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White Eyes.
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 Created on 5-31-08
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Oh great. Another day at school.
“Hey, Fee?” an annoyingly perky voice asked, startling me from my … er… slumber, or whatever.
“Yeah, Claire?” I responded, opening my green eyes and looking into Claire’s dark brown slanted upward ones.
“Do you remember if we had any French homework?” Claire asked with a frown.
“No, we didn’t,” I smiled as I responded. I always remembered those things, never forgot homework.
“Thanks Felicity,” Claire smiled widely at me, as we stepped onto the bus, which had just pulled up. Her hair bobbed in a ponytail behind her, and I followed reluctantly, feeling tired and annoyed. It was sunny, like usually, and the sun usually put me in a bad mood. Who knows why? Glaring up at the burning ball of fire, I boarded the bus, gave my “Good mornings” to the bus driver, and squeezed in beside Claire.
Claire was chatting animatedly with Jessica, the Asian superstar of our class. I, personally, hated Jessica’s guts. To me, she was evil, rude, a know it all, and way too slutty. Of course, when anyone admits this to her face, she just laughs it off like a stupid idiot. Grrg. I do not like Jessica.
Claire of course was Jessica’s loyal servant. She trailed around her everywhere, like a lost puppy. It was so annoying. Claire and I used to be best friends. Now we mostly tolerate each other. Sigh.
They were talking about some petty thing, and I couldn’t care less. I rested my backpack on my lap and stared out the window. It was cold, so the window had fogged up. A small frown creased my face as I wiped the fog away with my black coat sleeve.
Something caught my eye.
A car.
I mean, cars aren’t that unusual in Windsor Ontario. Far from it. Hah hah hah. They line the streets and sidewalks.
“Felicity?” Claire’s voice broke through my wall, for it was worried. I realized I had been staring intensely out the window, at the car… Which was now no longer there…
“Claire… Did you see a car out there?” I asked, my eyes wide, as I turned to Claire.
“A car?” Claire frowned, then said sarcastically, “Noo… I don’t see any cars.” She giggled slightly, and I glanced out the window. There were tons of cars, as usual.
“No Claire… Never mind,” I shook my head and glanced one more time out the window, making sure I hadn’t been wrong. Nope. No car. Must have been my imagination… And anyway, it wasn’t a very special car. It was just a silver, sorta ugly car. But there was something about it…
* *
“She saw us, dangit!” a rough voice swore some more, letting out a few colorful swear words, in German.
“Obviously,” a cooler, calm voice muttered, “But there’s nothing we can do about that. Obviously she assumed we were a regular car. She probably noticed us in the passing, and nothing more.”
“But she did!” the rough voice hissed, as a light flicked on. Three people entered the room. The rough voice belonged to a tall, large, dark haired man. The calm voice belonged to a blond, slim, muscular young man. The third person was a woman, tall, skinny, with a short brown bob of hair.
“Artemis, Demetrius,” the woman said impatiently, rolling her eyes, “What’s done is done. We need to plan a new. When should we observe her again? And when shall we make first contact?” The woman’s voice was annoyed, and she had a slight British accent.
“But Juliet,” the blond practically whined, “We already observed so much! And she’s began the changing process. She’s almost done. A few years until she’s done. Perhaps it would be best if we broke the news earl-“
“No!” the dark large one interrupted, “Artemis, you and your fantasies. She won’t believe us till she thirsts for it, feels it, and everything.” Everything about these people were different, except two things. Their skin, and their eyes. Their skin was an incredibly pure snow white, and their eyes were all pitch black. Black as your computer screen when it crashes.
Juliet frowned, listening to their bickering. Then she switched on another light.
The room filled with fake artificial light, showing walls filled with photographs, and tables with writing on them, and more photographs. It was in all, a very messy room.
Not phased, Juliet walked up to one of the tables, and began to leaf through a pile of pictures. All of them were of one girl.
A girl with green eyes. Pale skin. Blond hair.
This girl was Felicity West.
And she was in a lot of trouble.
* *
I stood there chattering, rubbing my hands together. It was recess at school, and all the gifted grade eights were huddled in a corner. I was easily the coldest there. Lately, I’d been freezing all the time, without explanation. Weird.
“Fee?” Anita, a short, square, dirty blond haired girl began to chat with me, “Why do you suppose … ?” And off she went, rambling about stuff no one cared about.
Finally, the bell rang, and we straightened, heading back to class.
“Lord, it really is inhumane to force young children outside on days like today,” I grumbled, walking alongside Anita and Claire.
