Ficathon Challenge No.20
So after chasing my muse all over the place, I found something to write and I think I can finish it in time, review and tell me what you think about it, k?
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Fairies wear boots
Prologue

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He was just standing there, taking out some books from his locker, his headphones on, wearing a worn out brown zip up with the hoodie on. His hair was kind of straight and kind of curly –it was a messy curly hair in conclusion- so it seemed like a little afro to say it in a way, it was dark brown and he never even tried to do something about the mess on his head; he always wears slim jeans with little rips here and there, and he has also been wearing the same black converse for two years now… they are really beat up.

I approached silently as always to my locker that was next to his, and he didn’t looked my way, of course I didn’t expected him to. He has this habit of ignoring people, and not because he is rude, he just doesn’t notice the existences of human beings around him, except maybe his friends and his well… girlfriend.

As soon as he tosses what he needs on his bag, he pushes his locker door closed and when he turns around his girlfriend is right in front of him. She extends her hand form him to take and he complies, with her free hand she flips her long black hair over her shoulder and I see her glaring at me.

Maybe I just imagined her glaring at me because she doesn’t even know me. I watch them both walk away and a sigh escapes my lips as I try to remember what’s next on my schedule, I try to clear my head from any thought of him, but I know it’s useless. I’ve had this crush on him for more than two years now, and well there’s nothing I can do about it.

Ethan Miller wasn’t exactly popular on this High school; he was just a way like any other, well not exactly like any other, or at least not to me. I met him in a really simple way his locker was next to mine, and as destiny has it, he always has the locker next to me or at least it has been this way for more than two years now.

I know, I should already have talked to him but I’m no a talkative girl, and well he’s not a social butterfly either, I don’t think he has even noticed that I have my locker is next to his. He’s also in two of my classes but it’s the same way he doesn’t even know that I exist.

I’m not going to cry about this, to be honest I’m kind of a faraway admirer, besides his girlfriend is well, I wouldn’t have a chance against her. She’s not extremely tall but she is taller than me, her hair goes a little up her waist and is a deep black, she is dressed always to perfection, but I can’t say that she is a slut because she dresses properly; she has this flawless smile, while I barely smile at all. I don’t like smiling.

My name is Allison Walker, age 17, I’m in the photograph and arts club, I’m not a social outcast, I am not good at math nor at trying to socialize with people, My hair is a soft brown color still virgin… the hair I mean, it has never been dyed, and well I am as well a virgin, take that bit of information as a bonus.

”What are you staring at?” I hear a voice saying behind me, Cadence one of my friends has this smirk plastered on her face and it is starting to irritate me.

“Nothin’” I mumble but I know she heard me.

“Tell me little Ally, what were you staring at?” She puts an arm around my shoulders and I simply glare at her.

“You know what the hell I was staring at, stop being annoying” I push her away and start walking.

“Someone is in a bad mood?” She asks as if I was a baby.

“Stop pushing it cadence”

“Stop pushing what?”

“Stop it”

“Stop what”

“You asked for this!!” I threw my messenger bag away and started chasing after her; she gave a girly scream –or squeal I still don’t know for sure- tossing off her backpack and started running away from me.

Some freshman stared at me as I pushed them away so I could catch Cadence more easily, a few girls from my art class sneered at me as they saw me run past them. I saw Cadence turning right into a corner and I followed after her.

I wish I hadn’t.

I really wish my temper wasn’t so bad, so I wouldn’t have started chasing after her, and so I wouldn’t have had to turn right into that corner.

Before I could react and stop, I was already on the floor on top of someone, we didn’t fall face to face, he was way taller than me –the situation if you ask me was more of face to chest thing – when my body finally decided to listen to my brain, I pushed myself away from him, and the first thing I noticed was the brown zip up with a hoodie.

Now if you have good memory –actually it hasn’t been that long since I mentioned this, but sometimes people have really bad memory, like well, me – you will remember that there’s this certain boy who exactly today was wearing that.

“Are you ok?” A sweet voice asked, it seemed genuinely concerned of course it wasn’t directed to me, it was a girly voice.

When I looked to see who had spoken, I saw her. When I say her you have to understand that I’m talking about Jennifer Dawn Williams, a.k.a. his girlfriend or the girl who right now was glaring daggers at me. And when I say his girlfriend, I’m talking about Ethan miller –the boy before mentioned – a.k.a. The one I’m on top of right now.

When I found the courage –or stupidity- in me to look at him, there wasn’t a hint of annoyance on his face, also there was not a hint of happiness, his face was… blank. He just kept staring at me and I felt my face go red.

“S-sorry” I stood up and offered him a hand to help him up too, he brushed me off, and I think I heard him say “’s ok”

A laugh caught my attention, and I saw Cadence laughing at me, and right then I knew this hadn’t been and innocent accident. She knew what I was thinking and started running away from me once again.

“Wait till I catch you!!” Forgetting all about the couple behind me, I started running after her. Guess I never learn.

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“I hate you!”

“No you don’t”

“Right now I think that… umm… YES!” I pretended to think the answer for a few seconds.

“Oh stop it ally, you’re hilarious” She gave a fake laugh in response.

