The Phrase "Opposites Attract" is an Understatement

[NotAllThatCreative]

It was the beginning of the year and to say that Paige wasn't looking forward to it was an understatement. She had gone to be rather late that night and she had no motivation whatsoever to get up and function like a normal human being. Of course, if she didn't, either one of her mothers would come in and wake her up. As her alarm continued to go off, it's been going off for about five or ten minutes now, she reached out from under her blankets and practically slammed her hand down on the top of her alarm.


"Shut up, you stupid thing." Paige grumbled as she attempted to wake herself up and let out a small groan. Rolling over onto her back, she rubbed her eyes with her hands and once she was done with that, she sat up. Her eyes drifted around her darkened room and she could barely see a thing. Her eyesight was terrible when she wasn't wearing her glasses. Reaching over, she picked up her glasses and put them on, pushing them up with one of her index fingers before getting out of her bed.


She dressed herself and took her medication before making her way downstairs. Only one of her parents were awake and so she decided to eat breakfast with her. Of course, this was the more worried parent, Mary. Stella wasn't nearly as bad. It took a few minutes for Paige to calm the woman's nerves down about this new year and for the sake of making her feel better, she agreed to be careful and keep a close eye on things. Quickly grabbing her bag before Mary could worry some more, she exited the house and started to make her way down the street.


(@Larry )

 

[Larry]

I miss Éire already, the sweating-profusely, ginger-bearded (not because he's Irish) Michael Coll thought to himself, placing a melting hand in his mind to block out the searing beams of something seldom seen in Ireland. Whatever thought emerged from his mind to go to America for a year was taking without a hint of reprieve. In the West of Ireland where he was born, the young, bród Irishman experienced precipitation on a grander scale than the rest of the country. When you've experienced something for so long, you consider it a constant; seeing it change feels as if you've changed yourself. Needless to say, the weather in the US made him feel as if he were someone completely blank, a clean slate he felt he was in this respect. It goes without saying, I can't bear this fucking weather, he said with a scowl forming across his already-wrinkled, emotionally-bludgeoned face. Although only a year, a 365-day wait, the time spent might as well have been eternal, for Mick had the forlorn face of recognizing time soon-to-be lost.


As he trudged down the winding street dotted with a few straggling students, he noticed the swaying sea of ginger hair, something reminiscent of his sire-land if not a stereotypical one. Smirking for an instant slight, he began to whistle Amhrán na bhFiann to the best of his limited ability as a bona fide whistler. He decided to look at the dame no longer, instead enjoying his own company on his way to school. Contemplating what he'll have to say when he arrives, the man named Coll couldn't help look around at the stark contrast the whole place wafted in regards to the way he walked to school back home in Ireland. It's so...I can't even describe how different the whole place is in regards to Castlebar, he examined, noticing that he was coming upon the school grounds in short time. It was going to be an experience nonetheless, something he'll never experience ever again. The rest of his life he'll spend in his home of Ireland, doing something to hopefully benefit that country and make it the greatest on the whole Earth.


That's what I hope to do anyway! he snickered to himself as he entered the school building, surprised by the immense size of the institution in regards to his school at home. This place is massive! How many students does place hold?! the baffled Irishman wondered to himself as he met with stares, probably due to the muttering and the distinctly-noticeable accent. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of; the man was fiercely proud of who he is and where he hails from. Michael can't stand people who aren't proud of their country, their people or who they are. Seeing someone like that, makes him want to knock a bit of sense into that lad, a woman wouldn't get it as bad; maybe a verbal berating bark.


Haha, this will be interesting!

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

Paige pushed her hair back as she looked around. It was going to get warmer later that day and she was going to regret wearing long pants. She hated summer. In fact, she preferred the Russian winters over this all too warm hell. During the summer, Russia didn't get warm enough for shorts but it got somewhat warm. Winter? You can forget going outside. She shuddered at the thought of the winters back in her home country and crossed her arms, frowning deeply. She would have to travel back there soon and that would mean suffering through the cold all to deal with some bullheaded employees that worked for her.


Hearing the whistling, she tilted her head to the side and seemed a bit confused. This wasn't a tune she knew. Turning her head around slightly, she noticed the man behind her and seemed even more confused. He must be a new student, she figured. That would explain why she hadn't seen him before. She turned the corner and spotted the school building. Time to go through another year of hell. Thank god this is my last year. And then it was off to college for her. The thought of going to school, again, was something she dreaded but she knew she had to go through with it in order to gain better control of her family's company.


Walking up the steps to the school building, she pulled open the door and stepped inside. Her eyes drifted around and she started to walk down the hall. The students were in various groups. The loudest ones happened to be the preps and jocks while the quieter ones were the geeks and nerds who were all doing something that was odd in the eyes of the "rulers" of the school. The preps and jocks all found some way to pick on the people that were like her so she always stuck with a group of those she knew from her class. Reaching down into her bag at her hip, she dug around in it, shuffling her stuff to the side, and pulled out her schedule, looking at her home room.


"And it's off to the second floor this year." Paige murmured to herself and folded up the schedule, stuffing it back in her bag before going over to the starcase and making her way to the second floor.

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

(I just wasn't sure if you forgot or anything so I was posting because I haven't heard from you in a while!)

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

(I'll be dropping this in a few days should I not get a reply. Sorry)

 

[NotAllThatCreative]

(Dropping. Sorry @Larry )