Beep....beep....beep..beep..beep..BEEP BEEP BEEP! With a tired groan, I toss my hand above my head and smack it down on top of my freaking alarm clock. Why did this world have to invent such a cruel thing? Teenagers - like myself - would live much longer, and more peaceful, lives without it.
I sit up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and trying to actually remember if today was a school day or I just forgot my alarm clock on. But, sadly, I realize today is a school day and drag my sorry ass out of bed. My wonderful, warm, comfortable bed that just taunts me by sitting there and calling my name. Anyways, I lazily make my way over to my dresser or more like the pile of clothes that sat beside my dresser. Digging through it, I pick out some clothes and get dressed. I quickly finger brush my short brown hair before snatching the strap to my purple and blue pack and leaving my house. I walk down my driveway, the icy winter air biting at the places where my skin was exposed.
By the way, my name is Katrina Kalisneigh. Confusing last name, huh? Anyways, I'm 16 years old and I'm in the 11th grade. I live in a very small town located in Canada that not very many people have heard of. Right now, I live alone. My parents had decided to go on a VERY long vacation, most likely to get away from the cold, and my older sister moved out when I was 14. I have short dark brown hair that has a purplish reddish tint to it. I have green eyes and I'm very pale. I'm also not what you call 'girly'. I'm a tomboy. My outfits are usually jeans, skinny or normal, or sweat pants with either a t-shirt or tanktop and a large hoodie.
My life is very boring. I wake up, go to school, do homework and go on the computer. My life is so boring, it would bore even the easiest to amuse people. And yet, I'm happy with it. I mean, I have my friends even though it isn't much. Also, Basketball is coming up. And I have my imagination. I'm a Day Dreamer. I always day dream. My day dreams are mostly around Full Metal Alchemist, though. Yep, you got it. I am a huge fan girl and proud of it.
Turning the corner, I come up to my school- no wait- prison. I hated that place. With a deep sigh, I enter through the front doors. Crowds of students were formed along the halls while most of them sat at tables in the cafeteria, or as we call it, the common area. Since my town is small, my school is too. The High School is only one level and is like one big hallway with a big center and a gym attached. We have a huge field when I have no idea why. We barely even use it. Yeah, maybe for P.E. but it's mostly just there. We even have a baseball diamond or whatever to the far side of the field.
I reach my dark green locker that looked identical to all the other ones besides the number and unlock it. I toss my backpack inside before grabbing the binder I would need for my first class, Science. I mentally groan. That class was almost as boring as watching a snail, except for the fact that snails are pretty awesome. The teacher, , could go on and on for hours about nothing! One time, we were talking about ice and somehow got to mentally challenged grandparents to crocodiles. I come to school to learn, not to talk about crocodiles! He's also always picking fights with the students. A girl in my class turned once to grab her pencil case from a person sitting near her and he claimed that she was talking. I was sitting near her and knew that she wasn't. She even got sent out into the hall. Another girl was just saying her opinion on something and he gave her an S4. S4 are the detentions at my school. I can't remember what it stands for though.
I walk down the hall and curse under my breath. Why'd my locker have to be all the way on the far side of the school, I think, I only have two classes down there. The rest are all on the other side! Interupting my thoughts, someone jumps on me from behind and knocks me off balance, making me fall to the ground face first. Laughter erupts from the small girl on my back and also from the two standing to the
side. I groan in pain. She finally gets off my back and grabs my arm, yanking me to my feet. I glare at her but she just smiles innocently up at me. She blinks her blue eyes cutely, glasses placed in front of them. Her blonde bangs hung into her face and the rest was pulled into a short pony tail. She was also maybe 3 inches shorter than me. She was also my exact same age but four hours older than me. Yes, we were born on the same day. This girl is my all time best friend, Melina Rollan.
"Why do you always do that!?" I growl at her.
"Because it's fun." She replies boredly and as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
I groan in frustration when I feel someone wrap their arm over my shoulders. I look over to meet blue eyes almost identical to Melina's. The girls hair was blonde and short, shorter than Melina's and mine. She was also maybe a centimeter shorter than me. This, my friends, is Melina's younger sister, Teal. Hear that, younger! And already so much taller. Sigh, poor poor Melina. Beside Teal was a boy with light brown hair that was kinda long. He also had brown mischievous eyes and was shorter than Teal and I, but an inch taller than Melina. This was Zach, a good friend of ours. Though he was a very violent mischievous boy.
"It's barely even 9:00 am and you're already in La La Land." Teal smirks. Being one of my friends as well, she knew a lot about me though Melina took first prize. Both Melina and I liked to believe that we were twins separated at birth, though we look nothing alike.
