Ok, so i think I fixed everything, that needed to be fixed, thank for your comments,here is the new revised Glimmer with some added parts!
I always knew I was different, just how different never hit me until now. But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, I should start at the beginning since that's where all tales begin.
Please bare with me, it's a little scatter brained.
My name is Chessa Vaene, middle name unknown, it's actually Victoria and I hate it, makes me think of an old crotchety woman.
Like I said my name is Chessa, like “chess” with an “uhh...” at the end. I'm seventeen years old, a junior at my local high school, and invisible to the human, animal, amphibian, insect, and extra-terrestrial race.
My appearance towards people, is not only invisible, it's dull. Like my hair, you would be nice and call it a light golden brown, and I would call it the color of an old ugly tweed blazer. The style of my hair is a matter-of-fact, in style right now.
Couple inches below the shoulder, straight as a board, thick like my moms, and only shiny in the correct sunlight. A little mousy even, with a tiny stupid widow's peak, that doesn't know which way it wants to lay.
My eyes are the same color as my mom's, slate grey, only hers have more of a sparkle then mine do.
My nose is average, not a honker nor a button.
My lips, I sigh at the thought of them. My lips wold be something if I wanted to understand the meaning of lipstick or lip gloss, but I don't and so they remain pouty, full and rouge less.
I have a great body, breasts, waist and hips, are pretty decent, for a seventeen year old's standing.
But I hide behind old ratty jeans, and an endless supply of over-sized sweatshirts, preferably dark colors.
I'm pretty but guys for some reason don't see me.
You'll find out more about me, as the story goes on, but right now I have to start getting ready for another glorious day at Monarch Crest High School, in the cold and bitter town of Pointe Horizon, Maine.
“Chessa, love.” My mother's gentle voice called from far away. “It's time to get up, or you'll be late!”
Sitting up, I groaned, rubbing the sleep from my grey eyes. I could smell bacon coming from the kitchen, looking over at the bedside table, the digital clock read 5:45 a.m. Letting out a audible whine, I threw my comforter over my head and tried to fall back to sleep.
It was too early for school, I thought. Much to early, who has the brain power to work at this hour of the morning. I wondered, burrowing myself under the thick purple cover.
“Chessa!” my mom shouted, she was starting to sound pissed. “If you don't get up by the count of three, your going to regret it.
I made a face beneath the blanket, yes my mom still did the counting threat, you would think I was only five years old. She wishes, 'Life was easier when you were five.' my mother would tell me, as she started to remember the good old days.
“One!” she shouted, I could hear her rummaging through the drawers, her threat to scare me out of bed, it never worked. “Two!”
Leaving the fettle position I had contorted myself into, I swung my legs off the side of my queen size bed. “I'm up, I'm up!” I yelled, before she could get to three.
I heard her laugh, the rummaging stopped and all I could hear was the sizzle of the bacon.
Crazy woman, I thought going through my dresser drawers, finding a worn pair of blue jeans, a white tank top, a dark blue scoop neck long-sleeved shirt, and classic black converse high-tops.
Completely dressed, I reluctantly walked out of my room and headed towards the kitchen. Sitting down at the kitchen table, I annoying started to drum my fingers on the hard wooden table top.
My mother, Nilmandra Vaine, set down a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs. I dug in with as much enthusiasm as a fat man on his third piece of apple pie. Slowly chewing my mouth full, I watched my mom sit down across from me with a mug full of scalding black coffee.
I scrutinized her while she drank the disgusting muck, the Ethiopians and most Americans thought a good beverage.
She had mahogany colored hair, thick and wavy the softness and sheen of silk, her eyes were slightly tilted, beautiful slate grey eyes. Her nose was small and straight, her lips held their own natural cupids bow, a blush pink tint always held her cheeks. My mother was a very vivid and alive person, always laughing and smiling, unlike her somber daughter.
She was a little shorter then me, and weighed as much or less then me, her body- well lets just say that men gawked at her from her toes to her head, and they just looked at my boobs, when I don't wear sweatshirts. . . men.
