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Spirit Dreamers
First Day
The next morning, Isabella and I ran around our room in a rush. Getting ready to go out and enroll to our new school. Which was conveniently nearby our neighborhood, yay.
As soon as we were dressed and ready to go, we left with our mom. It only took a couple of minutes to get there by car, lucky us. The school looked pretty nice, which made me smile, since most school buildings in my eyes usually were built to lock you in and keep you in, as if it was juvie pretending to be a school. All dreary and tasteless. This school actually had colors of burgundy, gold, and red. A statue of their mascot (an ancient greek god), who stood right at the base of the school grounds.
“Wow.”
My sister and I said instantly, as soon as we got a clear view.
“Oooh, it's nice.”
My mom added.
“Yeah, it really is.”
I said, stepping out, making my way with Isabella by my side. My mom taking her sweet time keeping up.
We went up to the front desk, being greeted by an (unnatural) red headed, perky women. With an accent that sounded pretty okie.
“Hello there!” She added a cheerful smile “Welcome to Roseavel High, how may I help ya'll??”
“Yeah, hi. I'd like to enroll both of my daughters here.”
“Okay. Do ya'll have your transcripts with ya' and your birth certificates?”
“Yeah, I have everything you need in this folder. Here you go.”
My mom handed her a folder she's been hanging onto since the move.
“Thank you.”
Isabella and I became side tracked by walking around the office, reading the schools history and their amazing mascot, Achilles. The Greek god of the Trojan war. Who was in vincible through battle and any man who he came across him was no match for his indestructible body, no weaknesses found but one. His heel was his only weakness that Alexandros, a warrior who went through great lengths to end Achilles existence, from a simple arrow; one that was possibly poisoned.
This history gave me much more respect for Roseavel High, reading on of how their school is invincible as Achilles was, though he died; he died with honor and admirers.
After a while of going through the steps of enrolling, taking our school ID's, receiving our ID numbers to memorize, and our schedules for our classes; the kind women lead us to our first class that had started not too long ago.
“Alright you guys, I'll see you after school then.”
Was our mom’s way of saying bye. Bell and I nodded, giving out lazy “alright”'s and hand motions her way.
“This way, ladies.”
The front desk women said, holding the door open for us.
Since Isabella's class was closer to the office, she showed her which room to head into.
“Bye, Bell.”
“Bye, Malean.”
We gave each other a meaningful gaze, adding waves, with hesitation masking our expressions somewhat concerned, not wanting to separate so soon in a big new place.
Then the redhead sent me over to my classroom. I felt that it was pure luck that we were still able to pick out cool elective classes before it was too late. My first class was Art. I wasn't into drawing or painting as much as the rest of my other siblings were, but it was either Art class or Band class. The thought of carrying around heavy instruments didn't quite catch my interest.
“And here we are.”
She said as she opened the door to my new classroom. I dreaded this part the most from being late to any class. Every students head had turned to my direction; all eyes were on me now. I tried to ignore all the weird stares.
“Hello Misses, Fracas. And who is this young lady here?”
The Art teacher asked as he came to greet me.
“Hello Mr, Alvolen. This is your new student, Malean Bolanco. Her and her family just moved down here from California!”
“Oh really??”
“Yeah! So, she's real new to Colorado, so ya'll be super nice to her, ya' hear??”
She eyed the entire classroom. I chuckled nervously. It was kind of her, but I really didn't want this type of attention on my first day of school...especially if it was in a whole new place.
Mr, Alvolen slightly laughed, nodded and said.
“Yes, we'll all be sure to treat her well.”
“Good. I'll see ya' later Mr, Alvolen.”
“Yes, goodbye Misses, Fracas.”
“Bye sweetie, good luck!”
Misses Fracas said, waving goodbye to me as she walked out.
I politely smiled back,“Thank you, bye.”
I couldn't help but wave back. I appreciated adults like her, even though she was loud, she was kind and helpful.
“Well it's very nice to meet you, Malean. I'm Mr, Alvolen, as I'm sure you've heard from Misses, Fracas.” He chuckled as he continued “She might be a loud one, but she's one of the most coolest people you'll meet here at Roseavel High, including myself.” His smile was welcoming.
I chuckled and smiled, “Yeah, she was really nice. It's nice to meet you, sir.”
