Chapter #1-The Musicians'(Fading)Misery
(3rd Person POV)
Tss Tss Clacki Clacka
The sound of a spray paint can could be heard as a figure in a dark red hoodie, gray jeans, some classic Vans and a avocado green colored beanie stepped back and admired the handiwork he had just finished creating.
A man which could be described as a *cholo** complete outfit of tank top, tattoos, shorts some Converse sneakers and ankle high socks, was facing another figure as a pistol laid in his hand, smoke pouring out of it, indicating it had just been fired. Across from that figure another one (slightly familiar to the one with a pistol in hand) was on the ground dead as blood poured from his chest and a machete lay on the ground next to him.*
The figure snapped back to admiring his handiwork, it was probably the only thing that kept him alive. Mentally mind you, ever since his father had died in a firefight between two gangs when he was only ten. Graffiti to him was like a connection to his father who was a painter, not an artist more of a hire to paint a house or fence, whichever comes first.
He chuckled at that thought, back in his old neighborhood the neighbors wanted him to be a painter to or an artist, he hated painting like all the way to his core. Having to watch paint dry was like the most boring thing let alone you were the one who plastered the colored paste onto the wall. The figure then grabbed a messenger bag next to his left foot and dropped the spray paint can in his hand inside the bag, zipped it up and walked away from the red faded colored brick wall. A small pang of guilt sparked on his chest as he thought of who probably owned that store would be horrified at the sight of their own business being vandalized.
***
The figure walked the the empty street, to which he found strange mostly about like the entire day these streets were always covered with people, kids, teenagers and couples walking from school. But now in this perspective it looked desolate,lonely and abandoned. He figured, no one cares about him, even the freaking universe was working against him for God's sake but worse than that was not even his own mother. She was just a stupid woman with no intention of raising kids, to her he was snotty nosed brat. She was a woman that his father met in a bar, long story short he knocked her up and had not him but his brother, his brother Micheal.
He was two years older than him, he was in college. He had fun times with his brother running away from cops, dogs and flirting with girls, to him his brother was someone he could count on to be a shoulder to cry on after something that was tragic.
"Micheal where on earth are you at this very moment?" He mentally slapped himself at the fact of asking a stupid question. He was in Manehattan University, and at this very moment he was either studying or out with friends.
***
(Dimitri's POV)
* Jingle Jingle*
I took out my keys and unlocked my door, I walked in shuffled my feet onto the doormat and then walked upstairs to my room. I didn't even bother to call out to my mother likely that she's either out with a random stranger or in shabby motel. I walked into my room, as usual it was a not such a mess situation, after all I was a rational teenager with responsibilities. I dropped my bag and and walked over to my bed and slammed into the soft cushion of clouds, my mother wasn't so bad, sometimes for example the bed was bought for me when she felt in a good mood, that was rare mostly she would stay in her room doing God knows what meanwhile I sat in my room doing homework or playing guitar.
Yes I do play guitar and damn good if I say so myself, it was a Fender acoustic guitar that was originally bought from a pawn shop, I believe I played so good that even the angels were jealous. But that's over exaggerating the truth, to be honest I played just fine, a few chords sure but still good. My brother Micheal played drums and I guitar, since we were little we wanted to be rockstars so when we were in our pre-teen years we bought our instruments. From then on we started our careers, or until he went to college.
I stood up from my bed and walked over to my bag, I opened it up and took out two pencils and 3 sheets of paper. I also liked to draw, I wasn't good but it helped me relieve some stress. I walked over to my nightstand and opened up the drawer that was attached to it, inside was a clipboard and a few other utensils like new guitar strings and other things. I took out the clipboard and slid the sheets of paper in and let go of the clip which then struck down and clasped the papers in place. I then sat on my bed and started to sketch out what I would draw, I did sketch but then I would just have models of either guys or girls I didn't have any inspiration whatsoever.
*** (9 hours of sleep later)***
Trrt Trrt Trrt Trr-
My hand slapped down on my digital alarm clock which shut off the annoying sound it makes. I then proceeded to sit up, yawn and stretch my arms to release my muscles from a tension. I got up from my bed and took in my surroundings, fluffy carpet, semi-messy room and to top it off a calendar that read AUGUST 28,2016:FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!
