Maybe Another Day
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,360
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
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Warning: Angst, abuse, violence and language. Reader beware, your not in for your typical fare.
Disclaimer: The characters within this story and the story itself are all the creations of my own over-active imagination. Any resemblence they bare therin to any real people is purely coincidental.
Summary: My life\'s not all that great, living in a small town with no friends and a whole lot of animosity directed at you does tend to make one antisocial and depressed, but after a strange twist of events I found myself attending a new high school with a clean slate. Rinna says I should make the best of things and stear clear of a certain red haired rocker with the strangest and most memorizing eyes I\'ve ever seen. Problem is, I\'m not sure I want to stay away.
Author\'s Notes: Okay, well believe it or not this story was heavily influenced by Weiss Kreuz, kinda. While coming up with a
unique storyline and orginal characters for a fanfic of Weiss my imagination went into over-drive. The fanfic would incorporate Crasher\'s Characters as well as the badies and the main protagonists. My main character was Alaric, but as the story grew in my mind, and strangely my dreams, I couldn\'t bare to make it a fanfic. The characters had their own lives, their own trama and personl touches to them that screamed for me to give them more notice. Eventually I realized that a fanfic was not where Alaric was meant to end up. And so now you have \"Maybe Another Day\" and its roots, so to speak. ^^;
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Maybe Another Day
by Joana Rodriguez
a.k.a Lady Dragon
Prologue
Another day, another attack of insane boredom, my life sucks. It’s always the same around here, the sun rises, people go to work, and I’m stuck here in this class, again. Math quite frankly, bites. This subject is supposed to be essential to any career I choose and helpful at that. I can’t possibly see myself utilizing the Pythagorean Theorem, or even solving some trivial problem such as: 3(5x^5+2a^1112b^6a^1)^3 when writing a novel. Yes, I plan to be an accomplished author someday. I published a collection of my poetry and prose a few years back, numerous copies were sold nation wide even. After thaknewknew my calling as an author was true, and not merely a dream of the delusional.
Alas not everyone was proud of my achievement. I wasn’t on the “Best Seller’s List” or anything, yet dislike, animosity and maybe, possibly a little bit of envy arose among the students of Glenn Middle school. Glenn is a small community where everyone knows everyone, where dating your cousin is an extremely likely scenario if one is not cautious. Glenn, you’re born to the town, but you never escape it.
I made the mistake of writing exactly how I felt about Glenn, and the people taking up residence in this oh-so-quaint Green Acres rip-off. My works dealt primarily with my hometown, my feeling towards this place and its people. I wrote it all in limericks, free verse and haikus; all of it, from the trapped feeling I have to the continuous ‘outcast’ life I’ve lead.
My Honor’s English teacher said I had talent, she encouraged me to try and publish my works, said I had a talent that could set me apart from the rest of the residents of Glenn, and possibly get me what I always wanted; a way out of Glenn. She was only half right. I did set myself apart from the rest of Glenn society, just not in the manner she had thought; as for finding a way out of Glenn, well no means had presented itself as of yet.
I made some cash from the books, and set up a savings account for myself, all in hopes of college being my way out. I’ve given up on any other way really. I wrote what I thought, and pissed a lot of people off in the process. I can count all my friends from Glenn on one hand, actually I don’t even need to count, jusrl mrl my fingers into a nice zero. Everyone’s animosity of me has grown, with the exception of my mother and my English teacher, Ms. Kaelain, even my younger sister and older brother detests my presence.
I know I brought this all onto myself, should have known to keep my fat trap shut; but I still have one question that continues to reverberate in my skull day and night. Is it really my fault I feel unsatisfied here?
In a way I’ve gotten a bit of a reprieve, or at least some anonymity. Middle School was hell, everyone knew me and despised me; high school didn’t look like a promising escape either. That is until the district lines were re-drawn due to an unforeseen tragedy. Glenn Dove High school, named after our town’s founder, was burned down during the summer of my freshmen year; and no I didn’t cause the fire, I happen to prefer words and books to violent and destructive action thank you very much.
