Post by shugocharaamu on Feb 28, 2009 19:30:19 GMT -5
The True Author's Story by ShugoCharaAmu
A/N: I am aware that my Prologue does not seem Avatar: The Last Airbender related at all. I apologize, but every story must have a beginning. I am simply not going to just dive into the plot line in the first part of my story! It would be much to rushed and the exact opposite of my style of writing. So if you are patient, the relations to Avatar: The Last Airbender, will kick in soon.
I have worked dreadfully hard on this for some time now. Enjoy the story. R&R. No flames.
And yes, I do sound much older than I really am.
Prologue
She flung her gray hood over her head. It covered those gorgeous deep ocean blue eyes she’d gotten from her mother. Rain battered the streets. She hated the rain. She hated the way it dripped; tiny fingers sending icy cold jabs into her sweatshirt. The rain could make any one, any thing seem as if it were limp less and without meaning.
Normally, she loved the rain; it usefully drowned bad feeling and let new joyful ones swell in. Not today. Today, Katrina hated everything. She hated Scott for leaving her to walk home alone in this storm. She hated her Dad for never being home. She almost hated her mother for leaving her when she was so young. She hated the way her life was and how it will stay. She hated it.
A flash of lightning lit the sky; the sky that ‘should’ have been blue and filled to the brim with sunlight, but wasn’t. The day that was full of rain and sorrow; the day that ‘should’ have been everything Katrina could ask for, but wasn’t. Despite her hood covering the brunette’s hair, she could feel it fluttering in the heavy afternoon winds. It crept into Katrina’s sweatshirt and left a chill down her spine.
Above everything, above everyone, she hated Zach; for reasons unknown, even to herself. Almost as if it were meant to be; enemies forever with that haunting memory of a friendship filling the back of their minds. A slender tear fought it’s way out of the corner of Katrina’s eye. Tears are something she rarely sheds.
Katrina hated Zach, more than anything.
Green eyes gazed out the window; green eyes that at a time, couldn’t see. Eyes filled with longing, curiosity and so much more than what the were ever given.
“Tiff.” she said her name aloud, just to hear the way it sounded. T for Tickles, I for Ickles, F for Funnies, and another F for Mommy. She could just hear her mother speak those words, making Mommy sound more like ‘Muhmie’. When Tiff was little, her mom always used to cheer it to her because it made her smile.
The rain continued it’s endless march through the city. Black hair hid her face;Tiff liked it that way. It let her see the world without the world seeing her. She liked the way that when it rained the sky became gray and dull; gray was a pretty color. At least, she thought so. Tap Tap, went the maid’s shined shoes down the marble floored hall.
“Ms. Tiffany, your tea.” she said, entering the room with a try of crumpets and tea. This mistress was tall and well built; she had skin as fair as snow and eyes as brown as chocolate. Tiff nodded to say thanks. Green tea, same as always. In Tiff’s mind, tea was just a way to keep your hands busy. Just as crumpets were something to sink your teeth in; excuses for not taking part in a conversation.
In her world, there were no friends, no school mates, no parties; none of it. She was concealed from a normal life; her parents’ idea.
There are disadvantages in being brought up by a rich family, this is one of them.
“Andrew get in here!” called Gary pulling up by the curb; Andrew (for once) wished it wasn’t Gary beckoning for him to enter the silver hybrid. He wished it was someone else; his parents. Andrew didn’t know his parents; never has and probably never will. In Arizona, where the boy was raised, a tragic accident arose. His parents didn’t make it. Gray, a family friend, had been raising him ever since.
He counted the storm; it sounds more challenging than it really is. A flash of lightning tore through the sky, “one, two,” he whispered before the thunder roared. Like great lions of Africa, stuck in the sky, pleading for their freedom. The boy quivered slightly. Storms were never this brutal back home, he though. Gary glanced back at Andrew and gave him a smile with a side of sympathy.
“You’ll get used to it.” he said softly; trying to comfort the boy as best he could. A move from Arizona all the way up to Maine can be a difficult; no matter who you are. So many cherished memories and friends left to be swallowed by the distance and time.
