Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Different Eyes, Different Colors ❯ 1. My name, My sad excuse for a life ( Chapter 1 )

My hand hurts, the period is only half finished and I feel the need to take a break. Still, being the way I am, I can't; I'm at the best part. Every female writer, such as myself, is in love with one of her male characters, or at least, I like to think that; just so I don't feel alone. I am in love with Jeremy Keller. Jeremy Keller is just like every other character in a book, he's the perfect guy that every girl wants and he doesn't exist in the real world. Just like all the knights in shining armor, and the brave dragon slayers, the warriors. Jeremy's different though, Jeremy's a schoolboy, and he works at a fast food restaurant, but he's a knight in shining armor deep down inside. I smile to myself as the thought goes through my head, it's been done, it's cliché, but hey, it's so fun to write about. The pain in my hand leaves and my pencil dances across the paper as I write.

 

Right now, he's doing biology homework and there was a strange sound…

 

“Hey, Tyler, do you like Kenny?” The voice of the most annoying person on the face of the earth banged against my eardrum. The boy that couldn't keep his fat mouth shut, couldn't have thought or said something intelligent if he… a paper ball hit me in the head and I lost my train of thought.

 

“Is Tyler a girl's name?” The fat voice said again. I rolled my eyes, wondering just how many times he'd asked me that question and got the same answer, nothing. “I know like, fifty guys named Tyler,” He laughed. I had some good ones to throw back at him for that, but I didn't, I never do, I just stare at my paper, trying not to giggle at his stupidity.

 

“What you writing?” This time a fat hand came down on my paper along with the fat voice. I suppose what I'd been calling him, fat, wasn't my best choice, as he was not fat at all. He was in basketball, football, and baseball, and very, very good-looking in the body. He had an ugly face though, thank god, handsome boys and jerks were too often the same person. I stared at his hand for a while, hoping it would just walk away, get up on two fingers, head to the edge of the table and hop off. I giggled… shoot… I giggled!

 

“Awe, Are you laughing?” He asked in a teasing girlish voice, almost as if he really didn't care for an answer by the way he took my notebook and ignored me completely. I was glad too; I didn't want to answer that. I didn't mind him reading my stuff; I did mind that he'd taken it, because that meant I had to wait for him to get it back in order to write. But deep inside I liked when people read what I wrote, even stuck up jerks that would only either gasp at the length, or make fun of my mad writing skills.

 

“Dude, I don't even know what a Halibut is,” He said, flipping through the pages. I rolled my eyes and smiled, I liked watching him be an idiot, it just reminded me that in some ways I wouldn't always be nothing compared to him.

 

“It's a fish,” One of his friends saved me. He tossed the notebook back to me and I just closed it up, putting my arm over it and gripping the cover possessively. “It's one of those little fishies with both eyes on one side,” The other boy explained.

 

“Dude, Halibuts are big,” Said the quieter one.

 

“No they're not they're like--”

 

“You wanna go?”

 

“Go where?”

 

“Shut up,”

 

For the third time in the past five minutes I rolled my eyes and opened the notebook again, I'd completely lost my muse.

 

“Hey, Tyler, Are you still…” The fat voice was going to come get me again.

 

“David!” The supervisor finally noticed my pain and subdued my attacker with the power of her almighty authority. I stared down at the page; I'd stopped in the middle of a sentence and didn't know what to write next. I hate study hall.

 

~o~

 

You'd think that in a selective art class there would be people there who like to discuss and make art, help each other and talk about it. Oh no, you're very wrong, so wrong. Another thing that's wrong is that Tilly Krymble is in art class, and worst of all, my art class. Girlish pink people are afraid of me, popular kids mess with me, shy kids ignore me, and then there're the few friends I have that talk to me between classes. But Tilly Krymbal is all her own, and completely unbearable. First of all, she's fixed on the idea that she's a better writer than me and wants to teach me how to get good. (Honestly, I like my own work better than hers.) Second, if you ask her a question, a yes or no question, you get an essay-length answer. (For the love of Jeremy Keller, shut up already!) Third, the fact that she could probably be a friend to just about anyone and she chooses to hang around me, of all the stupid losers. (Only I'm not stupid.) But worst of all, she's David Corkus's girlfriend. (Gag.)

