The Beginning of the Malevolent Cats
Hi guys! I wrote this in my spare time and I don't really know why. The main character is based off of me {A little too well, at that}. So, uhm. ENJOY, MY LITTLE CHIBI-DEARS!
If you want to know what Ed, Al and Envy look like, click:
here.
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I don't like diaries very much. They just give others another reason to snoop around in your bedroom and find all your secrets when you actually write them down in the diary. Well. Fine, then. I'm only writing in this because I found it in the attic and remembered that my dad had bought it for me, it was for my birthday four years ago. Before he died. That would make me sixteen now.
Yo, the name is Siobhan Katniss Grace. Yeah, I know, I didn't name myself. Nice to meetcha'. I have black hair and pale skin along with bright green eyes, the color of birch leaves in the summertime {or so my mother tells me}. I just think that they're weird. I'm a bit of a goth, though. Life for me isn't the best either. I'm also a loner. I don't really have any friends, or didn't anyway.
You see, I've recently moved. There is a part of me that is glad to have moved out of my old school, another that misses it (because scaring the bejesus out of boys by hissing at them with personal made vampire fangs that fit only on YOUR teeth specifically - and look real - really IS fun).
Well, I'd just like to tell you my story is all. Just to try out how being a "normal teenage girl" (how my mom phrased it) is and stuff. Y'know, and stuff.
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I had on black, ripped skinny jeans and a black Invader Zim t-shirt adorned my scrawny upper figure. Over the black t-shirt I had a black and green plaid hoodie on, it was just slightly too big for me. I gazed upon the image reflected back to me and then fixated my black square frames that had slipped to the bottom of my nose.
"Get your butt down here Si, your gonna be late sweetie!" My mother called from the kitchen.
I took one more full body glance-down in the mirror before grabbing my black backpack which had a bunch of "tree-hugger" and "Over the top use of the First Amendment" patches` sewn all over it. Don't forget the one skull keychain dangling from the bottom zipper. Of course, I picked it up with my black-painted-nail-hands. Hehe, black painted nail hands... If you couldn't really tell by now, I like black. No, not just like, love. With a burning passion.
"Coming mom!" I called back to the woman who waited downstairs {most likely hiding behind a wall, camera ready in hand because she's just cool like that. YEAH, REAL cool}.
Ugh. Frankly, I didn't want to school today. Not to be super girly or anything {which I'm NOT I'll have you mind}, but today my hair just wasn't working. My black bangs went outward to each side. The big deal, you ask? It looked like I had droopy kitty ears. From front AND back!
And to make things better? As soon as I stepped down on the first floor from my downward flight of stairs, my mother started laughing. Not just that, but crying. She wiped under one of her eyes as if in an act before saying the words that just MADE MY DAY WONDERFUL {insert eye rolling and sarcastic tone here}, "Why hello, Miss kitty-cat!"
I growled. I could do this because my mom and I's relationship wasn't very "mother and daughterly". Our relationship was just like two really, really, reallyreallyreally high on caffeine kind of sister relationshipness. Or something along those lines... Uhm. In other words? She's cool. Yup.
I snatched a piece of burnt toast from the toaster. "Jeez mom, you even burn stuff in the toaster!" Oh yeah, another thing I forget to mention about my mom? She can't cook. Even if it were to save her life.
She chirped out a happy laugh. I smiled, not seeing any camera around. "So... No camera?" I asked, smirking evilly... Slightly?
She quickly turned dark and shadowy in a kidding manor. "No, no, I've installed a video camera in your room this time! Bahahahahaa." She said, blurting out what she called an 'evil laugh'. Yeah...right. Sure it is mommy, sure it is.
I shoved the whole piece of toast in my mouth, swallowing whole, before gulping down the pre-poured glass of milk which I was pretty sure was drugged with something to make me happy because my MOM got it for me. I grabbed my bag and almost kicked the door down when I opened it to go outside. Good thing converse are small, if they happened to have been big combat boots, I think we might have been in a little trouble. Or at least the door-nob would have been, hehe door-surgey...nob surgery. Yeah, I'm done here.
"Bye honey!" My mom called from the kitchen and her burnt toast.
I trudged down to the edge of my extremely long driveway in the nick of time. My bus pulled to a stop and the gateway to hell opened. A young woman with hacked off man-hair looked at me with happy eyes. "Why hello there! I'm Ross! But you can call me Ross. You're new, right?" She asked, stating the obvious from her was funny.
"Uh...Yeeaahhhh." I replied in a bored tone, yawning for emphasis.
I stepped onto the bus and looked. I was the first one on. Wow. That's pretty funny and I had no idea why. I took a seat in the middle of the bus. I heard the bus-lady chuckle under her breathe but yet again had no idea why.
After a few minutes of driving, the bus came to another stop. I looked out the window at the two figures outside. One of them was kind of short, I suspected he was the younger brother? But of course, you could never tell. Y'know?
The taller boy had a young looking face with bright, round eyes and blonde-brown hair that was held in a ponytail. His clothing style was clean. He wore a blue collar shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and nice jeans. The other boy I had a hard time seeing because he was facing the opposite direction, but I could see his blonde hair was pulled back into a braid and he wore a red sweatshirt with a weird symbol printed on the back.
First, the taller boy stepped on the bus and said "good morning" to Bus-Lady {I decided that was her knew name}. Then, the shorter boy with the braid stepped on. I studied his features.
