The Humonculous

PART 1

Alright, some things I'm going to clear up. One: This is not a story for Fullmetal alchemist (sadly) but I will be doing a fan fiction on them soon, so hang in there please!!! I hope you enjoy the story! Also, This was a story for school, so there's some parts I would've switched and made different, but I want to show you my original work! Thanks for reading!

Oh, and also, I don't know if it'll look different because I'm copying and pasting from Word document...sorry ^^"

(I'm dividing this story into parts I thinnk...maybe 3...)

~MrsZeroKiryu

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     I quickened the pace as everyone behind me did. It was a terrifying, the thought that if I didn’t make it in time, my life would be over. Not only would I hate myself, so would the people that were chasing me, right on my heels. The bell rang, and I cursed, Late again for college classes. We all gave up, my friends cursing my name and probably wishing that they didn’t stay longer at my apartment to play Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood.

     “Asch, every day we’re always late only because of you and your stupid video games!” I gave Nyx a death glare.

     “Says the one who begged me to give up the controller so that they could play!” We were toe-to-toe, throwing insults back and forth before Rachelle broke us up, her pulling me back as Vic grabbed Nyx. I struggled only a little before I gave up, tightening the straps of my backpack as I ran onto campus grounds. It would be easier if I just lived on campus, but it’d also be a drag. The class was silent as I tried to sneak in like a mouse, but I was quickly found out.

      “Asch Peltier, why do you enter my classroom late, never early?” Freezing on the spot and forcing myself to look at Mr. Goodwin, my mouth cracked a nervous smile. His question was the same as every day.

      “The bus was late again…?” My statement came out more as a question. His grimace showed obvious disbelief, but nonetheless, he continued his lesson. With a hearty sigh of relief, I plopped down into the only empty seat left in class. My hair, as dark brown as it was, got in my face. Just as I reached up, ready to brush it away, someone else beat me to it. I yelped loudly.

      “S-sorry!” The person yelled, the voice sounding heavenly. Turning out to be none other than Nyx, a low growl escaped my lips. Her set of deep blue eyes looked un-amused.

     “Back off.” Nyx had a way with people of making them extremely mad, anytime, anywhere. She certainly topped my list of being obnoxious.

     “Aw, don’t be like that Asch.” She purred. A small pout formed, making me scrunch up my face in disgust on how she looked right now. There are so many names for this girl right now and probably forever, none of them good. I decided to ignore her for the rest of the class. Time flew by, and before I knew it, classes were over for the day and my freedom was back. Rachelle and I flew out the front gates of our college, not caring about the odd looks we were getting as we headed towards town square. After awhile of walking, Rachelle burst out laughing at my insane blond joke I just told, despite that she herself was a natural blonde. We entered a restaurant, the Angel Café, and took our usual window seat. It was like a schedule that we would come here after classes; our own personal retreat after classes.

      “Asch, how do you know all these jokes?” Her giggle was high as she covered her mouth with her hands. Rachelle was flushed with embarrassment and laughter. I simply shrugged, not caring. Suddenly, we were interrupted by a small cough. To our side was small girl, holding two menus, completely flustered. She looked no older than ten!