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Rock and Roll High School
New Fiction by Sami
Note:
I don’t know what I’m trying to accomplish with this one.
I guess I just miss making everyone blush.
I don’t own anyone in this story, they belong to themselves.
Except me- I own me.
Contrary to popular belief, I DO NOT OWN TROY WAMBOLD.
So bleh.
Everyone is in the same grade.
I don’t give a s**t when you were born.
That’s how I roll.
There will be cameos from all sorts of bands, so watch out.
Don’t expect me to finish it.
Let’s begin.
Chapter One:
Claire sat at her desk, listening to her CD player before class started. It was the first day of her senior year and to her dismay, none of her friends were in her first period class. She leaned over her desk, her chin resting on her hand. She stared off into the distance, her eyes glued on the chalk board in front of her. The year was off to a boring start. Suddenly, the door opened and her teacher walked in, jolting Claire out of her daze.
The teacher was being trailed by an extremely tall and extremely thin teenage boy, whose face was covered by a thick, messy mass of brown hair. He was wearing skin tight black jeans, a polka-dotted dress shirt, a black tie, and a vest over the top and beneath his bangs, Claire could see him biting his lip in nervousness. He stood behind the teacher, slightly hunched over, the toes of his black boots pointing inwards. It almost seemed as though he didn’t fit into the room, he was so tall. The teacher introduced him as Faris Badwan, their new foreign exchange student from London who would be staying with them for the year. She asked him to take a seat in a free chair. The boy nodded, and awkwardly walked to the nearest empty seat, which was right next to Claire. Perhaps the year wasn’t going to be so boring.
The boy, Faris, could barely fit in the desk; his long legs were cramped underneath it. He looked up at her, or at least, she thought he was looking at her; she couldn’t see his eyes through his brown bangs, but she could see that he was smiling. “Hullo,” he said softly, in a British accent. Claire could feel her cheeks burning; she wasn’t normally swayed by accents but his was different. It was the smile that went along with it- it was sweet but insane and since she couldn’t see his eyes, there was a hint of mystery. She felt her knees shake a little.
“Hi, I’m C-C-C-C-Claire,” she managed to stammer. Faris smiled and Claire’s heart seemed to melt in her chest.
“I’m Faris.”
She nodded. It was all she was able to do.
The class started, much to Claire’s relief; she didn’t know what else she would’ve been able to say to him. The new boy busied himself with drawing small black doodles over a page in his notebook for the rest of the class period, which was good for Claire, because it allowed for her to stare at him. Not that he would’ve been able to see her anyways; she was surprised he could see anything at all through his hair. That was probably why he was talking to me, she thought, he can’t see me through his hair. She sighed heavily and began to take a few notes, but no matter how hard she tried, all the words she wrote seemed to turn into drawings of Faris. How was it that he had been there for only a few minutes and he was all she could think about? She begged for class to be over.
The bell rang and Claire nearly ran out of the room.
She had to put distance between her and Faris or else the amount of blood rushing to her head would surely make her face explode.
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we will disappear at night with blood on the concrete.
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 S E X L 3 X I A · Mon May 28, 2007 @ 11:22pm · 0 Comments |
