Caught in the Rain
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jenioctaviaKyla's doing this, and I just feel like flowing a random example. xD
Yes, this is my story, completely original plot and characters.
I'll post it in parts. Feedback is welcome. <3 Prefered, actually.
/shamlessplug x)
Caught in the Rain
It was a mildly humid spring day when school had started once more, and the hustle and bustle of the small hill town was in full swing once more, no place more so then the local college. Flowers were in full bloom, colorful pedals turned upwards to the bright afternoon sun, drinking in the rays of light with each passing minute. Birds sang of their wondrous and simple life in the many glorious and proud trees that littered the spanning courtyards of the campus. Students milled about, hopping from building to building as the day progressed, chatting amongst their peers and falling back in to the general swing of things from their extended breaks between terms.
For one student, though, it was just another mundane day like any other. Forced to go through the cycles of psudo-adult life, hovering somewhere between the real world and the adolescent traps of education. Leaning against the rough, faded red brick wall of Moody Hall, arms crossed over his chest, gaze to the cloudy colored gray cement ground, Nick was once again finding himself muttering off the many ways and reasons he absolutely abhorred going to college. Towards the end of his incessant muttering, an all too cheery voice abruptly halted him and started in to the familiar rant.
“’And last but not least, the fact that everyone here seems to have a goal except me.’”
“Oh, bite my white ass, Tim.” Nick snapped bitterly, the obvious frown gracing his narrow faced features clearly showing that he wasn’t in a joking mood. Tim simply shook his head, letting off a dark chuckle and clapping his friend on the shoulder with his free hand, the other currently attached to his weighted down backpack.
“Come on, Nick. Its not that bad,” Tim attempted to encourage his friend, “Just keep plugging along for a few more years. Something good has to eventually come out of you being here.”
Nick remained silent as a few giggling females walked by, his eyes following them with only the tiniest hint of curiosity. Once they had entered the building through the set of double doors a few feet away from him, he responded with a weary, “I just wish Dad didn’t force me to come. I turned eighteen almost three years ago now and he still insists on treating me like a child.”
It was Tim’s turn to frown now, knowing from experience exactly how controlling and manipulative Nick’s father could be. Like any parent, the man was simply trying to do what was best for his son, however he refused to let Nick take control of his own life and make his own mistakes.
“Well, I keep saying you need to stand up to him. I know you won’t, but I’ll keep saying it until I’m blue in the face, man.”
“Of course. That’s what you’re here for. To constantly remind me of what I should be doing, until I get fed up and punch you in the jaw,” Nick agreed, finally managing to crack a tiny grin.
“Just like last week, right?” Another voice, deeper this time, reached Nick’s ears, prying his pale blue eyed gaze upwards in the direction of the student center building about five hundred yards away. The imposing figures of Jet and Nathan, two of the star players on the college’s basketball team, met his field of vision, both of them grinning idiotically. The one who happened to speak was, of course, Jet. Nathan on the other hand, though seeming at times like a strange sort of clone to his basketball playing friend, was generally the soft spoken one, simply smirking and laughing along with the jokes that Jet was notorious for.
“You know, I think I still have a bruise from that, Nick. See? See?” Tim chimed in, lifting his chin up and pointing to it repeatedly. Attempting a light smack upside the head, Nick raised his large hand in the air only to have Tim skillfully duck away, turning gracefully with a laugh. Knowing a person for over half of one’s life tended to give a bit of an advantage in knowing when and how they were going to retaliate for some silly little thing.
“Come on you crack monkeys, we’re going to be late for biology.” Nathan finally piped up, turning and heading in to the two-story brick building, Jet and Tim following closely behind. Nick pushed himself off the wall, hands diving deep in to the pockets of his baggy navy denim jeans, lowering his head as he often did when he walked.
A strange shimmer in the distance caught his eye, causing him to prematurely lift his head, eyes narrowing in to the bright sunlight that beat down upon the cement paths of the campus grounds. That was when he saw her for the first time.