 

I'm working on my clay sculpture of a dog, which is sniffing the ground because I couldn't get the head to stay up. I suppose the pose doesn't matter anyway, though, it looks more like a rectangle with legs. I'm going to deem myself finished once I put the eyes on, and then ask Mr. Obsessman what the next project is.

 

My art teacher's name is Mr. Absesman, but in my head I've always called him Mr. Obsessman, because he's just the average crazy over-imaginative art teacher. He's actually very cool and nice, and I have no idea what I don't like about him, maybe he's just been too happy and excited around my bored, easily annoyed self one too many times.

 

I pick up a toothpick and align it at a spot to the left of and a bit above the nose. Just before I poke it into the clay, a large hairy hand catches my arm and I freeze. Oh no, Mr. Obsessman is going to lecture me something about stabbing dogs with toothpicks being inhumane.

 

“Are your eyes dots?” He asked plainly. Okay, now I wish he would say something about being inhumane, this was worse. I nodded my head back and forth, wishing I could just tell him I didn't care, but he probably already knew that. He probably didn't care that I didn't care because he so badly wanted to make me care.

 

“Try to add some depth to the eyes, Ty, eyes are something that tells a lot about a person,” He said. “I can tell you're thinking that I'm crazy just by looking at your eyes,”

 

…He's a psychic.

 

“All right, I will, but then I'm done,” I insisted. He nodded acceptingly and walked away, at least he wasn't too persistent about it.

 

“Hey, Tyler, do you want me to help you?” Tilly smiled at me and plopped down on the seat next to me. I didn't want to deal with her, but she had cute pigtails and that annoying `be my best friend' smile, so I couldn't help it.

 

“Yeah, sure, thanks,” I said half- heartedly. I expected her to just do it for me, but what was I thinking, this is Tilly Krymbal, that wasn't now she did things.

 

Instead, she gave me a lecture on how to do it, and used a little ball of clay as an example. I don't understand why everyone wanted to give me lectures, or how the expected me to actually look and listen. However, when she was finished it was actually very good, oh how I wished I'd actually seen how she'd done it instead of giggling at what Kyle Jewels was doing with a ball of clay and toothpicks. On top of that, I wished she'd given the demonstration by putting it on my sorry excuse for a dog rather than on the stupid little useless ball of clay. Of course, had I asked her to do so she would've called me `a silly', patted me on the head and said I had to do my own art. I could see it happening in my head, oh the horror. I was glad when the bell rang before I got a chance to start the eyes.

 

~o~

 

The Cafeteria is my haven, provided that I'm going there to eat lunch, and not to meet David in study hall. I sit with Kara, a girl who like me, obsesses over Jeremy Keller. I got her into him and for that I am so very proud, I can almost hear myself squealing every time she mentions my beloved creation. I want to hop to the cafeteria, I don't know why; I'm just in a hopping mood. But I don't of course, losers don't hop, not in front of all the non-losers, and nobody hops alone. So I walk, watching only in front of me and not daring to look around.

 

I can see Tilly Krymbal talking to David a few blobs of people up in front of me. I duck down and hide behind my books, if she sees me, she might talk to me, and that would mean David would probably annoy me, neither of which I really wanted. Luckily she's pretty absorbed in her conversation, flirting with David's friends and pushing her other female friend around playfully. I sighed at them, just watching as the big group of happy people went into the lunchroom as I, the single, bored girl followed hardly ten meters behind. I had Kara to thank for the fact that Tilly didn't sit with me at lunch; the two of them didn't get along.

 

I froze when my eyes fell upon the end of the sixth table, where I was supposed to sit. It was a disaster, and it meant that this might have ended up one of the worst lunch periods in history. Kara wasn't there; she wasn't in her seat, that was a big raise on my current stress level. I hoped she was just late, but I remembered now that I hadn't seen her at her locker either; she must've been absent. Which meant if Tilly realized that, she might have come to get me, which would have been the second stage of disaster. And if she brought David with her, I would've exploded. I suppose I was over reacting though, she had no reason to sit with me, she had her cooler friends, that were more fun, I'd be fine.

 

I made a beeline for my table, still nervous despite my reasoning. Not only was there the possibility of being disturbed by the happy annoying people, but it was going to be a lonely lunch period. Just me and the disgusting slop they tried to pass off as French toast… and syrup!

 

I sighed as I pulled out my notebook, pushing my hand underneath my hair and leaning my head on it, staring down at the half-written page. It was an exciting part, I should've wanted to write it, but I just didn't feel like finishing, I guess I'd just lost all my motivation, it would come back though.

