Comical Romance

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 

Nia Allen

“Nia!” 

The bright meadow I was running in started to fade and I am brought back to my dark room which is only lit by faint signs of sunlight. Looking over to my left, I see my seven year old sister, Nikita, staring at me attentively. She is dressed head to toe in brown and the only thing different is her purple lunch bag that she is carrying in her hand. 

“Ugh,” I groan before saying “what is it?” 

“Nothing, I just wanted to say goodbye” 

“Well by then.” Her eyes widen at my harshness. She mutters a quick ‘bye’ and hurriedly leaves my bedroom. After she leaves, I fling my massive turquoise duvet cover away from my body and sluggishly make my way to the bathroom, which was at the other side of the hallway. It didn’t take me quite long to get dressed. I look back at myself in the full length mirror in the middle of my bathroom. My long, curly brown hair cascades down my back. I always loved my hair: it was a feature I picked up from having a Jamaican dad and a Hispanic and English mother. My eyes trailed down to the uniform I had to wear. It is a black blazer with the logo on the left side and a white shirt with a yellow and black, diagonally striped tie. The skirt is the worst part. It is knee-length and it has a black and yellow plaid pattern on it. The skirt doesn’t look right on me but after the many attempts of trying to fix it I just leave it alone and go downstairs for breakfast. 

There was an eerie silence once I reached the kitchen. Nobody was here, as usual. Mother had left and taken Nikita with her. I let out a long sigh and start on my lunch for today. Tuna sandwich and a bottle of orange juice, like always. Grabbing the biggest clementine from the fruit bowl, I look at the time. Its 7:45, time to start walking. Yes. I walk to school. It isn’t that hard or that far. Just an 18 minute walk to be exact.
This is my normal routine. Waking up, having breakfast by myself and then walking to school. It never used to be that way. My life was quite awesome actually. My family was complete and I saw my parents every day. Now-a-days, my mother works way too hard. She only gets one day off and even then she’s still working. I hardly ever see my father, he decided to pack up and leave because he was fed up with life. Pfft. Now he’s 'living the life' in Miami with my aunt. 

“Nia!” there goes my name being called again. Turning around, I see my best friend, Karma, breathing heavily.
“Goodness gracious. Nia, you had me running extra hard. Are you deaf or something? Geez” She asks still trying to catch her breath while we continue walking into school
“You know I’m in my zone when I’m walking, Kar.” I reply with a slight smile. Karma flicks her short ginger hair and straightens herself out.
“I don’t know how you do it. Walking and stuff. Walking to bus stop is hard enough.”
Kar is slightly chubby but she’s not unhealthy so I don’t understand why she can’t take a little walk to the bus stop.
“Maybe I’m special” I grin
“Oh please, you’re about as special as dog crap.” 

***

It is lunch time and everybody’s rushing. Barbecue Chicken Kebabs today and it’s on a first come first served basis. On the way to the lunch hall I feel somebody roughly bump into me. I turn around to see a girl with short dark hair, big blue eyes and a smirk on her face. It is none other than Rosalinda Vincent. 

Ok, Nia, you can do this. Talk to somebody. I see a girl at the back of the classroom, her big blue eyes looking into space. Ok this is your chance, befriend her. I walk over to the back of the classroom. 
“Hey. My name’s Nia. What’s yours?” I ask expectantly. She looks up at me and scrunches up her face. 
“You…don’t deserve to know my name, so don’t bother. Bye” I stand there in shock before hurrying to a seat near the front, away from her… 
Since she was in my class, I did end up finding out what her name was; by that time I didn’t want to be her friend at all. What a waste. 

Instead of giving her what she wanted, an argument, I swiftly turned and walked towards the lunch hall. Upon arriving there, I see Karma sitting by herself, presumably on her phone, on a yellow table at the back. I faintly smile and manoeuvre through endless amounts of coloured tables to get to Karma. 

“Your life just got better.”  I proclaim before sitting down and taking out my lunch. Kar detaches her eyes away from the phone and looks at me, blushing. 

“Michael?” I ask, referring to her boyfriend.
“Yes, he’s just amazing, you know?” She gushes. When talking about her boyfriend she’s always like this, giggly and girly.
“No. No I don’t know and I don’t want to know.” I respond.
“Oh. Come on, Nia. In your current situation you might need somebody, besides me, to help you out.”
"Seriously? I don’t need a boy to help me out. I’ve got dreams to come true.”
“What kind of dreams?” My so-called best friend inquires.
“I’ve told you this millions of times. Do you not listen?” exclaiming, I repeat what I’ve been saying for the past four years, “Number one, be happy. Number two, be inspiring. Number three; help other people through their problems.”
“Oh, right...those," She smiles "Just know I have your back.”
“Yes. I know” We both smile at each other and get on to talking about our day. 

10, 9, 8, 7, 6- The school bell rings uncontrollably, while people pack up their stuff and file out of the classroom. So much for my exact countdown to 3:05.
Anywho, It’s time for me to go to the bookstore. I haven’t visited there all summer and I need to go there. I find that reading books are my only escape from reality. You know when you’re reading a book and you feel like you’re the main character? That happens to me all the time and it helps a lot that the characters are so exciting and they have great morals. 

I text Kar to tell her that I’m going to the bookstore.
It doesn’t take a while before I’m stood in front of Waterstones, a world of books calling my name.  I think I’m feeling manga today: I fast walk over to the manga section and pick up The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya which I’ve been meaning to read since forever. Setting my belongings on the ground I sit down on one of the many reading chairs. 'Finally' I think and dig into the book. In my peripheral vision, I see a boy sitting next to me wearing the Waterstones uniform looking at me intently.

A/N: 
Hello, this is a new story that i'm starting out with. I am open to constructive criticism so feel free to give me some. And uh that's it. Bye