“Oh, c’mon Fee,” Claire laughed, her hair flying behind her, “You’re way too dramatic.”
“Dramatic I may be,” I began to tease back, using our classic line, “But over-dramatic I…” My voice froze, along with the rest of my body. Including my eyes, which were settled on a silver car. An ugly silver car. And this car was the same car that I saw earlier today. I don’t know how, all I know is that I knew it was the same car.
“I am not…?” Claire whispered, helping me along with the lines, oblivious to my distraction.
I ignored her. In the car, there was a boy. About 17 years old, with blond hair. And his eyes! His eyes were the most startling… black I had ever seen. Come to think of it, I’d never seen black eyes. Only dark brown, among my Asian friends, like Claire. He was watching me intently, his eyes narrowed slightly, and I don’t think he realized I saw him watching me.
My mouth hung open slightly, my dark pink lips already chapped from the cold.
“Er… Fee?” Anita asked, nervous, as she glanced over in the direction I was staring, “What are you looking at?”
“That… that man! In the car! He… He was watching me!” I stuttered, unable to suppress my fear… or my excitement. Who was this person, with his ugly car? Why was he so… beautiful? And why was he watching me? Me of all people?!
“I don’t see anyone…” Claire muttered, giving me a quick glance. I looked again at the car. Sure enough, there was no one in the seat, let alone any evidence to provide that there had been someone there.
“Oh… Must have been my imagination, I guess,” I tried to smile weakly. I knew this wasn’t my imagination. It couldn’t be. It felt too real…
It was like being caught up in one of my favorite books, the kind I always imagined myself to be the heroine being kidnapped, or rescuing people. My kind of superhero. They should totally make superheroine a word. Doesn’t it just scream “sexism?” Anyway, I’m getting off topic.
Without another glance towards the car, I turned, and began to walk quickly towards the departing crowd of grade 8’s.
“Hurry up, we’re falling behind,” I manage to mutter, before the fear and excitement took me over completely. It was ridiculous to feel this way, I told myself, I should be slightly surprised, but throw the fault to coincidence.
Since when did I believe in coincidence?
“Hey, Fee?” an annoyingly perky voice asked, startling me from my … er… slumber, or whatever.
“Yeah, Claire?” I responded, opening my green eyes and looking into Claire’s dark brown slanted upward ones.
“Do you remember if we had any French homework?” Claire asked with a frown.
“No, we didn’t,” I smiled as I responded. I always remembered those things, never forgot homework.
“Thanks Felicity,” Claire smiled widely at me, as we stepped onto the bus, which had just pulled up. Her hair bobbed in a ponytail behind her, and I followed reluctantly, feeling tired and annoyed. It was sunny, like usually, and the sun usually put me in a bad mood. Who knows why? Glaring up at the burning ball of fire, I boarded the bus, gave my “Good mornings” to the bus driver, and squeezed in beside Claire.
Claire was chatting animatedly with Jessica, the Asian superstar of our class. I, personally, hated Jessica’s guts. To me, she was evil, rude, a know it all, and way too slutty. Of course, when anyone admits this to her face, she just laughs it off like a stupid idiot. Grrg. I do not like Jessica.
Claire of course was Jessica’s loyal servant. She trailed around her everywhere, like a lost puppy. It was so annoying. Claire and I used to be best friends. Now we mostly tolerate each other. Sigh.
They were talking about some petty thing, and I couldn’t care less. I rested my backpack on my lap and stared out the window. It was cold, so the window had fogged up. A small frown creased my face as I wiped the fog away with my black coat sleeve.
Something caught my eye.
A car.
I mean, cars aren’t that unusual in Windsor Ontario. Far from it. Hah hah hah. They line the streets and sidewalks.
“Felicity?” Claire’s voice broke through my wall, for it was worried. I realized I had been staring intensely out the window, at the car… Which was now no longer there…
“Claire… Did you see a car out there?” I asked, my eyes wide, as I turned to Claire.
“A car?” Claire frowned, then said sarcastically, “Noo… I don’t see any cars.” She giggled slightly, and I glanced out the window. There were tons of cars, as usual.
“No Claire… Never mind,” I shook my head and glanced one more time out the window, making sure I hadn’t been wrong. Nope. No car. Must have been my imagination… And anyway, it wasn’t a very special car. It was just a silver, sorta ugly car. But there was something about it…
* *
“She saw us, dangit!” a rough voice swore some more, letting out a few colorful swear words, in German.
“Obviously,” a cooler, calm voice muttered, “But there’s nothing we can do about that. Obviously she assumed we were a regular car. She probably noticed us in the passing, and nothing more.”