His black hair pricked up from the cold. Andrew never knew that it could rain so much; ‘You’ll get used to it . . . ‘ Gary’s words rang through his head. His gray eyes gazed out the window. This was home; he had to except that.
Andrew believed that things happen for a reason. Coincidence are no exception. He wondered if this was one of those times where fate was going against him.
He was right.
“Zach!” screamed Alex as she entered the kitchen. Her slender fingers slid across the counter top and into the loaf of bread. She grabbed a piece and ate it dry. Alex was the type of girl who had to be the leader; never the follower or observer. She had been waiting almost two hours for him to come home; not that she cared what Zach did.
The dish wasn’t working right, no internet access; there isn’t much a 14 year old girl can do about that. Without haste Alex threw on her purple jacket and dogged the falling rain; looking for Zach of course. If he was lost, she could find him. Alex wasn’t exactly the ideal sister, but she at least cared enough to make sure her brother got home before dark.
A shiny hybrid speed by; kicking up rain water into the air. Alex’s right side was soaked. The plane purple jacket, which had out grown her a while ago; clung to her. Alex shook herself off and fought the urge to run back into the house.
“Rotten day,” she hissed. It was a rotten day; dull gray skies left her in the dumps. A breeze began to pick up; sending shivers down her spine. Alex’s short black hair beat against her cheeks. As if being soaked wasn’t bad enough, now there was the cold to take account for.
Turning the corner on Willows, Alex saw the school, Clark Lewis High School. It was the only public High School in Franklin. The rest were schools for the rich and well educated.
Money wasn’t something Alex, or her family had much of.
Many people; depressed, hurt, lonely and lost in their own lives. Unaware of the other, and un caring. Never thinking, Could it be that I’m not the only one feeling this pain? Never looking for an explanation ar a way out, just living it. Things were that way. Did they stay that way? Or did the rain simply protest it’s way through Franklin Maine on that cold October day.
Rated K - T (PG) for some gore, romances and comprehension level.
A/N: I am aware that my Prologue does not seem Avatar: The Last Airbender related at all. I apologize, but every story must have a beginning. I am simply not going to just dive into the plot line in the first part of my story! It would be much to rushed and the exact opposite of my style of writing. So if you are patient, the relations to Avatar: The Last Airbender, will kick in soon.
I have worked dreadfully hard on this for some time now. Enjoy the story. R&R. No flames.
And yes, I do sound much older than I really am.
Rain, Rain
Don't come again . . .
. . . I hope you will not go unpunished
For your wayward behavior
And deluge unimaginable
- Aryaman Naik (Rain, Rain)
Don't come again . . .
. . . I hope you will not go unpunished
For your wayward behavior
And deluge unimaginable
- Aryaman Naik (Rain, Rain)
Prologue
She flung her gray hood over her head. It covered those gorgeous deep ocean blue eyes she’d gotten from her mother. Rain battered the streets. She hated the rain. She hated the way it dripped; tiny fingers sending icy cold jabs into her sweatshirt. The rain could make any one, any thing seem as if it were limp less and without meaning.
Normally, she loved the rain; it usefully drowned bad feeling and let new joyful ones swell in. Not today. Today, Katrina hated everything. She hated Scott for leaving her to walk home alone in this storm. She hated her Dad for never being home. She almost hated her mother for leaving her when she was so young. She hated the way her life was and how it will stay. She hated it.
A flash of lightning lit the sky; the sky that ‘should’ have been blue and filled to the brim with sunlight, but wasn’t. The day that was full of rain and sorrow; the day that ‘should’ have been everything Katrina could ask for, but wasn’t. Despite her hood covering the brunette’s hair, she could feel it fluttering in the heavy afternoon winds. It crept into Katrina’s sweatshirt and left a chill down her spine.
Above everything, above everyone, she hated Zach; for reasons unknown, even to herself. Almost as if it were meant to be; enemies forever with that haunting memory of a friendship filling the back of their minds. A slender tear fought it’s way out of the corner of Katrina’s eye. Tears are something she rarely sheds.
Katrina hated Zach, more than anything.
