(Disclaimer: Do you think Plata owns anything in this fic? Nope! Except for the story, Esen and other ocs coming in.)
Into the Blue
Starting Line
Silver: It is very ironic that I share the same nickname of our favorite third hedgehog (shrugs). Anyway, with a permission from Mikaela the Cat, I made a story also based on the similar idea. (I blame the wild imagination.) Anyway, read and be Conan (As in detective conan who is a critic when it comes to arts!)
Starting Line
Never in my entire life… would this happened to me.
I mean! How is it possible that we're the same person! We are totally polar opposites! Even by gender! And the fact the Mephiles is trying to kill me, does not help at all.
Whoa, too ahead for you guys to understand what I'm ranting. So let's backtrack a bit.
It all started when…
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It is a cloudy day, probably with a chance of rain, and I took my time putting on my uniform. Once I finished with the last button, I pack everything I need for school and double check if I left any thing. When it's done, I pick up a comb and a hair tie, and then look at the mirror.
And looking back is a 17 year old girl, combing her long black hair into a ponytail. Eyes are in a dark shade of brown and… a little chubby though, even though I do exercises in the morning. Looking back at the clock, I see that I have thirty minutes before class and pretty much I don't mind being late. Picking up my bag and umbrella, in case it rain, I bid good bye to my parents and head off for class.
Oh yeah… you're probably wondering who I am… I'm Esen Garcia, welcome to my story.
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Upon arriving into school, I meet with a sight of the "Queen Bee" and cheerleader captain, Salome, practicing with her groupies for the new cheer. She's the school bully in the female population and, surprisingly, there are no male bullies as the former all-girls college was starting to accept male students.
By the way, I'm in second year if you want to know.
Passing by silently and climbing up to the second floor is the Fine Arts Department, it's my course and my aim is to enter a gaming industry. Probably SE or Capcom (seriously, their Rockman games needs improving!), or maybe even SEGA. The plus side of this course is that the uniforms are different. Other courses where a white, dress uniform (seriously, converting us into nuns?) and the Fine Arts wears a gray-blue blouse and a navy slacks.
And I'm thankful for that because I hate skirts.
Moving on…
Walking inside, I met a group of girls painting and sketching on their canvas for an art contest, which I have no interest on joining. Passing thru them, I went my usual seat and pull out a finished art project out of my bag. Once I passed it to the professor and he gave me the next project to make, I sit back on my table and pull out my cellphone and earphones.
Hey, when you live in a third-world country, not anybody can afford an Apple product.
Also I pull out a notebook full of my sketches, and let time pass till the next class and then head out.
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Once the boring thing is over, AKA school, I step out of the gate only to duck at an incoming huge foam board. "Hey! Watch it!" I yelped.
"Sorry Esen!" an elder brunet woman shouts in apology as she and the other teachers…
Who was she again? E… Ela… Oh right, she's Prof. Eli, she moves into his college at the same time I first enrolled here. I forgot her full name but she didn't mind being called Eli, though. Anyway, I look at her and the other teachers strangely one they placed the decorations on the sides of the gate.
"Um… ma'am, why are you and the other teachers are setting those? Isn't it suppose to be the job of the maintenance or sorts?" I asked.
"A ha ha… Well, the maintenance forgot to set it up a week ago, so we helped them on rushing it for the sport fest." she replied.
Oh, it seems I also nearly forgot that we have a sport festival going on here on Friday. I'll definitely have to sit that one out, when…
"ESEN!" a female voice shouts, which cause me to bid to the teacher good-bye quickly and run off. These are probably the only lines I heard from them before getting into a jeepney :
"Darn it!"
"Couldn't convince her into the concert?"
"The singer is worse, you know."
How many times do I have to tell that girl that I have stage fright?
After that, the jeepney drives off my favorite place.
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Correction, I took about three jeepney rides to get to this park. Still the air here is crisp and clean, making my mind clear of problems and lie down on the ant-free grass. And then sighs... if only this world is simple, then problems wouldn't exist.
What kind of problem you asked? Many: families, school, my future but the most worse is my habit of lying to my family. Why do I lie? Because: 1. I don't want people to be breathing down my neck, 2. Doing 20-20 questions and long talks actually irritates me and 3. I would rather shoulder the burden myself than share the problems. My family has too many problems of their own, mainly financial and finding a new house after the flood incident 2 years ago.
If you are wondering where we lived, we live with my dad's sisters who he never get along well.
Anyway, with all this problems, I would rather run away from all this… but I love my family so much that it ties me down. They look at me as if their last hope of escaping poverty…
In short term, the world is run by money, my family are clinging on me and I'm unhappy.
But seeing nature relax me a bit and count the mangoes on a tree… till one hit me on the forehead. "ARGH!" I yelped and then glared at the yellow fruit, and then stomping it out of annoyance in the process. Rubbing my forehead and wiping out the gooey bits of the mango, I notices that the sky have turn indigo and orange mixture.
I really do hate curfew… even though I'm a college student, my parents are still that strict. Grabbing my bag, I'm about to head home when I suddenly trip on something and fell on the front.
Then I glared at the very thing that trip me.
Silver: Cliffhanger! I wonder what did she trip on? And now the judgement is on your hand. For flamer, watch out for backfires from Blaze.