( I 'm sure you 've heard this a million clip, but please have patience with me to register all the text and all the serial publication. 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 hired hand at this. Please leave constructive criticism and do n't annotate saying you do n't get the taradiddle later on, because my answer will be you have n't read the altogether thing. Enjoy ! )

'' Hey fag ! ``

Well, what a wonderful way to start my starting time day at a new shoal. This was going to be a treat. Before prying eyes of supporter and cheerleaders alike I cowered, trying to think happy thought. It did n't act. Once the words left the motherfucker, the whole schoolroom erupted into downpour of laughter that turned my face florid.

Some did n't joke. Probably out of respect. Or the fact they did n't find SOB amusing. Whichever it was, I was glad that some people knew my positioning. Joining in the middle of initiative semester, when the cliques had formed, was the last matter I wanted to happen. castaway in this world of mainstream-ness, chinos, converse and snapbacks, I sheltered in the pernicious fact that my notional Prince Charming had killed everyone of the laughing rear end.

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

In reality, I was still gazing at my checkered pumps with the mismatched laces ; one green, one pink. The glister of one of the many chains hanging from my trouser caught my attention the way a spouter was attracted to a eloquent piece. My mom called me that.

'' My little magpie. ``, she used to coo whilst I huddled in her arms. That was a decade ago, and her comfortableness was long gone. Now, I had to face up this macrocosm alone.

At XV, bisexual, braces, five-seven and completely fucking weird, life was n't going too well. I still had n't made eye middleman with anyone in particular, but it was my commencement error in doing so.

'' What the roll in the hay is wrong with his eyes ? ``, shouted the son of a bitch again.

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

I was born with a genetic chromosomal mutation that has been passed down through my mother 's face of the family. It is known as Alexandria 's Genesis. With this consideration, my optic started as pale violet-blue when I was born. During pubescence, they darkened to royal purpleness, but now, they are rich plum in color. It looks like I 'm wearing inter-group communication lens system. And they cause me a never ending torrent of unhappiness.

Oh, but, they do n't do me any problems at all, actually. Not physically anyways. My eyesight is, and will remain to my death, twenty-twenty ; my immune organisation is one hundred and ninety percent more effective than the average human ; I can live twenty to fifty twelvemonth longer ; at the age of sixteen my aging rate will slow, then bar completely when I am forty.

There 's many benefit of the Genesis. But being a kid like me, abhorred by everyone, even my family, it 's downfalls override the reward by a average international mile.

My pale, melt off skin colour, raven black fuzz and tip frame 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 Wilkinson, manages to quiet the rabble which I am paying no attending to. Then it happens.

The regretful part aside my mutation. My name.

'' This, '', states the beaky char who is leaning so far over the table everyone aside me has a clear view into the abyss of her cleavage, `` Is our new student, Alice Gray. '' Fuck.

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

'' Enough ! ``, Wilkinson bellows. Wow. Her ex-pornstar appearing completely belies the animal within. I feel sorry for her hubby, or husbands. She seems that character of woman, but who am I to judge ? Her hawklike eyes scrutinize the class before her, silent and staring.

I then take the chance to gaze up again and honour my new schoolmate. None look exactly the nicest of chaps, and there seems to be only two cliques of girls ; sluts and goths. What the nooky ? Did they purposefully put me in this class so I had no one to mix with ? I suspect so.

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

lighting, honeycomb hair, with delicate trickles of pig black flowing through the right side, so perfect and yet odd, it looked as though person had taken a brush and painted it into the pallid gingerroot. Despite it being tied up loosely, it still trailed down his back, down the rear of his melanise shirt. The ivory tie hung loose around a slim, wan neck, the nab bones visible. He appears to be wearing chain trouser, similar to me, and devil dog boots with crumpled incline.

A silver stud belt glints at me from afar.

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

'' You can sit at the back, side by side to elixir. '' ... that name ... I almost stumbled forward in my attempt to play along guild, eyes still locked on those enticing sorry irises which belonged to the one named Elixir.

A smile crept onto his slim, pink lips. Alluring, but frightening too ... shag ... the desks are two-base hit. I have to sit literally next to him. Whatever god gives a damn about me, please do n't let me fart or do something stupid ... Please ...

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

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

Taking the slender digit and strong palm, we shook custody, and I replied with an almost grade voice, `` Alice. '' The grinning he cast me was enchanting, and of him I took in a million matter.

Through his right ear was an expander, in the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of a rose littered with thorns. Naturally thickheaded eyelash accentuated the brilliant bluing of his optic, which were shadowed a little by the sweeping position interference fringe, long enough to tie back, but he must experience his preference. Scooping away the honey colored hair and black strays, he kept gazing at me, and I stared mighty back.

His heart were the trap, and I was his rabbit. I was helpless in those greenish blue ocean, floundering and drowning in their beauty. I 'm such a halt romanticist. Fuck it. Eventually, he seemed to see that he had tortured his target enough, and looked back as Wilkinson began in that scratchy drone. Though the trapper had left his catch, it remained within the cage.

How could a simple like me fall so easily in beloved with a god like him ? But was it really roll in the hay ? Or just my way of describing awkwardness ?

One More glance at his graceful profile, one more longing look at those red-hot lips with melanize snakebites and I knew ...

It was definitely love ...