Ignoscentia-chapter 8 posted page 15

I find it a little weird that there are twenty seven views and no replies, but oh well. Here's the first chapter, for anyone that read the preface and is interested in reading the story (which I presume is not a lot of people). If no one comements I suppose it would be best to delete the post...

Chapter 1-The drama Project

Alya's POV (point of view)

"Hey! I'm Jay." An overly enthusiastic boy beamed widely at me, as he plopped himself in the seat next to mine.

"Oh great, another person who thinks that there's nothing wrong with the world." I grumbled, rolling my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name..." He asked brightly, either being too dense to notice my pointed eye-roll, or choosing to ignore it.

"Alya." I offered, without a friendly smile.

Honestly, I was not in the mood...not to say that I was ever in the mood, and now I was forced to do this stupid project with someone who (in the words of Colbie Caillait) shined brighter than the sun.

You see, we were assigned partners for this huge project, which apparently counted for half your grade in drama. My crazy drama teacher had read about a new technique to hone your acting skills. Some crap about knowing everything there is to know about your partner before working on a scene. In other words, we were forced to spill our secrets to a complete stranger, and present it in front of the class.

"So...Alya, what do you like doing?" Chirped up the undying ball of sunshine. Ugh, he sickened me...with all his smiling and being nice and...just...bleh!

"Nothing...really..." I replied, shrugging. I added the last part because I realized I was being unnecessarily harsh to the guy. I didn't even know him, and I was judging him already.

Although I could hazard a guess; he was either in a struggling boy band or one of those 'hot-nerds'. Wait a minute...that hair, it was incredibly familiar. There was just something about the way he flipped it...and that hint of a green in his eyes...Yep, I was pretty sure of it, I'd seen him somewhere before.

"I've seen you before." I stated blandly, more to myself than to him.

"We go to the same school...I wouldn't be surprised if we passed each other in the hallway." He said with a slight chuckle. I scowled. So 'hot nerd' it was.

"Anyway, are you free today after-school?" He asked, again, completely ignoring my scowl.

"And the purpose of asking this question is...?" I asked, raising my eyebrows suspiciously at him.

"Well, my band's practicing after-school, so we could hang out and get to know more about each other.' He replied, completely unabashed. I marveled at his ability to maneuver through my pointed insults, with great ease, might I add. Usually people were completely thrown off by it, and either offended or scared of me.

"Your band?!" I asked incredulously.

"Yep, do you wanna come see us play?" He asked. I realized he was part of a struggling boy band and was a hot nerd. Watch out lady's, this guy's a catch.

"I can think of no better way to spend my afternoon." I replied, my tongue laced with sarcasm, somehow managing to refrain myself from rolling my eyes.

"Great! So... I'll see you at five?" He asked, his eyes brightening, smiling. Clearly, he did not understand the concept of sarcasm. I was about to introduce him to it, but looking at his wide smile...

"Okay..." I answered with a sigh, nodding and dropping my gaze from his over-enthusiastic frame. Very conveniently (for me) the bell rang right at that moment. I got up hastily, grabbing my bag and started to walk away, when Jay grabbed me by the arm.

"Here's the address to my house. At five, okay?" He slipped a piece of paper in my hand, as I nodded and walked away.

"Tweny-four, Defense Colony..." I muttered, putting the paper in my pocket, knowing that it would be forgotten.

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Twenty-four, Defense Road...Scribbled in an almost illegible scrawl, in shiny black ink. It was staring straight at me. I didn't particularly know why. It was very simple. I had decided to not waste my Friday and stay at home. It was best to spare my ears the torture of hearing a bunch of half-talented, struggling musicians.

What was more, from Jay's behaviour, I could safely presume that his songs were going to be happy. And there was nothing I hated more than listening to happy songs. Oh wait, scratch that. Nothing more than listening to a group of kids my age 'trying' to make music that they think people will like, just so they can climb the social ladder towards popularly.

So, in reality, there was no reason for me to go...Except, of course, because my drama grade depended on it. And I could not afford to get another C on my report. My sister would, indefinitely and very cruelly murder me. She had assured me of it at the start of the term.

"Fine, you win." I said to the crumpled up piece of paper, realizing a little too late that I had to be totally mad to be talking to an inanimate object. Oh well, it was fun to be insane.