Short, highlighted deep blonde hair, shortest at the chin and longest at the shoulders, tumbled down from a bowed head in messy, slightly curled locks. Shadowed eyes, partially hidden by tinted lenses and rounded silver frames, scanned over a thick hard back book sitting in her drawn up knees. Her slightly large body was perched on one of the curved, stone ledges that surrounded a large, shimmering fountain that spouted water from a beautifully carved statue in the middle. Though water sprayed her back, she seemed completely unaware of it.
A black cord, slightly twitching with the occasional movement, led down from her covered ears, obvious ear-bud headphones to a green bag at her side, more then likely to some sort of portable device buried inside. The clothes adorning her body were simple, yet seemed to accentuate her full figured features nicely. Flared midnight blue hip huggers met by a baggy tan shirt twice her size, long sleeves rolled up to her elbows, covered everything, leaving it all to the imagination. At her feet, seemingly misplaced brown leather sandals hung loosely from their straps. Around her neck, a black studded choker, and the thing that caught his eye; a strange tiny glass bottle wrapped in copper wire attached to a fading black string that swung dangerously close to the pages of the novel she was utterly engrossed in. It became apparent to Nick after a short moment of studying the girl that it was the blue liquid inside that bottle that happened to be catching the beams of the sun cast down to earth, twisting inside the coloring and throwing strange light in his direction.
He couldn’t tear his eyes off of her; no matter how hard he tried, his line of sight was completely held by this strange, almost painting like image of a young woman sitting in front of the huge fountain, completely entranced by some novel that was probably heavier then all the books in his bag combined. Yet she never once raised her eyes away from those words on the pages to glance in his direction, nor did she even acknowledge the other multitude of students that passed her by. A sudden and short spring breeze lifted her hair momentarily, and even from the distance Nick was at, he could see traces of clinging tears shimmering in the corners of her eyes.
“Nick. Hey Nick! Earth to Nickolas! Come in! YO!” Jet’s booming voice snapped him instantly out of his trance, body wheeling around to stare up at the towering mass of a young man standing there with a completely confused look on his gaunt face, “What the hell, man? You were like, zombiefied or something! Did the teacher from your last class steal your brain while you weren’t looking?” Jet rambled on, waving an arm around as though this may emphasize his lack of a point in all of it.
“No I just, well,” he paused, trailing off and pursing his lips. What was he doing, staring at that girl? Its not like she was particularly beautiful or stunning. She was rather plain, actually, if not a touch chunky in weight. However there was something completely inexplicable about her, something that held his attention better then any piece of artwork or music had in his life. His friend, however, caught on before Nick even had a moment to compose and explain his bizarre actions. Deep brown eyes twisted up to the fountain along with a wry smile, large hand roughly smacking him in his back.
“Don’t even think about it, Nick. She’s not even in your league.” Nick furrowed his brows to this, admittedly letting his own eyes wander back.
“Isn’t it usually the other way around?” he queried; unable to help but wonder what in the world Jet was getting at. Jet’s expression softened, head slowly moving from side to side. There was a hint of pity to his next words.
“No way. Look at her, sitting all alone. She does that for a reason. No one will even go near her. See she came here last term, transferred from another college suddenly, and no one knows anything about her. Rumors still follow people I suppose. They say her mother died just a few months ago, and a bunch of her friends before that. A lot of people say that she’s a witch or a Satan worshipper or something, that all these people die around her because they get wrapped up in her messed up life. Its even been said that she sacrifices them for her rituals. Trust me, Nick. She ain’t worth it. You’d probably wind up dead too.”
Nick turned a cold glare to his friend, shaking his head and stepping away from the hand that was still on his back.
“And you believe everything everyone tells you? Come on, Jet. This isn’t high school anymore. Stereotyping some one based on word of mouth is really immature,” he snapped, turning and storming in to the building with one last hesitant glance to the girl on the fountain.
