So this is my first ever fan fiction so if it's awful, don't hesitate to comment and tell me why. So please. Please don't be hardcore mean. Okay.
Chapter 1- I never really knew her nor have I ever spoken to her, but I've seen her plenty. She's not your average high school girl. She's no where near average actually. She was beyond in her looks. She surpassed practically every cheerleader there ever lived. Everyone wanted to talk to her or just make one little eye contact. Everyone wanted to know her thoughts, her actions, and her feelings, but no one ever actually wanted to get to get to know her. She was quiet as a mouse. She didn't even try to socialize with people. Even when she knew that the popular girls wanted her in their clique or the jocks wanted her for themselves. Her name was Celia Fang. When you first see her you'd think she was some type of model. Her personality, no one knows. She's as mysterious as she can get. When you see her around school, you'd notice something. She's always dressed in black.
You're wondering who's narrating this right now, huh? Well I'm Isaac, Isaac Watson. I'm British, but I moved to Boulder City, Nevada...Where the Hoover Dam is. I would love to travel just to get out of this high temp. weather. So back to what I was saying. Rumors has it that Celia goes out and hooks up with married man for the money. I don't believe one thing they say. Celia has perfect score on her academics and she's rather sporty. So tell me, Why would she go out and be a hooker while she's such a perfect angel on campus. Then again, people has a dark side and some people already show their dark side. If I was given the chance to just get in contact with her, I would take it in a heartbeat. If I could just greet her and she does the same back, I'd obviously died and went to heaven. If I could have smile at me for no reason, I'd beg for that to happen. If we could just have those silly phone conversations, I'd be the happiest man on earth. What I didn't know was that time was gonna come hurtling towards me like a meteor.
Chapter 2- Step Step Step I listen as the footsteps grew louder and faster. I turn my head to the direction and there I saw her. Her light hair bouncing as she ran furiously. I saw her lips were moving and yet I never heard a sound out of it. Wait, Why is she running towards me?! BAM! Now I think I know what she was saying. "What the hell man? Do you not understand the word move?" She questioned as she was rubbing her head. "There she is!" A man, who seemed at least 6 feet, pointed in our direction. Two guys started taking off in hopes of catching both of us. "Damn. C'mon!" Celia muttered in my ears as she stood up, took hold of my hand, and ran off. When I say she's sporty, I'm not exaggerating one bit. This girl can run a whole mile under 6 minutes. I didn't know where we were going, but I was hoping to god that it was close because I cannot take another second running this speedily. I was nearly out of breath when wage finally reached a point. We were at the park. This park was your ordinary park. It has slides, swings, and monkey bars, but what was so special about this park now is that I'm here with Celia Fang and am holding her ice cold tiny hands. For a girl with small hands, she has quite the grip. I was practically gasping for oxygen as she good there watching me. "What...are...we...doing...here?" I struggle to get out. She took my hand as I was trying to retrieve it back and looked at her. She dragged me towards the slide. "Lay down on the slide." Her voice was angelic and soothing, like a melody. I obeyed her command and laid myself down. The next thing she did was surprising. She laid on top of me. She covered my mouth and bent her head down. Step Step Step I stare at her as the footsteps stop. My eyes widen and she put a finger up and made a shhh sign. I nod and wait as the footsteps speed up and fade out in to the midst. She raises her head and looks around. She stood up and lowered her hand. "Who were they?" I asked. I know it's not not my business, but I can't help being nosy. She eyes me and sighs. I can tell that she doesn't plan to talk about it nor does she want to be with me. "They're just these guys that have been chasing me around for years now." She says hesitantly. I debate on whether to ask why, but then realize I'd only be bothering her. "You can ask you know?" "Why were they chasing you!" I ask in a rush. She backed up a bit and chuckled. "Their boss took an interest in me and I'm not the type of girl into romance." She sighs. Ouch. That hurt like hell. I guess I should just give up for her. "Oh. Well it's late. I'll walk you home." I say casually. "It's fine. I live nearby anyways. Well, bye." She smiles weakly and walks off. I don't want to be called a stalker nor a creeper, but I can't help it. I wait for a bit until I set off. I follow her for a bit and she was right, she lives nearby. Ding Dong-Knock Knock "Where have you been?!" I overhear a rough Italian accent yell. I could tell it was a man due to the rather lowness of the voice. "I was out. It's nothing serious." She says softly. The way she said it was rather filled with sadness. "Do you know what your mom would've said?!" The man yelled. What is going on in there? "MOM IS DEAD!! D-E-A-D DEAD! STOP BRINGING HER UP EVERY TIME WE ARGUE TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE THE GUILTY PARTY!!" I hear her yell. I start hearing sobs and what came next surprised me. SMACK My feet was aching to move and take her out, but I knew that just by doing that, I'd be putting myself in a tight spot. "Get in and go upstairs. Dinner is in the fridge if you want any." The man roughly says and pulls Celia in the house. What is going on there? I walk back home and was greeted by my mom baking her daily cakes. My mom was a baker and a great one at that. I wave my hand at my mom and walked back up to my room. Whatever was going on in there, I will do whatever I can to find out.
