Dranias

So I wrote this story but its not that quite done. Pardon my grammar and what not. I hope you guys like it. 

Dranias :-

Chapter 1 :

I was an average teenager who's parents were always tied up with work. I had to move to different places with the longest duration of stay of 8 months. I tried my best not to get too attached to anyone because I knew for sure that it won't bloom into anything special. My name is Amelia Sienna Dranias, a girl with golden tanned skin, gorgeous dark hair and eyes that are just mesmerizing, as my mum always describe of me when I’m down. Such a hassle for a name. Blame it all on my mum, she was the one who insisted on choosing such ridiculous name as it retains my Greek ancestry. Its not much to me anyways, people call me Anna.

I just moved to Chicago with my parents. I kinda hated being the new kid all the time but for sure people won't even notice that I'm gone. I was the ghost of the school, roaming around without being noticed by anyone, not that people know me of course. The school bell rang and its time for me to introduce myself with such simple outfit, i could care less. Mr Parker announced the arrival of her Highness Amelia Dranias with her blue jeans and plain old black oversized t-shirt of hers. I did what I had to do and just sat down afterwards. I sat at the only empty seat available in the class, next to this guy who's always looking at his table scribbling something. Sketching I guess. A few dreadful periods afterwards, it was time for the typical American history lecture. I swear i could've dozed off right away.  Weird thing was, the guy next to me was still scribbling. His eyes could've bore a hole through the paper just by judging the time he spent working on it. "Mr. Adams," the teacher announced, "it seems that you've been well tied up with whatever you're doing on that paper, care to share it with the whole class ?", that was so unnecessary. In a split of a second the teacher came up to him and took the paper he was scribbling with. "Interesting", murmured the old douchebag, "You have talent Mr. Adams, but please focus on the subject I'm teaching now and save it for art class.", he held his hands up to show the sketch to the whole class. It was wickedly beautiful, the drawing that is. Two mermaids swimming in form with a human body, dead I suspect. The guy just looked down on his table trying to not make any eye contact with the class.

After the recess bell rang, I went to the cafeteria to enjoy my meal alone as I've always did in my previous schools. I saw the guy who drew so beautifully sitting alone so pathetically in the corner part of the cafeteria; I went to sit with him. He didn’t even say hi or make any human contact with me when I sat in front of him.  I said hi.

"Hi", he said in low volume.

"I'm new here. My name is Amelia Sienna Dranias, I came from Ohio. Just call me Anna.” talking while eating is sort of my forte, I must say. Even if its unladylike.

"Oh. Uhm. I'm Michael, Michael Adams.", a moment of awkward silence after he stopped.

"So, Michael ?Ho-"

"Why are you even talking to me ?"

"Why ? Is it wrong to ? I don't see anything wron-", I stopped nibbling on my sandwich.

"People think I'm weird, I think you better go before I ruin your idea of a person that you think I am."

I sighed, "Okay.... I think I should go now..."

The bell rang soon after i stood up.

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Mum picked me up quite early that day, I was trying to avoid any form of How Was Your First Day type of questions when I stepped into the glossy red Camry of hers. Guess what? I failed. I said it with a sigh, "It went normal as usual. Don't you have a meeting or something?" , hoping that she said no but of course its going to be a yes. How pathetic of me.

I was alone at home all day. Such a waste for a beautifully designed house with white tiles that covered the perimeter of the house when there’s barely anybody to make a mess in it. I stayed in my room which was kind of the only place I could do stuffs with privacy. Not that the house was full of people or anything but I'm used to locking myself in my own room because it pains me to see a house so big being so empty. The sun was sliding off from the sky and the moon came up to greet the people of Chicago. Just then I heard a sign of life in this house. I slammed the door and went down immediately to greet, of course, nobody else than my own father. Mum always came home late, made my dad sad sometimes. We had plain Chinese food my dad brought home and the weird thing was, I can't wait to go back to school to meet that insecure bastard.