A witch…
Part two tomorrow! :D
Yes, this is my story, completely original plot and characters.
I'll post it in parts. Feedback is welcome. <3 Prefered, actually.
/shamlessplug x)
Caught in the Rain
It was a mildly humid spring day when school had started once more, and the hustle and bustle of the small hill town was in full swing once more, no place more so then the local college. Flowers were in full bloom, colorful pedals turned upwards to the bright afternoon sun, drinking in the rays of light with each passing minute. Birds sang of their wondrous and simple life in the many glorious and proud trees that littered the spanning courtyards of the campus. Students milled about, hopping from building to building as the day progressed, chatting amongst their peers and falling back in to the general swing of things from their extended breaks between terms.
For one student, though, it was just another mundane day like any other. Forced to go through the cycles of psudo-adult life, hovering somewhere between the real world and the adolescent traps of education. Leaning against the rough, faded red brick wall of Moody Hall, arms crossed over his chest, gaze to the cloudy colored gray cement ground, Nick was once again finding himself muttering off the many ways and reasons he absolutely abhorred going to college. Towards the end of his incessant muttering, an all too cheery voice abruptly halted him and started in to the familiar rant.
“’And last but not least, the fact that everyone here seems to have a goal except me.’”
“Oh, bite my white ass, Tim.” Nick snapped bitterly, the obvious frown gracing his narrow faced features clearly showing that he wasn’t in a joking mood. Tim simply shook his head, letting off a dark chuckle and clapping his friend on the shoulder with his free hand, the other currently attached to his weighted down backpack.
“Come on, Nick. Its not that bad,” Tim attempted to encourage his friend, “Just keep plugging along for a few more years. Something good has to eventually come out of you being here.”
Nick remained silent as a few giggling females walked by, his eyes following them with only the tiniest hint of curiosity. Once they had entered the building through the set of double doors a few feet away from him, he responded with a weary, “I just wish Dad didn’t force me to come. I turned eighteen almost three years ago now and he still insists on treating me like a child.”
It was Tim’s turn to frown now, knowing from experience exactly how controlling and manipulative Nick’s father could be. Like any parent, the man was simply trying to do what was best for his son, however he refused to let Nick take control of his own life and make his own mistakes.
“Well, I keep saying you need to stand up to him. I know you won’t, but I’ll keep saying it until I’m blue in the face, man.”
“Of course. That’s what you’re here for. To constantly remind me of what I should be doing, until I get fed up and punch you in the jaw,” Nick agreed, finally managing to crack a tiny grin.
“Just like last week, right?” Another voice, deeper this time, reached Nick’s ears, prying his pale blue eyed gaze upwards in the direction of the student center building about five hundred yards away. The imposing figures of Jet and Nathan, two of the star players on the college’s basketball team, met his field of vision, both of them grinning idiotically. The one who happened to speak was, of course, Jet. Nathan on the other hand, though seeming at times like a strange sort of clone to his basketball playing friend, was generally the soft spoken one, simply smirking and laughing along with the jokes that Jet was notorious for.
“You know, I think I still have a bruise from that, Nick. See? See?” Tim chimed in, lifting his chin up and pointing to it repeatedly. Attempting a light smack upside the head, Nick raised his large hand in the air only to have Tim skillfully duck away, turning gracefully with a laugh. Knowing a person for over half of one’s life tended to give a bit of an advantage in knowing when and how they were going to retaliate for some silly little thing.
“Come on you crack monkeys, we’re going to be late for biology.” Nathan finally piped up, turning and heading in to the two-story brick building, Jet and Tim following closely behind. Nick pushed himself off the wall, hands diving deep in to the pockets of his baggy navy denim jeans, lowering his head as he often did when he walked.
A strange shimmer in the distance caught his eye, causing him to prematurely lift his head, eyes narrowing in to the bright sunlight that beat down upon the cement paths of the campus grounds. That was when he saw her for the first time.