Instead of trying to rebuild the high school from the foundation up and delaying the start of the school year, Glenn teenagers where enrolled at Macoon High. This of course meant a half-hour commute to school everyday, but hey it saved Glenn tax dollars, so it must be a good thing!
Surprisingly, many of my fellow classmates were greatly enthused at the news. Macoon high is located in the busy city of Donovan, so of course this meant some excitement and interesting prospecor mor many students. I was equally thrilled, but for entirely different reasons.
Going to school in Donovan meant no one knew me, or least didn’t give a rat’s rear-end anyway. Macoon High would also be a chance to escape Glenn, if only for a couple of hours a day. The prospects combined were enough to have me nearly singing for joy.
That was until I set foot into this blasted math class that is.
“Alaric Schatten, kindly stop your daydreaming and show the class how to solve problem number seventy-four from your textbook, since you feel superior enough to daydream while your fellow classmates studiously follow along.”
I glance down at the open textbook before me and silently groan. The woman would pick the only problem that managed to give me pause for thought last night.
So the problem gave me a bit of a challenge, so what. It wasn’t anything I couldn’t figure out. I just didn’t like being in front of the class, I abhorred attention being drawn to me.
Determined not to let her get the best of me I picked up the text book and walked to the front of the room, taking the piece of chalk she held out to me as I passed. Everyone’s attention was focused on me, including a pair of jade eyes that seemed to continuously smirk at me.
Turning my back to the class and the tedious stares I began writing the problem on the board, followed by the step-by-step method I chose to solve it, and finally my answer. Never one to give the teacher room to criticize, at least not when it was at my expense, I quickly wrote the solution check to the left of the problem and stepped back to run critical eyes over it once more. Nothing was out of placed, no number flipped, no lost signs, no missing exponents, everything was as it should be. Closing the book I stepped back and allowed the teacher as well as the class have a look at it.
Mrs. Oishikawa stood there a moment, her mouth hanging open in stunned disbelief. Apparently since the rest of the class couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of multiplying exponents and fractions she had assumed that neither could I; her mistake.
“Ii desu ne.”
The woman muttered, slipping back into her native tongue a moment before tossing what would have been a harsh glare at me, had I not grown up with worse from my father.
“Mr. Schatten has just demonstrated the exact procedure and technique that I have been mptimpting, in vain, for the rest of you to comprehend.” Hard obsidian eyes raked over the students, causing everyone to flinch back and shrink into their seats; well nearly everyone that is. A certain green-eyed menace just sat in his chair smirking at the antics of his classmates, before winking conspiratiously at me.
“You may take your seat now,” The teacher said turning briefly to me before returning that angered and fevered glare back towards the rest of the class. “As for the rest of you, take out a blank sheet of paper, one number two pencil, calculators are not allowed; its time for a pop quiz.”
As I take my seat I can feel the weight of that emerald gaze as it follows me from across the room. The eerie feeling sends a shiver down my spine, but I suppress showing it visibly. Without turning around I know that Lirit Grinsel is watching me, and frankly that’s just too scary of an action to acknowledge. The fact that nearly everywhere I go I can feel that careful gaze following me only adds to my discomfort.
My name is Alaric Schatten, and welcome to my life. Should you become bored with it and seek an immediate release from said hell hole, please proceed in an orderly fashion to the nearest exit; just be sure to tell me how to get out of here as well.
End Prologue
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So what say everyone? I know it dosn\'t seem like much but I swear the plot dragons will kick it into over time.
Just some mild foot notes.
Schatten Alaric\'s last name is German for \'shadow(s)\'
Lirit Lirit\'s first name is Hebrew and means \'musical grace\'
Alaric Alaric\'s name is German for \'he who rules\'
Nanashi - http://www21.brinkster.com/myladydragon
FictionPress.net - pen: Lady Dragon
AdultFanFiction.net - pen: LadyDragon
DeviantArt - http://www.lady-dragon.deviantart.com
Warning: Angst, abuse, violence and language. Reader beware, your not in for your typical fare.
