Chapter 1 (Azla's POV)

Written by Brittany Marie.

Chapter one (Azla's pov)

"Azla, you need to get up for school now!" My mom yelled at me from downstairs. I was still half-asleep with my damn alarm piercing through my body. It was so damn loud! "And I mean now, you are going to miss your bus!"

"Ok, I'm up, I'm up." I said getting up out of my soft yet firm bed. I dragged myself to my mirror. I looked at my reflection and made a disgusted face. I always look horrible in the morning. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my eyeliner and mascara and neatly put it on my bright green eyes. I put on my dark blue, laced cami along with a pair of short ripped denim shorts. I threw on a pair of black flip-flops and headed toward the bathroom. I quickly brushed my perfectly straight, white teeth and took a minute and looked at myself in the mirror. I never really took the time to notice my bright emerald like green eyes. They were big and crystal like. Kind of alluring too. My white skin glowed from the reflection of the sunlight that found a way through the window. My hair was shiny and long and I never noticed how dark and brunette it was. My body was perfect. I had long legs, a nice flat stomach, and decent b***s. I actually thought I was gorgeous.

I made my way through the long flight of stairs in a flash. I thought I was going to miss my bus, so I grabbed my backpack and ran for the door. "Bye mom!" I yelled.

"Bye honey, I love you!" She yelled from the living room. My mom was gorgeous. We didn't look anything alike though. She was short and tiny, with silky honey blonde hair. Her skin was darker than mine and her face was filled with freckles. We looked like complete opposites.

My beautiful mother has been single since the day I was born. She had said that my father died before I was born. She sometimes cries and says that she could never love someone like the way she loved him ever again. He used to call her his honey bunny, she would tell me. I laugh ever time I hear this, but it's cute. Everytime she tells me he would always hold her in his arms and whisper 'I love you Lauren', she would start tearing up and so would I. I really wish my mom didn't have to go through that pain.

Well I darted out the door and I just made the bus. My bus driver stopped for me and I climbed up the stairs of the bus and pushed my way through until I found a seat in the back along with these other kids. I don't really have a label. I am not a prep or a nerd or a jock or an emo or anything. I am just me. I do have a lot of friends from different crowds though, but I don't have that one friend that I can count on. I sat down next to a guy with a football jersey on. He was pretty buff. He looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back and dug through my backpack and took out my ipod. I was thinking about another day at this school. I am in my second year of highschool and I am tired of all the drama and the people that cause it. I usually don't get involved, but I am tired of seeing and hearing about it. I am not that popular and sometimes people don't notice me (except the guys and I have no idea why.) I am not into any guys at the moment. They are just so immature and clueless. As my thoughts were running wild, we pulled up to the school and I got off the crowded bus.

My school isn't that big. There is only 500 people that attend this school. I mean it is a nice school, but since there isn't a lot of people that attend, there is really no privacy. Once you do something embarrassing or stupid, the next day the whole school knows about it.

I walked over to my preppy friends and started gossiping with them. "Did you hear that Jenny Brown stuffs her bra?" My friend Lexi laughed. Yea they can be b*****s, but they are good friends though. Lexi is the head cheerleader and is drop-dead gorgeous. Every guy in school wants her. She doesn't even have a boyfriend.

"Yea, but she doesn't have that big of b***s, so that is obviously why she stuffs her bra, duuuh." Natalie said. Natalie isn't the sharpest pencil in the box, but she is really nice. I usually get all my clothes from them too. They take me shopping like every weekend. It's fun, but they are just too bitchy sometimes and dumb, but I gotta love them.

"Hey Azla, I never really noticed that mark on the back of your neck." Lexi said pointing to the birthmark on the back of my neck. It was definitely a unique birthmark. The shape was strange. It kind of looked like a flame. My mother had told me that I was definitely different. That the birthmark was a part of me somehow. Maybe it is, I don't know.

"Oh yea, I have had that all my life. No biggie." I said.

"Um ok." Lexi smiled getting all perky. "So are you coming to cheerleading tryouts next week?" I actually did like cheerleading, but the actual cheerleaders got under my skin. They could be huge b*****s sometimes.

"Yea definitely." I smiled.

"Awesome." The bell rang. "Well I guess I will see you later then." Lexi smiled her perfect smile and walked away to her class. I then headed to my class and watching all these guys watching me. Why were they all staring at me? It was quite strange. Oh well. I walked up stairs to my first period, which was Creative Writing. I absolutely loved writing. Some of the things I write are from my dreams. I have some strange dreams sometimes. Like one of my dreams was about an angel from hell. It was very weird. This angel came from the underworld and was raised by demons and stuff. I kind of forgot the dream, but I wrote it down somewhere. I have a lot of dreams like that.

I walked into my class and took a seat next to one of my other friends, Michelle. She was kind of a quiet girl. She dressed in mostly black and her black hair fell over her caramel eyes. She was sweet too. We didn't really do anything in that class, but I still loved it. I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out why every guy was staring at me. It was just so odd and strange. Earlier this morning when I looked in the mirror, I couldn't look away. I feel like I just all of a sudden got prettier overnight. I couldn't help, but wonder what was going on.
 

Reviews

[ShadowHaze]

yea, forget u again... I'm gonna keep reading, lol

[Céce]

Good job! It kept my interest all the way through, which for me is a very big thing. :) You also added a lot of detail, which is great. One of the things that I think could be improved is the way you present the detail. "Show, don't tell" is crucial here. For example, instead of:

My hair was shiny and long and I never noticed how dark and brunette it was. My body was perfect.

You could write,

I ran my hands through my long brunette hair as I surveyed myself in the mirror. Since when was my hair that dark? Maybe last month's not-so-permanent highlight had worn off. Stretching, I reached my hands to the ceiling, and a few inches of my diet-flat belly peeked from underneath my shirt---I had always been a little too proud of my slender body and long legs.

That is just an example. There are many different ways you could mess with presenting detail. It's actually a lot of fun.

But other than that, this was a great write and I very much enjoyed reading it! Oh, and the dialogue was awesome. :)

[Starting Over]

Ohhh i love the 1st chapter!

[Eidolon Michael]

It's really good. I'm looking forward to reading more.

[BeautifulDisaster]

Hey I wrote that. lol. :D