“But she did!” the rough voice hissed, as a light flicked on. Three people entered the room. The rough voice belonged to a tall, large, dark haired man. The calm voice belonged to a blond, slim, muscular young man. The third person was a woman, tall, skinny, with a short brown bob of hair.
“Artemis, Demetrius,” the woman said impatiently, rolling her eyes, “What’s done is done. We need to plan a new. When should we observe her again? And when shall we make first contact?” The woman’s voice was annoyed, and she had a slight British accent.
“But Juliet,” the blond practically whined, “We already observed so much! And she’s began the changing process. She’s almost done. A few years until she’s done. Perhaps it would be best if we broke the news earl-“
“No!” the dark large one interrupted, “Artemis, you and your fantasies. She won’t believe us till she thirsts for it, feels it, and everything.” Everything about these people were different, except two things. Their skin, and their eyes. Their skin was an incredibly pure snow white, and their eyes were all pitch black. Black as your computer screen when it crashes.
Juliet frowned, listening to their bickering. Then she switched on another light.
The room filled with fake artificial light, showing walls filled with photographs, and tables with writing on them, and more photographs. It was in all, a very messy room.
Not phased, Juliet walked up to one of the tables, and began to leaf through a pile of pictures. All of them were of one girl.
A girl with green eyes. Pale skin. Blond hair.
This girl was Felicity West.
And she was in a lot of trouble.
* *
I stood there chattering, rubbing my hands together. It was recess at school, and all the gifted grade eights were huddled in a corner. I was easily the coldest there. Lately, I’d been freezing all the time, without explanation. Weird.
“Fee?” Anita, a short, square, dirty blond haired girl began to chat with me, “Why do you suppose … ?” And off she went, rambling about stuff no one cared about.
Finally, the bell rang, and we straightened, heading back to class.
“Lord, it really is inhumane to force young children outside on days like today,” I grumbled, walking alongside Anita and Claire.
“Oh, c’mon Fee,” Claire laughed, her hair flying behind her, “You’re way too dramatic.”
“Dramatic I may be,” I began to tease back, using our classic line, “But over-dramatic I…” My voice froze, along with the rest of my body. Including my eyes, which were settled on a silver car. An ugly silver car. And this car was the same car that I saw earlier today. I don’t know how, all I know is that I knew it was the same car.
“I am not…?” Claire whispered, helping me along with the lines, oblivious to my distraction.
I ignored her. In the car, there was a boy. About 17 years old, with blond hair. And his eyes! His eyes were the most startling… black I had ever seen. Come to think of it, I’d never seen black eyes. Only dark brown, among my Asian friends, like Claire. He was watching me intently, his eyes narrowed slightly, and I don’t think he realized I saw him watching me.
My mouth hung open slightly, my dark pink lips already chapped from the cold.
“Er… Fee?” Anita asked, nervous, as she glanced over in the direction I was staring, “What are you looking at?”
“That… that man! In the car! He… He was watching me!” I stuttered, unable to suppress my fear… or my excitement. Who was this person, with his ugly car? Why was he so… beautiful? And why was he watching me? Me of all people?!
“I don’t see anyone…” Claire muttered, giving me a quick glance. I looked again at the car. Sure enough, there was no one in the seat, let alone any evidence to provide that there had been someone there.
“Oh… Must have been my imagination, I guess,” I tried to smile weakly. I knew this wasn’t my imagination. It couldn’t be. It felt too real…
It was like being caught up in one of my favorite books, the kind I always imagined myself to be the heroine being kidnapped, or rescuing people. My kind of superhero. They should totally make superheroine a word. Doesn’t it just scream “sexism?” Anyway, I’m getting off topic.
Without another glance towards the car, I turned, and began to walk quickly towards the departing crowd of grade 8’s.
“Hurry up, we’re falling behind,” I manage to mutter, before the fear and excitement took me over completely. It was ridiculous to feel this way, I told myself, I should be slightly surprised, but throw the fault to coincidence.
Since when did I believe in coincidence?
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On May 31st 2008 PinkSlushies12 Said : | |
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Hey, I love this story! Please Keep Me Posted! |
| On May 31st 2008 Goodbyelovexx Said : | |
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hmm kmp |
| On May 31st 2008 Snert1995 Said : | |
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this story was great. Write more and post it again. Where did you get the idea for the pitch black eyes? That was good. |
| On May 31st 2008 XSilentNoiseX Said : | |
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kmp |
| On May 31st 2008 XxCloudyEyesxX Said : | |
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sounds great, plz kmp!! |
