Tally

TALLY
Chapter One - Deal

Warning: i dont do good warnings so lets just say you\'v been warned the moment you clicked the tittle \"Tally\"

Walking up the dirt path to school my eyes roamed the school yard, it looked quite the same, like any other school.\"The first day is always hard\" mother had said no more then half an hour ago, how was I to get by when school was going to be my worst enemy.

Glancing back down at my feet, I gently picked at the strap hanging over my shoulder. I felt suddenly relieved that I now only carried my book bag over one shoulder rather then both, the odd weight gave me something other then school to think about.

Tally never did love her body, well to be more specific she never loved her weight. Standing at a mear 145 pounds and 5\'6 she wasn\'t exactly proud of herself. Although many people told her she was \'beautiful\' and that her features were wonderful, a guy never did
want a slightly over weight girlfriend.

Letting a sigh escape my willing lips I picked up the pace once the school bell rung, First day back and already late. I made my way up the concrete steps and threw the green double doors of Madison high. The walls were pristine, newly painted with a fresh coat of
white paint, the light green marble floors stretched in and out of classrooms, ending at the
walls of the hallways.

I kept my eyes glued to the green marble floors, my white sneakers squeaked on the sleek gleaming surface but I didn\'t take to care. My heart was thumping in my chest, my stomach tumbled and screeched with horror, the idea of turning to run away from all this invading my thoughts to the point where the combination gave me a throbbing headache. Before I knew it Tally had walked into the principles office, given her name to the secretary and had sat down as politely as any good mannered girl would have. I groaned, closing my eyes, this year was going to be hell.

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The door standing before me held me in place, bile came rushing at my throat before flushing back down with a steady breath. Clutching the door knob in my right hand I slowly jerked the door open, taking a peak from behind the wooden oak. About 25 desks all lined up in six rows came to me first, next came the loud bustling noises from within.

Just as I was about to take a finally step inside the bell took its finally ring silencing every student to their seat, eyes glued on me at that dreadful minute. The woman standing at the chalk board turned with a sneer at me, my guesses were she was to be my new homeroom teacher. When she opened her cold mouth and ordered this \'incopatant\' girl to take her seat, my second guess came to me that she wasn\'t going to be kind or sympathetic.

My face ignited in a hue of red as the classroom burst in a silent whisper of \"look at her\" and \"where the hell is she from, iv never seen someone that dark yet still that light!\". My Indian heritage always did manage to confuse folks, with my blue eyes and brown hair you\'d never guess me to be a mix between both Englishman and Indian.

I could feel their hot glares of hatred bearing into my back, I was tempted to take up my earlier offer the ditch this place when the classroom door suddenly burst open and a tall dark figure made his way inside the classroom to sit across from me as calm and cool as if he had done nothing wrong. I was astonished, the teacher didn\'t even budge, nor did she yell or sarcastically remark the students \'incompetence.\'

Later that day in lunch I was filled in with all the rumors about the mysterious boy in my homeroom, his name is Lance McCarran. He\'s known as a \'bad-boy\' yet his GPA was that even higher then even mine. The word around the Cafe is that Lance\'s father is the head of some large corp. industrialized in the late 1800s, meaning he is a rich and spoiled daddy\'s boy.

Mr. McCarran forces his son to be both athletic and intelligent, as they say, its better to be of both mind and body. And shit, if Lance didn\'t have a body to dream over then I don\'t know who the hell does. His thick blond hair stays long, longer then most boys in my grade. But the thing is, even at 6\'3 Lance was only 15, a year younger then me. Had he skipped a grade ahead? was he that smart?

I didn\'t eat much of my lunch, instead I tried my best to hear more into Lance but none came. Nothing about a girlfriend, nothing of a lover or crush, although girls did giggle and gasp when they told of how hot they thought he was. What suprised me most that day, was not a word was whispered about his weird way of act.

Lance plagued my mind even as I walked home, walked up the stairs to mama\'s two story estate, climbed the stairs to my bedroom and closed the door. My homework went untouched as I thought more into the matter of who or what lance was, he was different, that was a fact she couldn\'t shake.

I groaned when my door suddenly opened and my stepfather walked in, a smirk on his face. I never did favor my hentai \'papa,\' or so I was forced to call him. Papa\'s eye\'s roamed my almost bare body, my shirt had risen up my stomach, and my skirt fallen down to my underwear as I laid on my bed, knee\'s in mid air.

I narrowed my eyes before quickly sitting up, \"What do you want?!?\"


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