Love is Unexceptional - Chapters 1 and 2
Meet Kisa, a small town girl with big dreams. Kisa isn't exactly the type of girl you would find in her city. She likes everything simple as possible. But soon she comes to face many challenges in her life. She also meets a strangely handsome boy with a dark secret. As Kisa gets to know him, she gets closer and closer to him. But will the mysterious boys fatal secret help Kisa and her troubles, or stop her in her tracks forever?
Chapter 1 - A Brief Introduction
I felt the cool, crisp air brush past me as I walked along the trail. As I walked along, I felt the fall leaves crunch under the soles of my feet. The sound seemed to relax me and soothe my senses. I was bundled up in a plain black hoodie, a gray scarf, and black skinny jeans. Oh, wait. I forgot to introduce myself. Well, my name is Kisa. Kisa Somaro. Currently, I am 16 years old, I'll be 17 soon. I have Dark brown hair which goes about 2 inches past my shoulder, light brown eyes and a round face. I guess you could say that I wasn't like most girls in my city. I liked everything simple. Most girls in my town preferred the biggest, hippest, fanciest things. But me- being me, am good with the things that I have (Which aren't too top-notch). The popular girls in school wore brightly colored camisoles, cardigans, millions of accessories, flats, the latest makeup, and the 'best' tote-bags. I was simply happy with a hoodie skinny jeans, eye liner and my purple JanSport backpack.
In case you were wondering, the city I live in is named Yorkville. It's a pretty busy city with plenty of shopping malls, skyscrapers, movie theaters etc. I'm actually a country girl at heart. (yes I know, a shame) It's just that I prefer living in more peaceful areas, full of nature and scenery (which is why I chose to live near the woods). Currently I am living with my mom, my 'pain in the butt' dad and my annoying little brother Johnny. Perfect life, right? Life at home was ok I suppose, but it could be a whole lot better. After all, I did have to live with the most annoying little brother in the universe, and the strictest dad you will ever meet. But I had no choice but to accept my life. So far I'd been handling it pretty well. But when things got too out of control, I took to drawing and painting. Art is my life! Anyone who knows me, has probably already figured this out. Drawing seems to release all the madness inside of my head, and puts it on a single sheet of paper. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
Besides that, I guess there really isn't too many interesting things about me. You could say that I'm just a normal teen trying to figure out her place in life. Though, with all the drama I've been going through, I don't think I'll ever find my 'place.' Did it even exist?
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Chapter 2 - Waiting
I continued walking along the damp forest path to school. I breathed in the fresh, cool forest air. The oxygen seemed to fill up my lungs with a sense of relief. As I shuffled along, I thought about the day I had planned ahead of me. I had 2 important tests, and a speech in English class today. I am terrible at giving speeches. I'm always shuddering over my words and blushing constantly. Just then, I pictured myself standing in front of my English class with 32 sets of eyes watching, and tracking my every word, and movement. I could see it now. Me, standing in front of the whiteboard mumbling on about Shakespeare, stuttering over the simplest words, and blushing myself to death. I sighed as I pictured that thought. This ought to be a splendid day, I thought.
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I arrived at school and reluctantly opened the two, tall glass doors to "Woodsview High school, Home of the White Tigers." I rolled my eyes at the banner. As I walked in the school, I saw a couple of kids joking about pulling the fire alarm. When they saw me, they suddenly stopped and pointed towards me. They snickered and smiled a sinister smile to me. I rolled my eyes again, and kept moving forward. I stopped when I saw the red Pepsi vending machine that stood next to one of our school's trophy cases. I usually waited here for my friends to arrive. It was kind of like just our spot. Nobody ever went by it, which was good. I sighed, and plopped up against the machine, where I waited impatiently for my friends. Where the Hel- then I felt a soft poke on my right shoulder. "Hey Kisa!" Said my best friend Melissa. Melissa had burgundy-red colored hair which went down to her shoulders, dark brown eyes, and rose-colored cheeks. She was pretty. Today she had on a black cardigan with a plain white Camisole underneath, black skinny jeans (which seemed to be suffocating her calves), and black and silver flats. I wheeled over to see her leaning casually on the vending machine. I snorted.
