It was that annoying day when school started once again after a nice, warm and relaxing summer holiday. Children would be scrambling around the house, trying to find a misplaced shoe or tie, screaming at the top of their lungs whilst their parents rushed about trying to find the lost piece of uniform whilst making breakfast at the same time. It was always pure chaos the first day as children would spill their cereal all over their what was a pristine clean uniform, parents would shriek in disapproval and panic when they realise that if they don't hurry their kids will be late for school. Casper however was not panicking in the slightest, definitely not clambering up the stairs and cupboards trying to find a sock or shoe. On the contrary, he was already out of the house, locking the bright red door behind him.
As he stuffed the keys into his cardigan pocket, he couldn't help but stare at the door for slightly longer than needed, lips curling downwards into an ugly scowl. Ever since day 1 he had hated the neon red door. It stood out from the whole house which was made out of darkly coloured brick. He was often wondering why his parents decided to keep it in that...abysmally bright colour that would make even a monkey retch.
At the sound of keys of a door being shut, Casper whipped his head to his right to dare-I-say-it find Elias Damien Morozov locking his door. Just like Casper's front door it was a extremely bright colour only it was yellow instead of a bright red. Red you could still say was intimidating but yellow? Nope...nah ah: there is nothing scary about the colour yellow. A quiet snort escaped Casper which he instantly regretted for lapis lazuli blue eyes were suddenly boring into his malachite green eyes. Any sort of sound and this blue-eyed-bimbo is sure to pick it up. "Great".
"Well well well. Little Ms.Casper has come out of his hole." jeered Elias, not breaking the eye contact. Casper's face remained slack, a lazy smile making its way onto his pale face. It was just sharp enough to indicate that it was not friendly but soft enough to hide its sharp edge to the people that weren't too observant but of course, Elias didn't fall into that category and most certainly understood what the true meaning of that seemingly lazy smile was. "I think my fashion sense is great, thanks for asking. I mean...can't say the same thing about you. At least I look somewhat good but you? You look nothing better than rat that had just come out of the sewage system." Casper replied, voice cold and sharp as a newly forged sword; the complete opposite of his face yet there was some sort of casualty to this...as if Elias wasn't really worth his time. His green eyes that were trained on the other boy's blazing eyes rolled downwards. Hands were clenched into fists, knuckles paper white. His body was trembling, rocking with anger as his mouth was curled into an ugly scowl. However, before the other boy could reply, Casper was sauntering down the road without a second glance; a smug grin on his pale face. With a huff and a last glare at that obnoxious yellow door Elias stuffed the keys into his cargo pants before chasing after Casper, totally not looking like a lost puppy.
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First chapter done! I know, it is short but I am having trouble rewriting this onto the computer. You see, I always write out on paper before going straight onto the computer for some reason. When I do end up writing on the computer lots of things change and all so I'm sorry that this is so short. I feel like it is too descriptive but that could just me...
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Forget~Me~Not
RomanceCasper Roxann Turgenev and Elias Damien Morozov. They are both boys, both part Russian, both speak, write and read Russian fluently; both 17, live in the same city, same street; go to the same school, in the same class, share the same friends yet p...