Felicity: The Unwanted Emotion

~Chapter 1~

Day One of probably the crappiest week ever. What couldn't have gone wrong? First, I was pantsed. Fucking fantastic, I know. It is absolutely every girls dream to get pantsed. Then, my motherfucking brother was in my business saying "I need a man!" First of all, fuck him, second of all, gross. Third of all, has he been oblivious to our entire town the past 16 years? But then again, he is one of them himself. Born with killer looks, he stands at six-feet-seven-inches, toned and tanned muscles, sandy brown hair, green eyes, and just about a smile that could make anyone our age kill for him. But, only downside to that is that he is just as pig-headed and egoistic as the rest of them. I have seen him break more hearts than M&M's in a king size bag of M&M's; he makes me sick. That seems to be what all the girls go for these days. Not me.

First Days of school are always a drag. You go to your classes, sit in your seats, and silently comment to yourself one of two things: "Fuck everyone in this classroom, I hate you all," or, "Look at all my friends! Time to forge alliances!" Sadly, the second option only happened to me once, and that was during lunch, because screw friendly academics and group projects. Luckily, all seven of my close-knit friends were with me to mope about the day's events. By the time my final lunch hour bell rang and I walked in to set my lunchbox down to start eating, one of my friends, Brandon, was already laughing away telling something that was obviously really funny. The rest of my friends were clearly amused because their faces were turning several shades of blue and red. Luckily, he was the first to notice me and include me in the laughter.

" Daniella! Over here! I have to tell you about this one time I was at band camp and we totally filled this dudes tuba with talcum powder and flour! It was totally awesome!" He gestured me over while yelling so I could hear. I was already guaranteeing that I'd choke on my sandwich while listening to him, but at this point, I didn't care. I hugged him as I made my way next to him, just like I have done the past two years now.

"I missed you Brandon and how can you have gotten tanner!?" I questioned him seeing that he looked like caramel that had been heated. The color of Patrick Star on that one episode of Spongebob Squarepants where they tried to get into the tanned people only party. He looked awesome.

"Well, Daniella, it's what happens when you spend seven hours a day marching in formation outside in nothing but shorts and tennis shoes"
"Obviously." I commented, wishing I had been there to see him having fun. Brandon was a music geek, he plays percussion for the most part, but he also knows how to play tuba, trombone, trumpet, and viola. He has always been so centered in the music department. I always see him daze off when he is listening to music. You can see the fascination in his body and the way he moves when he listens to it. It's beautiful in its own way.

"Well, Daniella, how was your summer?" My friend Cassandra asked. Cassandra was one of the more quiet people in the group. While she is also a band nerd at heart, but she shows it differently and more in private. With mousey brown hair and giant glasses, she looks like a librarian sometimes. She is pale, she doesn't like going outside all that much. She is also incredibly thin and tall. She proclaims sometimes that she looks like a guy, but I think she is just as beautiful any other girl just the way she is.

"Oh, you know, work, piano practice, anime, anime, anime, and food, and did I mention anime?" I snicker as I respond.

"Only about four times this time." Brandon pipes in.

"Shush! I only managed to watch 14 shows this summer! I'm behind schedule! Last summer I watched 18!" I argued.

"Take a chill pill Daniella ," he laughs, "you know how I am. I'm always poking fun at everyone."

Which was true, if he didn't want to be a music teacher so badly, he could definitely become a professional comedian.

The rest of lunch when mainly uneventful. Laughing about everyone's summer mishaps and all the things we were looking forward for this year. Before I realized it, lunchtime was over, and I had to say goodbye to everyone. I absolutely did not want to leave anyone, I hate not being with my friends or at least one. I am a tiny little thing. I stand barely above five feet, and an amazing five-foot-four. Being short in high school is probably one of the scariest things on the planet. All the Tree People barely see me, and if they don't, well, pancake land, here I come. I finally go to my locker, thankful to have not become smashed potatoes in the process. Only to see something out of the corner of my eye, and no, not another person, there are plenty of them around.

I gather my things for my next hour class, close my locker door, and follow the shine that I spotted. I walk to it and I notice, in the crevice of a wall that had been unsealed recently, a small bird, that only I would know what it is. It was a Lilac-Breasted Roller, and they are absolutely beautiful, but rare. How did he get in here?

I go outside and set the bird free right before the second to final bell for fifth hour to start rings, but I notice something peculiar as I open the door and let the bird go. A silver SUV revs off just as the bird goes flying. Hmm...

I look out the door to see nothing else out there and I didn't think about the car after that. But I probably should have, because little did I know, but this encounter would change my life forever. This is what started it all.