Disclaimer: The characters within this story and the story itself are all the creations of my own over-active imagination. Any resemblence they bare therin to any real people is purely coincidental.
Summary: My life\'s not all that great, living in a small town with no friends and a whole lot of animosity directed at you does tend to make one antisocial and depressed, but after a strange twist of events I found myself attending a new high school with a clean slate. Rinna says I should make the best of things and stear clear of a certain red haired rocker with the strangest and most memorizing eyes I\'ve ever seen. Problem is, I\'m not sure I want to stay away.
Author\'s Notes: Okay, well believe it or not this story was heavily influenced by Weiss Kreuz, kinda. While coming up with a
unique storyline and orginal characters for a fanfic of Weiss my imagination went into over-drive. The fanfic would incorporate Crasher\'s Characters as well as the badies and the main protagonists. My main character was Alaric, but as the story grew in my mind, and strangely my dreams, I couldn\'t bare to make it a fanfic. The characters had their own lives, their own trama and personl touches to them that screamed for me to give them more notice. Eventually I realized that a fanfic was not where Alaric was meant to end up. And so now you have \"Maybe Another Day\" and its roots, so to speak. ^^;
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by Joana Rodriguez
a.k.a Lady Dragon
Prologue
Another day, another attack of insane boredom, my life sucks. It’s always the same around here, the sun rises, people go to work, and I’m stuck here in this class, again. Math quite frankly, bites. This subject is supposed to be essential to any career I choose and helpful at that. I can’t possibly see myself utilizing the Pythagorean Theorem, or even solving some trivial problem such as: 3(5x^5+2a^1112b^6a^1)^3 when writing a novel. Yes, I plan to be an accomplished author someday. I published a collection of my poetry and prose a few years back, numerous copies were sold nation wide even. After thaknewknew my calling as an author was true, and not merely a dream of the delusional.
Alas not everyone was proud of my achievement. I wasn’t on the “Best Seller’s List” or anything, yet dislike, animosity and maybe, possibly a little bit of envy arose among the students of Glenn Middle school. Glenn is a small community where everyone knows everyone, where dating your cousin is an extremely likely scenario if one is not cautious. Glenn, you’re born to the town, but you never escape it.
I made the mistake of writing exactly how I felt about Glenn, and the people taking up residence in this oh-so-quaint Green Acres rip-off. My works dealt primarily with my hometown, my feeling towards this place and its people. I wrote it all in limericks, free verse and haikus; all of it, from the trapped feeling I have to the continuous ‘outcast’ life I’ve lead.
My Honor’s English teacher said I had talent, she encouraged me to try and publish my works, said I had a talent that could set me apart from the rest of the residents of Glenn, and possibly get me what I always wanted; a way out of Glenn. She was only half right. I did set myself apart from the rest of Glenn society, just not in the manner she had thought; as for finding a way out of Glenn, well no means had presented itself as of yet.
I made some cash from the books, and set up a savings account for myself, all in hopes of college being my way out. I’ve given up on any other way really. I wrote what I thought, and pissed a lot of people off in the process. I can count all my friends from Glenn on one hand, actually I don’t even need to count, jusrl mrl my fingers into a nice zero. Everyone’s animosity of me has grown, with the exception of my mother and my English teacher, Ms. Kaelain, even my younger sister and older brother detests my presence.
I know I brought this all onto myself, should have known to keep my fat trap shut; but I still have one question that continues to reverberate in my skull day and night. Is it really my fault I feel unsatisfied here?
In a way I’ve gotten a bit of a reprieve, or at least some anonymity. Middle School was hell, everyone knew me and despised me; high school didn’t look like a promising escape either. That is until the district lines were re-drawn due to an unforeseen tragedy. Glenn Dove High school, named after our town’s founder, was burned down during the summer of my freshmen year; and no I didn’t cause the fire, I happen to prefer words and books to violent and destructive action thank you very much.
