Falling In Color

Chapter 1

"Oh my God!", I screamed as my little demon brother Kyle mercilessly poured a bucket of water on me. "Hey, can't you let me sleep till 8 at least on a Saturday?", I groaned. The 10 year-old he-devil smirked and shouted, " It's a Tuesday!"."Oh no!"

My eyes widened and I took a look at the clock. 7:30 am. Okay, I have half an hour. I can do this.
Praying God to grant me tolerance for school and the obnoxious peers for 4 more days, I started getting ready for school. Quickly taking a shower and wearing sweat pants and a T shirt saying 'Me Sarcastic? Never' and waving good bye to my parents, I left for Winston High School in my car.

This is the daily painful ritual of me AKA Emma Adams your fellow nerd (who has a good social life) on devastating weekdays. Hey, I love school and learning, but the gossips and jerkish behavior of CERTAIN people really gets on my nerves. I want to spend my junior year in joy and with no distractions so I can pursue an engineering degree in electronics in college. I really want to get into a good college.

"Hey Em! Did you study for the calculus test today?", my best friend Amy asked me while pulling me into a hug. " Course I did", I said matter-of-factly rolling my eyes. I love Math. It's not judgemental and it holds no prejudice. You can solve a problem only if you have the potential and calibre. And every problem has a solution. Unlike life.

I smiled at her and she shrugged implying she forgot to do it. Typical Amy. She's sweet and shy but really forgetful when it gets to tests. She usually justifies by the- I really wanted to see only one episode of Friends. But I ended up seeing the whole season- reason. Well, I can totally understand that!

Then my other best friend- Claire. Claire is pretty cool with her confident personality and aura. Claire and I became best friends when I punched a guy in 5th grade while he was 'borrowing' (it was stealing, trust me) a bunch of fries from her lunch tray. She was the new girl and Amy and I immediately clicked with her.

How can anyone mess with someone else's food anyways?
Food and I held a sacred relationship. It made me unconditionally happy during the blacks and white of my life and I completely respect it by devouring it in large amounts. I eat a lot. Totally cool about it. My 5'6" frame was a tad bit affected by it but running took care of that.

So let me introduce you to the hell on earth- Winston High. Home of nerds like me, female dogs like Bethany and minions, callous football players with egos the size of Jupiter and beyond like Jake and his dwarfs (reverse psychology: They are giants) and others. I really don't know a lot of people though. I am content with my existing friends and the knowledge of other major people not to mess with.

We three had the first classes AP Physics and AP Chemistry together. Amy was aspiring to become a surgeon so she had biology later on. Claire was still unsure about her career but it was fine considering 2 years ahead of us.

Claire and I entered maths together in the third period. "Em, I really wanna go to the movies today. What should we watch? ", she asked. "Sure. Let's watch How to train your Dragon 3." , I said smiling at her hopefully.

" Nope! We watched an animated movie last time too. I want to watch something realistic. You promised that last time.", she said glaring at me.

"Oh Claire, Boss baby was completely realistic. That's exactly how I felt when Kyle was born. The creature invaded my house and stole my parents from me!", I said giving her my best puppy eye look which was completely irresistible. "No!", she shouted. Well that backfired. I wondered why she became immune to that look though.

Probably when I dragged her to pick my cousin from daycare and left her stranded with the a bunch of 5 year olds for 3 hours since I forgot to unlock the back door for her. Oh well. I hope it's a once in a blue moon occurence though.

Mr.Kingston entered the class and handed over the math test. I scrolled through. It was pretty simple. The integrations were simple, just a few substitutions were needed. I finished 10 minutes prior and handed over the sheet to him.

"Emma, I would like to talk to you regarding your math performance. You are the top student in with grade. I want you to go in Year 12 Specialist Math from tomorrow.", he said smiling at me. I beamed with joy and quickly thanked him and practically sprinted to lunch.

I walked into cafeteria thinking how today was turning out to be splendid. Amy and Claire joined me and we sat for lunch. I had pizza with pineapple topping today. I love it. News flash to all the people thinking I am nuts to eat it: Pineapple on pizza is equivalent to the awesomeness of the discovery of Hogwarts on earth (which I firmly believe is present somewhere in the universe. JK Rowling must've visited it to create a series so enthralling.) Simply saying, it's amazing.

" Yeah, that's what the rumours say.", Amy told Claire. I rolled my eyes at them and zoned out again. Claire nudged me and said, " Em, remember not to mess with Damon King. Rumour has it that he killed someone in a fight."" Sure, Claire.", I told her, not really bothering to know who he was. Any squealed, "But, he is so hot! I wonder how he could do something of that sort!" I laughed at her childishness and finished lunch.

Next was Art. My soulmate. My better half. My everything. I know I'm dramatic but I love to paint. I even got promoted to Year 12 Art this year so I didn't know anyone in class.

I entered the class to see that I was the first to enter. Sighing, I took out my sketchbook and started to draw and then paint a sunrise in the mountains. Class started soon after when Mrs. Lee started to explain textures and gradients. 5 minutes later, a guy entered the class. Mysterious. Handsome. Tall. To say he was gorgeous was an understatement. With bright blue oceanic mesmering eyes and the body of a Greek God with a pair of jeans and a white T shirt he confidently entered the classroom.

I broke out from the trance and focussed on my work in hand. Mrs. Lee gave him a curt nod and he sat on a desk right behind me.

By the end of the class, I finished my sunrise. I had painted hues of pink, purple, yellow, orange , red and sky blue. It looked alright. Sunrises motivated me to a fresh start from a dark past. We can't let the past guide us but we have to let it go and find solace through different flamboyant colors in life. These colors may symbolize milestones or people who act like torchbearers in our lives.

Taking my color palette and water beaker in my hand I started to get up from my desk. Suddenly a hand grabbed me and I shrieked. I went down dropping my color palette and beaker on someone you-know-who.