Black Wing
Preface
I wasn’t very sure how this would turn out. And I was scared like heck.
My guardian would fall, sooner or later, and the murderer would come forward to end my life, just like he was ordered to.
And I had no idea what to do, or how my guardian and I would get out of this. I was worried for my guard-she was tired and worn out, and she knew there was no way to get out without fighting.
The killer pounced forward, and my guardian attacked with her last bits of strength.
Chapter 1
I knew what to expect at school.
Everyone would greet me as usual, “Hey there Alex!” or from a teacher, “Good morning, Alexandra.” Normal school, normal day. Another slaughter in first period Gym, and then another round of dying in dull old, Math. Afterward, there would be the usual classes..
I was a normal, average sized teenager. I had Asian black hair, and I was very intelligent (compared to those around me). I wore Hollister and Abercrombie clothes, and I had dark brown eyes. I also had rectangular black glasses, but I used those occasionally. I was extremely athletic, and my teachers recommended that I skip 10th to 11th. I was usually envied by most people, because I seemed like the “coolest” in the 10th grade. Everyone would always surround me to my classes, asking me questions for their own homework. I would answer patiently. This happened every day.
That however, was going to change.
I had just come out of the locker room, fully changed in my Athletic uniform, ready to take on whatever the coach threw at my classmates and I, when I saw her. I would later recount this at how my life changed so dramatically..
She was slightly shorter than average, but she had the appearance of someone that often alone. Her body was slightly muscular, and her black hair and pure black eyes portrayed that she was a dark person. A dark blue pair of rectangular glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. She was leaning against the wall of the gym, and staring at the wooden floor. Her eyes stared straight into it, as though she wanted to burn a hole in the floor. She had her arms crossed in front of her, and she looked...well, there was no other word for the way she looked, but she looked..cool.
I didn’t have anymore time to look at the new kid, when the coach blew her whistle and we all hustled outside onto the track. Everyone looked wary-they were scared of what the coach had cooked up for them today.
“Okay, today, you all will run the two mile. We have a competition next week, and we need to know who our fastest runners are. NOW GET OUT THERE AND RUN!”
There was a slight scramble to organize the mob of people, and until that was over, none of us would be running far without tripping over someone’s foot.
One person finally shot out of the cluster-and it was the new kid. Her legs flew gracefully out from beneath her, and, holy cheese, she was fast. She had finished half a lap before everyone else had even gotten a chance to untangle themselves from the mob. So far, I had been the fastest runner in the whole 7th grade, but now this new kid seemed like she was planning to take that role away from me. I gritted my teeth and launched myself after that thieving new kid. I would retain the role of being the fastest, and no one would stop me. C’mon, Alex, you’re the best girl there is for this, I thought to myself, no one is supposed the beat the almighty Alex Nguyen!
It took me 3 minutes to even get close to the new kid. And it was difficult to catch up to her. She sped up whenever I sped up-it was like I was trying to catch a gazelle-and gazelle was a very fitting word for the new kid. She moved smoothly, like she was flying! She didn’t look tired at all. Just..happy. Like she enjoyed all this running. You’d have to be crazy to love running, with this berserk coach running you to the limit of your endurance.
I took advantage of the time after we had run our exhausting two mile.
“Hey, new kid. How’d you get here? And what’s your name?” I was still slightly annoyed that the new kid had beaten me at the two mile.
The girl looked at me with such a look that I almost stepped back in shock. Her eyes-I hadn’t observed closely enough before-were pitch black. Just plain dark and black. And they were like a deep ocean, that was full of ice and nothing. Her body suddenly stiffened when I asked her the new kid question-like she thought I was going to punch her or something. Her answer was formal.
“My parents had me homeschooled. They finally wanted me to come to public school. My name is Marissa.”
My god, her voice was so...fluent, or smooth, or something really nice and..pure. It was so opposite to her outlook-all dark and stormy. She walked away, and I saw her arms relax a little. Like she was happy I wasn’t in her line of vision anymore.
I went back to the locker room to think it over. Ok, the new kid-I mean, Marissa- wanted to avoid me or something. I was always a quick learner on people’s emotions-I could tell Marissa didn’t want to be near me. And I knew for one, that she probably hated me-for something I wasn’t very sure I did.
I’ll just give her the opposite of what she wants.
I’ll just bug her until she tells me why she wants to avoid me. Or something.
And I usually got what I wanted.
And Ta DA! That's the first ever chapter of Black Wing, the book I'm writing.
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