonic the hedgehog?''
''Ugh! I freakin' hated that animal since 2010!'' My excited demeanor faded just a tad, ''oh… well, I never really cared much for him after SEGA removed Jason Griffth for Craig Smith.'' We all have our differences, and so I'm respecting them… while secretly putting their names in a Death Note booklet.
''I know right? And then that pink hedgehog-''
''Amy Rose.''
''Yeah! She sounded so annoying! Ughh….! I wanted to rip my ears out.'' I nodded. ''Which turtle is your favorite?''
''Huh?'' He blinked at the sudden change, ''which turtle is your favorite.'' I repeated.
''Michelangelo.'' My smile widens, ''I. Love. Michelangelo!''
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''So how was your date…?'' Ugh, great, Jamie is pestering me about Jay. School's over, and we all headed to the bus with our backpacks filled with textbooks and shitloads of homework, ''it wasn't a date, gosh, why do everyone accuses it's a date when it's just simply enjoying eachothers company?!'' We sat in the back seat of the bus, trying to remove ourselves from the obnoxious crowd, ''…but isn't that still related to a date?'' Her dark brown eyes twinkled and a smug expression transformed her usually tranquil face.
I groaned.
''You understand what I meant! He asked me, and I agreed to it but not like that!''
''Even so, you probably wished it as a date anyway.'' ''Whatever, I'm just wondering why suddenly he's interested in knowing me.'' I mused quietly.
''Maybe he wants to get into your-'' ''don't even say it Steve, I doubt that…- and weren't you talking with the Bieber lover, Shelly?''
''I'm right here you know.'' I turned around to see Shelly's annoying scowl, ''and we weren't talking about Justin, it's about other important stuff.'' She added. ''Hey, do you mind if I come over your house for a bit? I asked my parents and they said yes.'' Jamie explained, pulling on her red-black striped sleeves, and in response I shrugged, ''I'm not exactly sure, I think my mom's at home but I guess… I have to call her just in case.'' Sometimes Jamie and I would visit eachother's house, not often, but when we do, it's enjoyable and entertaining.
''New episode tomorrow.'' My friend girl, girlfriend, whatever you call it, squealed. ''Ohmygosh, totally can't wait! I'm going to set my alarm clock for it.''
I grinned.
''Hey, can I come too?'' Steve asked, and I sighed. ''Yes…''
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Finally getting off the steps, I landed on the concrete with Jamie and Steve following after me, ''are we going to the tree house first?'' Asked Steve, ''nah… I'm not really in the mood, and besides, that little 'house' we're building looks terrible.''
''Hey…! At least we're trying!'' Steve bristled, and I frowned, ''I suppose. Anyway, let's go.'' We groped our backpacks, moving silently on the sidewalk. I didn't think about much, but my mind began to wonder about the elderly lady, Gladys.
I've met and sat with many old people, but I haven't seen on in my hometown that's old enough to be my great, great grandmother. Alright, that is a little rude… but she seems, too old to be handle a store! What if someone robs her? How can she defend herself? Or maybe she has a pet cat that helps out?
Hm… I wonder what it's like to practice Shaman magic, not that I believe in that stuff or anything, I'm just a bit… intrigued to simply put. ''What are we going to do once we get to your house?'' Steve asked.
''Chores, homework, food and TV… or internet.''
A/N: Like I said, sorry about the short chapter but I'll make it up to you in the fifth! Another note, I'll be getting deeper with the TMNT universe once we get up to… I don't know, chapter ten? You guys probably know me by now, (within the story) and probably the side characters to get a grasp with what we're dealing with so you readers would probably demand the TMNT characters by now, but not just yet.
I also want to add that this main fanfiction will be dealing with a lot of Supernatural or spiritual things, because that's the main plot device that's driving the story and we'll be having some dark magic or superbeings, so, if you're not comfortable with it I suggest you ditch this story. The thing is that I wanted to try something unique :) and non-typical or predictable.
And… I used a real life person in this fanfic :3. Bye.