“And you and your family are from California, correct?”
I nodded “Yes.”
“Well then, welcome to Colorado, Malean. I hope you and your family enjoy it out here. It's very different from California, but Colorado has it's perks.” He smiled reassuringly.
“Heh, yeah it is, thank you.”
“Class, this is our new student, Malean Bolanco. I'm sure you all weren't able to ignore Misses Fracas warning about treating Malean nicely. So if any of you would like to give her any pointers or directions to her classes, that would be helpful.”
Some students smiled and nodded, while others ignored him.
“Okay Malean, since you just got here, you won't have to do anything for today, but it's your choice. I don't like to pressure my new students during their first day of school, especially if they came from another state, haha. We’re doing freestyle at the moment. Basically painting or sketching whatever comes to mind. So go on and have yourself a seat over at that empty chair and let me know if you need any help, okay?”
I nodded in understanding,“Okay, thank you.”
I placed my messenger bag on the back of the chair and sat down on the high stool. I still felt pretty awkward just sitting there, staring at the big blank canvas that sat in front of me on the wooden easel.
I slightly looked around me, noticing that everyone else was mostly using their paint brushes, painting things that I would never have been able to do.
I lightly sighed and grabbed my paint brush. I dipped it inside the red paint. The red seemed the most appealing at the time. I raised my arm, readying myself to begin painting; but I had no idea what to paint.
I slightly jumped from the sudden voice behind me.
“Do you need any help?”
I didn't need to turn completely to see who asked me this. Their stool was about four feet away from mine, placed in an angle where it was set right beside me.
I was taken aback when my eyes met his. He had shiny, longish, messy, straight, fine, and dirty blonde hair, a round and full face, a smooth complexion, delicate features, thinnish lips (pretty lips nonetheless), an arched forehead, but most of his feathery bangs hid it. He had a slender frame, a charming smile that covered his entire face, and long lashes that swept gracefully over his beautiful gray blue eyes.
His eyes were deep, pool-like and expressive. They were captivating and drawing me in...they were the most soulful and dreamy eyes I'd ever seen. The blue in his eyes seemed so hypnotic, as though I could stare at them for hours, get lost in them and still feel at peace, as you'd do staring at a vast ocean; overall his eyes made me want to melt. And his presence completed his outer beauty, giving off a dreaminess to his aura; as though he were truly to go to be true.
He wore a plaid blue button up shirt that had darker and lighter shades of blue, that made his eyes pop all the more, with a pair of dark denim jeans.
“....Umm...y-yeah, heh.”
I stuttered nervously, he was just so cute! Normally I'd say no to strangers who'd offer to help me, but I felt like I knew him somehow, and I wanted his attention.
His smile was warm and kind “Okay. Would you like me to show you how to start off?”
His alluring and soothing voice seemed so familiar to me. All I could do was nod. I've never been so dumbfounded in my life.
He stood up from his post and came by my side. His movements were graceful, smooth, soft, coordinated, and rhythmic; as though he were playing to his own tune.
“Here, you should try to position your hand more like this.”
When he came close to touching my hand, he changed his mind at the last minute and positioned his risk to show me instead. His hands looked artistic in a way, delicate and soft, which made me want to feel how soft they really were.
“Just try putting your risk more like this, so that way your paint brush has enough room to move whenever you make a paint stroke. And whatever comes to mind, just begin moving your hand, let the paint brush take over.”
“Ohh...I see now, thank you.” I smiled back like an idiot.
He returned the smile anyway, “Yeah, no problem...I'm Scott, nice to meet you.”
As soon as he said his name, tingles ran throughout my entire body.
“Nice to meet you...I'm Malean.”
We held each others gaze for a bit, but it felt much longer in my mind with how easy I was able to get lost in his gorgeous eyes. “...Well, I guess I should get back to work now, but if you ever need some help, just let me know.”
“Heh, okay, thanks.” I looked down sheepishly.
“Your welcome.” He smiled, obviously amused.
Scott went back to his seat, but I couldn't help but glance at him every now and then. I was now a nervous wreck. Thoughts popped into my mind. Was he going to watch me now, to see if I took his advice or not? Was he wondering if I was really an artist like everyone else in here? I bet I looked like such a tard when I was just sitting there, not doing anything...and now I probably still do...great.
