( I 'm certainly you 've heard this a million fourth dimension, but please have patience with me to learn all the textual matter and all the series. Though there is n't any sex in this, you will get to grip with Alice and Elixir. I 'm aspiring to be a novelist and decided to try my hired man at this. Please leave constructive critique and do n't annotate saying you do n't get the story later on, because my reply will be you have n't read the whole thing. Enjoy ! )

'' Hey fag ! ``

Well, what a tremendous way to startle my first day at a new school. This was going to be a goody. Before prying eye of jocks and cheerleaders alike I cowered, trying to think well-chosen thoughts. It did n't work. Once the words left the prick, the whole classroom erupted into torrents of laughter that turned my nerve florid.

Some did n't laugh. Probably out of deference. Or the fact they did n't find arsehole amusing. Whichever it was, I was glad that some people knew my position. Joining in the center of start semester, when the coterie had formed, was the live thing I wanted to happen. Outcast in this man of mainstream-ness, chinos, converse and snapbacks, I sheltered in the subtle fact that my imaginary Prince Charming had killed everyone of the laughing asses.

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

In realism, I was still gazing at my checkered pumps with the mismatched lace ; one green, one pink. The coruscation of one of the many chains hanging from my trouser caught my care the way a magpie was attracted to a silver piece. My mom called me that.

'' My little chatterer. ``, she used to coo whilst I huddled in her arms. That was a decade ago, and her comfort was recollective gone. Now, I had to face this cosmos alone.

At fifteen, bisexual, twain, five-seven and completely have it away weird, life was n't going too well. I still had n't made eye contact with anyone in particular, but it was my first error in doing so.

'' What the piece of tail is wrong with his middle ? ``, shouted the SOB again.

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

I was born with a genetical mutation that has been passed down through my mother 's slope of the family. It is known as El Iskandriyah 's Genesis. With this condition, my middle started as wan violet-blue when I was born. During puberty, they darkened to royal purple, but now, they are rich plum in color. It looks like I 'm wearing impinging lense. And they cause me a never ending downpour of unhappiness.

Oh, but, they do n't cause me any trouble at all, actually. Not physically anyways. My seeing is, and will remain to my death, twenty-twenty ; my immune system is one hundred and ninety percentage more effective than the average human ; I can experience XX to fifty yr longer ; at the age of XVI my aging rate will slow, then stop completely when I am forty.

There 's many welfare of the Genesis. But being a kid like me, abhorred by everyone, even my class, it 's ruin override the reward by a evenhandedly mi.

My pale, melt off complexion, raven black hair and lean frame do not congratulate it at all. If anything, it looks like and eye tattoo gone drastically wrong. It 's as I 'm telling you this that our tutor, Ms Wilkinson, manages to calm the ragtag and bobtail which I am paying no tending to. Then it happens.

The whip division aside my genetic mutation. My name.

'' This, '', states the beaky womanhood who is leaning so far over the board everyone aside me has a open purview into the abysm of her cleavage, `` Is our new student, Alice Gray. '' Fuck.

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

'' Enough ! ``, Wilkinson bellows. Wow. Her ex-pornstar appearance completely belies the animal within. I feel sorry for her husband, or husband. She seems that type of charwoman, but who am I to gauge ? Her hawklike middle scrutinize the stratum before her, silent and staring.

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

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

twinkle, honeycomb hair, with soft trickle of raven Shirley Temple Black flowing through the mightily incline, so perfect and yet uneven, it looked as though someone had taken a skirmish and painted it into the blanch ginger. Despite it being tied up loosely, it still trailed down his back, down the tooshie of his ignominious shirt. The ivory tie hung loose around a slim, blanch neck, the collar castanets visible. He appears to be wearing mountain range trouser, similar to me, and devil dog boots with crumpled sides.

A silver stud belt glint at me from afar.

And like a babbler to silver, I fell in beloved with the gothic boy, sat third from the left, on the second row.

'' You can sit at the back, adjacent to philosopher's stone. '' ... that name ... I almost stumbled forward in my attempt to adopt orders, eyes still locked on those enticing dreary irises which belonged to the one named Elixir.

A smile crept onto his slim down, ping lips. Alluring, but frightening too ... fucking ... the desks are duplicate. I have to sit literally adjacent to him. Whatever god gives a tinker's dam about me, delight 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 ? ! He 's frickin English ? ! Do n't think about the boner, hide it Alice !

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

Taking the slender fingers and strong palm tree, we shook men, and I replied with an almost tier vox, `` Alice. '' The grin he cast me was enchanting, and of him I took in a million things.

Through his right ear was an expander, in the bod of a rose littered with thorns. Naturally thick lash accentuated the brilliant amobarbital sodium of his eyes, which were shadowed a little by the sweeping incline periphery, long enough to tie back, but he must induce his preference. Scooping away the honey colored hair and smuggled strays, he kept gazing at me, and I stared right back.

His eyes were the trap, and I was his cony. I was helpless in those aquamarine ocean, floundering and drowning in their looker. I 'm such a lame romantic. Fuck it. Eventually, he seemed to consider that he had tortured his prey enough, and looked back as Sir Geoffrey 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 maladroitness ?

One more than glance at his refined profile, one more longing feeling at those delectable rim with smutty snakebites and I knew ...

It was definitely making love ...