Lucky Blue Smith

Chapter 1: Glimpse of life

Reader's note: i wrote this quite a while back. Thought i publish it to see what people think. Not the best i know. If you guys like it, i might continue.

As i take my very first step out of the restructured white plastered cemented building, i collapse to the pebbled ground shutting tight my eyelids in the process.

No immense agonising bolts of pain running through my skull.
No red warm liquid spilling.
No cracks, no bangs.
None of that.
Don't tell me that i have died?

As i slowly open my heavy eyelids to reveal my wood-like brownish with a hint of green inherited by my grandmother eyes to only witness an arm. Jesus?

Have i grown a third arm?
Did my two faced, slutty sister finally decided to implant a heart within herself and lend a hand. As i stare at the god like hands that grip around my shoulder to prevent me from falling head first into the concrete beneath me i start to hyperventilate realising who those hands belong too. Too good to be true.

I guess my sister didn't have that transplant, it's impossible anyways. Only one year difference, Her being the eldest. Sticking together when we were younger like a second skin and making promises to back each other up when getting in trouble by Stacy seemed like memories that weren't relevant and more like trash to her.

Nice to know your own blood has your back in situations like this honestly makes me so relieved to have a sister like Jessica.

Back to the present.

Right now i think the better option would have been the concrete then to fall into these pair of arms.

Shall i look up?
Release myself from the person's hold, turn around and make a run from it?
Think Mia, think.
What would mom do?
Probably kick the person in the balls then make a run for it.
If only i was mom.
But I'm not.

"I'm... um... sorry.." finally whispering the last word as it drags out of my mouth.
Man up, Mia.
Breathe.
Wow. If my stupid thoughts was a person, i would have murder him/she by now.

The devil me and the angel me vanish and re appear sarcastically giving me ideas making me become a real nut. Because of my two little advisers i have been walking around school seeming like a mad woman as i keep talking to myself. Agreeing then disagreeing with my thoughts.

Don't make the first move.
No, stupid, you fell into his arms so you make the first move.

Shut up, please.

I swear my mind needs to learn how to zip its mouth once in a while.

I steadily unchain myself from his arm so that we're an arms length apart still not making eye contact.

Rumour has it, that one who looks into his eyes will magically be captured by his soul and will never see light again.

Bullshit. Absolute bullshit.

Smith. Full name, Travis Smith.
Code name, Lucky blue. Why?
Two reasons, 'Lucky' because some say all he brings is luck obviously to himself not to others and 'Blue' well that's because of his eye colour, some people say that's an understatement and that blue is just a colour and his eyes are more than just blue.

As you can tell those 'some people' are the girls in my high school. Even some boys and TEACHERS! BLOODY TEACHERS, fangirl over him. I don't see the reason. He is a monster. Amongst those 'girls' is one particular creature. The leader of the gossip. Who else? None other than my heartless, cold, hoe-ass sister, Jessica.

She's mostly called 'Jess' or 'Jessy' but i like to call her 'devil's whisper' because all she does is influence others, makes them suffer but stays in the shadow so no one sees her true colours. Otherwise she's an angel to people's eyes.