Numinous
[adj] being both fearful and awed by what is before you
𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔: 𝑴𝒆 :)
𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕: 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 (𝑶𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝑨𝒓𝒕) 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄�...
✎Welcome to the very first chapter! Here, you can hopefully gain insight into your character! I must also note that this will be in a fanfic format meaning the grammar may not be exactly "novel-like" if that makes any sense. There will be author notes/cut-ins every now and then. [essentially, your typical fanfic]
✎ This chapter is quite short compared to the others.
The sound of my shoes rhythmically pattering against the granite pavement echoed through my head. It harmonized with the patters of raindrops cascading from the gloomy grey sky.
The sudden ear-splitting roar of the school bell shook me from my daze. The pace of my walk quickened as I marched to my designated class.
I'm currently a sophomore attending my local college and alas...it was the last period of the day! Nearly every day felt like a drag. The only reason I feel obliged to show my presence in school is simply that I am an individual with goals. It also is nice to not get beat with a wooden spoon by my parents. They're not abusive. In fact, we're on extremely good terms. It's more so, they're quite strangling. They're always on about successfully graduating...becoming a doctor or a lawyer...unbeknownst to them, I'm studying to become a forensic scientist or a detective. I'm incapable of wrapping my head around the logic that being a detective isn't a good job. They're always ranting about how traumatizing it may be unraveling horrendous crimes. Certainly being a doctor dealing with patients' deaths is similar.
Oh well. It's my life.
Trudging to my desk, I plop my bag near the legs of the chair and sit down. Fortunately, I was ahead in regards to work in this class so I was instructed to simply sit back and listen to the lecture. Promptly, I sit back, open my laptop, and start rewatching Demon Slayer. I can always pull up the presentation to the lecture later on if need be.
As much as I hold a strong distaste for the broken school system...I still cared a lot for the letter in my grade book. Surprising as it may sound, I genuinely yearn to have a successful life. Fulfill my daydreams of blissfully enjoying a book while swinging on a swing amongst a vast canvas of trees. [because who doesn't]
Time passes and we're released from class early. Scurrying to my feet in the excitement of the thought of finally being free from this shithole, I exit the classroom and navigate the dangerous halls...[Be More Chill reference]
I say dangerous merely due to the fact that, unfortunately, shitheads still exist when you move onto college. To my luck, I've never faced any dilemmas with other students. I've stayed the same since high school. I refrain from large social gatherings and stick to my close friends.
I pace through the halls and exit the campus. I reach down my pocket to open my phone.
"Tuesday huh? I don't have anything after classes then. I can go straight to work"
I begin my trudge to the bus stop that would lead to my workplace's location. Upon arrival, I stand underneath the bus stop sign, waiting for my transport amongst other familiar faces. The same six students would wait along with me. I do not know them personally, I'm just observant enough to know who I'm usually surrounded by.
...which is why it was odd when a foreign individual entered the scene.
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