I hated the feeling of looking like a moron, so I started painting curvy lines on the canvas, but when the school bell rang, I was instantly relieved, immediately putting the paint brush into the cup of water near me, and pulling on my backpack on as I stood up.
Scott smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile shyly back at him. I looked away, his cuteness was so overwhelming.
“Okay you guys, I'll see you all tomorrow morning. Hoped you enjoyed the class, Malean.”
“Yeah thanks, I did.”
“Good. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye.”
“Yeah, bye Mr, Alvolen.”
I walked out of the classroom in a rush. Trying to make enough distance from Scott and I. I still felt so flustered even though he wasn't sitting next to me anymore, but our encounter had me feeling funny and warm.
I pulled out my schedule to figure out which class I had next. It was Home EC class, but I had no idea which hall to head to in order to find it. So I stood there as every other student made their way in a rush to their next class.
I sighed, I was clearly lost and I hated the feeling. So I looked around me, trying to pick out a kind looking girl that was willing to give out some directions to a new girl.
I stopped a random girl that was walking past me.
“Excuse me, do you know where the Home EC class is at?”
“Oh yeah, just go down that hall” She pointed to the hall ahead of us on the left, “And keep walking till you see an open door with a picture of a guy wearing an apron.” She sent a smile my way as she continued walking on.
“Oh, okay, thank you.”
“Your welcome.”
This time I was one of the other students rushing to their next class. I made my way down towards the west hall and began jogging when I noticed that the crowds of students in the schools halls were almost emptied.
I looked at every door, searching for the picture that, that girl had described to me, and when I finally found it, I sighed, relieved that I had made it with time to spare and a nice empty table for myself.
Some of the students glanced at me, noticing that I was obviously new to their class, but I quickly sat down at the lonely table before anyone else could sit in it.
“Whew...”
I said to myself in a low voice.
My eyes slightly widen when I noticed that Scott was in the same class as me!
As soon as we were dressed and ready to go, we left with our mom. It only took a couple of minutes to get there by car, lucky us. The school looked pretty nice, which made me smile, since most school buildings in my eyes usually were built to lock you in and keep you in, as if it was juvie pretending to be a school. All dreary and tasteless. This school actually had colors of burgundy, gold, and red. A statue of their mascot (an ancient greek god), who stood right at the base of the school grounds.
“Wow.”
My sister and I said instantly, as soon as we got a clear view.
“Oooh, it's nice.”
My mom added.
“Yeah, it really is.”
I said, stepping out, making my way with Isabella by my side. My mom taking her sweet time keeping up.
We went up to the front desk, being greeted by an (unnatural) red headed, perky women. With an accent that sounded pretty okie.
“Hello there!” She added a cheerful smile “Welcome to Roseavel High, how may I help ya'll??”
“Yeah, hi. I'd like to enroll both of my daughters here.”
“Okay. Do ya'll have your transcripts with ya' and your birth certificates?”
“Yeah, I have everything you need in this folder. Here you go.”
My mom handed her a folder she's been hanging onto since the move.
“Thank you.”
Isabella and I became side tracked by walking around the office, reading the schools history and their amazing mascot, Achilles. The Greek god of the Trojan war. Who was in vincible through battle and any man who he came across him was no match for his indestructible body, no weaknesses found but one. His heel was his only weakness that Alexandros, a warrior who went through great lengths to end Achilles existence, from a simple arrow; one that was possibly poisoned.
This history gave me much more respect for Roseavel High, reading on of how their school is invincible as Achilles was, though he died; he died with honor and admirers.
After a while of going through the steps of enrolling, taking our school ID's, receiving our ID numbers to memorize, and our schedules for our classes; the kind women lead us to our first class that had started not too long ago.
“Alright you guys, I'll see you after school then.”
Was our mom’s way of saying bye. Bell and I nodded, giving out lazy “alright”'s and hand motions her way.
“This way, ladies.”
The front desk women said, holding the door open for us.
Since Isabella's class was closer to the office, she showed her which room to head into.
“Bye, Bell.”
“Bye, Malean.”
We gave each other a meaningful gaze, adding waves, with hesitation masking our expressions somewhat concerned, not wanting to separate so soon in a big new place.
