ZenoMorph

Alona Hart is a seventeen year old girl clouded in mystery. Even her real name is unknown. Her journey has been tough and long and now she is finally ready to tell everything that has happened in her fight against corporation Z-Note

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6. Education

 

It’s amazing how even though this technically is a whole different school and system, it feels like another day at school. This school specialises in military study as well as any average study that a person would need to know. It feels so wrong going from my life day to day when everything else around me has fallen apart. This class in particular is annoying me as it’s about Zenomorphs.

“Hey.” Someone calls.

I turn around and see a guy with brown hair down to his neck with light brown eyes that look like topaz rather than brown and wearing a black top, dark jeans, a leather jacket and biker boots. Attractive admittedly and definitely making a statement on the vain side of things as well.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

“Alona.” I lie.

I had to have some common sense and not use my real name. It would be the biggest giveaway of them all but I do miss going by my real name so much, it feels like I’m a whole different person but even though I know that I’m not the same person now, it feels a little too real if you know what I mean.

“Jaden.” He says quietly with a light smile.

I smile back actually feeling quite intrigued by him as most people avoid the new kid until they decide where she stands on the social scale of the school.

Whenever class is over, I would normally be walking around the corridors of the school with some of my friends or be in the common room with them chatting about things that really seemed so much smaller now.

“Alona.” Jaden calls.

“Hey.” I say friendly enough.

“You know, I haven’t seen you around here before. You just moved here right?”

“Yeah.”

“Sucks for you.” He laughs lightly.

I laugh a little in agreement and put some of my things in the locker. Seriously, not many hot guys would want to make friends with the new weird girl in town. I guess there are exceptions for now.

“So wanna come with me then?” He asks.

“Where?”

“Well, I figure as you don’t know anyone. You might want to meet some of my friends. You know, get more familiar with people here. It’s not so bad when you have decent people around you.”

Like I have anything better to do with my time.

“When you put it like that...”

 

Jaden takes me out to the quad which is just this outdoor area overlooking the park near here. I see one guy who is just standing with a jet board looking like a typical surfer guy, his hair is black but a weirdly styled mess with eyes this sea-green colour to suit him just perfectly. Although the girl herself looks somewhat like me but with a few key differences such as having shorter hair, wearing a top, a hooded jacket and skinny trousers with converses but she looks like she’s in her own world than anything else. I feel comfortable with these three though. They seem alright to say the very least.

“Alona, meet Cyrus Taylor and Riley Avenue. They’re my closest friends.”

“Hey.” Cyrus says moving his head up in acknowledging fashion. “So new girl, how’s the school treating you then?”

“It’s been good so far.” I answer honestly eyes focused on the jet board.

Cyrus’s eyes focus on mine and he smiles in moderation as he realises what is grabbing my attention

“You like it?” He asks.

“Yeah, I wanted one of those things a while back. My dad decided against it as he thought it would be dangerous.”

“Typical protective dad, right. Still could be worse, you don’t have DiMiera’s parents.”

Try me. Nothing could be worse than my family background.

“Ignore him.” Jaden advises.

“Can you ride that thing well?” I ask Cyrus.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Can’t do many tricks yet though which is something I’m working on.”

“Show me.”

Cyrus nods in agreement and gets on the jet board and sets it to a pretty average speed so if anyone is in the way, he won’t have a collision with that person. He rides it just like a surfboard just with the edge of a skateboarder. It’s pretty cool. He doesn’t do anything flashy rather than a couple of flips and then stops pretty soon after with Riley and Jaden clapping mildly.

“Thank you, thank you.” Cyrus responds bowing like someone in a theatre show.

“Not too bad.” I say.

“Well, if that’s the closest I can get to a compliant.”

“Yes, it is.” Jaden replies fastly.

“You know, we’re going to the park if you wanna come with us that will be cool.” Riley says.

“Sure.”

This whole group went by the name: G-NXT. That stands for Generation Next which is what teenagers are according to some adults which either scares them or they take it in their stride.

“So why did you come to this place anyway?” Jaden asks.

How much am I supposed to admit here? There’s only so much I can say without raising any red flags.

“Er, it wasn’t planned but it just seemed right. I guess to say the least, there was a sudden change of plans and a new change of scene required.”

“Family problems then?”

I shake my head thinking that he really has no idea what my family problems are but I admire the effort to trying and work me out despite having just met me.

“You could say that.” I answer.

“Been there.”

“I guess that’s what Cyrus was on about earlier.”

Jaden suddenly becomes a lot more serious when I mention that which makes me stop asking any questions as I still have my family as a sore spot to talk about openly like nothing ever happened. It’s still too bizarre referring to Atticus and my family in the past tense considering everything only happened around about a week ago which makes me feel bad for not really grieving properly but I have the rest of my life for that.

“Well, my family weren’t exactly crazy about me coming here and while my mom was just concerned for my well-being, Dad wanted something more for me in his own words. I didn’t really agree with him and we ended up having a lot more arguments until he said that while I lived under his roof, I would listen to him and then I said that I wouldn’t. The rest is history to say the least.”

“I’m sorry.” I say not sure what I should say.

Out of all the lame things to say, I’m pretty sure that he’s heard that properly a million times from a person which gets on your nerves after a while especially from people who really haven’t got a right to care.

“It’s alright. I like my life here and I really wouldn’t give it up. It’s not like I have anywhere to go back to.”

“Know the feeling.”

Jaden gets a look in his eyes knowing that I’m already hiding something and it’s only been five minutes and already I’ve drawn suspicion to myself. I really have to improve on being more secretive but I guess while I’ve given myself away now.

“I didn’t admit to everything. My parents never knew I came here, they’re both dead.”

Jaden gets a shock look on his face and then a look of regret. He must think that he’s moaning about his family, I don’t even have one so he has no right to moan about his family life in front of me.

“It’s fine.” I assure. “They were killed in the line of duty, you could say and now it’s just me and my brother. My brother isn’t really around now because he has his own things to deal with and I thought that maybe I should just try and get back on track with my own life. It isn’t easy though but I’m trying to learn.”

Yeah, that’s always going to be a good way to stop a perfectly good conversation but it feels good to actually say it out loud. It’s probably the closest thing that I will get to therapy now.

“Thanks for telling me that. I know how hard that can be.” Jaden says then smiles to assure me. “I’ll keep it our secret until you want to tell anyone else.”

Wow, maybe I’ll fit in here after all.

I remember how we met. The amount of smiles in just two conversations and the fact we really couldn’t keep our eyes off each other. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so secure in someone that fast. It scared me actually.

 

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