Raynes ish blog

My hand held a crumpled paper, my homeroom number. Unfortunately, I had been unable to make it to the office this morning and I had no idea where the room was. I also needed to get my class list and my books. My feet shuffled down the hallway catching a bit of attention. The first bell had already rung and I was late to homeroom, just great. I stopped at the end of the hall and peered around. The door to my right did not have a number and the one to the left was a janitors’ closet. I started to turn when the door to my right opened. A teacher stepped out into the hall and stared at her eyes for a moment.
“So, you must be Miss Naito. You are late,” The teacher remarked after getting her mind set.
“Yeah I’m sorry about that,” my eyes peered away “I got lost,” I stuttered.
“Well that is plenty alright. Come on in and introduce yourself,” She muttered happily and retreated back into the room. I started to shuffle in after her because the comment of introducing myself was something I had hoped to have avoided. I stepped in front of the class with my eyes glued to the floor.
“Class I would like you to meet our new student, Miss Naito,” The teacher gave an encouraging hand forward.
“Uh, Hi my name is Rayne Naito and I just moved here from” My eyes shifted to the class “North Caro-” I caught sight of the boy from the parking lot. He sat in the farthest back and he was staring at her intently. With that she heard a round of gasps; everyone had finally noticed her eyes. The urge to flee flooded through me but I kept still in front of the class. The teacher finally caught the hint.
“Well then, Rayne why don’t you take a seat in the back? There seems to be a spot open next to Cotey.
And Cotey, would you mind okay showing Rayne around to all of her classes?”
Cotey and I said in union, “Okay,” But the tone I gave was cold and his was a bit gentler.

I moved through the rows of desk to get to the back. From the looks on everybody’s faces they looked afraid for me. I did not understand what their problems were but whatever it was it was not too pleasant.My foot rounded into the seat and my body fell into the seat. I could feel eyes still on me but my face was facing the wooden desk. The teacher droned on with the morning announcements, but my eyes never left the desk. My mind wandered out of the class into one of my common day dreams.

I looked up from the desk but I was no longer in the classroom. Around me stood a vast forest which must be the Amazon jungle, but it did not matter because I was clearly lost. I started to turn but I was hit from behind, my body stumbled forward. I did not have time to react before it came at me again. Oh God, I am going to die and nobody is going to know what happened. Damn why did this have to happen to me? This time it hit me with enough force to knock me straight to the ground. I flipped onto my back and I screamed.

My body jerked into a standing position, my head flipped back and forth. I was back into the classroom with everyone staring at me. I could feel my face flash red with pure embarassment but still I sat back down with my head facing down with a shade of hair covering my face. Eyes were still staring and I could feel them but still I sat there. I was not going to give them the pleasure of my running out of the classroom, I was taught to take it like a man. In a figurative matter, of course. The eyes continued to stare until the teacher finally called the class to attention. After that, the class droned on but not once did I look up. The moment the bell dinged loudly I was out in a flash.

I was almost out of the commotion of the crowd before a hand clasp around my shoulder. My body whirled in reaction, I turned to face Cotey. He smiled slightly but looked offset.
"Hey, Rayne, are you alright? You gave the class quite a scare," His face was filled with contempt but his voice was cold as ice.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit of day dreaming gone bad. I haven't been sleeping well, I don't really like this place," The enviorment around me felt like Cotey's voice but harsher and it held no sign of contempt.
"Well, yeah... This place is quite weird. Nothing is as it seems..." He muttered almost silently. But I picked up every word without a single problem.
"What? What do you mean-"
He changed the subject quickly, "So what class do you have?"
"Oh, uh," I peered down at my class list and located the class.
"AP History,"
"Oh, so you're a brainiac like Elliot. I am not surprised!"
"Huh? What?.. Oh, oh yeah,"
"Yeah, so lets go find Elliot because he'll be able to show you to your classe," Cotey muttered.