Then the redhead sent me over to my classroom. I felt that it was pure luck that we were still able to pick out cool elective classes before it was too late. My first class was Art. I wasn't into drawing or painting as much as the rest of my other siblings were, but it was either Art class or Band class. The thought of carrying around heavy instruments didn't quite catch my interest.
“And here we are.”
She said as she opened the door to my new classroom. I dreaded this part the most from being late to any class. Every students head had turned to my direction; all eyes were on me now. I tried to ignore all the weird stares.
“Hello Misses, Fracas. And who is this young lady here?”
The Art teacher asked as he came to greet me.
“Hello Mr, Alvolen. This is your new student, Malean Bolanco. Her and her family just moved down here from California!”
“Oh really??”
“Yeah! So, she's real new to Colorado, so ya'll be super nice to her, ya' hear??”
She eyed the entire classroom. I chuckled nervously. It was kind of her, but I really didn't want this type of attention on my first day of school...especially if it was in a whole new place.
Mr, Alvolen slightly laughed, nodded and said.
“Yes, we'll all be sure to treat her well.”
“Good. I'll see ya' later Mr, Alvolen.”
“Yes, goodbye Misses, Fracas.”
“Bye sweetie, good luck!”
Misses Fracas said, waving goodbye to me as she walked out.
I politely smiled back,“Thank you, bye.”
I couldn't help but wave back. I appreciated adults like her, even though she was loud, she was kind and helpful.
“Well it's very nice to meet you, Malean. I'm Mr, Alvolen, as I'm sure you've heard from Misses, Fracas.” He chuckled as he continued “She might be a loud one, but she's one of the most coolest people you'll meet here at Roseavel High, including myself.” His smile was welcoming.
I chuckled and smiled, “Yeah, she was really nice. It's nice to meet you, sir.”
“And you and your family are from California, correct?”
I nodded “Yes.”
“Well then, welcome to Colorado, Malean. I hope you and your family enjoy it out here. It's very different from California, but Colorado has it's perks.” He smiled reassuringly.
“Heh, yeah it is, thank you.”
“Class, this is our new student, Malean Bolanco. I'm sure you all weren't able to ignore Misses Fracas warning about treating Malean nicely. So if any of you would like to give her any pointers or directions to her classes, that would be helpful.”
Some students smiled and nodded, while others ignored him.
“Okay Malean, since you just got here, you won't have to do anything for today, but it's your choice. I don't like to pressure my new students during their first day of school, especially if they came from another state, haha. We’re doing freestyle at the moment. Basically painting or sketching whatever comes to mind. So go on and have yourself a seat over at that empty chair and let me know if you need any help, okay?”
I nodded in understanding,“Okay, thank you.”
I placed my messenger bag on the back of the chair and sat down on the high stool. I still felt pretty awkward just sitting there, staring at the big blank canvas that sat in front of me on the wooden easel.
I slightly looked around me, noticing that everyone else was mostly using their paint brushes, painting things that I would never have been able to do.
I lightly sighed and grabbed my paint brush. I dipped it inside the red paint. The red seemed the most appealing at the time. I raised my arm, readying myself to begin painting; but I had no idea what to paint.
I slightly jumped from the sudden voice behind me.
“Do you need any help?”
I didn't need to turn completely to see who asked me this. Their stool was about four feet away from mine, placed in an angle where it was set right beside me.
I was taken aback when my eyes met his. He had shiny, longish, messy, straight, fine, and dirty blonde hair, a round and full face, a smooth complexion, delicate features, thinnish lips (pretty lips nonetheless), an arched forehead, but most of his feathery bangs hid it. He had a slender frame, a charming smile that covered his entire face, and long lashes that swept gracefully over his beautiful gray blue eyes.
His eyes were deep, pool-like and expressive. They were captivating and drawing me in...they were the most soulful and dreamy eyes I'd ever seen. The blue in his eyes seemed so hypnotic, as though I could stare at them for hours, get lost in them and still feel at peace, as you'd do staring at a vast ocean; overall his eyes made me want to melt. And his presence completed his outer beauty, giving off a dreaminess to his aura; as though he were truly to go to be true.
