User blog:LunaDiviner7/Arwen and Mikaela (I need a better title)

Yeah... the title's a work in progress, but this is where I'm going to give you guys a look at my novel. It's a bit of a high school love story (I chose high school because, well, I'm in high school), and I started this back in October of my sophomore year (as of right now, I'm a junior). I may make a map of the school at a later date to give you a better understanding of what it looks like, as well as images of Arwen and Mikaela.

As a last notice, the first part is simply an explanation of the school. After that, the narrator is Arwen.

This will be updated whenever I can actually get some ideas written down. There won't be a schedule more than likely. Also, the sections themselves might be updated from time to time.

Solitude's End Academy;
Solitude’s End Academy is a boarding school meant for teenagers with extraordinary abilities and issues with controlling said abilities. These high school students take seven normal classes and an eighth class where they’ll work with others of their kind to better control their abilities. When they master basic control, they move on to advanced levels, not only to further improve their control, but also to advance themselves further then they would have. If they can’t get through basic control in one year, then they simply take it again. Not everyone is able to control their abilities within one school year, so they are not penalized unless they show no effort.

Built in Columbus, Ohio, United States of America, in 2005, the school accepts students regardless of race, religion, gender, sexual orientation, income, or any other factors that may keep them out of a certain school. Scholarships are available in many categories, some of which even cover airfare for students who live too far away from the school for other transportation to be reasonable. Almost all of the students come from the United States (and many from the Midwest), as there are several schools similar to this throughout the world for students in other countries to attend.

A major requirement of the school is the uniforms. The standard uniform is a light blue collared shirt, a crimson tie with diagonal pinstripes of light blue, and a black skirt, pair of shorts, or pair of pants with a pair of stripes, one light blue and one scarlet, at the base (the light blue stripe is always above the scarlet one). White socks and black shoes with heels less than three inches high are not required, but are strongly suggested (shoes themselves are required, but there aren't specifics to them). Crimson sweaters and sweater vests are available, but also not required.

The most common student types that attend this school are witches/warlocks, ghost hybrids, werebeings, psychic humans, and demigods. However, Solitude’s End Academy is far from a restrictive school! There have been many different types of students in previous years, including vampires, full ghosts, aliens trying to fit in with humans for whatever reasons they may have, fairies, succubae, incubi, and really anything else you can name that’s considered supernatural or extraordinary.

Before we move on to the August 2013 – May 2014 school year, we want to go over the basic structure of the building. Solitude’s End Academy is large, almost square in shape, and brick on the outside. It’s three stories tall, not including the school basement. Each room, dorm or classroom, is almost square as well. The dorm walls are painted light cream, while the classroom walls are white. Every piece of floor in the school is black tile, with the exception of the gym floor (a poured urethane surface) and the library (which has been carpeted with a blue and green speckled carpet).

In the basement are dorm rooms, two gender-neutral bathrooms (including both regular toilets and urinals in separate stalls) on opposite ends of the floor (plus a bathroom in every dorm room), and several mostly empty rooms used for training the students’ abilities. Up on the first floor are some more dorm rooms, the science (including family and consumer science but not including psychology) and technology classrooms, and a couple of art classrooms. The gym is also located on the first floor. Once again, there are two gender-neutral bathrooms on opposite ends of the floor, not including the locker rooms. Moving on to the second floor, there are the English (which include arts and humanities), social studies (this is where psychology is included), and math classrooms, the library, and three gender-neutral bathrooms (one on opposite ends, and a third in the approximate middle). Lastly, the third floor includes the remaining art classrooms, along with the music, business, and world language (languages currently offered include English (as a second language), Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, German, Dutch, and Italian, and there is potential for more in future years) classrooms, three more gender-neutral bathrooms, and the cafeteria.

And now, we move on to the actual story…

A Fresh Start;
This will be about Arwen getting to the school and sharing some information about herself and about Mikaela. They start mid-August (that's when I've always started, so I have experience with that). I have yet to write this part, however (as these are written way out of order).

Confession;
How am I going to do this?

This one question ran through my head as I entered the library--a square room with bookshelves packed with books on three of the four walls, with computers and tables filling its center—of Solitude’s End Academy. It's already the beginning of September, and I'm shocked that the year is going by so quickly. It felt like just yesterday the school year started up again. I’m here to finally confess my love to Mikaela after several months (I've already lost track, but I think it was eight) of silently crushing on her--because I feel that if I fail to do this now, I'll never be able to do it.

Just the thought of Mikaela made my face warm and my cheeks pink. I loved everything about her—her brown-blonde curls, her pale bottle-green eyes, her more balanced proportions (compared to mine), her being a ghost-human hybrid with one form (meaning that aside from a glow and transparency, she looked no different as a ghost than she does a human), and especially her personality--. She’s perfect in my eyes.