Short, highlighted deep blonde hair, shortest at the chin and longest at the shoulders, tumbled down from a bowed head in messy, slightly curled locks. Shadowed eyes, partially hidden by tinted lenses and rounded silver frames, scanned over a thick hard back book sitting in her drawn up knees. Her slightly large body was perched on one of the curved, stone ledges that surrounded a large, shimmering fountain that spouted water from a beautifully carved statue in the middle. Though water sprayed her back, she seemed completely unaware of it.
A black cord, slightly twitching with the occasional movement, led down from her covered ears, obvious ear-bud headphones to a green bag at her side, more then likely to some sort of portable device buried inside. The clothes adorning her body were simple, yet seemed to accentuate her full figured features nicely. Flared midnight blue hip huggers met by a baggy tan shirt twice her size, long sleeves rolled up to her elbows, covered everything, leaving it all to the imagination. At her feet, seemingly misplaced brown leather sandals hung loosely from their straps. Around her neck, a black studded choker, and the thing that caught his eye; a strange tiny glass bottle wrapped in copper wire attached to a fading black string that swung dangerously close to the pages of the novel she was utterly engrossed in. It became apparent to Nick after a short moment of studying the girl that it was the blue liquid inside that bottle that happened to be catching the beams of the sun cast down to earth, twisting inside the coloring and throwing strange light in his direction.
He couldn’t tear his eyes off of her; no matter how hard he tried, his line of sight was completely held by this strange, almost painting like image of a young woman sitting in front of the huge fountain, completely entranced by some novel that was probably heavier then all the books in his bag combined. Yet she never once raised her eyes away from those words on the pages to glance in his direction, nor did she even acknowledge the other multitude of students that passed her by. A sudden and short spring breeze lifted her hair momentarily, and even from the distance Nick was at, he could see traces of clinging tears shimmering in the corners of her eyes.
“Nick. Hey Nick! Earth to Nickolas! Come in! YO!” Jet’s booming voice snapped him instantly out of his trance, body wheeling around to stare up at the towering mass of a young man standing there with a completely confused look on his gaunt face, “What the hell, man? You were like, zombiefied or something! Did the teacher from your last class steal your brain while you weren’t looking?” Jet rambled on, waving an arm around as though this may emphasize his lack of a point in all of it.
“No I just, well,” he paused, trailing off and pursing his lips. What was he doing, staring at that girl? Its not like she was particularly beautiful or stunning. She was rather plain, actually, if not a touch chunky in weight. However there was something completely inexplicable about her, something that held his attention better then any piece of artwork or music had in his life. His friend, however, caught on before Nick even had a moment to compose and explain his bizarre actions. Deep brown eyes twisted up to the fountain along with a wry smile, large hand roughly smacking him in his back.
“Don’t even think about it, Nick. She’s not even in your league.” Nick furrowed his brows to this, admittedly letting his own eyes wander back.
“Isn’t it usually the other way around?” he queried; unable to help but wonder what in the world Jet was getting at. Jet’s expression softened, head slowly moving from side to side. There was a hint of pity to his next words.
“No way. Look at her, sitting all alone. She does that for a reason. No one will even go near her. See she came here last term, transferred from another college suddenly, and no one knows anything about her. Rumors still follow people I suppose. They say her mother died just a few months ago, and a bunch of her friends before that. A lot of people say that she’s a witch or a Satan worshipper or something, that all these people die around her because they get wrapped up in her messed up life. Its even been said that she sacrifices them for her rituals. Trust me, Nick. She ain’t worth it. You’d probably wind up dead too.”
Nick turned a cold glare to his friend, shaking his head and stepping away from the hand that was still on his back.
“And you believe everything everyone tells you? Come on, Jet. This isn’t high school anymore. Stereotyping some one based on word of mouth is really immature,” he snapped, turning and storming in to the building with one last hesitant glance to the girl on the fountain.
A witch…
Part two tomorrow! :D