I stood up and groggily made my way to my phone, which in reality was a simple phone that had a simple plan. I turned it on from sleep mode and unplugged the charger from it, 100% it said, I looked at the date and it said August 28,2016 6:45 AM. I stared at the screen with a stupid face until the gears in my head stated turning. I put my phone down slowly on my desk and walked over to my drawers and pulled out a fresh white t-shirbb t and some Okuma jeans and changed out of my sleep ware into something decent, then strapped on my shoes and walked over to the desk again, picked up my phone then over to my bag, picked that up, thenwalked out of my room and down the stairs and out the door.
***
I felt the cold air as it slapped my face with its chilly greeting, I then started to shiver as the cold weather finally hit me hard.
"Canterlot...." I said in my mind.
Late summer sure but even during summer the weather seemed to drop degrees a bit, what I mean is that the summers are hot but every now and then the day would start fresh and cold, like today. Twenty bucks says that by the end of the day it'll be hot as hell.
I then took out my phone and went on the Internet to find my new school.....did I forget to mention that I'm new here? I think I did but that's for some other time, I looked up "Canterlot High" and it instantly came up as a well rated highschool, there were some 'strange events' there but it seems cool.
I then put my phone away and started walking towards school the one and only place I liked....yeah yeah laugh it up, and yes I do like school, I can get peace and quiet in the library and during lunch under an oak tree if possible.
I saw many people walk to school mostly seniors like me which in two semesters one after this one they'll be in college as for me, who knows? I may go to college like my brother or not, I guess I have to wait to see what life and God has in store for me.
As I walked I saw a certain girl who had rainbow hair, which is kind of strange, she was walking with a duffel bag in her grasp and was wearing a light blue skirt with a simple tee and just some long rockish type boots.
"Isn't she cold?" I asked out loud to no one in particular.
She then took a right and disappeared down a small street and down to what seemed like a boutique in the middle of other buildings. She went up to it and knocked a few times until another girl walked out, this one with violet like hair and small violet purse encrusted with what seemed like gems, like no lie, actual gems.
I turned my head foward and kept walking in the direction of the school, the directions weren't hard to read after all it only took me one glance and I could remember which street to go through and in what direction as well.
***
For whoever built this school, I give you kudos for that. The school itself is one large building that seems to have over maybe 200 classrooms, but Canterlot is a small town so it does explain a lot, which I guess is a bit of overkill...just maybe.
I walked inside and was instantly greeted with a warm welcome and a good vibe which slightly cheered me up. No offense here but call me paranoid but as I said I don't trust anyone with anything. Too many stabs in the back and you just fall back into a shell that to you is impenetrable to anything except what you think is true and those so called friends are the truth.
I automatically walked towards the main office in the direction right of me down a small hall while people checked their lockers and some chatted. This was nothing to the other schools I've been in...back where I grew up you needed a group or become an outcast, while here it seemed that everyone was everyone's friend. This experience isn't so bad then maybe I'll meet a friend here and get along.....until I move again.
I sighed deeply as I walked through the hall where no one payed attention to the new kid on the block...that thought of me moving again was enough for any hopes of getting any friends here to dash away from my mind. That was my life with my mother moving here make a few friends then move and never see them again, move somewhere else than making again friends than again and again until you just stop making friends to save people the pain of watching you leave.
***
*Knock Knock* "Hello, may I come in?" I asked as I knocked on the door of the principal's office.
"Come on in" I heard a voice say on the other side.
I turned the knob and instantly walked inside and removed my bag, sat down on a chair and place the bag on my left. The principal was a woman with rainbow like hair but like about 3 colors and looked like if it was constantly flowing in ethereal wind but it was just paused in mid air.
"Hi Principal" I said nervously.
"Oh, you were um..." she took time to think then said my name. "You were Dimitri the new student here at Canterlot High, I gave you an enrollment application last Friday right?"
I nodded.
"Good do you have it with you?" she asked again.
I reached over to my bag and took out a folder which was filled with a some notebook paper and the enrollment application. I slid the document out of the sleeve it was clasped on and handed it to...
"Principal Celestia" I said in my head as I read the name tag on her white vest jacket.
Once she had it in her hands she looked over it and a couple of "mhms and ok's" later and she put it down opened a drawer, took out a stamper and stamped on big red bold letters "APPROVED."
"Ok that settles that I just have to input you into the system and since Canterlot is its own school district for miles you'll automatically be enrolled here" she said as she typed on a nearby computer on her desk.
