This story is for the birthday comp about a guy called Nick
|Chapter One: Nick
> Nick felt the stares on his skin. He’d almost forgotten what school was and what it
> was about. But he remembered now, all too clearly. It was about who you were.
> Nick had jet-black skin and blue eyes, the combination clashed terribly he thought. But
> people liked to stare at this, well girls anyway. His skin was frightfully pale, reading
> inside with the curtains drawn shut hadn’t gotten him any sun. And he also knew how
> frightfully out of place he was and would always be.
> This was frightfully clear with the stares boring into him on his first day at Notting
> Hill High. He’d been the library’s assistant for a whole year now and he would
> never be known as a year 10 student at any high school. Nick was sixteen now and back at
> school. His mother had hit the roof.
> He hitched his shoulder bag higher up his shoulder, grimacing as he felt the heavy text
> books tumbling around. He liked books but not heavy, information carrying books. He liked
> books with stories that he could disappear in and never emerge until his mother stormed in
> and shrieked at him. Nick was constantly causing his mother to hit the roof.
> Besides his textbooks, his bag also carried his Stephen King novel to keep him company
> if nobody else would. That was another reason his mother scolded him for, Nick was
> intensely good-looking but as sociable as a doorknob. He just found someone else’s
> story more interesting than his own.
> The shadow of the administration building looming up in front him broke Nick at of his
> daze. The building was made of brick and tall glass windows revealed a clean but small
> reception area inside. He swung open the smudged glass doors and trudged in. His dark
> boots made heavy, slapping noises against the white tiles as he strode towards the long
> counter sitting against the opposite wall.
> The counter held a small, purple vase of violets whose scent he smelled over the blowing
> air-conditioning. A small but large woman stood behind the counter shuffling through a
> pile of papers. Nick cleared his throat loudly enough to startle the woman and get her to
> look at him.
> “Oh, hi, how can I help you sweetheart?” She smiled largely, almost seeming
> to inhale all the air from the room. Nick blushed at her calling him
> “sweetheart” and hurriedly retrieved the form of his enrolment from his back.
> She smiled even larger as he handed it to her.
> “Oh, new student, how cute, just wait here for a sec while I get your
> timetable.” Nick nodded flushing furiously again as she waddled off into her office.
> He played with the strap of his bag and heard the glass doors swing open again.
> Turning around he saw a flash of red hair and looked away again. The girl walked over to
> him and stood waiting to the side of the counter. He heard humming and glanced over at her
> Beneath her hair she possessed eyes of green and scattered freckles. She looked up at
> him then so he quickly glanced at the ground. Nick heard her gentle giggling and blushed,
> “Mary-anne!” She called and he looked up again. She was smiling at him. He
> looked away.
> “Just a second, sweet-pea.” Mary-anne called from her office and Nick looked
> at the girl again. She was still smiling at him. She walked closer to Nick and stuck out
> her hand.
> “I’m Olivia.”
> Olivia reminded me of a cold summer. She had a naturally bubbly personality that she struggled to reign in, sometimes.