"Where were you?!" I demanded.
"Oh, I had to run a couple of... errands before I came." She said nonchalantly.
"Staring at hot boys all morning is not an errand." I said.
"Well for me it is!" She said, whilst sticking out her tongue.
I rolled my eyes and let out a large sigh. Just then, Maritsa walked into the building. Maritsa had light brown hair (which is wavy at the ends), pale skin, and very light brown eyes. She was pretty too. Today she sported a light blue Aeropostale shirt over a black undershirt, light-wash skinny jeans, and white Vans.
"Sup guys?" She said in a manly voice. We all giggled in sync.
"So, where's Emily, and Zayleigh?" I said a bit impatiently. They shrugged, and shook their heads. Just then the bell rang and everyone started shuffling to class.
"Later." I said.
"Bye!" Said Melissa and Maritsa, at the same time.
I then turned my back to go. "1st period Mr. Stingman..." I mumbled to myself. I began walking through a series of hallways, until I reached the C wing. I was about to open the shiny, metal door knob below the sign that said "Room 37" when I suddenly realized something. I had forgotten my binder that contained all my important class notes for my speech. I swore under my breath and began jogging swiftly through the hallways again. The hallways almost seemed like some sort of unorganized maze. I stopped when I reached my locker wing. I quickly made my way to my locker, which was locker 147. I dialed the code to my lock, took out my white English binder, and took off again to Mr. Stingman's class. "Bing!" ...That was the sound of the tardy bell. Crap, I was late. I started jogging faster until I reached Room 37 again. I twisted the small metal door knob, and opened the door. Some students were taking out their notes for the speech due today, while the others stopped to stare at me. I felt my cheeks burn, as I blushed a deep red.
"Ahh... Ms. Somaro... We're late aren't we?" Said Mr. Stingman who glared at me from his desk which was on the left, front side of the classroom. Mr. Stingman wasn't really that old. He looked to be in his late 30s' or early 40s'. He had black short hair. He wore a dark blue and white cotton vest over a black long-sleeve shirt, and beige slacks.
"Well uh.. I-I-I can explain, see-"
"That's enough Ms. Somaro. No excuses. As a matter of fact, why don't you start off our wonderful presentations, which are due today?" He said smugly.
"Umm... s-s-sure." I said a bit nervous.
"Excellent." He said with a slight smile on his face.
Uggh! What a douche! I thought. I quickly shuffled my speech notes out of my English binder, and began my presentation. I mumbled on and on about Shakespeare, his life, his poems... etc. By the time I finished, my cheeks were burning red and some people laughed awkwardly, while others clapped. I quickly made my way to my desk and sat down, ready to hear the next presentation.
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3 periods later, the lunch bell rang and I let out a sigh of relief. English was bad enough with the horrible speech that I gave, but to top that, I had 2 major tests which became overwhelming. I swiftly grabbed my books from my desk, and made my way to the Lunch Room. I entered the Lunch Room hungry as heck. It seems that I was so focused on the food that I bumped into Ashley. Ashley was one of those popular girls. You know the ones who thought they were better than everyone else, prettier than anyone they saw (except she actually was pretty), and the ones who always needed the latest clothes? Yep. Well, she was one of them. She turned around with an angry expression on her face. Today she had her Dirty Blonde colored hair tied up into a ponytail with her China styled bangs hanging in front of her face. She wore a plain black long-sleeve shirt, dark wash skinny jeans, black low-cut Converse, and a long silver heart chain necklace. She was holding a Dr. Pepper in her hand, well until I bumped her and she spilled some on her shirt.
"Dude! Watch where the hell you're going next time freaking idiot!" She yelled out to me. She looked like she was ready to rip my hair out any second now.
"S-sorry, well maybe if you moved next time, I wouldn't have hit you!" I shuddered. She narrowed her eyebrows at me, rolled her eyes, and began talking to her friends again. I sighed and walked to the Hamburger line where I got my burger, and started walking toward the snack bar. Too bad I didn't realize the spilled chocolate milk on the ground. As I was walking I accidentally slipped and fell into the brown puddle. Everyone turned to stare at me, and started bellowing. Great. I got chocolate milk all over my favorite scarf, Ashley now hates me, and my speech went horrible today. I lifted myself up off the floor and grabbed a napkin to try to get the chocolate milk off my scarf. As I dabbed at my scarf with my napkin, I was waiting. Waiting for this day to finally be over.