I tossed my pencil inside the notebook and shut it, heading up to get in line for lunch.

 

I froze in my tracks, Tilly was in the back of the line, her arms wrapped around David, and his hands were sneaking down to her butt. I paid little attention to that, panicked by the fact that no one else was heading up to the line; no one was going to get in line in front of me so I didn't have to stand by her. What, was everyone packing today! Come on, just one really big kid would do, just so she doesn't see me, doesn't try to talk to me. Aha! I was saved, a senior was on his way up to the line, I simply got behind him and kept walking, keeping my distance from his back and not making a sound.

 

“I don't do dresses, David, and with that I don't do formal dances either,” I heard her talking and listened in. I never really thought that Tilly would be the type to not wear a dress, she was so girly, her name rhymed with frilly, to make one point.

 

“Well, how about a skirt, come on, I want a date, and I'm not asking someone else,” He was begging like a dog, I wanted to laugh but I had to be quiet. I hoped she knew that if she didn't go with him, he would definitely ask someone else.

 

“You'd better not,” She laughed. “And I'm just not that big on the whole thing, every other girl is going to be in a dress or a long skirt, I don't have any nice, long skirts. I'll pass,” She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and removed her hands from him. I just watched, I had to agree, if everyone else at the Halloween Dance was going to be in a dress, I wouldn't want to be there either. But I had already decided not to go, so it didn't matter.

 

“Oh, Tyler!” My name was squealed. Oh no, oh no, she saw me! I stared at the garbage can, wondering if I could just hop in there without her noticing and get out of this.

 

“Hey Tyler,” David looked over her shoulder at me, smirking. The senior in front of me stepped back and went behind me, I suppose he was trying to be nice, so I could talk to them, but I wanted to stab him for it. Tilly was leaning against the tall jock, his arms around her waist and her hands on his.

 

“Hi,” I said shyly, swallowing. I glanced back at my table, half to see if Kara had shown up to save me (tough chance) and half just to look away from them. Unfortunately, when I looked back, Tilly had stepped away from David and was right in front of me.

 

“David doesn't believe me when I say I can do art, because I can't draw for my life, tell him otherwise?” She tilted her head and smiled with her request, blue eyes poking me in the head for an answer. My gaze fell to her feet; she was wearing tennis shoes with no socks and a skirt that almost reached her knees. The length was a little uneven but it looked okay on her.

 

“She's good,” I said shortly, not looking back up, hoping she'd just go back to him.

 

“Yeah, I'll take it from you little girl,” David laughed and turned away from me. I snorted in my mind, but my body bit my bottom lip and looked up at Tilly. She was still smiling, and looking at me, what did she want now?

 

“Kara's not here, is she? I'll sit with you if you like, you look so lonely,” She suggested. I think I bit through my lip, ouch. I couldn't just say no, that would've been mean and I'm not even sure she would've listened.

 

“I'm fine, really,” I shrugged. “I'm probably just gonna write, you'd be bored,” I added. She giggled and threw an arm over my shoulder, I guess this means she's going to stand with me in line. I looked at David, he was talking to Lars, the genius who knew what a Halibut was.

 

“You're too modest, Ty, I'd like to read something of yours, I'm sure you're really good,” She said. I swallowed, I liked when people read what I write, but Tilly isn't someone I want to get too close to, what if she takes a liking to it. Then I'd probably be flattered and want her to read more and eventually she'd probably want to go shopping for tiny skirts and skinny shirts. I wore jeans and a hoodie every day, and I never, ever planned on changing that. No to mention, skirts don't go well with my fat thighs, and though you couldn't tell so much with the hoodie, I was a bit over weight, so Tilly Tight Shirts were out of the question.

 

“I guess,” I choked. I couldn't believe I'd just accepted, I should've punched her, or told someone that she was violating my personal space. Tell the lunch supervisors that she was trying to strangle me with the lose arm around my neck. Or maybe I could just stab her right then and there, any punishment was better than having to sit with her.

 

“Yay!” She exclaimed, and I wanted to die. “I'll tell Sammy and David and then head over to your table, okay?” She then skipped back to David. I stayed far back in the line, waiting for people to cut me.

 

I watched her talk to Sam Jenson, pointing at me and giggling like she always did. I made note of the fact that she talked to Sammy for a whole minute and Sammy had lost interest fifteen seconds through.