He started down the hall torwards a large sum of kids. They all seemed to be crowded around a locker, or maybe it was a kid either way I could not tell. Cotey stood next to the group for a moment before he shoved his way through the middle. For a couple of minutes I just stood in the middle of the hall like an idiot. A couple of kids were staring at me but I completely ignored them. A moment later Cotey reappeared. But this time a boy followed him.

The boy had shaggy brown hair that just fell over his ears. His eyes were a dazzling faded emerald color but were partially covered by a shade of bangs. But it was his smile that really caught my attention, it was a full blast golden smile that might have made me go blind if a light shined off of it. My eyes followed through out him as his did the same. He wore lean faded blue jeans with a random band t-shirt. He was completely handsom, okay he was actually really hot.

Cotey looked back and forth from each other, "Rayne, this is Elliot. Elliot this is Rayne, she's in your AP History class and probably all of the other ones,"
I heard what Cotey said but my voice was caught in my throaght, not because I was shy but because I could not seem to say anything to this beautiful person. He just didn't seem human he was to perfect like I imagined an angel. But something was a little off, I just couldn't tell what.

Cotey cleared his throaght slightly and brought me back from my thoughts. It looked like her had done the same to Elliot to because his cheecks looked a bit inflamed.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. I'm Rayne and it's nice to meet you," I had a great urge to run into this strangers arms. Everything in my brain was telling me that he was safe and good even though I barely even knew him. (finish laterrrr)

I stood at the back of crowd attempting to get glimpse of either Ray or Elliot. Neither were in the big group of students, all of who were making me uncomfortable. But before I was able to turn I saw the girl on the motorcycle trip and start to fall. I didn’t think before I jumped in to save her from falling. Every pair of eyes turned to me and stared coldly. Every single one of their instincts had told them to hate me even though I was a great guy. But there I stood holding the new girl and being hated even more then usual.

She pushed away from me awkwardly as if she was ashamed of being helped. Or maybe it was just her common law instinct to back away even though I probably was less harmless then a fly. She muttered an almost silent “thanks” but I caught it. She brushed her pants off hastily before she finally looked at me. The moment I saw her eyes I gasped along with every other student. Her eyes shined in the dim morning light and gave off colors I didn’t think every existed. They were a rainbow of colors, so dazzling. It was an explosion hue, so amazing that I can barely describe what I am seeing. I didn’t even notice that her expression had gone from anger to embarrass while everyone stared.
“Damn it, I knew this would happen,” She muttered angrily. So her emotions were not very stable, at the drop of the hat she would go from one to another. Good thought to keep in mind.

She angrily pushed past every last one of us and ran full speed towards the school. Well, this school can surely have their moment. I listened for her foot steps as she stopped on the inside of the door. Her muted cries spread to my ears and I almost felt myself crying. Ugh, what was this girl doing to me? I barely even knew her and already she was mesmerizing the only creature that could do that to others.

I was going to go after her when someone grabbed my shoulder. His grip was strong and he wheeled me around with an ease.
“Hey Cotey! Where ya’ going? I’ve been looking for you an Elliot all morning,” Ray released my arm and patted down my crumpled shirt.
“I was…I was… Wait, you haven’t seen Elliot all morning. Damn, that kid is going to get us killed one of these days,” I muttered into the butt of my palm.
“You don’t think he’ll?” Ray used his hands to show the sign language symbol for bird, “Fly?”
He didn’t even need me to answer before we darted for the school. My feet glided over the ground with immense speed and Ray stayed right by my side. We were almost moving to fast to make it seem un-normal and it just happens that we passed by the girl from before. I couldn’t help but take a single glance at her, which almost sent me sailing into a group of students.

Within another instance we were up three flights of stairs and bursting through the emergency exit to the roof. It was bare except for pipes for ventilation and rocks that covered every surface. I peered up into the sky hoping to get glimpse of something that I could hear coming. About a second later, black feathers gleamed through the thin clouds of the sky. The feathers hung in the sky before they appeared out of the clouds with a body attached. Elliot dive bombed down to the roof of the building and landed with grace. He is such a good guy and what most people would call an angel, but what’s really funny is that he is actually an angel. But not one of the pure-blooded brats up in the sky he is a full bred fallen angel that came straight from the skies.

