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Mistrey
Legacy Name: Mistrey

The

Galactic Demi
Owner: anime_kitty_24

Age: 19 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 24th, 2006

Adopted: 19 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: June 24th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 9
Strength: 22
Defense: 20
Speed: 20
Health: 20
HP: 20/20
Intelligence: 27
Books Read: 27
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Scrap Collector

Never forget there are two sides to every story....

I knew, from the moment she walked in the door of Dr. Cam’s Advanced Placement Chemistry class, that she was special.
Sunday Star, probably one of the most popular girls in the school, was beautiful with sandy hair that got longer around her shoulders as it framed her face and soft golden eyes that I swear to God bore through my soul the moment she looked at me. But don’t get me wrong! I wasn’t just enthralled with her beauty, I’m not that kind of guy. Sunday wasn’t your typical popular girl – she wasn’t a cheerleader or president of the student body. No. She was head of the biology and environmental clubs. Every day she wore a daisy, sunflower, or daffodil tucked behind her ear and sandals adorned with little flowers. From what I had heard, she spent most of her time studying outside or volunteering at the wolf sanctuary a little ways down the road. Her grades were second only to my own. Just imagine, a girl that was liked for her brains and for being different. It gave geeks like me a little hope, you know?
Well anyways, imagine my surprise when she sat down right next to me! That meant we were going to be lab partners. For the entire school year.
From that point on my life was never the same.

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I had to take a calming breath before entering the laboratory the second week of school. Time for our first lab, studying the Law of Conservation of Mass. A simple concept really… No mass is gained or lost… But its surprisingly hard to actually show seeing as how our equipment is not even close to perfect in a high school environment. I knew getting a good result would take a lot of careful concentration on my part, which was good – it meant I didn’t have to worry about finding something to say to Sunday during the almost two hour period.
When I entered the room only a few students had arrived to class, Sunday not being one of them. This made me feel better already. I could start without having to worry about trying to include her in my process. I confidently made my way over to the prep station and pulled down the needed two 100mL beakers, 10mL graduated cylinder, and weighing boats. This is the only place I feel like I can match up with all those football or track jocks. This is my game in this lab, and I’ve never lost a match.
I set the equipment down at the lab station, and seeing that my partner had still not arrived I headed over to the chemical hood and began measuring the 4mL of concentrated HNO3 we would require after 0.500g of copper wire had been weighed out.
I jumped when a joking voice behind me said, “Well, I guess I could have slept in this morning. You could do this by yourself.”
Realizing that it was Sunday who had come up behind me, I stood up and turned to face her. “Um, hi. Sorry, I didn’t mean to… I mean… I guess I just didn’t think… wait for you…”
I sounded so STUPID. It was the first time we had really talked - during class we just listened to Dr. Cam… Now it was just us. No teacher to listen to. And I had to mumble like an idiot. I looked down at her, I hadn’t realized how much taller than her I was until right then. It made me feel even more awkward.
But then she laughed. I sighed in relief, feeling some of the tension start to melt away. “I was kidding,” she giggled. “So how can I help? I want to get through this quickly.”
I was startled by her enthusiasm for a moment before I remembered that she was a science geek too. “Uh, the copper needs to be weighed out and cleaned with steel wool.”
“I’m on it!” she said happily. Just when she was about to go to the scales, Sunday turned back around. “Oh, and you spilt a little bit of the HNO3. Make sure to clean it up. We dun wanna kill anyone with an acid (especially some of those bio and environmental science guys who don’t know what they’re dealing with).” Then I swear she winked at me.
I laughed at the joke – chemistry students had fun poking fun at other sciences, even if they were in them – but then looked down at the counter. I never spill… But there is was, two drops of liquid next to the stock bottle. I guess it must have fallen from the dropper when I jumped…