I felt the cool, crisp air brush past me as I walked along the trail. As I walked along, I felt the fall leaves crunch under the soles of my feet. The sound seemed to relax me and soothe my senses. I was bundled up in a plain black hoodie, a gray scarf, and black skinny jeans. Oh, wait. I forgot to introduce myself. Well, my name is Kisa. Kisa Somaro. Currently, I am 16 years old, I'll be 17 soon. I have Dark brown hair which goes about 2 inches past my shoulder, light brown eyes and a round face. I guess you could say that I wasn't like most girls in my city. I liked everything simple. Most girls in my town preferred the biggest, hippest, fanciest things. But me- being me, am good with the things that I have (Which aren't too top-notch). The popular girls in school wore brightly colored camisoles, cardigans, millions of accessories, flats, the latest makeup, and the 'best' tote-bags. I was simply happy with a hoodie skinny jeans, eye liner and my purple JanSport backpack.
In case you were wondering, the city I live in is named Yorkville. It's a pretty busy city with plenty of shopping malls, skyscrapers, movie theaters etc. I'm actually a country girl at heart. (yes I know, a shame) It's just that I prefer living in more peaceful areas, full of nature and scenery (which is why I chose to live near the woods). Currently I am living with my mom, my 'pain in the butt' dad and my annoying little brother Johnny. Perfect life, right? Life at home was ok I suppose, but it could be a whole lot better. After all, I did have to live with the most annoying little brother in the universe, and the strictest dad you will ever meet. But I had no choice but to accept my life. So far I'd been handling it pretty well. But when things got too out of control, I took to drawing and painting. Art is my life! Anyone who knows me, has probably already figured this out. Drawing seems to release all the madness inside of my head, and puts it on a single sheet of paper. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
Besides that, I guess there really isn't too many interesting things about me. You could say that I'm just a normal teen trying to figure out her place in life. Though, with all the drama I've been going through, I don't think I'll ever find my 'place.' Did it even exist?
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Chapter 2 - Waiting
I continued walking along the damp forest path to school. I breathed in the fresh, cool forest air. The oxygen seemed to fill up my lungs with a sense of relief. As I shuffled along, I thought about the day I had planned ahead of me. I had 2 important tests, and a speech in English class today. I am terrible at giving speeches. I'm always shuddering over my words and blushing constantly. Just then, I pictured myself standing in front of my English class with 32 sets of eyes watching, and tracking my every word, and movement. I could see it now. Me, standing in front of the whiteboard mumbling on about Shakespeare, stuttering over the simplest words, and blushing myself to death. I sighed as I pictured that thought. This ought to be a splendid day, I thought.
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I arrived at school and reluctantly opened the two, tall glass doors to "Woodsview High school, Home of the White Tigers." I rolled my eyes at the banner. As I walked in the school, I saw a couple of kids joking about pulling the fire alarm. When they saw me, they suddenly stopped and pointed towards me. They snickered and smiled a sinister smile to me. I rolled my eyes again, and kept moving forward. I stopped when I saw the red Pepsi vending machine that stood next to one of our school's trophy cases. I usually waited here for my friends to arrive. It was kind of like just our spot. Nobody ever went by it, which was good. I sighed, and plopped up against the machine, where I waited impatiently for my friends. Where the Hel- then I felt a soft poke on my right shoulder. "Hey Kisa!" Said my best friend Melissa. Melissa had burgundy-red colored hair which went down to her shoulders, dark brown eyes, and rose-colored cheeks. She was pretty. Today she had on a black cardigan with a plain white Camisole underneath, black skinny jeans (which seemed to be suffocating her calves), and black and silver flats. I wheeled over to see her leaning casually on the vending machine. I snorted.
"Where were you?!" I demanded.
"Oh, I had to run a couple of... errands before I came." She said nonchalantly.
"Staring at hot boys all morning is not an errand." I said.
"Well for me it is!" She said, whilst sticking out her tongue.