“Chessa, quit dawdling, or your going to be late, again.” her soprano voice sang out.
I scowled, shoving my chair backwards I headed for the sink. “What does it matter?” I asked, wanting to toss the floral ceramic dishes into the sink, I was feeling destructive that morning. “Spring break is only two days away, and then after that freedom.”
Nilmandra sat there finishing up her cup of coffee, her perfectly shaped eyebrows, drawing together. I could tell she didn't want to hear my bitching, so I walked out, grabbed my messenger bag from the beige wing-backed chair, through on a chocolate brown zip-up hoodie, and stormed out of the house, making sure to slam the front door as hard as I could, I was feeling very destructive that morning.
Taking the keys to my moms black Mazda RX 8, from the pocket of her jacket, I stepped outside in the foggy smoggy Maine weather, trying to dodging raindrops. Turning the car on, the purring of the motor gave me goose bumps, I cranked the stereo up so loud that I was sure my ears would bleed, then I was on my way to hell, excuse me high school.
Walking from Precalculus to World History, I kept my head down, minding my own business. People didn't notice me, even though I had known them all since the second grade, I wasn't anything new, not a shiny new toy.
Occasionally people I sorta knew in the hallway, would say “Hi.” to be polite, but some nice girls like Holly Gardner, would stop and ask me how everything in my life was going, I would answer a straight 'good, or bad'
And other girls like Ashley Kennedy, would throw her nose up in the air at me, as I walked past her.
It didn't bother me either way, I'm like the color beige, people don't necessarily like beige. If you wanted to be nice in the way you were describing me, I guess you could say I was the color of oatmeal, everyone likes oatmeal, but not plain oatmeal. More like apple cinnamon, or maple brown sugar. But not plain oatmeal, or beige, or me.
I am bland to the human eye.
My personality didn't sparkle through, like a normal teenage girl. It only sparkled through when I was in my grease stained coveralls, under the hood of my pet project, that's when I was most happy, but not many people knew that I was a grease monkey.
By around this time I do have someone to walk me to my class rooms from day to day, and they should be arriving in 3...2...1!
“Chessa!” a deep sultry voice, cried out behind me.
Turning around, I smiled the first time that morning. Standing before me, were two of the greatest people in the world, my best friends forever and always.
The deep creamy voice, belonged to my Native-American friend, she was a Powhatan, claims to be a direct descendant of Pocahontas. Her name Chekotay Gray, but she prefers to be called Cherry, for short.
“Hey, Cherry.” I greeted her with a hug, we go way back, diapers maybe.
Next to greet me was little Irina Kolesnikov, or Rini for short. Rini's mother swore that she had blue blood in her, whatever that meant.
Both my friends were gorgeous, and I was pretty.
Rini was tiny petite, with spiral red curls, and light blue eyes.
Cherry on the other hand, towered over the boys at school, her hair was long and dark, her almond shaped eyes, were a deep brown.
After our quick but warm greeting, we set off to our next class.
“So Chessa, what are you doing after school today?” Rini asked, doing her best to keep up with Cherry and I as we headed off to World History.
Cherry snorted, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. “Rini, do you really have to ask?”
I smiled apprehensively with a shrug of my shoulders, so I was predictable what was wrong with that?
Rini let out a little moan, “Common Chessa, you can't seriously stay home every night working on the piece of junk you call a car.”
“Hey,” I snapped, a little peeved. “No slandering my car.”
Rini stuck her tongue out, as we approached the class room. “We'll continue this, after class.” she promised, going in the room.
We took our seats in Mr. Alan's World History class, Mr Alan was a pretty ok teacher, he wasn't weird like the P.E. Teacher Mrs. Snark.
He had a hook nose kinda like a hawk, beady brown eyes, salt and pepper hair, and about fifty years old. His lectures were ok, today's would be on the Roman Empire, one of my favorite times in history, so I would pay attention today.
