( I 'm sure you 've heard this a million times, but please have longanimity with me to take all the text edition and all the serial. Though there is n't any sex in this, you will get to grips with Alice and elixir. I 'm aspiring to be a novelist and decided to try my hand at this. Please leave constructive criticism and do n't comment saying you do n't get the report later on, because my answer will be you have n't read the whole thing. Enjoy ! )

'' Hey fag ! ``

Well, what a wonderful way to start my first day at a new school. This was going to be a treat. Before prying heart of suspensor and cheerleaders alike I cowered, trying to imagine happy thoughts. It did n't figure out. Once the words left the bastard, the whole classroom erupted into downpour of laugh that turned my cheek florid.

Some did n't laugh. Probably out of obedience. Or the fact they did n't determine assholes amusing. Whichever it was, I was glad that some multitude knew my position. Joining in the midriff of world-class semester, when the pack had formed, was the last thing I wanted to encounter. castaway in this world of mainstream-ness, chinos, converse and snapbacks, I sheltered in the subtle fact that my imaginary number Prince Charming had killed everyone of the laughing screw.

He had charged in with an AK47, blasted the bullshit out of them, kissed me discretely then left.

In reality, I was still gazing at my check pumps with the mismatched laces ; one honey oil, one garden pink. The scintillation of one of the many chains hanging from my pant caught my attention the way a prater was attracted to a silver art object. My mom called me that.

'' My short magpie. ``, she used to coo whilst I huddled in her weapon system. That was a decade ago, and her ease was longsighted gone. Now, I had to face this world alone.

At fifteen, epicene, duet, five-seven and completely fucking Weird, life-time was n't going too well. I still had n't made eye contact with anyone in particular, but it was my first misapprehension in doing so.

'' What the roll in the hay is wrong with his oculus ? ``, shouted the asshole again.

They all stared. They always do. Everyone does. And I hate it.

I was born with a hereditary mutation that has been passed down through my female parent 's side of the folk. It is known as Alexandria 's Genesis. With this circumstance, my eyes started as pale violet-blue when I was born. During pubescence, they darkened to royal purple, but now, they are robust plum in color. It looks like I 'm wearing contact lenses. And they cause me a never ending inundation of unhappiness.

Oh, but, they do n't do me any problem at all, actually. Not physically anyways. My eyesight is, and will remain to my expiry, twenty-twenty ; my immune system is one hundred and ninety percent more in effect than the medium human ; I can live twenty to fifty years longer ; at the age of sixteen my aging rate will slow, then stop completely when I am forty.

There 's many benefit of the Book of Genesis. But being a kid like me, abhorred by everyone, even my family, it 's downfalls override the advantage by a fairly land mile.

My pale, tenuous complexion, raven black whisker and tilt skeletal system do not compliment it at all. If anything, it looks like and eye tattoo gone drastically wrong. It 's as I 'm telling you this that our private instructor, Ms Sir Geoffrey Wilkinson, manages to settle down the mob which I am paying no attention to. Then it happens.

The risky portion aside my mutation. My name.

'' This, '', states the beaky woman who is leaning so far over the tabular array everyone aside me has a take in view into the abyss of her cleavage, `` Is our new scholarly person, Alice Gray. '' Fuck.

'' Alice ! ``, returned some of the assholes, chortling with merciless laughter.

'' Enough ! ``, Wilkinson bellows. Wow. Her ex-pornstar appearance completely belies the animal within. I feel sorry for her hubby, or husband. She seems that eccentric of woman, but who am I to judge ? Her hawklike eye scrutinize the family before her, mum and staring.

I then take the opportunity to gaze up again and observe my new classmates. None look exactly the nicest of blighter, and there seems to be only two inner circle of girlfriend ; sluts and churl. What the screwing ? Did they purposefully put me in this class so I had no one to mix with ? I suspect so.

Then, third from the left field on the back row, I see him ...

Christ Within, honeycomb pilus, with delicate trickles of Corvus corax black flowing through the rectify side, so pure and yet uneven, it looked as though individual had taken a coppice and painted it into the blanch gingerroot. Despite it being tied up loosely, it still trailed down his back, down the rear of his black shirt. The ivory tie hung loose around a slim, pale cervix, the collar bones visible. He appears to be wearing chain pant, standardised to me, and shipboard soldier charge with bent position.

A silver grey stud poker belt glint at me from afar.

And like a magpie to silver, I fell in love with the gothic boy, sat third from the left field, on the back row.

'' You can sit at the back, succeeding to Elixir. '' ... that name ... I almost stumbled forward in my try to follow orders, middle still locked on those enticing racy irises which belonged to the one named Elixir.

A smile crept onto his slim down, knock sassing. Alluring, but frightening too ... Fuck ... the desks are forked. I have to sit literally side by side to him. Whatever god gives a damn about me, please do n't let me break wind or do something stupid ... Please ...

'' Hi. '' God damnit his voice is so sexy. Low and lilting, and what 's this ? ! He 's English ? ! He 's frickin side ? ! Do n't opine about the boner, hide out it Alice !

'' Hey. ``, I reply awkwardly, slipping into the seat at his slope. Please leave the conversation there, I begged him in my mind, please please please ... No such fucking hope. Toward me he extended a hand clad in fingerless pitch-black gloves ; thank god. If he was wearing gloves perhaps he would n't observe how hot my paw was.

Taking the slender finger and strong decoration, we shook hired hand, and I replied with an almost tier vocalisation, `` Alice. '' The smile he cast me was enchanting, and of him I took in a million things.

Through his right ear was an expander, in the shape of a rose littered with sticker. Naturally thickheaded lashes accentuated the splendid blue of his eyes, which were shadowed a footling by the sweeping side fringe, long enough to tie back, but he must have his predilection. Scooping away the honey colored fuzz and black strays, he kept gazing at me, and I stared right hand back.

His center were the maw, and I was his rabbit. I was helpless in those aquamarine sea, floundering and drowning in their smasher. I 'm such a lame romanticist. Fuck it. Eventually, he seemed to look at that he had tortured his prey enough, and looked back as Wilkinson began in that scratchy monotone. Though the trapper had left his catch, it remained within the cage.

How could a simpleton like me fall so easily in love with a god like him ? But was it really love ? Or just my way of describing awkwardness ?

One more glance at his graceful profile, one More longing look at those luscious lips with melanise snakebites and I knew ...

It was definitely love ...