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Mysteries Of Why?
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Chapter One: The New Kid
A boy walked into the room.
His pants sagged too low to be tasteful; pitch-black shaggy hair and a T-shirt with a sleeveless jacket. A new face, the whispers then started in our homeroom.
I have always been the go to, sit in the back of class, no one ever likes or talks to girl. It happens to be my freshman year in high school; I ignored the new person and kept on reading the Hunger Games although I’ve read it about 16 times already. I am a midsized average dork with glasses, an unknown past, and hair that can never decide if it wants to be auburn or golden brown. When upset my brown eyes turn to ranging different colors of green. Yeah, I’m totally normal.
As I look up to see the boy going to sit in my row, when a couple people whispered some rumors about me that probably are very not true. Instead, he rolled his eyes and sat next to me as my childhood and only girl friend, Clariya but we just call her Claire or Airy because she is brightly blonde, walks into the room with her boyfriend, Galen who happens to be my older brother. Enough said, because he is just really my adoptive brother. Airy bounds over to my desk and slams on it, I do not flinch and just shake my head. She mostly happens to be hyperactive and clueless at most things except when something’s wrong. That happened to be the case today.
“Bookie?” she asked.
Bookie is my nickname since I call her Airy. I glance up from my book.
“Alexandryea? What’s the matter honey?” she questioned.
“Nothing….” She takes my book. “HEY THAT’S MINE!”
“Haven’t you read this book enough? Or is it just because of you liking Peeta?” Galen snickers.
“So not cool, give it back!” By now, the majority of the class was laughing and pointing.
The new boy happened to be taller than Airy and plucked the book out of her hands. He holds it in front of me with a smile. I looked annoyed, but took my book back and sighed. Clariya looks clueless of what just happened.
“Hi, I’m Zackeray Milliston, nice to meet you…” he greeted me. He held out his hand to shake, yet I did not but instead my brother did.
“Hi, I’m Galen, the book worm is my sister, Alexandryea, and this lovely lady is my girlfriend, Clariya,” Claria giggles.
The boy just kept silent while my brother complained at me of how I need to lighten up and have some fun after I get my nose out of the books. The one and only thing wrong with him was the fact that you could never get anything done when he spoke.
Just as he was almost done with his one sided argument, I thanked the bell as it rang. Every one left except Zackeray and I. I sighed and walked over where he stood by the doorway.
Might as well be nice, I guess, and show him around the school. It is his first day and by the whispers coming from everyone, I would say he is not going to have that many friends, but I have been wrong before.
“So Zackary, what’s you-“he interrupts me before I could finish my sentence.
“Foreign Language and Its ZACK-i-RAY.” He explains.
We start walking down the hall together, the people in the hall at the time start staring and whispering. Just great, more rumors to clear. I raise my eyebrow to question. Zackeray must understood because he answered the question.
“Japanese…..”
“Awe, how’d you get in? Seriously, I have been trying to get into that class for ages now, but I’m still stuck in French Class,” I answered playfully.
“Vraiment?” he teased. If you are wondering what he said, it was; really? In a sarcastic way.
“Shut up.” He laughs.
“Apparently the teacher, Mr. Iroina, is obsessed with Anime and Manga.” (Japanese Cartoons)
“Huh? Yeah, he probably reads Kakashi’s version of manga,” I laugh.
“Wait! You watch Naruto? Yo, if you would have told him that; he’d surly let you in next semester!”
He seemed surprised and happy all at once or was that his normal face? I chuckled to myself. He looked confused and I was about to answer when we walked in front of his class; mine was next door.
“Can I sit by you and your friends today at lunch?” he asks.
“Sure why not, maybe you can get a way to quiet Airy…” I giggle.
He nods and laughs as we part our ways to class.
I probably made him think I was mean.
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------------------------------------------------------------------------------His pants sagged too low to be tasteful; pitch-black shaggy hair and a T-shirt with a sleeveless jacket. A new face, the whispers then started in our homeroom.
I have always been the go to, sit in the back of class, no one ever likes or talks to girl. It happens to be my freshman year in high school; I ignored the new person and kept on reading the Hunger Games although I’ve read it about 16 times already. I am a midsized average dork with glasses, an unknown past, and hair that can never decide if it wants to be auburn or golden brown. When upset my brown eyes turn to ranging different colors of green. Yeah, I’m totally normal.
As I look up to see the boy going to sit in my row, when a couple people whispered some rumors about me that probably are very not true. Instead, he rolled his eyes and sat next to me as my childhood and only girl friend, Clariya but we just call her Claire or Airy because she is brightly blonde, walks into the room with her boyfriend, Galen who happens to be my older brother. Enough said, because he is just really my adoptive brother. Airy bounds over to my desk and slams on it, I do not flinch and just shake my head. She mostly happens to be hyperactive and clueless at most things except when something’s wrong. That happened to be the case today.
“Bookie?” she asked.
Bookie is my nickname since I call her Airy. I glance up from my book.
“Alexandryea? What’s the matter honey?” she questioned.
“Nothing….” She takes my book. “HEY THAT’S MINE!”
“Haven’t you read this book enough? Or is it just because of you liking Peeta?” Galen snickers.
“So not cool, give it back!” By now, the majority of the class was laughing and pointing.
The new boy happened to be taller than Airy and plucked the book out of her hands. He holds it in front of me with a smile. I looked annoyed, but took my book back and sighed. Clariya looks clueless of what just happened.
“Hi, I’m Zackeray Milliston, nice to meet you…” he greeted me. He held out his hand to shake, yet I did not but instead my brother did.
“Hi, I’m Galen, the book worm is my sister, Alexandryea, and this lovely lady is my girlfriend, Clariya,” Claria giggles.
The boy just kept silent while my brother complained at me of how I need to lighten up and have some fun after I get my nose out of the books. The one and only thing wrong with him was the fact that you could never get anything done when he spoke.
Just as he was almost done with his one sided argument, I thanked the bell as it rang. Every one left except Zackeray and I. I sighed and walked over where he stood by the doorway.
Might as well be nice, I guess, and show him around the school. It is his first day and by the whispers coming from everyone, I would say he is not going to have that many friends, but I have been wrong before.
“So Zackary, what’s you-“he interrupts me before I could finish my sentence.
“Foreign Language and Its ZACK-i-RAY.” He explains.
We start walking down the hall together, the people in the hall at the time start staring and whispering. Just great, more rumors to clear. I raise my eyebrow to question. Zackeray must understood because he answered the question.
“Japanese…..”
“Awe, how’d you get in? Seriously, I have been trying to get into that class for ages now, but I’m still stuck in French Class,” I answered playfully.
“Vraiment?” he teased. If you are wondering what he said, it was; really? In a sarcastic way.
“Shut up.” He laughs.
“Apparently the teacher, Mr. Iroina, is obsessed with Anime and Manga.” (Japanese Cartoons)
“Huh? Yeah, he probably reads Kakashi’s version of manga,” I laugh.
“Wait! You watch Naruto? Yo, if you would have told him that; he’d surly let you in next semester!”
He seemed surprised and happy all at once or was that his normal face? I chuckled to myself. He looked confused and I was about to answer when we walked in front of his class; mine was next door.
“Can I sit by you and your friends today at lunch?” he asks.
“Sure why not, maybe you can get a way to quiet Airy…” I giggle.
He nods and laughs as we part our ways to class.
I probably made him think I was mean.
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Author's Note: I know i wrote this before but this has edited. If you'd like an update on the chapters let me know k? Also this an orginal story and charaters please no stealing them or you will be reported to the mods. Thank you.Please give your opion it very aprecated , that will be all.
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