The Reality Marble

Chapter 1

This is hard to do.

Beginnings, always the hardest part of telling a story. Especially your own. You never know quite what to say, or how to even begin to get whoever is reading your story to like it. I suppose the best way for me to start my story is to tell you one simple fact about myself, a fact that will leave you thinking "What the hell?", or "Well that was unexpected, let's see where this goes.". Hopefully it's the latter.

But anyways, the fact you should know is ...I'm dead.

Yes, yes I am. Thinking it's weird yet? I bet you are. Just hold on, it'll get weirder.

Meet Rebecca Hanes, this beautiful blue eyed blonde. She's your average, popular high school girl. Beautiful, rich, and a total bitch. This... is not really her story.

Don't get me wrong, she helps in explaining some stuff but, don't pay her too much mind. If you're like me, you'll hate her anyways.

She spends most of her time lording herself over the less fortunate students at South Davenport High. Bullies students, breaks rules, gossips, etc. etc. You get the idea by now. She's basically every one's fantasy and worst night mare all in one. Girls love her, hate her and want to be her. Every girl I've seen at Davenport tries to get in good with her, sometimes stooping themselves so low, you have to wonder what ever happened to pride and dignity. All the girls practically worshipped Rebecca, even the ones that hated her, all the girls except one.

Now this is where the person who this story is about comes in, meet Kaitlyn. Dark skinned, brown eyed, curly haired, non-Kim-Kardashian-shaped-but-still-hot-as-fuck Kaitlyn. Take a minute to picture her well, because if you're like me, you'll love her. Rebecca tried to bully her on her first day at Davenport and she promptly told her to fuck off and then she walked away.

She's the new kid here at Davenport, and from what I could tell, she just wanted to let the time she had here breeze by without anything going wrong. She was a complete loner, she stuck to herself and never spoke to anyone unless they addressed her. She wasn't stuck up, but she wasn't very social either.

Who doesn't love the quiet, bad ass, mysterious type?

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Just my luck, she was in my class.

Of course she is. There wouldn't be a story here if she wasn't.

Yes, you're right, so I apologise for the cliché, but she was.

She sat at the back of class, drawing no attention to herself. But she had all of mine since the first time I saw her. I was a very curious soul, and she captured my curiosity. Class breezed by and I learned nothing at all except for some more of Kaitlyn's features. I had seen her physical attractions and all, but now her mind interested me.

I wanted to know how she thinks, what made her tick. Personality traits, you know?

She looked up from her book and caught me looking at her with my eyes narrowed. Her brows drew closer to each other and she looked like she was about to flip me off or cut her eyes at me. She surprised me though!

She looked from side to side then waved, her eyebrows still drawn together. That look that says "Okay, this is weird." I laughed, and she smiled back. When she got up to leave the classroom, I followed in tow.

"Hi," I said, catching up to her, "I'm Declan. Kaitlyn, right?"

"Yeah, hi." She said, "You were staring at me."

I laughed, trying to think of something witty to say so I don't crash and stay silent like an idiot. She continued before I could reply, asking me if I was one of those stalker types that would secretly take pictures of her when she wasn't looking, or follow her home late at night and stare at her through binoculars.

"No, of course not." I laughed, "But then, I'm sure if you met one of those types they wouldn't tell you that they were."

"Fair point. So why then?"

"Why what?"

"Why were you staring at me."

I paused for a moment and smiled, "I was wondering how your mind works."

She chuckled and for a moment I thought she was laughing at me. "Your weird," She said, a smile on her face, "I like weird."