My heart is pounding, beating against my chest. I can hardley breathe. Its all so scary, words dance around my head as I struggle to focus. But I can never focus on these things. And thats why I hate spelling test. I mean, why test a dyslexic? Is it just to prove that will never be like others? I dont know but I absolutely distain it. Finnaly, the bell went off. Who knew that I probably would have wished that I'd stayed in that day? Hey! DIEONYOUROWNEDEATH helped me out, and she gave me this story back saying that no one esle but I can write it the way I do, isnt that sweet? Check her and her sister xxInfinteDeathxx for other cool stories
Hi, my name is Rosetta, Rosetta Pickett. But my friends call Rose. I dont fit in at my school. I never really fit in. Especially with who my dad is. But that introduction is for later. I am 13 years old, I have this hair that if you walk by me you could easily think that its brown, but really its a deep red. Where I got it I dont know. My eyes are a stormy grey which is a real through off, considering that with the amount of time I spend outside, I now have a dark tan, you'd think I was born that way, that is unless you looked at my dad.
Today was the most unusual day ever. Today secrets started to unravel, and it started at school, second period. I was on my way to my science class, when I heard a crash outside. Apparently I wasnt the only one because everyone wipped there heads around and peered outside. Just intime to see a large man with a red cape and a big hammer slam into the ground...
"Do you even have a pulse?"
Nico suppressed a flinch. Ironically enough, his heart started beating faster. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I guess you haven't looked in a mirror recently."
His eyes narrowed at the blond, maybe after sneaking a glance at his ridiculously thin body in an even more ridiculous school uniform that hung off his bones.
"Well, that's none of your business and-" Nico panicked for a moment as he searched his wrist, then tried following the teacher's instructions, until he felt the gentle thrum of life underneath his finger. "There! I d-have one."
"Really?" Will grabbed his hand (okay, so it was less grabbing and more of a gentle grazing of his fingers against Nico's wrist) and oh.
His eyes blew wide, and his heart pounded in his ears. Why did I let him do that? What do I do with my hand now? Can he feel how fast my heart is going?
Future doctor Will Solace hummed, and gave his expert opinion, "checks out, I guess."
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Or an AU where modern day America is a lot more like rural India and Nico di Angelo has to deal with the threat posed by unconventional, annoying-and cute-blond, Will Solace, to the forged sanctity of his life.
Series: Of Heartbeats Lost and Found (1/2)
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