Midnite Raine
by midnite_raine_Sira
“….I love you”
My eyes opened as I was released from the familiar dream. All I wanted was to lie there in bed and let my dreams consume me once more, but I knew I needed to turn in some work and of course give Demetre, a friend of mine, a ride to school. The idiot has his own car, but while driving to my house one day, someone crashed into the tail end of his truck. He, of course was fine, but his truck was a whole other story. So I agreed on giving him a ride until he got his truck back. I don’t mind giving him a ride, really, but I do kind of mind getting up early. He tells me he can get another ride, but I owe him so much, so if giving him a ride can help him, then I’ll give him a ride. Groggily, I climbed out of bed and went to my CD player and skipped to “Forgotten” by Linkin Park. Once I got my music playing, I changed into faded jeans, a black spaghetti strap shirt, and a gray short sleeve button up shirt. After fighting with the tangled mess in my hair, I decided to leave it down. When I had at last finished the slow process of brushing my teeth, putting on make-up, and all the other minor things to get ready, I grabbed my car keys and school bag and headed out to the garage. I drove a beautiful black Aston Martian V12 Vanquish. My father had once driven a red V12, and after driving in it many times with him, I had slowly begun to fall in love with the model. The smell of the leather seats, the sound of old rock my father listened to, the feeling of air hitting my face when I rolled down the windows, everything about the car was perfect. After backing out of the garage and turning around in my large driveway, I drove around to the front of my home, which was connected to the road and set off to Demetre’s house. Demetre didn’t live too far away from my house, and had insisted many times on just walking over to my house, but the truth is, I’m addicted to driving my car, and don’t mind picking him up. I pulled up to Demetre’s house and honked the horn for him to come outside. He lived in what I called ‘The average American home’. Large green front yard, double drive way, one story house, along with a large back yard with a pool. The outside of the house could deceive anyone, making it seem small and insignificant, but once inside, you would think you just walked into a mansion. If you make a wrong turn you could easily get lost inside it, trust me. I began to grow impatient and honked my car horn again. This time he slowly walked out of the house. Demetre was about 6’1, blond spiky hair – he never styled it any other way – blue eyes. In a way we were both alike. We were born in the United States and around the age of four, moved to Japan. I transferred back to the states in my freshman year. It wasn’t until a year or so later that Demetre transferred in and we became friends.
“Hey, Sira, you’re not wearing you p.j’s today. Are you going to school, or did you just want to look pretty for me today,” he laughed as he climbed in.
“Oh shut up, would you,” I said as I headed towards the Highway.
“Oh be nice. You and I both know I haven’t seen you wear anything except your pajamas for about two weeks now.”
“Yeah I know” I yawned. “I’m just tired and really irritable. Getting up and going to school wasn’t exactly what I wanted to do today.”
“Why don’t you just stay home again?”
“I’d love to, but I have a project I need to turn into to Mrs. Goza.”
“I see. Well I got some news for you,” he said absent-mindly as he played with my radio.
“What’s the news?” He knew I couldn’t resist this kind of stuff.
“We have five new transfer students.”
“Five new students? Dang, what’s the deal on them?”
“I don’t have every little detail, but they live out in the green area of town. Father helps out at the hospital, but mostly works at one of the labs out west. I’m not really sure what their mother does though.” He stopped playing with the radio and looked out the window.
“So are they all related or adopted?”
“I’ve heard adopted, but there’s also a rumor that they share the same mother but have different dads.” He went back to playing with my radio.
“Well I’m sure we’ll get the rest of the dirt soon enough.” I said as I pulled up to a local coffee shop. After I grabbed mine and Demetre’s usual orders I got onto the back roads and headed to school. Our school was similar to the schools I went to back in Japan. We had school Monday to Friday all day, Saturday was a half day, and Sunday we had off.
Demetre had just settled on a Linkin park song when I pulled into school and cut the engine. We had a few minutes till bell time, so we went searching for our friend Rose.
Rose was my only friend other than Demetre in the states. She was 5’5, 5’6, pink and purple highlights in her black hair, dark brown eyes – Rose was an American born in Japan – her style wasn’t like anyone else’s in school. She was like a preppy, punk, skater, kind of girl. The majority of the girls at her old school back in Japan had apparently dressed like that.
“Yo, Rose.” I yelled when I saw her.
“Oh hey, Sira!” she yelled back and ran over to give me a hug. “How’ve you been? It’s seems live forever since I last saw you. Oh… wait, it has been forever.”
“Yeah, sorry about.”