But how could a girl so perfect love me? My hair is a tangle of auburn waves if I forget to tie it back, my eyes are a bizarre shade of green-blue with a segment of dark chocolate brown in each eye, and I wear purple horn-rimmed glasses because my eyesight it absolutely abysmal. My face (particularly my nose and cheeks) and shoulders are covered in freckles. I tower over Mikaela by half a foot (remember, I’m 5’9”, while she’s 5’3”), so her floating up to me my height makes me feel awkward (not to mention that I feel awkwardly unbalanced due to my body, having D cup breasts paired with barely average-sized hips and my gawky height).

But I’m getting off topic here. I've come to the library to find Mikaela, and I soon locate her sitting at one of the tables reading a manga titled Pandora Hearts. As I look at her, I become uncomfortably warm—which is strange, because the school is freezing—and my long-sleeved light blue collared shirt, light blue-pinstriped crimson tie, crimson sweater vest, and long black skirt with twin light blue and crimson stripes at the base have become very uncomfortable.

Relax, Arwen, I tell myself, taking a deep breath as I walk towards Mikaela. She looks up at me and smiles cutely.

“Hi Arwen~!” she chirps, causing my face to heat up and my nose and cheeks to turn cherry-red. She notices this and asks, “Are you okay? Your face is turning red. You’re not running a fever, are you?”

I shake my head and sit down. “I’m fine, just dealing with a crush on someone.” Best friends told each other that sort of thing, right?

Mikaela tilts her head. “Who?” she asks, setting her Pandora Hearts manga down as she turns to face me fully.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Mikaela,” I answer, turning away as my face continues to turn red.

“You sure, Arwen?” she asks. I never remembered her being this persistent last year.

“Positive. It's a private matter.”

Mikaela gives me a suspicious look, obviously not believing me, but turns back to Pandora Hearts. My face turns redder and redder, growing hotter and hotter, until I couldn't take the pressure of holding my secret in.

“Mikaela, I love you!”

My short outburst causes her to freeze up, her manga slipping out of her hands and crashing on to the table.

“Arwen…” she starts, still trapped in shock.

I couldn't handle being around her any longer. I promptly run out of the library, then activate my pentagram so I can use my magic to fly away.

“Arwen!” I hear Mikaela yell behind me. Unable to face her, I fly away faster. My face had turned as scarlet as my tie and tears began to sting my eyes as I clutch my pendant. My wavy ponytail flies out behind me, leaving a trail of auburn.

But I was too slow for Mikaela, whose cold hand soon grasps my wrist and pulls me down into the floor. She fazes the two of us down into the basement, and I get a good look at her. She was now transparent and glowing, both signs that she was a ghost at the moment. Her curls are disheveled from her fast flying, and her green eyes are filled with concern.

“When you ran out of the library in a rush like that,” she starts, “I was worried, and I never managed to finish what I wanted to tell you.”

I blink, confused, as Mikaela floats towards me, soon embracing me in a tight hug.

“Arwen, I love you.”

My face turns redder every second she hugs me, but I manage to hug Mikaela. I know that I won’t be speaking anytime soon (too much shock), and I couldn't be happier. That moment is when I became the luckiest girl in the school. ♥

Homecoming Kiss;
I hated dances. Personally, I found the music terrible, the people were everywhere, I couldn't dance at all, and when you're a lesbian witch with malfunctioning powers, nothing can end well.

This year was different.

A couple weeks ago, I had confessed my feelings and gotten together with Mikaela, and it didn't take long for word to spread around the school. Our friend, resident werecat Mackenzie "Kenzie" Morris, wasn't too surprised.

But back to what I was talking about. I had recently gotten together with Mikaela, and she asked me to come with her to homecoming.

I couldn't say no to her.

So here I stood at the edge of the dance floor, my usually-tangled, wavy auburn hair partially tied back. My green-blue eyes with their chocolate-brown segments were framed with eyeliner and light lavender eye shadow along with my requisite purple glasses. My cheeks were tinted with pink, though my freckles were clear as day. My lips had been painted pink as well. Mikaela had insisted on doing my makeup.

Here I stood, my strapless purple dress with a slightly A-line style skirt to my mid-calves (which was actually shorter than it was supposed to be because I was so tall) showing off the freckles on my shoulders as well as my unevenly-growing body, particularly my D cup breasts paired with barely average hips. My long, skinny feet were forced into silver flats that were way too wide.

The annoying Dubstep that had been playing faded away, and as the soft, slow song began, Mikaela (who had been in a little bit further than I was dancing a bit) dragged me onto the dance floor. Her light brown curls had been twisted into a loose bun, a few strands left framing her thin face. Her soft bottle-green eyes were accented with eyeliner and honeydew eye shadow. Her blush and lips were just barely rose-colored. Her light green dress was short-sleeved and also featured an A-line style skirt to her mid-calves (which meant her dress was a bit too long for her). Her small feet were gently surrounded by white flats.

"Let's dance, Arwen," she insisted, floating up to me as a tangible ghost (to make things easier for her due to our height difference).

I couldn't say no to her.

Her hands rested on my shoulders. My left hand was on her right shoulder, while my right hand gently held her waist.

When the song was in its last few bars, our lips connected. The moment was drawn out, and it felt magical.

My first kiss. My first girlfriend.

The only dance I've enjoyed thus far.

More to come soon!
-- Leia/Luna