My Fiction Fix #01

Writing idea #36: The Newcomer

Blurb:

Perhaps it was a fluke.

Nah, never mind. It's the very opposite when Alexandra Kingsley moved to town and managed to swipe the head boy right under her thumb, though, do imagine my surprise when she befriends the only girl in the school who is almost always genuinely happy being alone, despite her never ending friendship with Head popular boy's second in command, Julian Richardson. Nathaniel Taylor was a stoic, race-track riding know-it-all with an IQ higher than most...so meeting the newcomer, Alexandra Kingsley was a catastrophic event that will be known in history after all that rains down on the popular group of Queens High school. But a fiery attitude is not all of her story, nothing more than rivalries between the world's most wanted and so much more.

CHAPTER 1

I had a strange fascination with games.

The quiet game.

The waiting game.

Truth or dare.

Three lies and one truth.

Puzzle me, riddle me, devour me.

All sorts. Dangerous as they were. I was sitting in the Oxford Nelson tree, after having climbed it to get a good view of the school's first served parks. Most by teachers this early on such a frosty morning, but when I saw none other than Julian Richardson's challenger with an engine that makes me cringe and run in a rabbit hole slides into a car park. I flip the page of my small notebook and draw an image that penetrates my thoughts. The oddest, strangest, and probably most inhuman feature about me. I could draw details of what will happen in the future before it has even happened. The female I drew had light brown hair, only the image now was in black and white.

Colouring in stencil before a knock on the tree enters and disrupts my atmosphere, "What the hell do you think you are doing up that high?"

In walks the controlling peach of the school.

Only there wasn't anything soft about this arsehole.

"Fuck off, Julian."

"Don't make me come up there, Evangeline. Climb down slowly, what is with you and trees?" He grumbles, sternly. I roll my eyes and stand, stepping out of the middle trunk and lowering to the one closest to the ground. I sit on it and dangle my legs down on it.

His brown eyes give me such a glare, I look back down to my pad, his dirty blonde strands look gelled back today, "You don't even say 'Hello or Good morning' anymore. Have you not noticed that I am still in fact an intact human being. All my organs, muscles, bones and skin are positioned much like a human female. But that is beside the point on the female part. I have earned the right to gain a normal 'Hello' in the morning." I explain, dropping down on my canvas shoes.

I look up to his six foot five form. Same height as his superior, "What do you want? A foot massage?" I ask him when he just stares down at me with narrowed eyes.

"If you would stop climbing fucking trees at school then I wouldn't be racing over here after one of the juniors posted a blonde asking them if they wanted her to let her hair down so they can get a better view of your inescapably glistening features?" He posts the question mark right on his tanned, angular face.

I blink at him, "Huh, they actually got every word right? Weird, they're supposed to be the dumb ones. Hence the robotic movements of getting here at six in the morning for football training sessions. Why are you here again? You're an hour earlier." I ask, grabbing the green apple from his hand that he brings me every morning. He grabs my bag from the grass floor with a sigh of defeat, before pointing me inside.