“Oh don’t wor – “
“Well if it isn’t Miss. Sira.” Trevor exclaimed.
Trevor, gosh I hate this guy. He was around 6’1, blond hair, blue green eyes, and annoying as heck.
“Yes of course Trevor, it’s non-other than me, so you can stop crying at night from missing this gorgeous face of mine,” I said snidely.
“Why thank you for caring, Sira. Oh, by the way, if you wouldn’t mind, could you possibly give me back my clothes. You know, the ones you stole.”
“Oh those damn things. I burned them a long time ago. I just couldn’t stand having any amount of your scent in my house.” Everyone around me began to laugh. “Oh hey, you know what? I’ve got a great idea. Find some duck tape and tape up your damn mouth and leave me the hell alone.”
“Oh tisk tisk, such anger you have my dear,” He said with a bow. “I shall take my leave for now my dear. Until we meet again my love.” Then he stood up and walked away.
“Screw you.” I said as I turned back to Rose and Demetre.
“Man nice one, Sira.”
“You’re freaking awesome.”
“Ha, can’t wait to see next times fight, Sira.”
“You got some good ones. How do you do it?”
The comments went on and on as if we were all friends and they really cared about me, but we all knew the truth. I hate them; they hate me. We were no longer friend. They all, including me, wish I were dead.
I was in a bit of a daze when the bell rang. When I looked back up, Demetre and Rose were smiling and waving as they headed to first period English.
I ran down the hall and once I got to the end, went out the doors and crossed the court yard and headed towards the art building. Once I got inside the Art department, I stopped running and walked down the hall towards Mrs. Goza’s room. Ms. G was my favorite teacher; she never judged me and was always so kind and funny.
I got into the classroom when everyone began to give me the death stare. This no longer bothered me like it once did, so I just did what annoyed the heck out of them. I smiled, and waved to them.
Just by looking at the room you were able to tell it was an art room. The walls had green, orange, purple, pink, blue, red, and yellow strips with different colors splattered onto the wall. There were paintings of all sorts pinned to the wall and paint was stained onto almost every visible surface of the tile and desks.
Everything seemed to be normal in the class; weird but good music playing, kids drawing or painting while talking to their friends. Yet something, and I wasn’t sure what was off, different. Out of but in place at the same time. It took me several long seconds to notice what had changed. . .
There was now a god in the class.
My eyes opened as I was released from the familiar dream. All I wanted was to lie there in bed and let my dreams consume me once more, but I knew I needed to turn in some work and of course give Demetre, a friend of mine, a ride to school. The idiot has his own car, but while driving to my house one day, someone crashed into the tail end of his truck. He, of course was fine, but his truck was a whole other story. So I agreed on giving him a ride until he got his truck back. I don’t mind giving him a ride, really, but I do kind of mind getting up early. He tells me he can get another ride, but I owe him so much, so if giving him a ride can help him, then I’ll give him a ride. Groggily, I climbed out of bed and went to my CD player and skipped to “Forgotten” by Linkin Park. Once I got my music playing, I changed into faded jeans, a black spaghetti strap shirt, and a gray short sleeve button up shirt. After fighting with the tangled mess in my hair, I decided to leave it down. When I had at last finished the slow process of brushing my teeth, putting on make-up, and all the other minor things to get ready, I grabbed my car keys and school bag and headed out to the garage. I drove a beautiful black Aston Martian V12 Vanquish. My father had once driven a red V12, and after driving in it many times with him, I had slowly begun to fall in love with the model. The smell of the leather seats, the sound of old rock my father listened to, the feeling of air hitting my face when I rolled down the windows, everything about the car was perfect. After backing out of the garage and turning around in my large driveway, I drove around to the front of my home, which was connected to the road and set off to Demetre’s house. Demetre didn’t live too far away from my house, and had insisted many times on just walking over to my house, but the truth is, I’m addicted to driving my car, and don’t mind picking him up. I pulled up to Demetre’s house and honked the horn for him to come outside. He lived in what I called ‘The average American home’. Large green front yard, double drive way, one story house, along with a large back yard with a pool. The outside of the house could deceive anyone, making it seem small and insignificant, but once inside, you would think you just walked into a mansion. If you make a wrong turn you could easily get lost inside it, trust me. I began to grow impatient and honked my car horn again. This time he slowly walked out of the house. Demetre was about 6’1, blond spiky hair – he never styled it any other way – blue eyes. In a way we were both alike. We were born in the United States and around the age of four, moved to Japan. I transferred back to the states in my freshman year. It wasn’t until a year or so later that Demetre transferred in and we became friends.
