Dranias

Chapter 1

Dranias :-

By: Mizan Ahmad, 17

Its my first story here and pardon me if there's any mistakes on spelling and grammar. I hope you guys like it. Enjoy !

Chapter 1 :

I am an average teenager who's parents were always tied up with work. I had to move to different places with the longest duration of stay of 8 months. I tried my best not to get too attached to anyone because I knew for sure that it wouldn't bloom into anything special. My name is Amelia Sienna Dranias, a girl with golden tanned skin, gorgeous dark hair and eyes that are just mesmerizing, as my mum always describe of me when I’m down. Such a hassle for a name. Blame it all to my mum, she was the one who insisted on choosing such ridiculous name as it retains my Greek ancestry. Its not much to me anyways, people call me Anna.

I just moved to Chicago with my parents. I kinda hated being the new kid all the time but for sure people won't even notice that I'm gone. I was the ghost of the school, roaming around without being noticed by anyone, not that people knew me of course. The school bell rang and its time for me to introduce myself with such simple outfit, i could care less. Mr Parker announced the arrival of her Highness Amelia Dranias with her blue jeans and plain old black oversized t-shirt of hers. I did what I had to do and just sat down afterwards. I sat at the only empty seat available in the class, next to this guy who's always looking at his table scribbling something. Sketching I guess. A few dreadful periods afterwards, it was time for the typical American history lecture. I swear i could've dozed off right away.  Weird thing was, the guy next to me was still scribbling. His eyes could've bore a hole through the paper just by judging by the time he spent working on it. "Mr. Adams," the teacher announced, "it seems that you've been well tied up with whatever you're doing on that paper, care to share it with the whole class ?", that was so unnecessary. In a split of a second the teacher came up to him and took the paper he was scribbling with. "Interesting", murmured the old douchebag, "You have talent Mr. Adams, but please focus on the subject I'm teaching now and save it for art class.", he held his hands up to show the sketch to the whole class. It was wickedly beautiful, the drawing that is. Two mermaids swimming in form with a human body, dead I suspect. The guy just looked down on his table trying to not make any eye contact with the class.

After the recess bell rang, I went to the cafeteria to enjoy my meal alone as I've always been in my previous schools. I saw the guy who drew so beautifully sitting alone so pathetically in the corner part of the cafeteria; I went to sit with him. He didn’t even say hi or make any human contact with me when I sat in front of him.  I said hi.

"Hi", he said in low volume.

"I'm new here. My name is Amelia Sienna Dranias, I came from Ohio. Just call me Anna.” talking while eating is sort of my forte, I must say. Even if its unladylike.

"Oh. Uhm. I'm Michael, Michael Adams.", a moment of awkward silence after he stopped.

"So, Michael ?Ho-"

"Why are you even talking to me ?"

"Why ? Is it wrong to ? I don't see anything wron-", I stopped nibbling on my sandwich.

"People think I'm weird, I think you better go before I ruin your idea of a person that you think I am."