Insanity - The Story of Necro Raevyn

Hi people! I'm new here. Giving fanfiction a try. Enjoy!

This is the story of Necro Raevyn, daughter of ___ (will be revealed if I didn't give up writing) who has an interesting personality. It isn't written very formally because it is in 1st person. The tenses and a few spellings might be weird, because English isn't my first language. Some of the stuff is based on actual things that happened to me. If you recognize me, PM me. I'm not that active, expect two or less chapters from me per day. Enjoy, and have a nice day!

A few things you should know before starting
Necro is 11 years old at chpt. 1.

She is Chinese.

She never knew her mother.

Chapter 1.  Board Incident
This is me. Me is I, and I am Necro Raevyn, but call me Necro. Necro Raevyn is, in fact, my real name. Surprise for you there. This is how alot of conversations with new people went like:

XXX: Hi! What's your name?

Me: Thalia Chang.

XXX: (Stares at me weirdly) Is it your real name?

Me: Of course not! It's actually Necro Raevyn.

XXX: I'm confused.

Me: Good.

According to a few nymphs I know, that's why they think I don't have many friends. Bad first impressions.

The truth is, I don't care. There isn't a single thing that annoys me about being alone. Actually, I quite enjoy it. Some people say a good book is the most beautiful thing in the world. Some say it is the goddess Aphrodite. Some say it is a rare steak cooked in white wine sauce. That's what they think. To me, loneliness is a true thing of beauty.

About the 'bad first impressions' bit, I think it has something to do with genes. I am the child of a god you wouldn't enjoy being in the same room, or rather, on the same continent with. And since he doesn't care about it, nor do I. It's got something to do with DNA and all that complicated stuff your miserable uncomplicated mind couldn't grab hold of. I'm not even going to try. But it's got something to do with DNA, I'm telling you.

About my mother. Sad. I never knew her. She died at my birth, I was born a month earlier than expected. That's how my father got pissed off, which caused the riot that occured somewhere in the middle of China. That's right. I'm not an American, I am Chinese, and I am proud. Apparently I 'look it' too. With wavy black hair down to my shoulders and flat-ish features, I look comepletely east-Asian.

It's funny, how much the words 'I am proud' appear in my life. Once my ex-teacher, Miss Feng, said that doing partner work is like being a limpet, which is a small, unattractive shell animal that clings to rocks near seas and oceans. The second day, the words "I'm a limpet, I am proud" appeared on the board in large, friendly letters on the blackboard, written with permanent marker. They stayed up there for the rest of the year. Miss Feng was somewhat annoyed at the words on the board. But there were only three people who came in the room earlier than herself. One was Fei Liu, the class idiot who would never had thought of that. The second one was Liu Mei Zhang, class geek, who was busy puking out her breakfast. The third, of course, was me, Necro Raevyn, class nerd, class party animal and class weirdo, humming 'Fireflies' by Owl City and generally looking suspisciously innocent.

In the end, Miss Feng decided that we'll just have to deal with the words by ignoring them and using the board normally, like they aren't there.

It was me, obviously. I never got caught.

Chapter 2. Things are Getting Interesting
A few days after graduating from primary school, it happened.

I was walking home, right after the last day of "Yay primary's over!' celebrations. It was also the last day of school. By some sort of freakish coincidence, it was also the last time I ever saw the red brick building.

Then the group of drunk (or I believe so) girls appeared, about twenty of them. They were partying, like it wasn't their birthday but they were just doing it out of sheer longingness for partying.

Being a party animal, I went over.

One of the girls screamed. "It's you! The great Necro!" Then she fell over laughing along five or six others.

"Cool! Can I join your party?" I asked.

"Sure!" The girls started jumping around and drinking something from elaborately decorated goblets. That was when I started noticing things about their fashion sense. They were wearing tunics, which was fine with me. The thing was, they were carrying sticks with pinecones on them. Around the sticks, were tiny snakes. I didn't have snake-phobia, like alot of other girls, so I pushed it out of my mind, which is a special talent of mine.

Lee appeared. He was the guy that sat next to me at school. He didn't have a last name, and according to some papers doctors gave him he had some sort of leg deformity, so he can be excused from all PE lessons. He always wore long pants to hide his legs. As if anybody believed in it, but the school lapped it all up anyway, and there he was, sitting on a bench while everybody else (minus me) fooled around with the new baseball bats yesterday.

"What are you doing?" He demanded. That was odd. Lee usually was a casual, calm guy.

"Partying!" I shout back.

The group of girls I was having intelligent conversations with noticed him. Everything went nuts.

They started circling him, laughing and drinking more liquid from their goblets.

"No!" Wailed Lee.

The girls closed in on him more and more.

"Stop!" I shouted. I didn't feel like watching my neighbor being mobbed by some strangers. "Whatever you're going to do, don't!"

"Fine." They sighed, and Dianna, whose name I remembered, walked away. "Now what? Party more?" The other girls got excited again. "Party!" They pushed away into the nearby woods.

"Phew." I sat down a lob of stone sticking out from the nearby woods.

Lee was still shaking from his experience with the girls, even though all they did was to make a circle around him.