• • •
Green eyes gazed out the window; green eyes that at a time, couldn’t see. Eyes filled with longing, curiosity and so much more than what the were ever given.
“Tiff.” she said her name aloud, just to hear the way it sounded. T for Tickles, I for Ickles, F for Funnies, and another F for Mommy. She could just hear her mother speak those words, making Mommy sound more like ‘Muhmie’. When Tiff was little, her mom always used to cheer it to her because it made her smile.
The rain continued it’s endless march through the city. Black hair hid her face;Tiff liked it that way. It let her see the world without the world seeing her. She liked the way that when it rained the sky became gray and dull; gray was a pretty color. At least, she thought so. Tap Tap, went the maid’s shined shoes down the marble floored hall.
“Ms. Tiffany, your tea.” she said, entering the room with a try of crumpets and tea. This mistress was tall and well built; she had skin as fair as snow and eyes as brown as chocolate. Tiff nodded to say thanks. Green tea, same as always. In Tiff’s mind, tea was just a way to keep your hands busy. Just as crumpets were something to sink your teeth in; excuses for not taking part in a conversation.
In her world, there were no friends, no school mates, no parties; none of it. She was concealed from a normal life; her parents’ idea.
There are disadvantages in being brought up by a rich family, this is one of them.
• • •
“Andrew get in here!” called Gary pulling up by the curb; Andrew (for once) wished it wasn’t Gary beckoning for him to enter the silver hybrid. He wished it was someone else; his parents. Andrew didn’t know his parents; never has and probably never will. In Arizona, where the boy was raised, a tragic accident arose. His parents didn’t make it. Gray, a family friend, had been raising him ever since.
He counted the storm; it sounds more challenging than it really is. A flash of lightning tore through the sky, “one, two,” he whispered before the thunder roared. Like great lions of Africa, stuck in the sky, pleading for their freedom. The boy quivered slightly. Storms were never this brutal back home, he though. Gary glanced back at Andrew and gave him a smile with a side of sympathy.
“You’ll get used to it.” he said softly; trying to comfort the boy as best he could. A move from Arizona all the way up to Maine can be a difficult; no matter who you are. So many cherished memories and friends left to be swallowed by the distance and time.
His black hair pricked up from the cold. Andrew never knew that it could rain so much; ‘You’ll get used to it . . . ‘ Gary’s words rang through his head. His gray eyes gazed out the window. This was home; he had to except that.
Andrew believed that things happen for a reason. Coincidence are no exception. He wondered if this was one of those times where fate was going against him.
He was right.
• • •
“Zach!” screamed Alex as she entered the kitchen. Her slender fingers slid across the counter top and into the loaf of bread. She grabbed a piece and ate it dry. Alex was the type of girl who had to be the leader; never the follower or observer. She had been waiting almost two hours for him to come home; not that she cared what Zach did.
The dish wasn’t working right, no internet access; there isn’t much a 14 year old girl can do about that. Without haste Alex threw on her purple jacket and dogged the falling rain; looking for Zach of course. If he was lost, she could find him. Alex wasn’t exactly the ideal sister, but she at least cared enough to make sure her brother got home before dark.
A shiny hybrid speed by; kicking up rain water into the air. Alex’s right side was soaked. The plane purple jacket, which had out grown her a while ago; clung to her. Alex shook herself off and fought the urge to run back into the house.
“Rotten day,” she hissed. It was a rotten day; dull gray skies left her in the dumps. A breeze began to pick up; sending shivers down her spine. Alex’s short black hair beat against her cheeks. As if being soaked wasn’t bad enough, now there was the cold to take account for.
Turning the corner on Willows, Alex saw the school, Clark Lewis High School. It was the only public High School in Franklin. The rest were schools for the rich and well educated.
Money wasn’t something Alex, or her family had much of.
• • •
Many people; depressed, hurt, lonely and lost in their own lives. Unaware of the other, and un caring. Never thinking, Could it be that I’m not the only one feeling this pain? Never looking for an explanation ar a way out, just living it. Things were that way. Did they stay that way? Or did the rain simply protest it’s way through Franklin Maine on that cold October day.