Falling Down To Earth

Chapter 1 ~ Beginners

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 So not only is this my first novel on Wattpad but it's also the only story that I've started and stuck with past the first chapter. So a thumbs up for that! ^_^

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Me: Hold on, Drea! Be patient. The readers will get enough of you in the next parts!

Drea: Then can we hury along to the "me part" now?

Me: Ooh sassy! Fine.

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                                                               Chapter One

                                                               BEGINNERS

"Have you heard about the new kids?" Charm's voice rises above the crowd as she opens her strawberry yogurt and shoves a spoonful of the pink cream into her mouth.

I shrug and polish an apple on my sleeve, not really caring. I think about spacing out or not listening to the conversation. But change my mind, knowing they're my only friends - and probably ever will be - and that I definitely owe them some respect after all they've put up with. All of that being me.

She continues even though both Tucker and I are clearly not as interested as she thinks, "What's weird is that they both enrolled here at the same time, partially into the school year. I guess that could happen, right? But they aren't even related. And, like I said, it's not like we're starting a new semester where there's just new kids roaming everywhere... I almost think the know each other though because I saw them talking. Oh, come on guys, tell me that's not strange."

I look at the teeth marks in my apple, shoot a sideways glance to Tucker, then twist the red fruit in my hands, caulculating not only what she just said but also a ton of other things.

"Well?" She prompts, yogurt-filled spoon midair.

"I don't know why your so obsessed over these new kids, C." Tucker shakes his head.

"I'm not." Her blue eyes sparkle with confusion and manipulation at the same time. But he doesn't fall for it.

"Oh yeah? Where did they live before Oregon?"

 "They both lived in California." Charm automatically reveals, falling into the trap, then covers her hand in regret while slapping Tucker with her other one as he gives a little laugh.

"Okay, so maybe I am a little curious. But definitely not obsessed."

Tucker and I cock our heads and look at her. Knowing fully well how true that lie is.

"Okay, fine! I'm obsessed. There I admitted it." She smiles. "Now - just...  hurry up and eat! The bell's gonna ring."

For the last couple minutes of lunch I look at them laughing and having a perfect time - A perfectly normal time. And I wonder if I'll ever be able to be normal. If I'll ever be able to tell them who I really am. Or maybe I'll just have to hide - like usual.

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 After lunch Tucker and Charm depart from me and we all head our separate ways, me heading off to art them off to other classes. Once I enter the room, I pass Relm and Honor and ignore their daily pick of either looser, freak, dork or something much worse - today being the much worse one - and head back to sit at my art easel.

 I push my hood over my head but take off my sunglasses. Because, though people tell me my long, red hair is gorgeous and that I shouldn't hide it under my hood or that my sunglasses hide my beautiful eyes, I still do it. But not because I'm ashamed or uncomfortable with myself. Well, maybe, but not in the same way everyone thinks. I only wear it all because I'm afraid my hair will start glowing or my eyes will unexpectedly change color at any moment. It comes with having wings, I guess.

 "Before we begin, I'd like to introduce one out of two of our newest students. Class, this is Damien Prescott." Mrs. Sanders says, which immediately catches my attention. Because, even though I've heard quite a bit about him and the other girl, Raven, I still want to see for myself, I still want my own proof.

  His dark brown eyes capture mine, and the moment they do his there's an immediate connection. I'm not just saying this because it seems like every other girl in the same room could be thinking the same thing. I'm saying it because I could feel his energy mixing with mine even though I knew our auras were far from touching, and even though I knew I had never seen him before he was somehow familiar. 

 Despite his black leather boots, black sunglasses, and black leather jacket, for a minute I could have sworn I saw a faint outline of white wings expand out from behind him. Though it could have just been a memory from me staring in the mirror last night - looking at my own reflection.

And I don't know if it was some weird, twisted fate. But for some undeniable reason there just happened to be a free chair next to me. And Mrs. Sanders just happened to escort Damien to it.

"Hey," Damien says.

   Though I was pretty sure it was supposed to be a nice greeting, I didn't feel like playing. There was really no point in me making friends when I understood it would never work out. And I didn't really feel in the mood for playing nice guy.

  Tucker and Charm were basically real friends but I figured I was at my limit, considering what I was. Another thing was that Tucker and Charm could except the fact that I was a loner - after time they had figured it out - not a socializer. Fortunately for me  (though I don't know how it was for them) they were usually there when I needed them. That alone was enough for me.

  Even if I definitely didn't want to become friends with some new kid so he could just hang onto our small group before leaving for the populars I still mumble, "Hey," before turning back to my canvas.