His eyes were a peculiar golden color and they were sharp and cat-like. Some of his golden hair didn't fit in the braid and fell to the sides, framing his face. He wore a tight black tank under his half zipped red sweatshirt and he wore black leather-like skinny jeans with one ripped knee along with the black converse that adorned his feet.
I felt my face get hot and looked away as quickly as possible. Of course, he noticed. Of course. Of ALL things on this dirty, disgusting bus of filth and filthiness. And the BEST of all? Yeah, he sat RIGHT behind me.
He threw his backpack next to him on the bus seat and leaned forward to my seat where I gawked at him with a "WTF" expression. He laughed a little, giving me a sideways smile which I felt was saved just for me and I put it away in my "BRAIN FILING CABINET", now on sale for $39.99 - But anyhoo.
"So. You new?" He asked.
"Thank you, CAPTAIN OBVIOUS." I said sarcastically, hearing him laugh again.
He put his hand over the seat, obviously wanting me to shake {Which I wasn't going to I'll have you know}. "The name's Edward Elric." He said coolly.
I stared at his hand, wanting to eat it, but I cooed my desires to sleep and shook his hand like a "good little human girl". "Siobhan Grace." I said, stating my nerdy name all high and mighty and stuff.
The bus came to another stop and immediately I could feel Edward's calm aura jolt to a tentical-y dark aura. I snapped my attention to the front of the bus where the same aura was radiating off of another person. This guy had crazy {yet surprisingly attra--... OMGWASIGONNASAYATTRACTIVE?! NOooooooooO!} green hair and amethyst eyes. And you know what I had to do? A double take. Do you know why?...
...I'm pretty sure he was wearing a bellyshirt.
He sat in the seat in FRONT of me, glaring at Edward without even noticing me. That's when I noticed his NAVEL was PIERCED... He then noticed my existence as my aura changed to "WEIRDEDOUUTTTT". He looked at me with a confused expression.
"...Who are you?" He asked flatly.
I just stared at him for a moment, the same expression on my face as his. "Thy name bestowed upon thy is such as Siobhan Grace, human-worm baby." I said flatly, 5 stars for quoting Zim, the alien on my black tee.
"...What?" He said after a moment of silence before I blurted out words of my personality poking through.
"SHUT YOUR FESTERING GOB, YOU STUPID HEAP OF PARROT DROPPINGS!" British accent? Ten points. Monte Python reference? Fifteen points. Expression on green-haired dude's face? Priceless.
"Uhhhhh..." He said, a little freaked at my insanity.
"Shoot." I said. He raised an eyebrow.
"I seem to have forgotten my nail gun." I thought aloud.
Green-hair-dude's eyes were bulging out of his head now. "NAILBUNNIES!" I blurted out. "NAILBUNNY TO THE FOREHEAD, SHYEAAA..."
Green-haired dude spoke. "Name's Envy Synn." I looked at him as though we were both on the short bus with hockey helmets and being able to lick bus windows and - uhm... Something about being retarded?
Envy's amethyst eyes wandered down to my C chest that was awkwardly glued to my scrawny body. "Soooo....." He began, grinning EXTREMELY wide. "Whatcha' packin' there?" He asked, almost ripping his face in half.
I looked at him for a moment before I took something from out of my bag and I put it to his head. "Oh look! Found my nail gun."
Ed and Envy looked at me like I was nuts, which I'm pretty sure I was. "Are you nuts?" Envy asked, cowering to the back of the bus seat because of my nail gun pointing toward him. The unfeasible part? Bus-Lady didn't even care.
I answered, laughing evilly. "Bwahahahaaa!" I called, "Why yes, yes I am."
He stared at me like I was a retard, which -again- I'm pretty sure I was. "Uh... Yeaaahhh." He said.
"Hey lady," I began to ask to Envy, "Why are you so flat chested?"
Ed started bursting out laughing from behind me and I could here the other boy that had gotten on with him giggling as well. Wait a minute, since when did men giggle?
I looked around the bus and there were a few more students, including a fat senior and a pretty woman senior with EXTREMELY BIG BOOBS. That, and a few other "normal" people. Yeah, "normal". Let's go with that.
Envy twitched. Obviously irritated. Of course it was like me to change the subject. Of course. I raised my hand, waving it around. "Oh! Oh! Oooohhh!" I said like a second grader.
Ed laughed again. "Yes? Siobhan?" He said in a deeper voice.
"I got a joke! A joke!" I yelled loudly so that everyone looked at me on the bus from what they were doing. Ahem. I always WAS perverted {and still am? -question mark-}.
I immediately began saying the 'joke' {insert evil laugh here}. "A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood. She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do.
"'Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?' The blonde said, 'How about 50 dollars?' The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage. The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, 'Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?'
The man replied, 'She should. She was standing on the porch.'
"A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money. 'You're finished already?' he asked. 'Yes,' the blonde answered, 'and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats.' Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50. 'And by the way,' the blonde added, 'that's not a Porch, it's a Ferrari.'"
Ed glared at me. "I'm a blonde you know." He said, sarcastically offended.
"Oh, I know." I said clearly and loudly, "You were there, too."
He looked at me with some white, ghostly expression. "Have you been sniffing the bleach, lately?"
The bus came to one last scree before opening the door. I looked out the window again, this time to gasp at the astonishingly HUGE high school that lie before my eyes. Yay. The year of sophomoron has come to me alas.
Envy chuckled at the look I gave out the window. "Welcome to hell." He said, weirdly smiling through the whole sentence.
