The room began to clear out, and Onyx realised that the گھنٹی, بیل must have gone. He continued to 6th period, floating mindlessly to his English classroom. Luckily for him, he could position himself near the window and watch the waves again. Twenty منٹ into the class, his teacher ordered for the students to continue with private study. Onyx’s name was ironic, as his short spiked hair was onyx black and glistened in the light. His eyes were a strange mixture of ice blue and grey, which appeared to change on a daily basis.
Onyx was a bit of a loner, but only سے طرف کی choice. To the other student’s at Traverse high Onyx was either a complete mystery, یا completely non-existent. Onyx was known as ‘spacey’ یا ‘The daydreamer’. It was almost the end of the دن now, and while browsing the class room Onyx noticed a glass of water at the teacher’s desk.
Onyx had always felt a strange connection to water, ever since he was born he loved the beach, probably why he could waste an entire double period staring at the waves. Onyx drew his attention to the glass once more.
He stared at the liquid and zoned out again, remembering the crashes of the waves at the beach. After a short while, Onyx returned to his body and started to pack up his equipment. The rest of the class followed and the teacher picked up the glass to finish the remainder of the water, as he tipped the glass towards his mouth, nothing happened. The puzzled teacher looked into the glass, and tapped it a few times only to find that the water had completely frozen. Onyx mustered a quiet laugh at his teacher’s misfortune, but shrugged it off as a mere coincidence.
Shortly after, the final گھنٹی, بیل rang and Onyx gladly walked out of Traverse high, walking straight towards the beach.
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Misty continued drawing on her worn out jeans, silently cursing the hot weather, she hated the heat. The last few days had been horrible, boiling heatwaves for days on end. Another reason Misty hated the heat was because it ruined her beautiful hair.
She admired her deep red hair in her small pocket mirror; it appeared to change colour these days with her mood. Today she was a little on edge, due to the heat. She looked out the window, pleading for a nice salty breeze to come through.
Within سیکنڈ a cool breeze manifested. She thought nothing strange of it, though. Things like this had been happening all her life. When she was younger Misty always thought that she and the wind were friends, and when she asked for a breeze, she would get one. Misty had just about had enough of these stinking hot classrooms. She wished she could dig her feet into the sand and dive into the ocean.
One good thing about summer was that the water was always cool. Just the thought of it made her happier; she looked at her hair again and noticed a blue streak through it. Quickly raising her hand, she asked to be excused, the teacher nodded and she ran out of the class just as the final گھنٹی, بیل was sounding. She escaped the class keeping her head down, making sure she didn’t look anyone in the eyes.
The other kids had always made fun of her for her milky-grey eyes. No, she wasn’t blind. She was born that way. All of a sudden, she walked into someone; she looked up and saw the only person who talked to her, her only friend – Onyx.
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Onyx looked down at the deep red being that had just gently collided with him, he then recognized her as his friend, Misty. He met her innocent, pearl white eyes and smiled. He had known Misty since the beginning of his high school years and they had since befriended each other.
“Misty, what are آپ doing around here?” Onyx asked happily, He never saw her walking near the beach, but today’s strange warmth might have persuaded her.
“I need the water, آپ know how I am with heat I can’t stand it.” She noticed her blue streak again and sighed, “See how my hair is changing again?” She emphasized, Onyx nodded at her and they continued to walk along the beach. There was a period of silence as they approached the beach, but neither Misty nor Onyx felt awkward.
Misty looked out into the ocean admiring the colours and the sounds, the air was cool, improving her mood some more. She took off her outer clothing, leaving only her bathers and silently approached the water. About three metres in, she کبوتر under, her small and slender figure emerging a short while later - she looked back and saw Onyx.
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Onyx looked out at the ocean, Misty’s now flame red hair emerging from the sapphire waters. He took off his شرٹ, قمیض and threw it on the sand as he ducked under the water and re-emerged اگلے to Misty.
His hair, now somehow darker than before, almost covered his eyes; He swung it out of the way gracefully and relaxed in the pleasantly cool water. Misty joined him, and they floated together, looking up at the cloudless sky, chatting about their long, hot school day.
“I had a substitute today in 5th period, and she yelled at me for not paying attention. How can I help if her class is boring?” Misty said. “She made me so mad I just couldn’t control myself and I walked out and went straight to the فاؤنٹین, چشمہ in the middle of the school grounds she followed and continued to yell at me” Misty tightened her fists as wind started to blow all around them. Onyx took her hand and told her to try and calm down but Misty started freaking out at the sudden wind it scared her مزید than she cared to feel. As suddenly as it came it left again.
Onyx laughed at Misty’s take on things, they were so different, yet so alike. What would I do without him? Misty asked herself, so glad she had someone to talk to after a دن like today.
