Brave: Remade

Chapter 1

Another day in hell.

This thought ran through my mind constantly as I pulled my bag over my shoulder, quietly entering the front doors of Everett High School. The sound of phones ringing, lockers being slammed shut, and too-loud conversations could be head clearly. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of it.

It was the beginning of junior year in the same school I had attended since first grade. I wish I could say that I expected things to be different this year, but I didn't. I'd still be known as the scared little nerd that I've always been since moving to this town. Everett was a small town with small houses and even smaller dreams. Nothing ever changed, and the people were always just as rotten, feeling the need to torture those that they feel don't fit in.

Unfortunately, I was one of the people singled out for not fitting in. It wasn't that I tried to be flashy or anything that grand. I simply wanted to study hard, graduate, get into a good university and graduate there with my eyes set on a high-paying job. A secure life was the only good life for me - a life where I knew exactly what was going to happen. But, it seems that not everyone in my high school had that goal in mind.

Different from what I had anticipated, rather than laughing or crumpled balls of paper being thrown at me, squealing interrupted the normal sounds of the high school hallways. Curiosity distracted me against my better judgement, and I was unable to stop myself for turning to look at what had caused such excitement.

A crowd of girls surrounded the entrance of the school as someone unfamiliar confidently strolled through the doors. This unfamiliar person wore the school's uniform, but something else distracted me from it and held my attention. His hair was a brilliant shade of blonde, cut at medium length. However, what really caught my attention were his icy-blue eyes. The brilliance of his appearance slowly began to attract more girls as he made his way towards a locker - most likely his.

As if that wasn't enough, a few seconds later, a small group of males and females alike entered the school, all of which were unfamiliar to me. Soon, the crowd around the entrance grew, containing both boys and girls who wanted to see the spectacle. Upon closer inspection, though they all had different colored hair, there was one thing they had in common - their icy-blue eyes.

Just as the first boy had done, they parted ways once they had found an opening in the crowd, and went to their lockers. It seemed as if all of these unfamiliar people were used to the attention.

A small smile made its way onto my lips as I turned away from the spectacle, going to my locker and opening it. I was happy to see that no one had vandalized it yet, and especially glad that the attention of the student body was on the new students rather than me. Perhaps I could have a few peaceful days before the hype died down and they turned their sights back on me. 

Excitement lit a fire inside of me as I closed my locker and made a mad dash for my first class - Spanish.

About few hours later, I was making my way into the cafeteria, glad that the first few hours of the first day of school went smoothly. So far, the only thing on everyone's mind was the new students. No one had bothered to so much as glance at me. It might have helped that at least one new student was in each of my classes. However, the first boy had yet to be. It wasn't like I cared about him all that much - I just wanted to get a better look at him. His unusual eyes hadn't failed to catch my attention, as silly as that sounds.

As I was waiting in line to pay for my lunch, I couldn't help but take notice as the new students entered the cafeteria, staying close together, as if they were scared to mix with the other students. It was unusual to see so many friends enter the same school at once in the middle of high school. In fact, I was pretty sure that it had never happened in the history of the universe.

A bit disgruntled, I turned back to pay for my lunch, trying to ignore the sounds of immature high school girls screaming. I was sure that they'd be fighting to get a picture with them or ask one of them out by now. 

Rolling my eyes, I finished paying for my food and walked over to a table in the corner, partially to observe the new students. I watched as they got their food, payed for it, and sat down right in the  middle of the cafeteria, where all of the popular people were. No one had a problem with it, and I wasn't surprised. Of course a group of such attractive people would become popular right away. Still, out of them all, I couldn't help but be most interested in the first boy that had entered the school. But, he was not in the cafeteria yet, so I decided to turn my attention to my food and eat it as quickly as possible. The new students may be a distraction but I didn't trust that the bullying would stop.

Just as I was about to finish my apple, I heard footsteps approach me and a silence fall over the cafeteria. Looking up in confusion, I found myself staring straight into the eyes of the very person I never expected to be so close to. It was the boy from earlier.

The boy was smiling warmly at me, and for a second, I thought that maybe there was someone behind me that he was smiling at. Taking a quick peek behind me, I discovered that there wasn't and turned back to the guy in front of me.

"Um....." I said, unable to form a coherent sentence. His eyes had me captivated, and unable to look away.

He held out his hand for me to shake and said rather brightly, "I'm Aren Jenson. You must be Brave. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."

My eyes widened and I stared stupidly at his hand, suddenly forgetting my manners.

"Uh....." 

Aren rolled his eyes in a goofy manner and grabbed my hand, shaking it. "Well, it was nice meeting you, and I wish I could stay longer, but that food over there is calling my name. See you later!"

With that, he was gone, and I was left with wide eyes, a wide open mouth, and my hand still in the air from shaking his hand - or rather, him shaking my hand.

Had he just come to meet me with no other motive? 

A better question might be - how did he know me?

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Hey~ So, after much thought.....and a ton of time, I've decided to restart "Brave". I kept the first chapter and saved it as the second chapter this time. I also wrote a new first chapter - which is what you just read.

I hope you've enjoyed "Brave" so far, and I look forward to your thoughts on it.

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