Dreaming Fangirl

Chapter 1

(All the character's names in this book has a meaning Zella means Warrior, it will play out later in my story)

"Zella!" Ms. Wagner yells, as I jump out of my seat landing hard on my ass.

"Yes?" I ask trying to hide the pained expression on my face as the rest of the class around me irrupts in a chaos of laughter.

"Do you know what reading section we are on Miss. Smoke?" Ms. Wagner asks, sliding her glasses back up on her nose as she looks down at me a frown plastered on her thin pale lips. Ms. Wagner is a short lady maybe about 5 feet tall about 50 years old, with long brown hair she wears in a tight bun on the top of her head. Her eyes are a light brown color hidden behind thick, circle framed glasses and light brown freckles scattered on her fair skin face like stars in the night sky. I imagined she was pretty when she was younger perhaps in her 20's, where the dark circles weren't under her eyes or when the wrinkles weren't starting to appear on the side of her smile.

I look up from my seating position on the floor and at the text book lying on my desk. Of course i do not know what reading section we are suppose to be on, because i was not paying attention.

blushing slightly i stand back up wincing as i sit back down in my chair, the class silencing so they could hear me make a fool of myself. "Uh no, I do not know what reading section we are suppose to be on." I mumble diverting my eyes down towards the text book.

Words, pointless, useless words i will forget in two months, i don't know why teachers insist students need to know this crap if we are just going to forget it in a few days. To me it just doesn't make sense. I look up in time to see Ms. Wagner glare at me before returning back to the board to continue her lecture.

Around me i take in how small the classroom is with twenty other students seated around the classroom in no order whatsoever. Some are leaning back casually in their chairs whereas others are talking to one another. That's yet another thing i don't get, why i am always being called out where clearly everyone else is acting up more than me. Call my crazy but i can not wait till the day comes when karma comes and bites them in the ass like a bitch.

The room is a rectangular shaped, with windows lining one side of the walls and the rest of the walls painted in a cheap beige color that is already chipping.

I look to my right out the window, to the sun reflecting off the tall buildings and their glass windows. I have always loved looking outside and imagining how it would be like to be able to fly over and in-between the tall buildings and up into the mysterious clouds.

Ever since i was little i always thought there was a kingdom up in the clouds, ruled by a noble King and Queen, their loyal knights serving them though dusk until dawn. I am not talking about God or whatever else may be believed to live up in the clouds, i am talking about a whole new world us humans have yet to discover.

I turn my gaze from the window and look down at my text book and to the left, at my journal with the saying "Stars can't Shine without Darkness." Which in a sense is true, in my journal i write about stories and ideas i have. One day it may be Cloud Demons that spit fire and others may be days where i write about Snerps, balls of wind and magic that bestow luck among the unluckiest of people, or at times when luck is needed the most.

I write about the world of clouds and the cloud people with wings shades of all different colors, size and shape. I hope to visit these people some day, and live in their world. I wish to feel the sun on my face and feel the cool, crisp air brush against my wings as i soar through the sky to places i never dare dream of going.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The bell goes off signaling the end of the school day. I hastily gather my journal and text book, stuffing them in my gray and black ombre backpack, and start heading for the door, giving Ms. Wagner a curt nod before heading out the door.

My school is three stories high, with roughly about three hundred students. Funny, you would think a school with three stories would be more than enough room for everyone. Well i hate to burst your bubble but you are wrong.

The moment i step out of the classroom i am instantly swept away, in a wave of bodies.

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~Lennon