Friday, July 20, 2007

   Maybe 16
This is a story I've been working on. It's not a fanfiction or anything remotely having to do with anime (sadly) but it's good (or so I've heard...) and wanted to share the first few pages with you. As always, if you wanna read more, just PM me and I'll send some more pages.

Here it is:
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The half-moon shown down on your house, telling of a fuller moon coming soon, and I looked over at you, sleeping soundly on your bed. There was nothing yet about you that would tell anyone of your true personality. Even your damned human nature isn’t who you really are. You’ve guessed before, but never come so close. You’ve always wondered why you’ve felt something so out of character—or so you thought. It is only a matter of time, as always. Your sixteenth is almost here, and the moon is swelling, getting ready to set you free.
I’m waiting for you to wake up, my dear…


Tossing and turning in my bed, I couldn’t seem to sleep for more than ten minutes at most. I had forgotten to shut the curtains the night before, making the moonshine strike my bed. That little shard of light kept me awake, with my sensitive eyes cursing it.
Before I go on, I have to explain this to you. My eyes are only sensitive at night, when the sun is gone. Light seems magnified, burning the backs of my pupils, keeping me blind until the sun shines it’s bright head once again. This has been happening since I turned fourteen, confusing me and keeping me from doing anything at night that my peers were doing. I remember the night I learned of my sensitivity well, since it was also the night I lost most of my friends, changing me from popular, to the school outcast.
Cassandra had asked me to come with her to the movies on a Thursday night, “Come on, begin the weekend a day early why don’t you?”
I obliged and we saw a new release. Strangely, I can’t remember what the movie was; all I could remember was that the screen was painful to watch, so I left for the bathroom very often, ending up outside in the dark and comfortable night. The moon was new, so there was nothing shining down on me, except the streetlamps, but my luck was up, and most of the lamps were broken.
When the movie was over, I was still standing outside, watching several teens skateboarding. Cassandra came out, looking for me.
“I’m over here, Casey!” I yelled, waving my hand. She saw the movement and heard my voice, but called back, “I can’t see you! I’m going to turn on my flashlight.”
Cassandra was always ready for anything, and pulled out her mini flashlight from her purse. When she shined it in my direction, I screamed out from the sudden light and clutched my eyes.
“God dammit, Casey, turn off the light!” I screeched at her. I still don’t know what she saw, but whatever it was, she screamed at the top of her lungs and bolted. None of the skaters cared, since most of them were stoned at the time. The ones that weren’t? Well, they might have just been ignoring the whole conflict.
The next day, Casey started spreading vicious rumors that I had been raped, and then it changed to rumors that I had attacked someone. Whatever she finished it with, the rumors grew, getting crazier as they went along. By the end of the year, I was virtually friendless, except for two of my friends that never believed anything Cassandra said. And yes, she still told rumors about me when she thought I was making too many friends or talking to people who didn’t know the story yet. Making my life miserable just seemed to be what she planned to do, but she had only half succeeded.
Now back to tonight. I just couldn’t get to sleep because of that damn moonlight. I even put the covers over my head, but it got stuffy under there after a while, making me wake up again.
“Dammit,” I groaned, opening my eyes to look at the clock. Five in the morning.
“Dammit,” I repeated, shutting my eyes again. My alarm clock didn’t even go off for another hour! I was still tired.
Instead of just lying there doing nothing, I sat up and got a book from the floor. I could see the letters clearly in the light streaming through my window.
The light of the sun started to shine at about six, and my alarm went off. Instead of smashing it off like I normally did, I just let it go. My brother needed to wake up early anyway, and I knew he could hear it through the wall that divided our rooms.
And a few minutes later: “TURN THAT DAMN THING OFF!”
“No!” I yelled back, “You need to drive me to school today!”
“Why?” he asked, half asleep and standing in my doorway. “Something happen on the bus again?”
Dakota was two years older than me, yet knew almost everything that happened on our bus. He normally drove me when something happened. Kota—the nickname I gave him when I was younger and I keep using it—also knew about my strange night-vision thing, so he understood.
He scratched his short black hair and yawned widely, showing all of his white teeth. I had matching black hair, but mine was waist-length. Even our eyes matched—a nice shade of purple-blue. We almost looked like twins, except for the fact that he’s a foot taller than me.
“Nothing happened yet, but it’s a matter of time before something does happen,” I told him. A thought occurred to me, “Are you picking up Blake too?”
Blake was Kota’s best friend who lived right down the street from us. My brother normally picked him up, since his car was in the shop. Kota shook his head, “He said he was going to skip today.”
Nodding, I got up and walk past him to the shower. Before I got in, I looked back at him.
“Nothing happened…yet.”

Half way through the school day and it is lunch. I just walked past the lunchroom and into the library. At least there would be no one from my old group there.
But I was wrong, like normal. Kota’s class was in there for a research project or something, and so was Cassandra’s. Not even my friends—the few that had stayed with me—were here.
And you know where the only open computer was in the whole library?
Yup, you guessed it. Cassandra. And right next to her? My brother.
Now if that’s not the most ironic thing I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is. But I had to sit down and look like I was doing something, and I really wanted to go on the internet.
So I sat down.
“Hey sis, I didn’t know your class was in here,” Kota instantly said, his eyes traveling to Cassandra and back to me. The silent question was “what are you doing? This is the girl that ruined your life.”
“They’re not. It’s my lunch mod,” I told him, ignoring Cassandra, of whom I knew was looking at the back of my head as if to ask “are you talking to someone? I’ll have to destroy whatever relationship you have with this person as soon as possible.”
I turned back to the computer and logged in. As I waited for the screen to load up, I chatted with Kota.
After a minute or two—the school computers are very slow—Casey couldn’t take it anymore, “Who’s your friend, Renee?”
“This is my brother, Dakota Tanner,” I told her with a large smile as I turned to face her. “Can’t you tell?”
She took a good look at the both of us, since I knew Kota was looking over my head at Casey to see what she would do. Casey nodded slowly and opened her mouth to say something when a guy I had never seen before came up to me. He looked at least a year older than my brother, or at least around the age of eighteen or nineteen. His short auburn hair was messy, almost as if he had just woken up. His outfit composed of baggy tan pants that unzipped to shorts—I could tell because they were half unzipped at the knees—and a tight black t-shirt with a complicated design on the shoulder. A tattoo spiraled up from his wrist, with complicated twists and turns, making you mesmerized.
“Are you Renee Tanner?” He asked, looking into my eyes with his clear green ones.





sorry...I didn't know how many pages to put up...so I just got all the way to Cicero (thanks to Charlie Manson, you can see what he looks like) and pasted.

~Okami~
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