Sting Sterling meets Titania Tornatower, a mysterious and hard shelled young woman who keeps more secrets than the average person. Challenged by his friends to get closer to her, he feels as though he has made a grave mistake. As he gets to know who...
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Forcing himself to stay awake for the past few hours was a bad idea, he knew it very well that it was, but did he listen to his brain scolding him? No.
Rubbing his eyes, he realized that it was now five o'clock, cursing under his breath out of exhaustion, and how much his bulging bloodshot eyes ached. Rolling himself to the left side of his bed he flips his puffy pillow to the other side so his head was greeted by a nice cool side.
A part of him wished that he wasn't accepted into this esteemed academy—Avatar Academy, he just happened to get in through pure luck and chance, he believed.
His mother loved to tell him otherwise, the memory of her taking him to his favorite restaurant and getting him the biggest ice cream sundae he has ever seen still stained his brain. She would always let every other family member and friend know that her son was accepted.
Kids from his old elementary school would give him confused glances or harsh glares, he knew what they thought in their twisted minds, and frankly he didn't care.
Pulling off pranks and being a big jokester, Sting knew at Avatar Academy he couldn't pull off anymore pranks, let alone be a jokester.
No doubt, he'd be kicked out of the school in a heartbeat, and his mom would be so disappointed with him.
That was the last thing he wanted to do, especially since he didn't have many accomplishments besides getting into the academy, and to have to see his mother in such a heartbroken state would tear him apart, and make him feel lower than he already felt.
After ten minutes, he finally forced himself up out of bed; he wondered how many times he'd have to defy the gravity that pulled him down his bed.
Rubbing his weary eyes, he sat up, he was already a week into the school year, but it felt like a decade to him.
"Sting, how many times are you going to fall back asleep?" The ebony haired teenage boy laughs to himself in amusement, combing the water droplets out of his hair. He was fresh out of the shower, and wide awake for today.
"You know I hate mornings, Harvey." The sun baked haired boy mumbles, running a hand through his messy hair.
"I know, I know. It's just funny, now that we're roomies, I get to witness the Sleeping Beauty in the flesh and glory." Harvey comments, his icy blue eyes flicker to the window, the sky still a dark deep blue.
"Haha, very funny." The half asleep grouch approaches his closet from across the left side of his bed and fishes out his towel. "If you weren't my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Harvs, I wouldn't let you get away with that."
"Awww, Sting! Quit being stingy!" Harvey laughs, throwing himself on his bed, watching his friend enter the bathroom to start up a nice cold refreshing shower.
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This was the first time she had ever gone to school, and didn't know what to expect of it. Her father always believed that other priorities were far more important than social interaction and grades, her mother believed that social status and leaving your mark on the world was important.
