On Earth , As it is in Heaven

CHAPTER 1.

Whenever I read a book, I always imagined myself as the main character. It’s a sort of instantaneous response- unless the main character is a boy, of course...Because that would just be plain awkward if it’s a romance novel. Anyway, in reality – the things in the books would NEVER happen in real life. Especially if the story involves things like vampires and faeries and 12 hot guys living with you. And if you’re a seemingly average girl, like me... Well that’s what I thought a year ago. Before something incredible took control of my life, and spun it wildly out of proportion. Something that changed my average life... forever. 

-THUMP-

The sudden noise woke me up from my sleep. Getting up, I checked the clock beside my bed. 2 am ? Tiredly, I stepped out of bed and heard the same thumping sound I heard before. Sighing to myself, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen ( where the noise was coming from) and proceeded to grab a baseball bat, just in case. I switched on the light of the kitchen to reveal a half naked man dressed up as a playboy bunny gulping down a bottle of Vodka. What. The . Actual . Firetruck. “Umm, I need you to get out of my kitchen”, I hesitantly spoke. “Nooooo Im finnneee , I want aaaaaa boyfriennddddd!!”, he slurred. Geez Louise, this one is a bit desperate. “Look dude, I need you to get out of my house, or I’m calling the police”.

“Hahaha Okaaaay Calm your horsesssssssss”, he laughed drunkily.

I pushed him towards the door of my house, my baseball bat at the ready, just incase he tried to get back in. Once he was out, I yawned and retreated back up my bed.

*BRRRRRNGGG!*

Waking up from unconsciousness , I stretched my arms and gradually made my way out of my untidy bed , still feeling incredibly tired from last night. That was the 4th time it happened in a month. Curse my mother for moving us into a house that was directly opposite a Gay Bar. I guess they had some fancy-dress theme last night, thus the playboy bunny gay dude. I don’t have any thing against homosexuals, I just find it incredibly annoying when they break into your house in the middle of the night, drunk, and shout about the fun they had with their boyfriends. Not cool.

“Avery! You’re Late!” my mum shouted from downstairs. Crap. Rushing into the bathroom, I had a quick shower and brushed my teeth in lightning speed. Dressing myself wasn’t a problem either, throwing on a drop-dead T-shirt, skinny jeans and Vans. I quickly brushed down my hair, applied a quick smudge of lip-gloss and mascara, grabbed my bag and ran out of my house. I looked down at my watch. Sh*t ! It was 8.55 , and school started at 9.00 ! My house was over 20 minutes away from school, by walking, I was never going to make it. I carried on running, the wind whipping my hair all over my face – already feeling the perspiration on my back. After what felt like forever, I finally made it to school. I knew I looked like utter crap, so I nipped into the toilets, already knowing I was late, since the hallways were empty. I faced the mirror , looking at my dyed red hair. My fringe was plastered to my sweaty face, and the rest of my hair was all over the place. My cheeks matched the colour of my hair, making my light olive skin stand out. I had dark circles under my brown eyes, from my lack of sleep. To conclude, I looked hideously horrible. After 10 minutes of sorting out my hair and face, I checked the bathroom clock. WTF – It was 9.45 , I was sure I didn’t come in THAT late! I clutched my bag and sprinted out of the toilet, and into my first lesson. I timidly opened the door, to find 31 eyes staring directly at me. Great.

The whole classroom was quiet except for the sniggering of 2 people at the back. That was typical of Hunter and Maddie, my best friends. Mrs Greyson, my current teacher of that lesson was glaring at me furiously, beneath her massive spectacles.

“Ava, What is your excuse into arriving into my class extremely late?!” she bellowed.

“Erm, well, the thing is … I had to , er ,  help my mum out with the .. er.. Chicken turd scooping!” I stuttered. Wait, what the firetruck did I just say?!

“Well Ava, I’m glad to see you finally taking an approach to handy work, And don’t worry.. I completely understand your situation. My own father was in that business too”, she replied with a genuine smile.

Holy Crapola... It was a real job?! Either she is completely nuts, or I need to get out more.

I shook my head in confusion, and walked up to my seat near the back, just in front of my friends. I sat down , and turned around to see Maddie and Hunter.

“Wowza’s Ave, way to make a grand entrance, It’s nearly the end of the lesson”, said Maddie.

“Chyeah, and why did you say you had to help your mum with...er... chicken poop?” Hunter sniggered.

“I don’t know! I just said the first thing that came into my head which happened to be something so ridiculous, but at the same time, saved my sorry ass”.

“True that”, Maddie and Hunter replied in unison.

I have known both of them since I was 5 years old, and we have been buddies ever since. Maddie has long blonde hair, and her almond-shaped eyes are a deep hazel. She is half Thai, and half Swedish and the contrast of the two cultures easily makes her one of the most prettiest people in the school. Hunter looks pretty much the opposite. He has shaggy dark brown hair, which dips down into a long fringe and covers most of his grey eyes. Whilst Maddie looks like a peppy model, Hunter just looks like a depressed hobo most of the time. But from what I know, they are both quite similar in personalities and Hunter is definitely not a hobo. They are also quite similar in height, being very tall. Except for the fact that Maddie is lean, and Hunter is big-boned. I look like the odd one out, being short and all. But if you saw the 3 of us walking down a hallway, you would think we make a weird group. But that’s just my opinion.

“Oh and by the way Ava, you do know there is someone sitting beside you  ... in case you haven’t noticed already”, said Maddie excitedly.

I turned my head around, and sure enough the seat beside me that had been empty for nearly the whole year was taken up by someone. How could I not have noticed?

I looked up to see who that person was, and the face was unrecognisable, definitely a new kid. His hair was stark black, which contrasted with his very pale skin. It looked almost natural, but I knew better that hair isn’t that dark naturally. His facial features were sharp and defined, his high cheekbones highlighting his eyes. His eyes…

They were green. But not the average kind. His eyes were … almost neon green? Probably contacts, but still. They looked so out of place with his black hair and translucent skin. His fringe fell in front of his face and he looked like an emo Justin Bieber. Weird, huh? Except Justin Bieber definitely didn’t have neon green eyes, and his bone structure wasn’t as defined as this guy.

It wasn’t just the colour of his eyes that baffled me. When I looked into them, I felt a pang of recognition… something deep inside me that I couldn’t properly grasp. Who was this guy? And why is he smirking, like he recognises me too? … 

For the people that read this story previously, Sorry I had to delete it. I uploaded it again, but made it longer and changed the title :) Cause I felt the other one was kinda stoopid. But um yeah.. This is my first story and I hope its good. *fingers crossed*. Oh and NO, its not a vampire of werewolf story or anything like that. This story is differen (: Perhaps a bit of inspiration from books I have read, but its definitely not what your expecting. Pwomise.I will update in a few days, or next week? I dunno, I have exams and stuff x] Bye..for now. =^.^=

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PS : LISTEN TO THE YOUTUBE LINK AT THE SIDE. The song is called "Season" by a Uk band called We Start Partys. Its such a good song xDDDDDDD