"Elliot! You idiot! What do you think you're doing?!?" I roared with all my might. I must have sounded like a lion with that roar; I might as well because I was ready to tear apart Elliot.
“Wow, Cotey I seriously have never heard you get so angry. Raymond, you owe me 20 bucks,” Elliot smiled with gleaming white teeth.
“Ah damn. I forgot about that… If I remembered the bet I would have told Cotey you were in the bathroom,” Ray mumbled while he pulled out an old beat up wallet.
“Ray! Don’t encourage him, he’s just lucky right now that I’m not kicking his ass,” I said through my teeth. I could feel the anger surge through me like a shiver that went down a human’s back. But, when I got angry I did not just get goose bumps I got fangs.
“Damn, Cotey, no need to go all vamp on us. I promise not to do it again,” Elliot crossed his fingers “Anyways what was with all the commotion in the parking lot. I could hear the whole uproar from about a mile away,” He muttered in attempt to change the subject. He knew just as much as I did that when I got angry I did not need to be taunted. Within a minute my teeth retracted into human form.
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The first bell clattered loudly as we all made it down the hallway. Ray and Elliot led off into one of the rooms; they were in the same homeroom which left me by myself. It did not bother me all that much because I was use to feeling lonely. I had only been lucky enough to find Ray and Elliot, who happened to be two of the most popular guys at school. I wandered down the corridor and entered the door at the end.

The class literally stopped mid-sentence to stare at me once more. The intense stares continued as I took my seat in the back. Yet again I was use to this kind of treatment. I was not really a hated guy it was just an instinct to stay away. However, there were a few in the class that were not repulsed by me but to fit in they acted the same as the others. I could always tell by the look in their eyes or the depression they went into when they saw my sad glares. At that point my day seemed to be one of the worst and I could only hope for it to get better.

Name: Rayne Naito
Age: 17
Race: Half Shapeshifter, but does not know it.
Bio: Un-needed at this point
Appearance: About 5”5 has moderate size sandy hair, that has a side bang that is usually always covering her right eye. Bright rainbow colored eyes, And is always in a pair of jeans and some kind of comfortable clothing.
Personality: Just figure it out by reading.

Name: Elliot Sato
Age: 18
Race: Fallen Angel
Bio: He was born in this town and has been going to this school forever (so he says) . He doesn’t have much going on that’s different from the normal, and he is on the soccer team (vice-captain). The truth to be told later...
Family: Younger 12 year old sister named Sari. A mother named Luanne and a father named Henry.
Appearance: About 5”8-9ish has shaggy brown hair that goes till around his ear. Green eyes that could dazzle you. He is always wearing his soccer uniform or just normal clothes.
Personality: He is quite nice and is friendly. He usually is one of the more shyer one around new people but is a lot of fun around his friends. But, he is not afraid to stand up for his friends or anyone for that matter. He is mostly the peace keeper.

Name: Raymond Ookami “Ray”
Age: 18
Race: Lycanthorpe
Bio: He grew up down South until he was about ten and then his parents moved up to Glacier valley because they wanted something different. So of course he went from a straight A student to a solid C average just to rebel against his parents. While that was going on his mother was being diagnosed with a serious cancer and would only last a couple more months. After his mother died his father took to drinking and basically beating on his children for doing something wrong.
Family: A drunk of a father named Tim, and a 15 year sister named Julie.
Appearance: About 5”10ish and has light blond hair. Alike his friend h has it around ears length or a little longer. He is always in what looks sort of like preppy clothing.
Personality: He is quite a snob to other people. He likes to play a lot of jokes and is very mischievous. He is really a great person once you are actually his friend or so he says. He is also the kind of person to ignore you if you are in trouble. Also he gets angered quite easily.