I was an ok student, not an over achiever like Rini, nor a C student like Cherry, I was in the middle, only put enough effort in my work to pass with a B, nothing spectacular.
As Mr. Alan began in his monotone voice, I felt a chill crawl down my spine. I perked up looking to see if the AC was on, it wasn't, the heater was on though, and I thought it strange that I should feel a cold chill.
Totally forgetting about the cold spell, I settled down in my chair as my teacher began to speak on Caesar, one of my favorite people in history.
“Ugh!” Cherry groaned, picking up a tray in the crowded cafeteria. “Did any of you fall asleep in Mr. A's class?”
Rini shot her a fervent glance, she didn't approve of Cherry's laziness in school. She should really get over it, because Cherry wouldn't change, she only wanted to finish high school and get out of this little poedunk town.
Cherry wanted to became a photographer, she wanted to travel. She worked at her parents bookstore, and every penny she saved went towards her “Free Bird” fund.
I didn't like to think to much about the future, it put me in a deeper funk then I normally am in. I guess you could say, that it scared me to think to far in the future, I mean people are saying that in 2012 the world is going to end, I'd like to beg to differ, but it bugged me. I didn't like to think about tomorrow or the next minute or the next second, I was a here in this moment type of girl, went where ever the wind takes me.
I guess I got so caught up in my thoughts, that I stopped in the middle of the lunch line. I felt someone prod my back, I snapped out of my doom and gloom thoughts, and put them away for another time.
I paid for my orange juice, and found my two best friends bickering over something at our table in the back of the cafeteria.
I smiled at them, they were two of the greatest people that I knew, they were probably arguing over Cherry's grades, like I said before Rini liked to get A's or A+'s, she was an over achiever to the max. And she wanted everyone to do their hardest to be as great as she was in school.
I sat down across from them, at the little round table. Setting my brown paper sack on the table, I took out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and bit into it hungrily. There was nothing I liked more then a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and muscle cars.
Oh! I forgot to explain earlier, about my “junk of a car” Rini was talking about. You see I have a little pet project, everyday after school, I go home get into my grease stained coveralls and head out to the shed in our back yard, well I guess it's not a shed more like a garage, since it holds a 1967 Camaro SS, my baby.
When I had turned fifteen, my mom took me to a junkyard and told me I could have any car I wanted. And you would think that at fifteen I would be more into boys then cars, but like I said I was weird. I lived for cars, knew every car they ever made. I could tell you what year the car was, what model, who made it, and how much horsepower it had.
So at the junkyard it took me hours to find the car I wanted, and it was about sunset when I found my 1967 Camaro SS, it was love at first sight.
The car was rusty and a little beat up, but I knew I could fix it up and make it purr.
So that's what I did everyday after school, it drove Rini crazy, she liked to go shopping. I didn't mind going shopping, I had money to go shopping with. I got an allowance, of two-hundred dollars, every other week from my grandparents since I had turned sixteen. They also gave my mom money too, it wasn't a charity thing, they were just English Billionaire's, and had money to throw around.
The lunch bell rang, and almost everyone in the cafeteria groaned it sounded like. Looks like everyone hated school but Rini.
Rini and Cherry picked up their trays of uneaten lunch food, smiling at each other. So their feud had settled for now, but give it two hours and it should start up again.
Rini looked at me, as I crumbled up the brown sack. “You got your allowance today right?” she asked, following me to the trashcan. I nodded my head, seeing where this was going and that I had no way to get out of it. “Good, then we're going shopping.” she smiled she knew she had won.
“Sure.” I gave in.
“You guys will have to go without me, I've got to work.” Cherry said with mock sadness, she'd rather sit at the cash register at her parents book store and read traveling books then go shopping any day.
Walking out of the lunch room, we went our separate ways. Cherry and I went to P.E, and Rini set off for college level biology.
“I hate gym class,” I grumbled, pulling at my tiny gym shorts.
Cherry laughed her deep throaty laugh. “Perk up a little Chess, gym is fun!” she smiled, pulling her waist-length hair back in a pony.