Chapter 3- As I was eating crepes for breakfast because my mom can't think of anything better to make. My dad drags himself down the stairs and sits groggily on the island chair. "Morning dad. Long day yesterday?" I say as I take a sip of the almond roasted hot cocoa my mom makes specially for me. "Tell me about it. Engineering can really twist and turn your body." He grumbles and takes his coffee. "Well I've gotta go. Bye mum, Bye dad" I kissed them goodbye as I hear my mum say Cheerio. She's British and my dad's American. I was 18 so I had my driver's license. I pulled out of our drive way and headed towards my school. It was 16 blocks away so I needed my car. As I was driving 30 mph, something caught my eye. What are you doing walking when school is 15 blocks away? I pull over and she eyes my car. I roll down the window and she stops and bend down. "Yes?" She says casually. I look at her face to see if there's any bruise or whatsoever, but I find none...Odd. "Get in. It's a long walk. Don't you have a car?" "Yeah I do. I guess the cold wind is refreshing." She smiles and takes a deep breath from her nose. She stares at my car and opens the passenger door. She sits and buckles up. "So whose your family?" I asked. I know the question obviously, but. It doesn't hurt to ask. "It's just my dad and I." She mutters as she's looking out the window. "Oh. Uh..I couldn't help, but follow you yesterday" I say lowly. "I know that. Apparently, you cannot take a step without crushing some leaves you know." She says. "I saw that too. What your dad did." I tell her. "That's not my dad." Was the last thing she said after she got out of the car. I rushed out of the car and was about to chase after her, but she was nowhere to be found. That's odd. €€€€€€€€ 6 Hours Later €€€€€€€€ RING RING RING I try and find Celia out in the parking lot, but there was no sign of her anywhere. I wait out for a few hours and yet sill nothing. I get in my car, start it, and drive off. I had no luck finding her in the streets so I just gave up for the day. I find my mom sitting on the kitchen island and looks at me. "Oh Isaac. I've been worried sick about you!" My mom ran over to hug me. "What's wrong mom?" I say. "Well on the news it said a teenager was severely injured by some 2 guys and thought it was you." "Don't worry mum. Well I've gotta start on my homework. Love you!" I say as I jump step to step on the stairs. I drop my things and slide my window up. I might see her, but I might not. I've decided to give up and close the window. As I finish my homework, I hear someone moaning outside. I open my window to see a badly wounded Celia. Oh shit! I ran down as fast as I could to the sidewalk and saw her. "Help..." She barely gasps. I look at her wound and examine it closely. It was deep, I'll tell you that. "So you were the one who got hurt? Wait it's no time for that. My parents can't see you, but here, I'll take you in. As I grasp her weak body and led her up to my room, something caught my eye, no blood was dripping and there was no blood on the sidewalk. Maybe she was injured longer than I thought. I placer her on my bed and stripped her out of her shirt. I grabbed some cotton balls and alcohol and started dabbing the alcohol cotton balls on her wound. She started scratching furiously on the wall, but that's expected. As I finish up with her wound, I hear my dad come in the house. "Thanks." She says weakly. I was wrapping her stomach and cleaning up. "It's fine. Go to sleep. I'll take the floor." I say and then we dozed off. I wake up it a ray of sunshine hitting me. I remember about Celia and look up to find the bed neat. Bathroom, Nope. Celia Fang was gone.