Name: Cotey Matsumoto
Age: 18
Race: Vampire/ shadow demon
Bio: Doesn’t really talk about it. All anybody ever found out is that his parents were no longer living with him.
Family: None.
Appearance: He is about 5”7-8ish and has sandy brown hair that looks similar to his friends. It goes down towards his ear and covers part of his face. He is normal so he wears really whatever he wants.
Personality: He is a very prominent person. He is not shy in the least bit and will talk to anyone. He is a friendly person, and very helpful too. He does not usually fight but is always quarreling with Raymond. He is also not afraid to fight for what he wants.

Blue: Unsure of use

August 31, 7:00 am

I found myself lying in the bedroom of my nightmares. For the past week I have been hoping that every time I fall asleep that I will awake from this nightmare and be in my peaceful bedroom. The bedroom that I covered with black and neon colors and designed with mismatched items. It was the room I grew to love and gave my special personality that I was to hide from everyone around me because no one accepted it, especially my parents. They always believed that I was to be a respectable young lady that had a footballer as a boyfriend and was the head cheerleader. They had believed in me to become the cliché bobble head girl who was a brat to everyone and who thought she was better then everyone. Well, I was always glad to disappoint my parents. With too much structure brought me into the crowd in which were the rejects and believed in free spirit. While others supported Juicy Couture, we supported vintage wreaks or clothing that were barely twenty bucks. Those were the people I missed, and I would be joining into a school that was made of those ludicrous bobble heads who believe fashion comes first. Oh yes, my life was becoming Hell.

My eyes glanced at the barren walls of my newly found Hell. My room was just how my parents always picturing me PINK. It was a princess pink, a color only a child of five would pick but here I was lying in a black bed in a light pink room. I really wish this was a nightmare. The sounds of my mother in the shower soared through the air and the loud sounds of my father snoring were louder then sin. I found myself just calmly staring at the ceiling but really focusing on what was going on in the world around me. I knew it must have been around 7amish because the sun was just barely over the turning trees and birds chirped harmoniously in the early morning. I heard the water stop in the bathroom next door and my mother strode by in her fluffy pink bathrobe. She stopped at my doorway and muttered a light Good morning even though I knew she didn’t mean it. She continued on until her footsteps became muddled with the sound of the bedroom door closing.


I pushed down the black comforter with minor effort and jumped off the bed. I stopped a few feet away and grabbed my head between my hands. My head pounded lightly and the echo of the birds shot furiously through my mind. I felt myself begin to shake before my knees gave out and I fell to the ground. By that point my mother had already darted down the hall and was by my side in a flash. I stared up into her cool emerald eyes and could feel myself fading. But it stopped and the sound of the birds faded off into the distance. I looked back to my mother and her expression had changed from fear into displeasure. The arms she used to wrap around me pulled away and once again she became distant from me. Her presence left the room and I supported enough energy to pull myself into a pair of my clothes and down the stairs.

For every time that I had an attack the doctors had given me a prescription of medicine. I didn’t actually know what was in the medicine but it happened to be a little tablet that was half green and half yellow. And every time I took one I got my energy back. My body was still in shock as I popped a single tablet into my mouth. I swallowed it back carelessly and automatically felt better. My body stopped shaking and I didn’t feel the need to fall over anymore. I whispered a good bye to my mother, somehow I just knew that she would hear it and sped out of the house.

I didn’t have a car even though my parents had begged me to drive one their older hybrids. Instead I drove in my own style. I had a sleek black Aprilia motorcycle that was beautifully crafted and drifted like a dream. When I bought this with my own money my parents began to flip out. My father was pretending to flip out; I could tell because he was admiring it before my mother found out and started screaming. She was basically in a hysterical fit because her daughter was not as normal as she had hoped. It still made me laugh every time I thought about how angry she was with the motorcycle. I pulled on a lime green helmet with the initials R. A. I. N. stamped to the side. It was kind of funny how my parents never noticed when they gave me my two middle names that it would spell out the word rain. I find it hypocritical of them, but what can I say? Parents can sometimes be like that.

