|Hardship, Battles, and Too Much Body glitter
Author: Heypeople PM
"I hate stereotypes, so I wear black? Im not goth. I dont talk a lot, im not quiet, i just dont like you. You wouldnt understand anyway"..."Stereotypes suck. Im almost positive that Im not two inches tall and living in a mushroom. But with the amount of body glitter some of the girls wear..i can see sparkly" Their hate may be the only thing they share, but opposites attract...Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,041 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-05-13 - Published: 04-02-12 - id: 3010138
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Hey, my name is Adrianne Zackarian. But call me Adrianne and I will kill you. Refer to me as Adrian. Ive lived most of my life believing that I was never going to get anywhere, ever. My dad left my mom and me when my little brother Joey was born. My mom now has a drug and alcohol addiction, and Joey has leukemia. So guess who has to work day and night to get enough money to get his medicine while my mother is out at some bar? It's a common night when she comes home drunk, or worse, doesn't come home at all. Then I'm left to reassure Joey and worry about her, to think about the possibility that this would be the day she didn't come home at all. Then I met Xavier. My life changed forever. I didn't just fall in love, I accepted a whole new future. This is my story.
My heart pounded deep in my chest. My breath came in quick gasps as I ran along the shields. My feet barley touching the ground. My heart pounded in my ears and my breath came in quick gasps, but I didn't slow down. I looked behind me, searching for the person who was pursuing me, who was almost certainly not far behind. I glanced to the right, carefully avoiding the border shields, afraid of the pain that would come if I accidentally touched them. I turned left, now headed in the direction the center of the camp, yet I was far from it. I crouched low, running faster, pushing myself to my limits. I slowly reached the speed that I was aiming for. I crouched even lower, bending my legs and leaping into the air. Everything had to be perfect. I reached adequate speed and height. A split second later I twisted in mid-air and unfolded my wings from my back. Hey, the names Xavier Canasa. I should explain, as you probably have no idea what the hell is going on. As you probably can tell, I'm not human, duh. I am a Faerie. Spelled F-A-E-R-I-E, not Fairy, F-A-I-R-Y. Fairies are girls. Confusing huh? The Farian language is like that. Girls and boys are as different as night and day. Nearly complete opposites. Not that boys matter anymore. Now, other creatures don't even know male Faeries exist. You have our gracious leader, Aiza, to thank for that. When she came to power around two hundred years ago, she decided to make girls dominant. They have all the privileges: to train properly, to fight, to leave the camp. I personally don't think that's fair. Us boy Faeries have just as many abilities as the girls. We even have more. For example, we boys are the only creatures that can read minds. Impressive huh? We are also better physically. We can fly, as we have wings sprouting from our backs. Feathered wings, we wouldn't be able to get off the ground if we had the butterfly crap that you human seem to think we do. Human stereotypes are so stupid. Two inches tall and sparkly! With all the body glitter some of the girls wear, I can see sparkly, but two inches? Seriously? I tilted upward and spiraled through the air. Unfolding my wings more to catch the air. I continued to fly before bursting out of the trees and flying out above a field. I slowed and landed gracefully. I stood, trying to catch my breath. Suddenly I heard a twig snap behind me. I turned around just as someone else stepped through the trees.