 

Sammy Jenson was my idol. She was so cool, to me, she had short, fluffy pretty brown hair, perfectly straight and it looked so soft. She was really thin, but muscular, unlike Tilly who was just a stick. She wore glasses and usually long jeans; I wanted to be just like her.

 

Then I looked at myself, my food stained Pepsi hoodie and my ripped jeans, I didn't have glasses either, and I don't even want to get into muscle and fat. I knew I was ugly; I didn't need people to tell me that, yet they never failed to do so. People who try to talk to me only do it because they want something from me or have nothing better to do, so I try not to talk back. Honestly, what person in their right mind would want to talk to someone like me? Oh yeah, Tilly Krymbal, then again I'm not so sure she's human. Kara, on the other hand, talks to me, but never looks at me, and she's always telling me what's wrong with me each day. I ran a hand through my stringy, half-dry hair, I hadn't brushed it the night before after my shower, I'd been too tired.

 

I asked the lunch lady for French toast and hash browns, picked up a small carton of strawberry flavored milk, and then paid. My lunch always cost the same thing, two dollars for everything, the majority of which I only eat because there's nothing better for me to do. I glanced at Kyle Jewels on my way back to my seat, he was making everyone around him laugh, as always. Then my gaze moved to Tilly, who was laughing at everything David said, most of which I wouldn't have found funny had I heard it. I just know these things, David Corkus just isn't funny, never would be.

 

I'd only eaten half of my hash brown when I sensed the presence of another. I was staring down at my food when I heard her sit down. I paused a moment, taking a deep breath before I looked up, giving her my best smile which she returned as always.

 

“So, how's the writing business been going?” She asked, poking the edge of my notebook. “You write science fiction?” She suggested. I scowled at her, why was it that everyone thought nerds and losers liked science fiction stuff?

 

“No, mystery actually, High School murder mysteries, mostly,” I replied with a shrug, and then got back to eating the food that I hated. I felt those bright blue eyes and that too-happy smile poking me again, and glanced up, trying not to scowl.

 

“Very cool,” She said. “I tried to write this story once, it was about these two guys, and these two girls, and each of the girls were dating one of the guys and they went on dates and stuff, oh and the one girl was afraid of…” Blah blah blah blah blah… I'd stopped listening and my eyes focused on her mixed vegetables, imagining the carrots standing up and making catapults out of the green beans to fire peas into her eternally open mouth.

 

“But I hardly got through the first paragraph,” She shrugged. I looked back at her, nodding and making the `mmm' sound with a very interested expression on my face. I think I'd heard something about a dog in a tuba, but I couldn't be sure. “But enough about my failure, let's talk about your success,” She bounced in a giddy squeaky voice… My what?

 

“Oh, um…” I began, pulling my notebook closer to me.

 

“Are you going to publish it? Because if there's one thing I'm good at, it's typing, I'm in the word processing class and I could totally type it for you I you want,” She offered. By this time I was hugging the notebook against my chest, not wanting her to get her long, perfect fingernail germs all over it.

 

Publish? Ha, by this time I was barely practicing, I don't pretend to be anywhere near good enough to publish, I write for fun.

 

“No, I'm not going to publish it,” I said plainly. “But if you want to read it you can, but you can't take it with you or anything,” I squeezed it, looking at her defensively, to make her understand how important it was to me, she didn't notice.

 

“If you say so,” She reached across the table and took the notebook from me, which I'd only begun to hand over, so she somewhat snatched it. I sighed and looked down at my food, at least this would shut her up for a good amount of time.

 

I was surprised when the bell rang and she was already half-way through the second chapter, surprised and disappointed by the length. She seemed to be in a hurry so she simply told me she loved it and would pick up the next day, and rushed for David who was just walking out of the cafeteria. I sighed, staring down at where she left off, I guess this meant I had my second reader; though she wouldn't have been my first choice.

 

Kyle Jewels through an arm around his friend Mike as they left the cafeteria, I just watched him. When the entire room was mostly empty I grabbed my things with a bored sigh, and headed out, my Science class was just across the hall, I was in no hurry to get there.

 

A/n- Something that isn't Yaoi for a change xD. And though aimed at teens, appropriate for all ages. It should be funny at a few points, Tyler has a weird imagination and loves to judge and make fun of everyone in her head. But, as are most of my characters, she's dynamic, so that won't last :]. Review please < 3.