The engine was half full as I sped through the streets of the small town. I kept glancing around expecting to see people stare at me like I was nuts to be on something so dangerous, but instead I got looks of pure admiration. Almost everyone in this town seemed to be different. It was like a dream come true and it scared the Hell out of me. The roads of the town were newly paved and led to various side streets. There was no high way for miles because the town was too small and way to far out in the valley. I felt the wisp of air brushing the parts of hair that fell just under the reach of the helmet. It felt nice to have this much room on a street without almost getting hit or getting pulled over. I might actually start liking this place a little more. I sped even faster until I caught glimpse of the school. My bike almost squealed straight to a stop and I could smell rubber burning, but I ignored it.

The school was straight out of a Goth’s vision. It stood three stories high with high arched doorways that seemed to gleam off of the sun. The building was made out of dark brown stones, which almost seemed black, and haunting the school ground. The place might have been pulled straight out England or it might have been a church at some point but it was the most eccentric building I had ever seen. This town would definitely grow on me.

A small driveway cut off from the street and a sign was planted next to it. "Student parking" it read and I pressed through. The drive way was as nicely paved as the all the roads in town and led down into a huge parking lot. It already had about 20 cars parked throughout the lot and kids were hanging all around. I continued down the small driveway, while my engine purred lightly. I took one of the farthest spots from the school so no one would block me in, but I ended up the center of attention. Before I was able to pull off my helmet a huge bunch of kids crowded up to my bike. They were all talking at once and it was actually quite annoying. They looked different somehow from the kids from my other school. I unhatched my helmet and swung my leg out into the crowd. Someone cried out from shock but I ignored. I tucked the helmet under the seat compartment and attempted to get through the crowd.

I made through most of the crowd before someone's foot got in front of my legs. I tripped forward and started to stumble through the end of the crowd.

Note: This whole story is under editing and adding. So if there is anything that sounds wrong or does not make sense (or just sounds like crap) please do not be afraid to tell me! I like critism and it is a lot of help.

Monday, August 23, 2008

I hate the feeling you get when you are pissed off at your parents, but you know you can't do anything about it. Well I definately have that, especially since my parents are making me move to this hick town in New Hampshire. I guess I am being a little too hard on the place since I have never been there. The place is actually called Glacier valley, even though there have not been any glaciers for I don’t know a million years? So yeah, I’m moving to this small rural area because my parents decided they wanted to open their own business.

But, I still don't understand why, they never even mentioned the fact that they wanted the buisness to grow. It all happened so suddenly, esepcially after I had some of the attacks. Last year, I had been sitting in class when I noticed an animal outside, it happened to have been a wolf but it reminded me much of a Husky. But after I took a look at it I went into mental shock and I had to be taken out of school. That was the first time it happened and after that it happened more commonly. However, it only happened after I had seen a certain animal, which is really strange. One time when it happened I could have even sworn that I saw gray hair on my hand but the doctors said I was hallucinating. I just wish I knew the real reason we were going here.

The one they gave me was that they wanted to go into the clothing industry, even though I don't know why the heck they would. They were never interested in industries like this one. Something must have hit them on the head to make them believe that this was their dream. They also said it would be good for me to get to know new people, yet again I do not know why. I have been going to the same school since pre-school and have gained all of three friends. So what? I like my friends and I had no intensions of leaving them. Why they heck don’t my parents understand? The only reason I never seemed to gain any friends is because people are afraid that I'll die someday with one of the attacks. They think that it will cause them too much heart break to see someone close to them die. Whatever... The fact of the matter is I don't give a crap... Everyone dies one day... It doesn't really matter to me if I go young or old.

Sorry, I have been ranting on about how my life stinks and I forgot to mention who I was. Hi, my name is Rayne Naito which is pronounced rain! Sorry sometimes people don't know how to pronounce my name, it gets me really pissed. Yeah, again I’m off topic. So I’m 17 years old almost 18 and I am a senior in High school. I use to go to Granville High, but now I’m off to some snooty private school called Glacier Academy. You would think they could be a little creative, but no.

I will be starting a school which is probably everything I have ever hated and anything I possibly could hate. And it is all because of my parents and their crazy dreams.. But I will make sure that this school will have a mark in history, something to make sure they remember when I leave. And so it begins…