Our Serenity... || Original Story

Chapter I - Mornings

Esme Martinez.

Your average 15 year old in her first year of high school. You know how it is. Being a loner and everything. She was completely fine like this however.

Esme was the most stereotypical tough girl but not you ever did see.

Short. Blonde hair due to dying it too many times to the point where it turned a blonde. Purple eyes that stared into the souls of others like a dead husk. Mainly kept to herself, going to the sewing room everyday to work on dresses.

Speaking of which. That was one of the only things she was good at. Other than staring into people's souls.

She'd make dresses for the other girls, putting her name in the tag just to rub it in that she made it. Yes. Designing dresses for the popular girls was the life.

And she was completely okay with this. Minus the fact that it seemed like no one could understand her due to her Spanish accent. Yayyy...

But, that was a whole other can of worms. It's not her fault her first language was Spanish and she's from Spain before moving over to Europe to see what life was like over here.

However, there's one group of people... the worse of the bunch...

The jocks...

Consisting of the most idiotic boys you will ever meet in your entire life. All of them had these stereotypical boy names. And most of them played every spot minus tennis or anything with a racket. Also known as the only sports Esme enjoyed.

Meaning. She didn't give a mierda about the jocks. She would never give a shit about them.

Or rather... that's what she would've told you about two months ago...

But, we'll get to that.

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It was a regular Tuesday morning.

Esme woke up with the messiest bedhead you ever did see and feeling like she was gonna die.

That's how you know it was gonna be a good day.

She got ready and brushed out her hair, pinning it up in a messy bun before heading out into the bathroom to get ready. Whilst she was brushing her teeth, her brother, Luke, came in and flicked her toothbrush out of her mouth. Esme cursed at him while he cackled. Unlike her, Luke was born after her father left and her mother remarried. Meaning, he was Asian. While Esme was Hispanic.

Luke -despite being only 13- had gotten his first growth spurt, making him taller than her despite her being two years older than him. He had curly brown hair like their mother and pale skin that shimmered in the sunlight like this teen romance novel she read when she was 10. Two bright green eyes that seemed to look like freshly cut grass. She didn't envy him for being much more perfect than her. No. Definitely not.

"Is there a reason you decided to come in while I'm getting ready?" Esme asks as she wipes toothpaste off her face.

"No, no particular reason," Luke admits. "I just wanted to pick at you."

"Well, I'm not in the mood today. So, por favor déjame en paz," Esme flicks water at his face to make him leave.

Luke exclaims and flicks water back at her, earning not even a flinch. He sighs before pulling out her hair-tie and running off with it. Esme was about to run after him before giving up. She has plenty more anyway.

Esme rolls her eyes and turns back to splash water in her face to wake herself up before changing into her school uniform. Once she makes her way downstairs and notices her mother leaving off in a hurry.