Instead of trying to rebuild the high school from the foundation up and delaying the start of the school year, Glenn teenagers where enrolled at Macoon High. This of course meant a half-hour commute to school everyday, but hey it saved Glenn tax dollars, so it must be a good thing!
Surprisingly, many of my fellow classmates were greatly enthused at the news. Macoon high is located in the busy city of Donovan, so of course this meant some excitement and interesting prospecor mor many students. I was equally thrilled, but for entirely different reasons.
Going to school in Donovan meant no one knew me, or least didn’t give a rat’s rear-end anyway. Macoon High would also be a chance to escape Glenn, if only for a couple of hours a day. The prospects combined were enough to have me nearly singing for joy.
That was until I set foot into this blasted math class that is.
“Alaric Schatten, kindly stop your daydreaming and show the class how to solve problem number seventy-four from your textbook, since you feel superior enough to daydream while your fellow classmates studiously follow along.”
I glance down at the open textbook before me and silently groan. The woman would pick the only problem that managed to give me pause for thought last night.
So the problem gave me a bit of a challenge, so what. It wasn’t anything I couldn’t figure out. I just didn’t like being in front of the class, I abhorred attention being drawn to me.
Determined not to let her get the best of me I picked up the text book and walked to the front of the room, taking the piece of chalk she held out to me as I passed. Everyone’s attention was focused on me, including a pair of jade eyes that seemed to continuously smirk at me.
Turning my back to the class and the tedious stares I began writing the problem on the board, followed by the step-by-step method I chose to solve it, and finally my answer. Never one to give the teacher room to criticize, at least not when it was at my expense, I quickly wrote the solution check to the left of the problem and stepped back to run critical eyes over it once more. Nothing was out of placed, no number flipped, no lost signs, no missing exponents, everything was as it should be. Closing the book I stepped back and allowed the teacher as well as the class have a look at it.
Mrs. Oishikawa stood there a moment, her mouth hanging open in stunned disbelief. Apparently since the rest of the class couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of multiplying exponents and fractions she had assumed that neither could I; her mistake.
“Ii desu ne.”
The woman muttered, slipping back into her native tongue a moment before tossing what would have been a harsh glare at me, had I not grown up with worse from my father.
“Mr. Schatten has just demonstrated the exact procedure and technique that I have been mptimpting, in vain, for the rest of you to comprehend.” Hard obsidian eyes raked over the students, causing everyone to flinch back and shrink into their seats; well nearly everyone that is. A certain green-eyed menace just sat in his chair smirking at the antics of his classmates, before winking conspiratiously at me.
“You may take your seat now,” The teacher said turning briefly to me before returning that angered and fevered glare back towards the rest of the class. “As for the rest of you, take out a blank sheet of paper, one number two pencil, calculators are not allowed; its time for a pop quiz.”
As I take my seat I can feel the weight of that emerald gaze as it follows me from across the room. The eerie feeling sends a shiver down my spine, but I suppress showing it visibly. Without turning around I know that Lirit Grinsel is watching me, and frankly that’s just too scary of an action to acknowledge. The fact that nearly everywhere I go I can feel that careful gaze following me only adds to my discomfort.
My name is Alaric Schatten, and welcome to my life. Should you become bored with it and seek an immediate release from said hell hole, please proceed in an orderly fashion to the nearest exit; just be sure to tell me how to get out of here as well.
End Prologue
*.•.*.•.*.•.* .•. *.•.* .•. *.•.* .•. *.•.* .•. *.•.* .•. *.•.* .•. *.•.* .•. *.•.* .•. *.•.* .•. *.•.* .•. *
So what say everyone? I know it dosn\'t seem like much but I swear the plot dragons will kick it into over time.
Just some mild foot notes.
Schatten Alaric\'s last name is German for \'shadow(s)\'
Lirit Lirit\'s first name is Hebrew and means \'musical grace\'
Alaric Alaric\'s name is German for \'he who rules\'