Zilia walks through the classroom door and takes a seat at the front of the class, directly in front of me. Her long flowing hair slowly waltzes in the gentle breeze. She almost seems to radiate, almost as if she's a goddess sent down from Mount Olympus to watch over us. Her green dress jumps out at me, as if it is trying to tell me something. I ignore it and continue admiring the beauty that sits in front of me. Her skin looks softer than feathers, and her hair looks smoother than the lake's surface. I've always wondered what they would feel like, but I know that the day I find out is the day that I lose control. It would answer my deepest desires and dreams.
She turns around and our eyes meet. My ocean blue eyes freeze to ice and her radiating green eyes hide any form of emotion that she has. "Hey! Styr! Wake up man!" My friend, Michael yells at me on the bus. "We're here!"
My eyes slowly slide open, reluctantly letting the image of Zilia fade away. An image of a school bus filled with young teens of all sorts replaces it. "I hate that bus ride..." I say in an unhappy tone. "There's always just enough time to start dreaming, but never enough time to enjoy it."
"You really should start sleeping at night, bro." Michael tells me, grabbing his sketchpad as he gets into the aisle. I look at his tall and skinny figure and nod my head, which causes some of my overgrown hair to cover my eyes. "And you could use a hair-cut." He starts laughing as he walks off of the bus.
I push away my brown hair with my left hand. He's right. I do need a hair-cut. I reach down and pull my black leather schoolbag from between my legs. I look out the window as I slowly get up and see a mess of people wandering into the school like ants swarming into the ant hill. But there's one that stands out, a girl I don't quite recognize. She disappears into the building before I can get a positive I.D. I quickly forget about it and walk off of the bus, giving the annoyed bus driver an apologetic smile before getting off. I enter the swarm of ants, and enter the high school amidst the chaos. I slip my left hand into my pocket and pull out a little piece of paper. "Room 145 today." I shrug and head off to class. I never use my locker. It's too inconvenient for me.
"It's about time you showed up!" Michael exclaims as I take the seat beside him. His golden hair reflects the sunlight and seems to radiate. His eyes are brown and sometimes I feel like we accidentally switched pieces at some point in our lives. It would make more sense if he had blond hair and blue eyes, and if I had brown hair and brown eyes, but the world doesn't always work like that apparently. "The bus is starting to become your second home!"
"Yeah... I know. It's peaceful, I guess." I lie to him. Even he, as my best friend, should know that every time I close my eyes and dream I see Zilia. But I haven't told anyone, even he would think I'm crazed and obsessed. That is not a good image to have when you are trying to get a girl. I probably just dream about her because she's so beautiful. I'm sure it happens to everyone at some point in their life. He lets a quiet laugh out.
"Why don't you just go into the woods like you used to?" He mocks me. Five years ago, when I was thirteen, I was accused for murder of a girl who was found in the woods nearby my house. But the idea was quickly dismissed when authorities around the globe discovered some sort of monster that now infests most of the world. The woods aren't safe anymore, and after several disappearances, fences were put up to keep the monsters out. Sometimes I feel like the fences are to keep us in.
"Very funny." Sarcasm fills my voice and I open up my notebook to pretend to take notes in class. My left hand reaches over and grabs a pencil and I start writing. I fool my teacher every time because it looks like I'm taking notes when I'm really writing something that has nothing to do with class. Today, like most other days, I'm focusing on my novel that will hopefully one day be my source of income. My story takes place here, in western Quebec, but before any monsters showed up. The main character is a writer, like me, but instead of dealing with the confines of the fences around the town, he deals with the confines around his heart. Other characters call him a 'player' but I know better, and he knows better. He just doesn't know what to believe in anymore. While me and Zero, the main character, are very different, there is one thing that binds us. The dreams. Both of us are haunted by the same dreams, just with different girls. His is a light brown skinned girl with near-black eyes and hair as dark as night. Mine has tan skin, flowing brown hair, and leaf-green eyes. Zero's dream girl is named Malika, which means Queen in Arabic. I thought it would be fitting, considering queens are often very exclusive and rare.
"Are you still writing that story?" Michael asks me, sounding surprised. "How long is that damned thing going to be?" His voice drops in volume when he realizes that we're sitting in the middle of class, not on the school bus. I shoot him a displeased look and shrug, not saying anything. He takes it as an answer and looks back to the front of the class where the teacher is preparing to start the lesson. The classroom door opens and someone walks in. I'm going insane. That can't be who I think it is. There's not a chance in hell.
Zilia walks through the classroom door and takes a seat at the front of the class, directly in front of me. Her long flowing hair slowly waltzes in the gentle breeze. She almost seems to radiate, almost as if she's a goddess sent down from Mount Olympus to watch over us. Her green dress jumps out at me, as if it is trying to tell me something. I ignore it and continue admiring the beauty that sits in front of me. Her skin looks softer than feathers, and her hair looks smoother than the lake's surface. I stare at her, trapped by the rules of the dream. The murmur of the class slowly fades into nothing, leaving me in a perpetual silence that seems to rotate around the night-eyed girl.
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I know I said I was only starting to write it in November, but I had gotten excited when the idea first came to mind and I typed down this sort of introduction quickly. I will not count it in my 50,000 words, and can also be found on my profile on NanoWrimo.org under my username KunaZero. As you can see I make a reference to a different story of my own, and I used both Malika's name and my own, but I intend on changing that quickly. I am merely using them to distance and separate the two stories for now, for one takes place in our world, while Styr's world is slightly warped. You'll notice that I referred to her as the "Night-eyed girl" in the closing sentence of this section. I will do this a lot in the story, binding the night and Zilia together as one through the metaphors. Anyways, I feel like I have once again gone on quite long enough and will end here. Take care, avid reader, and I will post again soon!
-Zero
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