“What about me? I was the one who had to carry your bags around until now that I found you!” Amy, a girl who was a bit shorter than me, with jet black hair and bright green eyes –Cadence called them booger eyes- threw both of our bags to us, I barely caught mine on time, while Cadence’s one hit her on the face.

“You’re mean Amy!”

“And you are not the brightest crayon on the box, but now is not the time to start telling the truth about each other”

Cadence stuck her tongue out to her.

“Really mature both of you” I took my seat on our usual lunch table, and they followed me, one on my right and one on my left.

“Still it wasn’t funny you know…” This time I was serious, I’m not exactly the most well liked person in our school, and sometimes people know of my short temper so they stay away from me, now on top of that I have to add that I tackle boys to the ground.

“Sorry” I heard Cadence say, this time she meant it.

She wasn’t a stupid girl or a bad friend, she’s actually very smart, most of the time she’s on the top three students, but she likes to act childish at times, and I can’t say that it isn’t fun. Maybe that’s why I like her, sometimes I take life too seriously and she always lightens any situation. Her skin is a soft chocolate color, and her hair is a dark brown color that goes bellow her shoulders, her eyes seem to be black, but we all know that that is not possible, so I guess they’re a really dark brown too.

“But –she continued- I just thought you needed a little help, you know, to start talking to him”

I was playing with the food on my tray, pushing some peas back and forwards with my plastic fork.

“She’s right” I heard Amy say as she was drinking her soda from a straw-she likes straws; she is kind of obsessed with them, sometimes I think that she carries around a few spare straws because whatever she drinks and wherever we are, she always has a straw to put on the drink.

“Why don’t you just talk to him? It’s our senior year Ally, you have nothing to loose”

“And tell him what? That my love for him burns like the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns, I can't tell him that!!” That sent us all in a fit of laughter, the mood lightening up.

They knew me; they knew I wasn’t going to talk to him. I’m too shy for my own good and like they said this is my senior year, so after this I won’t ever see him again, besides he has a girlfriend, and he didn’t noticed me at all until today that I tackled him, of course running around the school like a nine year old tells you a lot about my common sense or lack of it to be more precise.

I watched the streets, and a seemingly about to breakdown in rain sky, as I was on the bus on my way home. I kept thinking all of these things on my head and I truly doubted that after the incident something in him would change and he would start talking to me, although I was sure that the glaring coming from Jennifer would increase.

I remembered the whole incident once again, and I felt a little blush on my cheeks –that’s one of the many downsides of having pale skin, when you blush, there’s no way in hell you can deny it- but it was like having a flashback and stopping in certain parts, on certain details that you had completely forgotten about.

His eyes.

To be honest, I had never noticed his eyes, probably because I being the short little girl that I am could never be face to face with him, and until now I realized his eyes were chocolate brown. Even thought he was staring blankly at me, they seemed so kind, so sweet…

Sorry I’m of in la-la-land right now, ugh sometimes I really hate being this pathetic girl with this stupid crush on this guy who never looks my way and I find myself living in my petty little drama. Sometimes I don’t like myself at all.

No wonder he doesn’t likes me too.

With that last thought on my mind, I get off the bus and start walking down the street towards my house.

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She got off the bus with this faraway expression on her hazel eyes; she always sits on the front, close to the doors and next to a window. She’s a petite girl, not curvaceous –to say it in a decent way - or too skinny to look like she’s twelve years old.

Today she had a white with thin purple stripes zip-up fitted hoodie, some washed out jeans and blue vans. Her hair was let down, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of shiny hair you see in commercials, it was just a soft brown color and well, it was nothing special.

It started as a coincidence I don’t think that she ever noticed that we most of the times get on the same bus to go home, I lived a few blocks away from where she gets down.

Today was the first day we exchanged words, however I think the moment would have been less awkward if Jen hadn’t been trying to put a hole through her head with the way she was staring at her.

It’s not like I like Allison Walker, she only intrigues me, she has been in the locker next to mine for quite a long time now, and she has never said a word or even tried to look at me, her locker is full of drawings –that I guess she made- and has written stuff inside with black marker. She always wears black eyeliner and has two weird friends that are getting on her nerves most of the times –besides she is the most short-tempered girl I’ve ever met.

That is all I know about her, she goes to two of my classes but while I always sat on the back she always sits at the front next to the door –I think she is claustrophobic because she always has to be close to an exit- it’s not like she pays attention to the classes, because she’s always doing something else on a black notebook.

Today wasn’t the first time I noticed her eyes, to be honest that was the first thing I saw in saw in her, however today I once again remembered how deep they seem to be. Her face was red from embarrassment, and I couldn’t say anything to make her feel alright, my mouth barely said “’s ok” and after that her focus went back to chasing after Cadence Martin –I know her from elementary school- my eyes followed her until I felt Jen’s hand holding mine.

“Let’s go” She said, and smiled at me.

Sometimes I felt there was something out of place when I was with Jen, we’ve been dating for almost six months now, and still I don’t get her, and she doesn’t get me. That doesn’t mean that I don’t love her, coz I do –or at least it think I do.

The bus stops and I get off to walk to my house, getting sick of thinking too much, I turn up the volume of my nano, and let the music of Black Sabbath stop me from thinking and I just lip-sync to the song –throw a little air guitar here and there too please.