Dear You Chronicles

Chapter One - Desiree

It was almost time. A minute could go by and I would be officially late on my first day of school, I mean normal school. I gathered all the courage I had, which was not so much, and walked right in room 404 - my home room. The bell rung just as I stepped in.

"Yes, how may I help you?" A voice inquired from behind the room. I looked to where the voice was coming from and saw a middle aged lady in black.

"I ugh ... I'm supposed to be in this um uhh homeroom." I answered half intimidated of how well she carries herself and the other half scared. Not scared of her but scared of all the other people inside. I haven't noticed that the class room was filled with students and now all twenty pairs of eyes were on me.

The teacher, I presume, walked towards me. She walked so graceful that it deserved a background music. My brain just out of the blue played Walks Like Rihanna by The Wanted. Oh well, not a good time for this.

While I was having a mental conversation, I didn't notice the teacher got really close to me.

"May I see your schedule?" She kindly asked. The whole class decided it was none of their business so they started dealing with their cellphones.

I handed her the time table that Principal Johnsen's secretary gave me. She looked at it and read it. Her eyes started to squint then she looked at me.

"Beatrix, I believe there's an error here."

"E-error?"

"Yes, Beatrix. Room 404 not found." She said with a really straight serious face. And just like that, I started laughing my lungs out. All eyes were on me, for the second time in a few minutes. "It's a good thing you got the joke. I was scared I would be explaining," she paused and looked over her back. "Go and find yourself a seat."

I smiled and stood awkwardly still beside the door frame. I looked over the room, in search for a vacant chair. There were two vacant chairs: one on the very front and another one in the back, secluded and near the window. I made my choice. I walked to the very back corner of the room while eyes on the floor.

The class went by really quick. A few rules to remember, not as many as mom's. So no shorts, no plunging neckline, no skimpy tight clothes, no wearing of hats, yada yada yada. Like I'm gonna parade myself wearing those.

I walked to my next class slowly. I'm really late anyways. Why bother going there quickly? Hmm what should I eat for lunch? Do they serve french fries?  Am I allowed to eat out? Huh Miss Nice Walker, I definitely forgot her name, said something about that. I wish I listened. French fries or McSpicy? If I get the McSpicy it'll be *oomf*.

"Uhm, I'm really sorry. I wasn't looking." I said while composing myself, eyes still locked on the ground. The sound of laughter started to fill the empty hall. How is this funny?

"Hey, watch where you're going," a voice said after the laughter died down.

"I ... I said I was so-so-sorry." I stuttered. Oh no! I'm getting in trouble because I was thinking about food again.

"No miss, I mean you should really watch where you're going," he paused for a while to chuckle and continued.  "You just bumped into a wall and you apologized to it. Keep your eyes where you're going and not on the ground. That's how normal people walk."

I slowly looked up to find out that he was right. I did hit a wall, more like a concrete post in the middle of the hallway. Who designed these things? I looked behind me and saw the blondest hair I ever saw. It was as blonde as Viserys' hair. He stood tall at probably 6'4", eyes too blue to be true, and skin so pale like it was never kissed by the sun.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't realize that. I'm ugh... I'm actually still training to be a human," woah! Where did that sass come from? Still a little stutter but damn Trix, you're on fire.

He laughed again, like everything that comes out of my mouth is a joke. "I'm Ryder Truman and you are?"

"New, obviously."

"Sassy too," he teased.

"Uhh. I have to go look for my ... my room uhh next class," I answered. The confidence has clearly drained.

I turn towards the south wing and started to walk slowly.

"Hey! What's your next class?" He asked while catching up to me.

"AP English," I answered in a soft slow voice.

"That's perfect! I'm in the same class. We can just walk there together, Desiree."

"My name's not Desiree, it's Beatrix." I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I know. But the name Desiree means desire," he stopped walking and so did I. He faced me and said, "And I desire you."

Dear You,

Lame pick up lines can make you giddy.

A/N

The picture is of Viserys Targaryen from Game of Thrones. That's who Trix was comparing Ryder's hair from.

Anyway, was it a lame pick up line or what? Might as well use that one in real life. How's the story?