Unlikely Place of Comfort
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,596
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Unlikely Place of Comfort
Unlikely Place of Comfort
Ch.1: Zero’s
Have you ever felt the need to help someone, the urge to be there for them, to be their hero? Some are born with this instinct, the automatic response to save, heal, and to be there for someone, to everyone, the Hero Gene.
I call it the Zero Gene. All those stupid Hero’s get so much praise and are looked up to, it sickens me. It’s not even rare to have the stupid Zero Gene! In fact, we have so many Hero’s that it’s hard to find that one true Hero that is true to the gene.
What is rare is the V Gene. It is almost the total opposite of the Hero Gene. That’s why it has a ‘v’ for Villain. I am one of those rare few who have that V Gene, yet people who know I have it treat me like scum. I go to school just like any other kid with the Special Genes, and it’s not different than any other school system either, we still have homework, evil teachers, and that certain someone that we try to avoid.
I, Elenore Drakin, am 16 years old: my hair is long and black, but I normally have it up in a high pony tail. My eyes are a light gray; my mom says they look more like storm clouds. In all the years that I have been in school, my only friend and enemy has to be the only ‘Hero’ in the whole school and that ‘Hero’ is Simon Hallomen. The lean, blond, blue eyed boy had been in school with me since I could remember. The day I realized he was different than the other Zero’s, was in second grade…
As usual I was mean to the other kids. Simon had decided to play with me and I decided his curly gold locks needed a good tug. Instead of screaming and crying, Simon just giggled. Normally I hate the sound of giggling; I am more of a screaming, moaning, and begging for your life type of girl; but for some reason Simon’s giggle appealed to me. (Of course he doesn’t know that little detail.)
I had successfully avoided my nemesis through my sophomore year in high school, only seeing him at lunch and in the halls. But as I sat in the back of the class room, I realized that my Jr. year would be spent with him. Simon walked in the class, girls swooned, the guys hi-five him, then he saw me and immediately smiled. (I don’t know why he does that, he always does that!) He walked over to the empty desk next to me and asked, “Do you mind if I sit by you?”
This was annoying, not only did he know I didn’t want him to sit by me, but now the whole class was staring at us. “Yes, I do mind! Go sit somewhere else.”
“But there are no more empty desks.” He said as he sat at the desk anyway.
“Then sit on the floor!” I said through gritted teeth as the teacher came in. But it was too late, class had started and the seating list was being passed around.
I tried to ignore him through most of the class, but it wasn’t easy. He would ask me questions about the assignment and he wouldn’t stop until I answered. When he was done and the teacher was lecturing about our home work, I would catch him staring at me with those deep blue eyes of his. I could lie and say that it grossed me out, but I won’t. In fact it made my face hot and my heart race. I was glad when the bell rang, this sort of reaction wasn’t normal to me.
Simon followed me out of the class, “What are your next classes?” He asked with a friendly smile.
I rolled my eyes, “I’m not telling you. I just hope I don’t have anymore with you in them.”
Simon giggled, darn him. “Why are you so mean? Nevermind.” He said as I glared at him.
I turned into my next class and he followed. It was going to be a long day.
Ch.1: Zero’s
Have you ever felt the need to help someone, the urge to be there for them, to be their hero? Some are born with this instinct, the automatic response to save, heal, and to be there for someone, to everyone, the Hero Gene.
I call it the Zero Gene. All those stupid Hero’s get so much praise and are looked up to, it sickens me. It’s not even rare to have the stupid Zero Gene! In fact, we have so many Hero’s that it’s hard to find that one true Hero that is true to the gene.
What is rare is the V Gene. It is almost the total opposite of the Hero Gene. That’s why it has a ‘v’ for Villain. I am one of those rare few who have that V Gene, yet people who know I have it treat me like scum. I go to school just like any other kid with the Special Genes, and it’s not different than any other school system either, we still have homework, evil teachers, and that certain someone that we try to avoid.
I, Elenore Drakin, am 16 years old: my hair is long and black, but I normally have it up in a high pony tail. My eyes are a light gray; my mom says they look more like storm clouds. In all the years that I have been in school, my only friend and enemy has to be the only ‘Hero’ in the whole school and that ‘Hero’ is Simon Hallomen. The lean, blond, blue eyed boy had been in school with me since I could remember. The day I realized he was different than the other Zero’s, was in second grade…
As usual I was mean to the other kids. Simon had decided to play with me and I decided his curly gold locks needed a good tug. Instead of screaming and crying, Simon just giggled. Normally I hate the sound of giggling; I am more of a screaming, moaning, and begging for your life type of girl; but for some reason Simon’s giggle appealed to me. (Of course he doesn’t know that little detail.)
I had successfully avoided my nemesis through my sophomore year in high school, only seeing him at lunch and in the halls. But as I sat in the back of the class room, I realized that my Jr. year would be spent with him. Simon walked in the class, girls swooned, the guys hi-five him, then he saw me and immediately smiled. (I don’t know why he does that, he always does that!) He walked over to the empty desk next to me and asked, “Do you mind if I sit by you?”
This was annoying, not only did he know I didn’t want him to sit by me, but now the whole class was staring at us. “Yes, I do mind! Go sit somewhere else.”
“But there are no more empty desks.” He said as he sat at the desk anyway.
“Then sit on the floor!” I said through gritted teeth as the teacher came in. But it was too late, class had started and the seating list was being passed around.
I tried to ignore him through most of the class, but it wasn’t easy. He would ask me questions about the assignment and he wouldn’t stop until I answered. When he was done and the teacher was lecturing about our home work, I would catch him staring at me with those deep blue eyes of his. I could lie and say that it grossed me out, but I won’t. In fact it made my face hot and my heart race. I was glad when the bell rang, this sort of reaction wasn’t normal to me.
Simon followed me out of the class, “What are your next classes?” He asked with a friendly smile.
I rolled my eyes, “I’m not telling you. I just hope I don’t have anymore with you in them.”
Simon giggled, darn him. “Why are you so mean? Nevermind.” He said as I glared at him.
I turned into my next class and he followed. It was going to be a long day.