“Hey, Sira, you’re not wearing you p.j’s today. Are you going to school, or did you just want to look pretty for me today,” he laughed as he climbed in.
“Oh shut up, would you,” I said as I headed towards the Highway.
“Oh be nice. You and I both know I haven’t seen you wear anything except your pajamas for about two weeks now.”
“Yeah I know” I yawned. “I’m just tired and really irritable. Getting up and going to school wasn’t exactly what I wanted to do today.”
“Why don’t you just stay home again?”
“I’d love to, but I have a project I need to turn into to Mrs. Goza.”
“I see. Well I got some news for you,” he said absent-mindly as he played with my radio.
“What’s the news?” He knew I couldn’t resist this kind of stuff.
“We have five new transfer students.”
“Five new students? Dang, what’s the deal on them?”
“I don’t have every little detail, but they live out in the green area of town. Father helps out at the hospital, but mostly works at one of the labs out west. I’m not really sure what their mother does though.” He stopped playing with the radio and looked out the window.
“So are they all related or adopted?”
“I’ve heard adopted, but there’s also a rumor that they share the same mother but have different dads.” He went back to playing with my radio.
“Well I’m sure we’ll get the rest of the dirt soon enough.” I said as I pulled up to a local coffee shop. After I grabbed mine and Demetre’s usual orders I got onto the back roads and headed to school. Our school was similar to the schools I went to back in Japan. We had school Monday to Friday all day, Saturday was a half day, and Sunday we had off.
Demetre had just settled on a Linkin park song when I pulled into school and cut the engine. We had a few minutes till bell time, so we went searching for our friend Rose.
Rose was my only friend other than Demetre in the states. She was 5’5, 5’6, pink and purple highlights in her black hair, dark brown eyes – Rose was an American born in Japan – her style wasn’t like anyone else’s in school. She was like a preppy, punk, skater, kind of girl. The majority of the girls at her old school back in Japan had apparently dressed like that.
“Yo, Rose.” I yelled when I saw her.
“Oh hey, Sira!” she yelled back and ran over to give me a hug. “How’ve you been? It’s seems live forever since I last saw you. Oh… wait, it has been forever.”
“Yeah, sorry about.”
“Oh don’t wor – “
“Well if it isn’t Miss. Sira.” Trevor exclaimed.
Trevor, gosh I hate this guy. He was around 6’1, blond hair, blue green eyes, and annoying as heck.
“Yes of course Trevor, it’s non-other than me, so you can stop crying at night from missing this gorgeous face of mine,” I said snidely.
“Why thank you for caring, Sira. Oh, by the way, if you wouldn’t mind, could you possibly give me back my clothes. You know, the ones you stole.”
“Oh those damn things. I burned them a long time ago. I just couldn’t stand having any amount of your scent in my house.” Everyone around me began to laugh. “Oh hey, you know what? I’ve got a great idea. Find some duck tape and tape up your damn mouth and leave me the hell alone.”
“Oh tisk tisk, such anger you have my dear,” He said with a bow. “I shall take my leave for now my dear. Until we meet again my love.” Then he stood up and walked away.
“Screw you.” I said as I turned back to Rose and Demetre.
“Man nice one, Sira.”
“You’re freaking awesome.”
“Ha, can’t wait to see next times fight, Sira.”
“You got some good ones. How do you do it?”
The comments went on and on as if we were all friends and they really cared about me, but we all knew the truth. I hate them; they hate me. We were no longer friend. They all, including me, wish I were dead.
I was in a bit of a daze when the bell rang. When I looked back up, Demetre and Rose were smiling and waving as they headed to first period English.
I ran down the hall and once I got to the end, went out the doors and crossed the court yard and headed towards the art building. Once I got inside the Art department, I stopped running and walked down the hall towards Mrs. Goza’s room. Ms. G was my favorite teacher; she never judged me and was always so kind and funny.
I got into the classroom when everyone began to give me the death stare. This no longer bothered me like it once did, so I just did what annoyed the heck out of them. I smiled, and waved to them.
Just by looking at the room you were able to tell it was an art room. The walls had green, orange, purple, pink, blue, red, and yellow strips with different colors splattered onto the wall. There were paintings of all sorts pinned to the wall and paint was stained onto almost every visible surface of the tile and desks.
Everything seemed to be normal in the class; weird but good music playing, kids drawing or painting while talking to their friends. Yet something, and I wasn’t sure what was off, different. Out of but in place at the same time. It took me several long seconds to notice what had changed. . .
There was now a god in the class.
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