Once invincible

CH. 1

CHAPTER ONE: SHE'S A SILENTLY BURNING CARNIVAL.

'Cinder blocks of hope piled on foundations formed under fresh inhales of eternal truths.'

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"Oh my gosh, Kait, we've got to finish our stupid hero project. Mr. Gwuin will hit the roof if we don't, like, seriously." 

"Who cares about literature when there's word of a supersupersuper cute new transfer student? I hear he's rich as well.  The heir to some renowned museum that Mismi Gorg has taken interest in. Mismi Gorg!"

"Ugh, Kait, I wish I had your features right now. It's too bad you have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, Kait. You should really dump Derrik, because the new transfer student is winning girls by a landslide." 

Her name is Kaitlyn Tfeiffer, and she's a silently burning carnival. She's the exhilaration of roller coasters that spark from broken wires. Reckless, unpredictable, wild. 

Invincible.

And she's untouchable, with her wind blown tresses of golden silk that engulf her small frame, cascading down her back like a rivulet. Her eyes like liquid caramel, oozing sugar and breathlessness, with tones and flecks of amber that dance in the sunlight. And although her legs are matchsticks and her collarbones are sharp like knives, her enticing personality makes up for it. 

So she adjusts her sweater so her protruding shoulder blades don't show and pulls her head to the side, before gracing her friends with a laugh.

"You guys know that I love you all for your advice, but, I can't dump Derrik! Not in my entire lifetime would I ever dump Derrik," she smiles before pulling her hands to her scarlet smeared cheeks, throwing her head back and sighs, as if she's swooning. "I think that he's the one."

Marie, the lovely and fragile blond who only lives for parties and alcohol, rolls her eyes, before careening towards another imitation of her best friend. 

"I think that he's the one," she mimics in an obnoxiously exaggerated high pitched voice, laughing along with the rest of the group as she gets swatted on the arm by her childhood best friend. "You know I love Derrik too, but he's not exactly longterm material. You've seen how he was before — and, speak of the devil..."

And the devil shall appear.

He's clad in an open football letterman jacket and loose jeans, and soon he's adding her to his ensemble. 

"So, what are we talking about, ladies? Oh wait, I think I already know." He grins before shifting his posture to an obviously prideful one, although he doesn't bother moving his possessive hand from the small of her back. "Complimenting me again?" 

"Actually, we weren't." A provoking redhead that goes by the name of Jade intones casually, pushing her untouched lunch away and reaches over to trade her junk food filled tray with his organic one. It's a tradition between them. "It's all about the new transfer student now, didn't you know?"

Derrik laughs, as if he doesn't care, but Kaitlyn can feel his arm tightening around her small waist. 

"You mean the wimpy new kid? Briar Citron?" He snorts. "They say he can't play football for his life."

"And obviously football is your life," Marie snickers, her attention back to the two lovers now that she's bored with the three cheerleaders that had came over to talk to her about the new routine. "God, Derrik. I thought you knew that I hate jocks, ever since we were children. I don't even understand what's so important about football."