He wore a plaid blue button up shirt that had darker and lighter shades of blue, that made his eyes pop all the more, with a pair of dark denim jeans.
“....Umm...y-yeah, heh.”
I stuttered nervously, he was just so cute! Normally I'd say no to strangers who'd offer to help me, but I felt like I knew him somehow, and I wanted his attention.
His smile was warm and kind “Okay. Would you like me to show you how to start off?”
His alluring and soothing voice seemed so familiar to me. All I could do was nod. I've never been so dumbfounded in my life.
He stood up from his post and came by my side. His movements were graceful, smooth, soft, coordinated, and rhythmic; as though he were playing to his own tune.
“Here, you should try to position your hand more like this.”
When he came close to touching my hand, he changed his mind at the last minute and positioned his risk to show me instead. His hands looked artistic in a way, delicate and soft, which made me want to feel how soft they really were.
“Just try putting your risk more like this, so that way your paint brush has enough room to move whenever you make a paint stroke. And whatever comes to mind, just begin moving your hand, let the paint brush take over.”
“Ohh...I see now, thank you.” I smiled back like an idiot.
He returned the smile anyway, “Yeah, no problem...I'm Scott, nice to meet you.”
As soon as he said his name, tingles ran throughout my entire body.
“Nice to meet you...I'm Malean.”
We held each others gaze for a bit, but it felt much longer in my mind with how easy I was able to get lost in his gorgeous eyes. “...Well, I guess I should get back to work now, but if you ever need some help, just let me know.”
“Heh, okay, thanks.” I looked down sheepishly.
“Your welcome.” He smiled, obviously amused.
Scott went back to his seat, but I couldn't help but glance at him every now and then. I was now a nervous wreck. Thoughts popped into my mind. Was he going to watch me now, to see if I took his advice or not? Was he wondering if I was really an artist like everyone else in here? I bet I looked like such a tard when I was just sitting there, not doing anything...and now I probably still do...great.
I hated the feeling of looking like a moron, so I started painting curvy lines on the canvas, but when the school bell rang, I was instantly relieved, immediately putting the paint brush into the cup of water near me, and pulling on my backpack on as I stood up.
Scott smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile shyly back at him. I looked away, his cuteness was so overwhelming.
“Okay you guys, I'll see you all tomorrow morning. Hoped you enjoyed the class, Malean.”
“Yeah thanks, I did.”
“Good. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye.”
“Yeah, bye Mr, Alvolen.”
I walked out of the classroom in a rush. Trying to make enough distance from Scott and I. I still felt so flustered even though he wasn't sitting next to me anymore, but our encounter had me feeling funny and warm.
I pulled out my schedule to figure out which class I had next. It was Home EC class, but I had no idea which hall to head to in order to find it. So I stood there as every other student made their way in a rush to their next class.
I sighed, I was clearly lost and I hated the feeling. So I looked around me, trying to pick out a kind looking girl that was willing to give out some directions to a new girl.
I stopped a random girl that was walking past me.
“Excuse me, do you know where the Home EC class is at?”
“Oh yeah, just go down that hall” She pointed to the hall ahead of us on the left, “And keep walking till you see an open door with a picture of a guy wearing an apron.” She sent a smile my way as she continued walking on.
“Oh, okay, thank you.”
“Your welcome.”
This time I was one of the other students rushing to their next class. I made my way down towards the west hall and began jogging when I noticed that the crowds of students in the schools halls were almost emptied.
I looked at every door, searching for the picture that, that girl had described to me, and when I finally found it, I sighed, relieved that I had made it with time to spare and a nice empty table for myself.
Some of the students glanced at me, noticing that I was obviously new to their class, but I quickly sat down at the lonely table before anyone else could sit in it.
“Whew...”
I said to myself in a low voice.
My eyes slightly widen when I noticed that Scott was in the same class as me!
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Yeah, yeah. I know how long it's been since I last updated Spirit Dreamers, but now I have! :D Lol, but forgive me for the long wait. Trying to keep up with 2 stories is kinda a hassle.:/The next chapter won't be posted till I receive certain information from a couple of my friends (who are the main characters in this story, one of them being my aunt). But I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, since Scott (my boyfriend irl :D [real name won't be revealed] ) is in it.:3 Comments?