The Girl With Blue Hair {A Novel}

-Chapter Two-

Blu's Pov:

"Blu! Wake up!" I rolled over, holding up my hand to block the brightness of the room. "Whaaat?" I said, my voice cracking. My mom handed me a cup of water from my bedside bookshelf. "Get up- It's Monday." I groaned, exiting my warm cocoon of blankets and stepping onto the -33F floor. Shivering, I walked to my door, pulling my favorite hoodie on as I went.

I walked into the kitchen, seeing my little brother already at the table. I grinned- then stopped dead, staring at the little devil. In his green bowl, were the last of my precious Fruity Pebbles. That bastard.

Momentarily forgetting my tiredness, I dove for him. "Ryan!!" I screamed, "That's my cereal!" "I know, and they're delicious." He smirked. The boy was only 13, two years younger than yours truly. Why the heck can he smirk so well!?

My mother walked out of her room and into the kitchen. "What the actual FUCK ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT?" I stopped. "Sorry mom." I said, once again feeling drained. With a glance to the computer room, obviously checking if my phone was where it should be, she returned to her room to get ready.

I walked back to the bathroom without breakfast, telling myself I didn't need it. I just brushed my teeth, grabbed my hairbrush, and headed back to my room.

Once my door was closed, I pulled on one of my favorite pairs of ripped blue skinny jeans, tying the weird red flannel scarf-thing. My hoodie and nightshirt hit the floor, and I clipped my favorite black bra securely into place. Pulling a black sports bra over it, I also pulled on my "NEW YORK 98 Athletic" too-big tee shirt. Partially zipping up a black jacket over it, I looked in the mirror.

"Holy Biersack, I look like shit," I whispered. My blue hair was still in it's ponytail from last night, but it looked horrible from sleeping on it. To be honest, it probably looked bad when I first pulled it up. My darker blue eyes looked worn and sad, but that was the usual. It was if people noticed them that it became a problem. So I slowly blinked, willing my emotions out of my eyes. When I opened them again, my eyes were just dark blue, maybe even content.

I carefully took my hair down from it's ponytail, brushing it back. I sighed, looking at my watch. 6:55. Shit.

I had to get to the bus stop at 7:10, and it was at least a 5 minute walk. I decided my hair could be down for once, and pulled on my blue converse, and charged through the house. Grabbing my stuff, I ran towards the door. "BYE!" I yelled as I very nearly broke down the door trying to open it.

Eventually I got it open, and walked out into the crisp, gentle sunlight. It was slightly cold, but this was Florida, I knew it wouldn't stay that way. By 9:00, it would be at least 90F.

I walked away from my house, heading towards my bus stop. I didn't like getting on at my house, it wasn't safe for people to know where I live.

10 minutes later, I got there, and I pulled out my phone. Luckily mom had checked when she came out to yell at us, so I was able to snatch it up in my rush out the door. Checking my watch, 7:10, I decided it wasn't worth it. I could see the bus coming around the bend in the road. I grudgingly put my phone into my back pocket, but still stuck my headphones in my ears. Reaching around myself, I plugged them into my phone, but didn't turn on any music. I want to hear what they say.

The big yellow bus stopped in front of me. The driver stared at me, and, noticing my headphones, didn't say anything, instead motioning me on. As soon as I got to the top of the steps all conversation stopped.

I almost smiled.

I quickly walked to the back of the bus, listening to people talk about me as i passed.

"There's Blu."

"Is her hair down?" That was the main topic. Who knew I had such an effect.

"It hasn't been down since 8th grade."

"Shh she'll hear you."

"Her headphones are in, she can't hear a thing." I almost laughed at that one.

I fist bumped the emo kid, Daniel, (a/n: aka Dan Howell) who sat across from me, and sat in my seat. The bus jolted forward before I had a chance to actually sit. I took my phone out of my pocket, and it vibrated almost instantly. I looked up at Daniel, but he was concentrating on something.

I shrugged, and, pausing once to chuckle at my lockscreen, which was an anime sniper girl, unlocked my phone. Clicking on my messages, I almost dropped my phone. It vibrated again, and this time I managed to hold on. The second message was from Daniel. I decided to answer that one first.

Daniel [Dan]: What's wrong??

Me: I just died.

Daniel [Dan]: Are you okay?

Me: Guess what bastard just texted me?

Daniel [Dan]: Uhhh Me..?

Me: Ash. Ash fucking King.

Daniel [Dan]: Fuuuuucccckkkkkkkkk

I met his eyes across the bus and nodded.

Daniel [Dan]: What's it say?

Me: I'm too scared to read it.

The bus pulled into the school, and I gathered my belongings. Dan helped my lazy ass up and whispered, "It's okay, you'll be fine," as we walked past everyone and off the bus.

The bell had already rung, so we hurried to homeroom.

The day passed quickly, with no action except apparently somebody wanting to fight me tomorrow. I told them to go ask my boxing instructor. She left me alone pretty much after that. I chuckled to myself, remembering her petrified face. All talk, no walk. That's what Greyson would have said. I stopped laughing instantly. Don't think about him. Don't think about that. That little mantra was what I repeated over and over, until the final bell broke my concentration.

I waited until everyone else left, then slowly got up and walked out the door. And stopped.

Standing in font of me in all his glory, with brown eyes shining and his lighter brown hair, styled like Ronaldo's, was Ash fucking King.

And I couldn't run.

(1142 words, guys!!)

[Edited]

A/N: Sorry for the slow update, my Aunt passed away and we were very close. I'll try to maintain this book, but my family is very sad right now.

I hope you all have a better day, better week than I've had, and remember not to take anything, or anyone- for granted. They could be gone faster than you think.