Morning came to me like a breath of fresh air. I wore nothing but an oversized sweater with the logo NY in front (got this one two years ago when I moved to New York for 4 months) and this cute shorts I had since my 13^th birthday. I was not much of a fashionista but I'd fix myself up gradually. I arrived at school a couple minutes late and the teacher was already in front of the whole class when I arrived. I knocked and gave a silly excuse to why I was late. Mr Parker didn’t even bother. He was too busy checking the attendance with his Fresh Out of Bed Hair. I sat down and opened my bag to find a book and accidentally dropped my pencil box near Michael's feet. I was expecting him not to give me a hand on passing my pencil box and boy I was wrong. He seemed different today. His face was all glowing as if an angel threw some magic powder onto his face. I said thanks and I finally realized how cute he was. Oh boy am I in trouble now. Am I really crushing on this guy that made me go away afraid that he might creep me out ? Not so typical teenage romance storyline.

It was recess time and as I expected, the cute weird anti-social guy was sitting at his usual place (as if I know that’s his usual place). I went over and before he even opened his mouth to say a word, I cut in first.

"I'm here and I'm going to sit down and you can't make me go away"

"Fine, but still, why are you even talking to me?"

I couldn’t say "hey I suddenly find you attractive and I want to know more about you so maybe we might be the new star couple of the school."

Even if I was that dauntless girl people say I am, I will never be that desperate to a guy…. yet.

Instead I said, "Its because you're a very interesting person."

Lame, I know. I looked straight into his eyes to be more convincing.

Goodness gracious, how can someone's eyes be blue as the sky and glow like the stars. I was starstruck. Everything seemed to fade away and the sound of people gossiping disappeared. There were only the two of us at that moment.

"Hello ?", waving his hand in front of my face. "Anyone home ?"

It took me awhile to snap out of it.

I shrugged, "Oh.. Yeah ? Sorry i was thinking about something."

I'm a bad liar, I know.

He smiled. I blushed. I died.

"Its time to go, Anna. Mr Parker might blast out the whole class if we're late"

We hurried back to the class, he held my hands and guided me through the hallways which was crowded with people I barely know. Who cares, he’s holding my hand. For the first time in forever, a guy actually dared to hold me the way he did. His hands were warm. I wasn’t looking around and with a whip of someone trying to put his backpack on, I tripped. So much of the romantic moment that was happening. Mike offered me his hands and pulled me up.

"Are you okay ?", he put a strand of hair that was covering my face at the back of my ear. I was lucky. Blood was running up to my cheeks making it red like cherry blossom. I nodded. I tried to stand up but my ankle hurt so bad I swore it was the definition of torment. I gasped. He brought me to see the school's nurse and stayed there with me.

"You're sort of clumsy you know that ?", he sparked my heart with his charming smile.

"Trust me, I'm not but I don't know what came to me today.” well of course I know why. He giggled.

"You're different from what I first thought of you. I used to think that you were one of those gothic, all ignorant type of person but now that you lighten up a bit, I can see that you're one sweet guy."

He looked away to the window next to my bed, "Well, you're right about that. I don't really treat people as nice as I do to you. You made effort to talk to me so I don't want to be a douchebag by ignoring you". He sort of already did in the beginning where he pushed me away from a decent conversation during my first day. I just grinned. I never had a guy accompany me this long before. Its a nice feeling.

"Micha-"

"Please, just call me Mike."

"Mike? Did you take art classes before?"

"Never did."

I was blown away with the fact that he never did. He drew so beautifully , that, plus he didn’t even took any art classes. I took art before but the only decent drawing I made was a tree. Trust me, he's the real deal.

I was allowed to go back home early and so I did. Michael, pardon me, Mike gave me his phone number just in case I needed anything but I know that’s not what he intended to do. Based on psychological studies of teenage boys behaviour and from the basic knowledge of the famous Female Flirting Book, it was a sign that the guy might be interested in you. He drove me back home with his blue truck and as I expected, nobody was home. He was kind of shocked that I was living in a mansion. Not much of a mansion but it is larger than average. He walked me to the door and asked whether I needed anything else, I shook my head. I didn’t know what to do, how to thank him for helping me. He was about to leave and my thought was screaming "Kiss him! Kiss him!"

 I called his name and he turned to me, I gave him a peck on his cheek and said thank you. I went too fast I guess because he headed straight back to his truck and drove off. I can't believe I did that. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach thinking whether he was going to talk to me the day after.