"No, Kat Land." I correct her while returning the smirk.
She rolls her eyes and takes her arm back. With a wave, both Teal and Zach make their way down the hall in the opposite direction of the way Melina and I were supposed to go. Melina and I head the rest of the way to the Science classroom, take our seats and wait for the boring lesson to begin.
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BEEP!
I exit the Wood Shop, the last class of the day, with my binder and other things I needed for that class in hand. I've never really be fond of Wood Shop, but it was alright I guess. After packing up my backpack, I exit the school with Melina by my side.
"So what're you going to do now?" Melina asks.
"Probably just go on the computer, like usual." I shrug and she sighs. I'm a computer nut. I'm always on it. Either looking up pictures, writing stories, or watching videos. She become used to it but still believes I need to get out more.
We reach the corner where we separate and wave to each other. I put on my earphones and turn on my
iPod, starting to listen to the song 'I Think I'm Paranoid' by Garbage. I smirk, starting random dance moves down the street. I pass the bank that I pass everyday on my way to school, people exiting or entering the building (which isn't many) giving me odd looks. I ignore them and get to the highway. Once I crossed the highway, I started to sing the lyrics. There's really not many people to hear me. There's this one house but I don't think anyways really home that much. I stroll over top the snow covered field while not watching where I'm going. I'm so used to this route, I could do it with my eyes closed.
"I think I'm paranoid. Manipulated....I think I'm paranoid.....And complicated." I sing, striking another dance move. "Bend me, break me. Anyway you need me. All I want is you. Bend me, break me. Breaking down is - EEP!!" I scream, tripping over something and landing face first into the cold snow.
I sit up quickly, spitting out snow that had entered my open mouth. Silently cursing, I sit up. What the hell did I trip over this time!?, I think. I turn, spotting a boy unconscious in the snow. I blink. Out of all the things this wasn't one that I suspected. I roll him onto his back to get a better look at him just to have my confusion grow. He had long blonde hair pulled up into a pony tail and wore clothes my great-grandpa probably wore. But what got to me the most was that he looked like Edward Elric from Full Metal Alchemist. I push that thought to the back of my mind. Probably just a coincidence.
But looking at the bigger picture, what the hell am I gonna do!? I just found an unconscious boy lying in the snow! Call 9-1-1!? Oh yeah, what a great conversation. Yes, 9-1-1, what's the emergency. Yeah, I just found an old fashioned looking boy that looks so much like Edward Elric lying in the snow unconscious. Please send an ambulance to snow pile number 9!
Sighing in frustration, I take my backpack off of my back. Somehow, I get the boy onto my back and stand, with my back pack in hand.
"Alright super hulk powers, don't fail me now!" I grumble, attempting to walk forward with out falling backwards. This dude was heavy!!! Ok, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, trip. Once again, I find myself face first in snow. But this time, I had a short heavy blonde on my back! I groan, "OH COME ON! What did I trip over now!?"
Rolling the boy off me, I sit up. Guess what I find, another unconscious boy in the snow. Could this day get any better!? Let me guess, a leprechaun will just magically appear and tell me I'm gonna die in a week. I look around to make sure that my words don't come true. I look at both boys and sigh. Kat, what have you got yourself into?, I think while attempting to pick them both up.
Once I had both of them, somehow, I tried to walk to my house. I took two steps when I met the snow again.
"Ok, this isn't working." I groan.
I rack my brain for idea's. Dragging them? Nah, that would suck. I know how it feels. Wake them up? I
try. They were out like a light. I even screamed in their ears. And trust me, I can scream loud. I run a hand through my short hair, still trying to come up with a plan. A light bulb pops above my hand and I hit my fist into my hand. I quickly run home, seeing as my house wasn't that far from where I just was. I throw my backpack into the breeze way, a hall way by the garage, and run out to the shed in the backyard. I grab a bright pink -yes, bright pink- sled and run back to where I used to be to put the two on my sled.
Eventually, I get to my house. And it took even longer just trying to get them inside. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Why didn't you just call for help? Because I don't have a flippin' cell phone. I'm so broke besides the money I have to use to buy food. I drop the blonde onto my bed while the other one lay on the other bed in my room, otherwise known as the spare bed. My house is small. My parents room, my room/guest room -fantastic huh?-, my sister's room, the two bathrooms, living room, kitchen and the back door entry. That's it. Lame, huh?
And now, I have these two here. Heh, excuse to use my parents bed. I leave my room and silently shut the door before heading off to start on my homework.
They didn't wake up at all the rest of the day. Hm, I wonder if they will tomorrow?