Fissure

Fissure (1)

Chapter One. 

MUM DROPPED ME AT THE GATES.

I was far too old to run to her and cry at how unfair this was, how unfair everything in this stupid little town was. There was no large shopping outlet, the largest store here was two floors---filled with stupid little antiques too. There was nothing interesting here, there was nothing nice, there was nothing stylish. 

I missed home instantly, even this crappy new home. Even the home that wasn’t really my home. It was one story, little clapboard house. It had rose pot-plants and someone had a unit out back. I missed it more and more with every step I took towards the beaten and bruised high school’s facade. 

As I stepped into the school, the first thing that hit me was the smell. Desperation tinted with Lust, it was never ending and brutal against my temporary heightened senses - they only got this good in a completely new place. It’s like my senses enhance for minutes to clear away the fog of a new and unreal situation, but they suck be. I caught the faint scene of skin, sweaty and clammy and the sickly sweet smell of blood-- like ripe fruit. 

Finding the office was easy, the smell of ink and the sound of computers led me directly into the little blue and white room, it was cosy and looked as if you could sit down, pull up a book and read for hours on end without disruptions. 

“May I help you?” the lady behind the desk asked, she was cute, I guess. She had short black hair and pretty, glittering blue eyes. I nodded and tried to maintain the cool composure, she smelt like roses and love. Snapping back into reality I nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m new,” I said, leaning slightly against the counter, “Dahlia Brown.” 

“Oh, OK. Your parents called before didn’t they? Nice to meet you Dahlia, I’m Mrs Fitch, I think I have your English class,” English with a lady who works behind the school office desk? She must’ve caught the confused look on my face because she chuckled lightly, “I’m filling in for the receptionist, here” She handed me two sheets, a simple time table print out and a map of the school, then without warning her hand thudded against my shoulder, and I stepped back. She smiled, I glanced down at the name tag she’d just attached to my jumper and nodded. 

“Welcome to Fissure.” 

*** 

Navigating the school turned out to be harder then expected, and with merely minutes left of homeroom to waste, I still couldn’t find my locker. I finally gave up and just sat in the courtyard, I stretched out my legs and just lay there, staring into the trees and sunlight filled their leaves.

“You look disappointed,” I jerked upright and inched backwards, before seeing the man leaning against the trees. Well, not a man, but a boy. He was my age, tall and darkly handsome. He wore a t-shirt and jeans, his hair was black and his eyes dark to match. He did have a small infinity tattoo between his fingers, “Fissure not what you expected?” 

I seriously couldn’t speak. Right now, the most good looking guy walks right in front of me and starts talking, to me. Hell, I could scream. I could hug him, or something. I don’t know, how do normal people act in these situations! 

“Hi,” brilliant Dahlia, now he’s going to think you’re retarded. 

“Hi,” He returned, sitting on the ground in front of me, “I’m Dale.” 

Dale, Dale, Dale.... You incredibly attractive creature you. Do you own a phone? May I surrender myself to you right now? 

“Dahlia.” 

He leaned forwards and nodded twice, it looked like he was contemplating saying something. He opened his mouth, shut it again and then leaned back with a sigh.