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I parked my old steamwork car in front of a small white house in the middle of nowhere. It had taken me half an out to figure out where the mile long driveway was. Alright, it wasn't the driveway that was a mile long, but it might as well have been since no other houses were on that road. In reality the driveway was a small road that went up a slight hill. There was a fantastic garden all around the house, appearing to lead to the back yard. A few large trees were at the side of the house, a white hammock strapped between two of them. It was in that hammock that I found Sunday, her biology book laying open in front of her as she rocked back and forth with the wind.
She looked up at the sound of my car door slamming shut. I couldn't be sure, but it looked like she smiled at me. I hope she smiled at me...
I waved as I approached her perch, "Nice house."
"Thanks," she answered. "It may not be big on the inside, but it has lots of room outside."
I sat down on the ground by the hammock, setting my steamwork laptop in my lap. I looked down as I opened it, hoping to somewhat conceal the smile on my face. This girl was something else.
"So where should we start?" I asked, waiting for the power to turn on.She pulled her chemistry book up from the ground on the other side of the hammock. "How about entropy?"
"Sounds good to me."

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I was walking down the hallway to my AP Physics class when I saw it: Sunday leaning against her locker talking to Castor Borches. It wasn’t an odd site, Sunday was popular, she was friends with the star quarterback. Why did it make me stop in my tracks to see them talking that day?
I think it was the look in her eyes. It wasn’t just a look of a friendly conversation. There was something else, I just couldn’t place it.
And then he kissed her hand.
And then it felt like my whole body fractured into pieces. Or at least my heart did.
How had I not noticed it before? I knew that I acted different around her, but I thought it was just because we were becoming friends and I didn’t have any real friends. Somehow, I was able to know the exact chemical reactions that occur in the synapses to create the feeling of love, but I wasn’t able to see the signs in myself until that moment. Then it took every fiber of my being not to go over and punch Castor (I’m happy that I didn’t though, he is much stronger than I am).
Instead, I just walked slowly towards my classroom which just happened to be towards Sunday’s locker.
“So can I pick you up at seven then?” Castor asked.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” she responded. Then she noticed me, Sunday’s chocolate eyes looked straight into mine.
Castor smiled at her. A smile that made me want to knock out one of those teeth. “So it’s a date then!”
Sunday didn’t take her eyes off of me, but after a moment she responded to him slowly, “Yes… It’s a date.”
Then I went into my classroom, shutting the door behind me. Never have I ever learned so little in a class.

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I sat at my desk at home Sunday night, hunched over my chemistry textbook mindlessly solving titration problems. The original plan for today was to work on this homework with Sunday at my house… but I couldn’t bear to have to hear her talk about her date on Saturday.
I’m such a loser. Canceling plans with pretty much my only friend because I was stupid enough to go and fall in love with her while she goes out with someone else. I have to close my textbook. I need take a break.
If only I was enough of a man to say something to her…
I twirled my pencil on my finger as I looked down blankly at the many sheets of papers scattered on top of my desk. And then an idea hit me. I may not be able to talk to her about these things… But maybe I could write something to her.
I wrote thoughts down on a blank sheet and tore the few sentences off on a strip that would fit in my pocket. I’d put it in her locker on Monday…
Oh god, Monday. How in the world would I be able to talk to her? I think I need to take a day away from her to clear my head. I hope she doesn’t think I’m mad at her…

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It’s really hard to talk to her. I mean, I want to. I want to just tell her everything. But I can’t. I can’t face the idea of her rejecting me just like everyone else does. And I can’t face her telling me about Castor.
It’s been three days. I barely look at her. Maybe I’ll just write her another note. Maybe I can talk to her if I can say what I want to some other way…

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I feel like ‘stalk’ is a really strong word, but I was watching Sunday from around the corner… I prefer ‘observing’. I don’t think it was that creepy. Sadly, in trying to see her reaction to my note I witnessed yet another encounter with Castor.
So after she read it I had to go up to her. I had to make some contact with her. I feel like she was looking at me differently as I walked towards her.
“Do you want to go to the library after school Friday? You can show me the book you were talking about last week,” I asked, focusing on the writing on a locker so as to keep myself from just staring at my note in her hand.
“I don’t know. I might be doing something with Castor…” she replied. I couldn’t restrain myself from looking at her then as a pain shot through me, but I fought it and looked away before I gave myself away. Stay cool. She’s your friend. If anything, I need to stay her friend. So I need to support her… In person at least.
I shrugged, trying to seem indifferent to the heart wrenching idea of her going out with him again. Alright. Just let me know. See you later.” I had to get out of there. When I got to my car I set my head against the steering wheel before firing up the steam engine.

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