I followed her out of the locker room, nervously tugging at my clothes. “Yea, it's fun for people who have hand eye coordination.” I snorted.
She shrugged her shoulders, giving up on me. “It's only dodge ball, we could be playing baseball out in the rain.” I heard a teasing tone in her voice.
Her like everyone else in the school remembered my last attempt at baseball. It had just rained the day before and the ground was still soggy, but evil Mrs. Snark forced us to go outside and play ball.
I grumbled a little bit, because I just don't like sports, I liked motors, and pistons, and horsepower. I didn't understand the concept of running around in a circle, in baseball, or running back and forth kicking a ball, in soccer. And I sure as hell didn't understand the love of getting run over by a refrigerator, in football.
So getting back to gym that one day, I was first up to bat, the first pitch went by so fast I had asked the pitcher if she would throw it already, she snickered and told me she had thrown it already.
“Oh,” I said, taking my stance again, the ball came slower and I smacked it so hard that my hands vibrated from impact. I stood there watching it soar, thinking to myself that maybe I could learn to love baseball. Then I heard Mrs. Snark yelling at me to move my ass, so I took off running, right to third base and then second and then first, and finally home. I jumped on the base, feeling on top of the world, now people might think differently about me.
I looked to the girls in the out field and they were all laying on their backs in the wet grass, laughing, hysterically laughing at me. I couldn't handle the jeering they were giving me so I took off, and hid in the locker room showers, that was the first time since fifth grade that I cried in school. Hours later Cherry came and got me, she took me home and beat anyone up who made fun of me the rest of the day.
Coming back to the present, I pretended to ignore my friends comment. “Let's just get this over with.” I muttered, walking to the basketball court, where dodge ball would be played.
The sound of a shrill whistle made me jump, I turned around.
Mrs. Snark, the woman might as well be a man in woman's clothing, with curly short hair a bulky body and a scowl plastered on her face, she was the devil in human form.
“Line up!” she shouted, in her man voice blowing the whistle again.
The fifteen of us lined up, like we were in the army, guts held in, eyes forward, backs straight.
She looked us up and down, squinting her eyes, I heard one girl chuckle, she must have seen the uni-brow that crowned our impossible teacher. Finally she stopped in front of someone down the line, the damned whistle blew again. “Kennedy! Your up!” she shouted handing the ball to my arch enemy, Ashley Kennedy.
I groaned inwardly, I could just see the blue eyed barbie, smiling maliciously tapping her red fingernails on the orange ball. Planning on who she was aiming at first. Me.
I ran over to Mrs. Snark, hoping to get out of gym today. “Uh...excuse me...Mrs. Snark?” I began.
She stood head and shoulders over me, watching the basketball court. “No excuses today Vaene, now get your butt on the court.” she said, not even looking at me once.
I sighed, turning around I went and stood by Cherry.
“Forty-five more minutes, you can last that long.” Cherry said encouragingly, bending her knees, she got ready.
“If I live that long.” I said under my breath, feeling like a deer caught in the head lights.
Ashley Kennedy, was a barbie if there ever was one. We had been friends from the second grade up until fifth grade, that's when she decided that boys were better then playing make-believe, I was crushed, and she was evil.
She was popular, a cheerleader, and I was me.
Things between us only got worse as we grew up, case closed.
But now as I'm standing here, I wish things were different, because I really didn't want to get knocked in the face with a bouncy ball.
Ashley paced back and forth her blue eyes locked on her target, she threw the ball as hard as she could. I heard people's sneakers scrap against the gym floor, as they dodged the on coming ball. But not me, I stood there and watched it come.
I'm pretty sure I heard Cherry yelling at me to duck, but of course I didn't.
I closed my eyes as the big orange ball hit me square in the face, I gasped feeling myself tumbling backwards. I crashed and burned, my butt hit the floor so hard I swear I heard my tail bone crack, my head smacked aganst the floor and might have bounced, I heard people screaming and whistles blowing.
“Bitch.” I breathed vindictively, as I closed my eyes, lights out.
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