"That's great!" I said with joy. In fact that wasn't even me I have no clue why I said that....something in this school just takes some stress of my chest that it feels good. It's like a vibe that won't let go until I feel happy...and it's working.
"That's so nice to hear!" she exclaimed. "We don't usually get new students here until the seniors graduate."
I nodded with a smile.
"Aaaaaaannnd, there you go enrolled now we need to get your class schedule printed out and you'll be on your way to becoming a part of the Canterlot High family."
"Thanks Principal Celestia" I said again with a smile.
She opened a drawer and pulled out small card then she grabbed a pen and wrote a few words and signed it and handed it to me.
"This is a excuse slip to your first class it should start in a few minutes so you might be a tad late but show it to the teacher and she'll know why your late, ok?" she said.
"Um...yeah so where do I go to get my classes printed out?" I asked.
"Oh, yes silly me...you take a left out this door and three doors to the right is the attendance office, that's where you'll get your classes oh and tell them your the new student here" she said.
"Yes, ma'am" I said.
"Ok bye now take care!" she said as I walked out the door.
***
"....to the right and here it is" I mentally said the directions that Principal Celestia gave me.
I opened the door and walked in and went over to the desk to my right. I saw a staff member and tapped a small bell on the desk to get her attention.
She walked over and leaned on the counter and asked "What can I do ya' for?"
"Um..I'm Dimitri Kovhlosh, the new student here uh..Principal Celestia told me to get my class schedule printed out out here."
"Oh of course wait a quick moment please."
I looked around and saw tho right the window entrances a few kids walk by some running, I guess classes must start in few minutes or so. I spotted a small bench inside the office and took a seat and took of my bag, then just waited until I was called.
***15 minutes later***
I was on my phone playing a real time strategy game called War Frenzy which was basically a two player troop dispensing game. After getting the three medals and getting the MidXxFlar3xXwins on my screen I mentally cheered for myself as the staff member came back and cleared her throat to get my attention.
"Oh, sorry it's the game."
"It's alright so here is your schedule your seven minutes late to class but I'm pretty sure Celestia gave you a slip right?" the staff member asked.
"Yes she did." I answered.
"Good, that way you won't get in trouble" she said just as walked towards the door.
"Thanks also do you-."
As if reading my mind she said "History is on the second floor I think it's the sixth or seventh door just look out for the classroom numbers on the doors."
"Alright thanks miss..." I read her name tag. "Cheerilee."
"Anytime I also work in the library during third period until the end of lunch so if you need something like a book or class help come to me, okay?" she said.
I nodded and walked off into the hallway and went down the path I came from. I was pretty sure there were some stairs in the main entrance and it was logical that they led upstairs, I checked my class schedule and saw that History was room 156. As I was checking my schedule someone came running towards me and obviously slammed into the nearest object which was me, the first thing I saw was an orange haired guy who seemed to be surprised as I was.
"Oh shizz I didn't see you there are you ok?" I heard him say as he stretched out his hand.
I accepted his offer and he helped me up at which point I brushed some dust off myself and turned to face him. He had peach skin with short bright orange hair as I said before. He gave me a smile that said "I'm sorry" meanwhile I gave him one that's said "It's ok it was an accident."
"So uh why were you running?" I asked my totally badass (not really) social skills kicking in.
"I overslept so and my car was low on gas so I had to run it to get here on time, as you can see I guess I failed" he said.
I chuckled and asked "What's your name?"
Again I don't normally say things like that unless people ask me but it felt right.I guess I'm leveling up on my Charisma cause it went up by two as I got him to talk again.
"I'm Shard Storm" he said extending his hand.
"Dimitri Kovhlosh" I said as I shook his hand.
"That's a strange name but hey I don't judge."
"Likewise."
We started to go upstairs together and he asked me "What class you got right now?"
"History" I said bluntly.
"No way, I have History too!" he laughed.
"Nice" I said.
"Yeah, hey do you want to hang out during lunch or something?" he asked.
"Yeah that seems cool plus I know nothing about how things work here, I'm the new kid on the block you could say."
Oh your new?" I nodded. "You're gonna love it here it's a great school...at least I heard"
"I can tell."
We shared a good laugh and walked down the hall until we reached the classroom at which point we both walked inside and gave the teacher my slip and told her that Shard Storm was a friend that got lost and couldn't find his way. The teacher nodded and said she'll let this one slide and told Shard to get used to the school so he wouldn't get lost again.
