The Alchemist (Unknown)

Forgive me, just a random piece of writing I intend on doing little bits of.


The day began with the trill of the school bell. Everyday of Star’s life had the same beginning, middle and end. With a sigh, she lifted her school bag onto her shoulders, and made her way through the day.
Class timetable: Biology, history, morning break; English, physics, lunch; free lesson, computing.
The same monotonous schedule that Star had last semester, and now this semester. Only three more months until she graduated, then she’d be able to get a real life.
Star didn’t have any friends. In class, while other kids sent text messages or passed notes, she did her work, and when she was done, she’d scribble pictures in her notebook. During break, she would read books while eating her lunch. Occasionally, someone would try to be nice and chat to her, but they generally got the hint to leave her alone after getting the evil eye.

The Beginning

This blog is an experiment, a flirtation, if you will. I will not be ranting, will not be depressing, or be typical. My blog is an opportunity to write and practice, and have someone read it, and find what people like. Or to tell me if I completely suck (which rather hurts, so maybe just constructive criticism). I'm not sure how this will go, but lets hope for the best. Be gentle!

Prologue

He had been watching for many days and nights now. He knew everything she did; every time she laughed, and every time she cried. He couldn’t begin to understand his own obsession. Yet he continued, enthralled by this one girl.

During the daytime she laughed, attended school and returned her friends’ attentions; she also went out on weekend nights, as expected from teenagers in today’s materialistic society. This was all anyone saw of this girl; her weak façade. Even though he did not know her, he was better acquainted with her innermost thoughts and secrets than any other. He knew that she twisted her hair when nervous, and that she cried herself to sleep quietly while rubbing fresh bruises.

From the shadows, he knew everything.