♠ Juliet ♠
The bridge of my black-framed glasses slowly slid down my nose, and I pushed them upwards with my index finger. My shoulders collapsed in a resigned sigh; why was it that I had to suffer through such unnecessary and tedious things?
Mindless chatter filled the small classroom, surrounding me everywhere I turned. Bleach blonde, gum-chewing cheerleaders, testosterone-full, hormone-crazy jocks, self-entitled brats; every stereotype you could think of, all in this room. It made my head ache just thinking about it.
I sat alone in the front of the classroom, scanning the room absentmindedly with endlessly black eyes. A student sneered at me teasingly. These miserable fools always made fun of their intellectually superior counterparts. It was sad, really, although I held no pity for them.
I desperately wished I could leave this class, preferably to someplace quieter. The classroom's volume drastically decreased with the arrival of the balding teacher. As soon as he had reached his desk, a hastily crafted paper airplane flew through the air, aimed straight towards his forehead. When it's white tip hit the instructor in the forehead, the class burst into laughter. It was utter chaos.
Rubbing my temples irritably, I stood up abruptly and began making my way out of the class. These selfish morons didn't go to school to actually learn, it was so that their rich parents wouldn't have to babysit the brats. I normally did not care too much for the social cycle of things, but it was truly infuriating.
"Juliet, where do you think you're going?" A deep bass voice inquired from behind me. I did not even stop to speak, nor part my thin lips in an attempt to. My bifocals slid down once more, and this time I let them perch on the tip of my nose. It was easier to see this way.
Stalking down the hallways and navigating through corridors, I finally made it out of the stuffy two-story building. A brisk wind blew my shoulder-length neon green hair about, and I pulled up the collar of my double breasted flair jacket to protect me somewhat from the chill. A drizzle of rain began to pour, dark clouds above lightening their heavy load of water. My knee-high boots splashed a puddle of mud about as I began the long walk to my home.
I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye; dark-haired, pale, with a menacing aura. Turning my full attention on the person, I found it to be no longer there. My peripheral vision had failed me. That was certainly a first.
The shadowy shape had resurfaced a cold memory, one that sent chills down my spine... Despite the icy stings I felt from the downpour, the feeling in my gut had a more devastating affect on my body, and I collapsed to the ground. Convulsions racked my body. The experience was an abhorrence to my memory, one that I had been trying to forget for years.
The sky was an eerie black, no moon or stars peeking out from the inky curtain. Streetlights were beginning to flicker to life, casting elongated shadows about from their fluorescent bulbs. A petite girl hurried down a narrow street, dodging mail boxes and trash cans as she made her way home. Trembling from fear in the dark, the uncanny intuitive feeling that she was being followed made her heart pound in her chest. Surely someone would hear her scream in pain if the girl cried out, right? The figure came out of no where, blood seemingly dripping from it's sharp-toothed mouth. Black wings unfurled from its back, and the briefest thought popping into the child's mind. Demon. The winged person pounced on the girl, a thirst for blood evident in its cold, red eyes. Suddenly, a flash of bright and pure light flooded the girl's vision, and after that... Nothing.
Gasping, I regained voluntary consciousness, no longer plagued by the disturbing recollection. I did not believe in the supernatural, nor did I put faith in the unexplained. As real as the "dream" might have seemed, I refused to admit that demons and angels really did coexist in this planet. Reality was a harsh world; such fantasies were a waste of time.
Scoffing, I continued walking down the street. My composure was regained immediately, and I realized with a start that I was almost to my house. The quaint home was small in size, only two bedrooms and two bathrooms, but furnished lavishly with artifacts from around the globe. My parents were novelists and geologists, traveling the world and weaving far-fetched tales from their adventures. They had just returned from a trip to the far recesses of the Amazon, and were currently in bed, resting until their energy was restored enough to take off.
This was how I lived my life, in complete solitude. Not that I was complaining, loneliness was a blessing. Silently, I cracked the front door open after sliding a key into it. Stepping onto the hard-wood floors, I mentally admired the tapestries hung on the walls, depicting elaborate battles between ancient Egyptians. Pottery from Mexico were displayed on shelves, and statues from China were placed randomly about the living room.
I finally made my way to my parents' bedroom, peering inside to see their two sleeping figures. Although I did not harbor any feelings of adoration or admiration for the two, I respected them because they were the only reason I existed on this planet. And there would be no harm in waking them now.
"Mother? Father?" The call hung in the air for a moment, before drifting across the room and finally disappearing in the pounding silence of the dark. Fear seized my chest. I cautiously crossed the rugged carpeting towards their bed, where both authors slept peacefully. The steady rising and falling of their chests was reassuring.
I shook the bed, hoping to slowly awake them, but still, nothing happened. Figuring they were too tired to even care about their only daughter, I crept out of the room and turned to my own living area. A neutral color of beige coated the walls, with the occasional poster hung up crookedly, usually of a complicated math problem that I did not want to forget. Like I would.
A patterned rug lay on the mahogany floors, and on top of that in the far corner of the room was a queen size bed draped in green and white fabrics. A black desk was pushed up against the wall on the right side of the bedroom, and it was cluttered with miscellaneous papers, reports, and worksheets. It had an orderly messy feeling to it.
I collapsed onto my bed, laying in silence like that for a moment until I heard a faint rustling noise. Shooting straight up on the comforter, I narrowed my eyes and scrutinized my surroundings, daring something to appear. Which it did, moments later.
A girl dressed in neon shorts with black tights underneath, and irritatingly noisy jewelry stumbled into the room, seemingly appearing from out of nowhere. Moments later a man walked through the door, I assumed he was her companion because they shared a knowing glance and looked at me. The latter seemed to be in his early 20's, with long white hair tied back. Unlike the girl next to him, his jewelry was specifically ceremonial, and gave the white trench coat he was wearing a vintage-like feel.
The girl beside him was much younger, about my age more or less, with auburn hair and a quirky but charming smile. She was gazing at me with hazel eyes, but it was more of a baffled expression, not an analytical one.
"You're awake." Her statement was more of an accusation as she poked one slim finger at me.
I refrained from speaking, afraid that the comment coming out of my mouth would be too sharp for the innocent-looking girl. I was slightly curious as to where they had come from, but more than anything wanted them out of the room at the moment.
"You must come with us," the coat-clad man said, beckoning me forwards.
"And if I refuse?" I inquired defiantly.
"No, no, not an option!" the girl scolded me, as if she were talking to a child. I could feel my temper flaring. I would not tolerate such a tone from a girl who was obviously intellectually incapable of holding a decent conversation for a few moments.
"I will not accept such ridiculous commands, and if you expect me to go anywhere with you strangers who have just appeared unannounced and unexplained in my room, you are wrong."
The two glanced at each other, and the auburn-haired teen nodded almost imperceptibly. Suddenly, she charged at me, throwing me over her shoulder like a helpless rag doll. And everything went black.
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Juliet is too smart for me. @.@ Anyways, I hope you liked the post! ^^ Juliet got kidnapped, but later on she will say that she wants to join the angels side, voluntarily, this time! :))