After that little fiasco we both looked around to see which seats where available and after choosing them (we were a seat apart from a blonde haired girl) we quietly and patiently waited for the teacher for instructions.
"Hello class of 2017 and welcome to your first semester of your senior year, I hope you enjoy your semester and today we'll just relax its the first day so hang back and just talk with your friends or whatever....and no throwing paper airplanes!" the teacher stated.
A boy with a red shirt and fiery red hair who had a paper plane in his hand quickly stashed it in his pocket and whistled innocently while the the teacher gave him a death glare.
I distracted myself from that by taking out a notebook from my bag and opening it up to find what I believed where the worthy holy drawings that I have ever made. The first was my favorite a Spartan from Halo holding up an Assault Rifle in his hands, the second was a drawing of Frank West, Chuck Greene and Nick Ramos from the DeadRising series, each with a complementary weapon of my own creation, and finally was the girl of my dreams who had silky smooth hair, a beautiful smile and good body structure all with good boobs and legs and whatever it is that I find attractive. But what left me gawking at a imaginary girl was the eyes...just like diamonds each with a shine that I seemed to get lost in.
I sighed as I turned back to the other drawings until a tall (about a few inches taller than me a 5'6") passed by and stopped when he saw my drawings.
"Whoa dude you made these?" he asked pointing.
Internally I cursed myself for having a magnetic charismatic attitude, not that I had one to begin with, more of the one I'm developing.
"Uh yeah these are characters I drew from games that I like."
"Oh man these are cool so much talent, I could never draw some like these" he said.
"Actually neither am I" I said, him looking at me with a confused expression.
"What, no way that is talent right there!" he yelled in disagreement.
I still shook my head "I still need to learn proper alignment here and there, and maybe I'll get a little better."
"Wow, still these are good."
Thanks...I guess" I said. He walked away and sat down about 3 seats from me, I turned back to the drawings and flipped it the girl of my dreams picture. Ever have that moment where you wish someone would notice you? Yeah that's I how felt right now...unloved, not cared for and basically like a guy who just got left by his wife.
"Yup life sucks right now" I said in my head.
***
*Clack*
Was the noise my tray did when I dropped it on the lunch table. I looked at my food and saw a fruit salad, granola yogurt and a celery stick...with peanut butter crackers. What? Celery and peanut butter is the greatest childhood food ever...if I had one.
"Hey! What are you here for an education and success or stupidity and failure?" A small voice in my head said, I sighed heavily and ripped off a piece of celery and placed it on top of a peanut butter cracker, then ate it....what else do you expect me to do? Sniff it?
I chewed as I looked at the table I was seated upon....things in my mind said "Lonley,Desperate,Dark, and Unloved." I hated those feelings but I've come to choose them as friends a long time ago....
"Hey!" I looked up to see Shard Storm coming my way.
....until now.
He placed his tray down and sat down and unwrapped his lunch. I smelled something familiar but I couldn't recall what it was smelled like Chicken flavoring.
He looked up from his lunch and said" What did you get?"
I was too distracted by the smell to hear but on instinct just said" Fruit salad with Celery and Peanut Butter."
"That's healthy...good choice" he said as he took the cover off a Thermos he pulled out, steam rose from it as he opened it. He unwrapped the rest of his lunch and I traced the smell to his lunch.
"No way it isn't.....is it?" I said in my head as I looked at his lunch.
He grabbed the Thermos full of hot water and poured it into a plastic cup of freshly unwrapped Ramen Instant Noodles. I sat there agape as he grabbed two chopsticks from his bag and stirred the already heated noodles. He then blew on them a bit to cool them off and picked up a hefty bunch and slipped them into his mouth not minding the heat of the hot noodles.
He bit off the extra strands left and chewed the other noodles before swallowing the rest. He looked up as he sucked in a single strand left on his lip.
"What?" he asked bewildered why I was staring at him in an odd manner.
"That is Ramen....right?" I said with a twitchy eyebrow.
"Um...yeah" he said. "Problem?"
"No-no it's just that Ramen is one of my favorite foods that I like" I said as I bit into my celery.
"Yknow I could've brought some more but I don't know I was going to meet a cool guy like you...so you can't blame for it." He said with an innocent smile.