I rolled my eyes and let out a large sigh. Just then, Maritsa walked into the building. Maritsa had light brown hair (which is wavy at the ends), pale skin, and very light brown eyes. She was pretty too. Today she sported a light blue Aeropostale shirt over a black undershirt, light-wash skinny jeans, and white Vans.
"Sup guys?" She said in a manly voice. We all giggled in sync.
"So, where's Emily, and Zayleigh?" I said a bit impatiently. They shrugged, and shook their heads. Just then the bell rang and everyone started shuffling to class.
"Later." I said.
"Bye!" Said Melissa and Maritsa, at the same time.
I then turned my back to go. "1st period Mr. Stingman..." I mumbled to myself. I began walking through a series of hallways, until I reached the C wing. I was about to open the shiny, metal door knob below the sign that said "Room 37" when I suddenly realized something. I had forgotten my binder that contained all my important class notes for my speech. I swore under my breath and began jogging swiftly through the hallways again. The hallways almost seemed like some sort of unorganized maze. I stopped when I reached my locker wing. I quickly made my way to my locker, which was locker 147. I dialed the code to my lock, took out my white English binder, and took off again to Mr. Stingman's class. "Bing!" ...That was the sound of the tardy bell. Crap, I was late. I started jogging faster until I reached Room 37 again. I twisted the small metal door knob, and opened the door. Some students were taking out their notes for the speech due today, while the others stopped to stare at me. I felt my cheeks burn, as I blushed a deep red.
"Ahh... Ms. Somaro... We're late aren't we?" Said Mr. Stingman who glared at me from his desk which was on the left, front side of the classroom. Mr. Stingman wasn't really that old. He looked to be in his late 30s' or early 40s'. He had black short hair. He wore a dark blue and white cotton vest over a black long-sleeve shirt, and beige slacks.
"Well uh.. I-I-I can explain, see-"
"That's enough Ms. Somaro. No excuses. As a matter of fact, why don't you start off our wonderful presentations, which are due today?" He said smugly.
"Umm... s-s-sure." I said a bit nervous.
"Excellent." He said with a slight smile on his face.
Uggh! What a douche! I thought. I quickly shuffled my speech notes out of my English binder, and began my presentation. I mumbled on and on about Shakespeare, his life, his poems... etc. By the time I finished, my cheeks were burning red and some people laughed awkwardly, while others clapped. I quickly made my way to my desk and sat down, ready to hear the next presentation.
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3 periods later, the lunch bell rang and I let out a sigh of relief. English was bad enough with the horrible speech that I gave, but to top that, I had 2 major tests which became overwhelming. I swiftly grabbed my books from my desk, and made my way to the Lunch Room. I entered the Lunch Room hungry as heck. It seems that I was so focused on the food that I bumped into Ashley. Ashley was one of those popular girls. You know the ones who thought they were better than everyone else, prettier than anyone they saw (except she actually was pretty), and the ones who always needed the latest clothes? Yep. Well, she was one of them. She turned around with an angry expression on her face. Today she had her Dirty Blonde colored hair tied up into a ponytail with her China styled bangs hanging in front of her face. She wore a plain black long-sleeve shirt, dark wash skinny jeans, black low-cut Converse, and a long silver heart chain necklace. She was holding a Dr. Pepper in her hand, well until I bumped her and she spilled some on her shirt.
"Dude! Watch where the hell you're going next time freaking idiot!" She yelled out to me. She looked like she was ready to rip my hair out any second now.
"S-sorry, well maybe if you moved next time, I wouldn't have hit you!" I shuddered. She narrowed her eyebrows at me, rolled her eyes, and began talking to her friends again. I sighed and walked to the Hamburger line where I got my burger, and started walking toward the snack bar. Too bad I didn't realize the spilled chocolate milk on the ground. As I was walking I accidentally slipped and fell into the brown puddle. Everyone turned to stare at me, and started bellowing. Great. I got chocolate milk all over my favorite scarf, Ashley now hates me, and my speech went horrible today. I lifted myself up off the floor and grabbed a napkin to try to get the chocolate milk off my scarf. As I dabbed at my scarf with my napkin, I was waiting. Waiting for this day to finally be over.
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