One World Away

Chapter 1 Invisible

     The school bell rang out, echoing throughout the massive campus that Alina High School resided upon. It was January 5th. The second semester of the school year had just begun. . . A woman in a gray suit and long skirt shut the door to the classroom, which was decorated in white and a bright blue. Her hair was a deep blue, dipping just below her shoulders and her eyes were light beige. She took a seat at her desk, a plaque with 'Valory Vale' etched onto it in silver stood atop it. Her freshman literature class was a rambunctious bunch, gossip already flying across the room from every side and in every direction. A sigh left her mouth as she patiently awaited for them to quiet. . .

After ten minutes, with silence nowhere in sight, Ms. Vale had lost her patience.

"Quiet down." She began in an inside tone, very few listening. With a roll of her eyes, her voice grew louder. "SHUT UP." A suffocating force pressed down on her class and immediately made them quiet at once. "First day and you're already making me raise my voice." The bluenette scolded them in annoyance as she loaded up the class roster on her computer. Attendance soon began and the class was as quiet as it could possibly be, no one wanting to anger the teacher known for her ill temper. Eventually, she arrived at a name that she didn't linger on and no one really paid attention to it either. "Aris."

"Here." A slightly high, but mostly medium pitched voice replied softly. The boy wore a pair of jeans, black tennis shoes, and a plain black shirt with his winter coat hanging on his chair. His figure was nothing special, simply thin and not exactly tall or short, standing at 5'5. Messy, raven black hair rested upon his head. The only thing that truly stood out about the appearance of Aris Scarlet was his piercing blue eyes. . .

The teacher marked him present and didn't give him a second thought. Once attendance was over, she got class started. Not once did she call on Aris, quickly forgetting he was even there. He wasn't a troublemaker, and he wasn't a star student. . . he was just there, hardly noticeable to quite literally everyone. Of course, he did have a few people he talked to, but they never really sought him out and nor did he them. Unsurprisingly, nothing really changed throughout the rest of class, nor in next two classes. The fifteen year old would simply say 'here' and pay some attention to the lesson without receiving any attention at all. . . The dining hall wasn't any different.

     During lunch, Aris would simply sit himself at a lone table close to the window and gaze out to the campus. . . It was difficult to decipher whether the school was a high school or a college. The school colors were white and blue. Four, five story tall buildings marked the corners of the school grounds, one for each grade. In the center of the campus was the Central Tower, which stood at ten stories high. It held the dining hall, gymnasium, auditorium, library, the clubs, and just about everything that was shared between the grade levels. The only things that weren't there were the fields, the school having two, one on the eastern side and the other on the west, and the stadium which was the northernmost thing on campus. Paths leading to each location were organized accordingly and roads for buses and cars were abundant. The only other thing of note was the courtyard just ahead of the Central Tower, which had a large canopy over it. It was a lot for a high school, but it did compensate for the sheer amount of students. . .

     Aris's fourth and final class of the day, biology, went by the same as the first three. His grades weren't exactly top notch, but they were never worryingly bad. They were just at the point that his teachers didn't have to worry about him failing, but didn't warrant any praise either. Again, he was simply 'there'. . . Before long, school came to end and the freshman found himself clad in his winter coat and walking out of the front gates. . .

     In hindsight, walking home in the snow was not the best idea ever, but it wasn't as if he had many options. By the time he got home, his fingers were shaking from the cold. It was a normal home, standing at two floors high. The bottom floor held the garage, a bedroom, and a lounge area. The stairs led up into the living room, which then led into the dining room and kitchen. To the right of the living room was the master bedroom and the left was a hall that led to the laundry room, bathroom, and two more bedrooms. The general color scheme was a light gray and a sky blue.

     Aris shut the front door and kicked the snow off his shoes before walking up the steps and to the hall. Along the walls were family photos and quite a few things that belonged to his older sister. Soon, the ravennette arrived at his room. It wasn't anything special, just his bed in the corner, a nightstand beside it with a dresser just a bit further away and his desk and chair on the other side of the room a small ways away from the closet. He set his backpack onto his chair and shed himself of his clothes, dressing himself in black sweatpants and a plain gray shirt. The boy fished out his homework, texted his parents to tell them he was home, and got to work. . .

     It wasn't long before they arrived, the youngest Scarlet in tow. The mother, Meris Scarlet opened the door for her little girl and husband. Much like her son, her raven black hair was quite messy, flowing down to her just above shoulders. It was from her that Aris inherited his bright blue eyes. . .

"Aris, we're home!" She called out, the boy giving a small shout back to assure her that he heard. Knowing that, they didn't see the need to go properly check on him. The father, Siris Scarlet, ruffled his daughter's hair and began to walk downstairs and to the garage. Unlike his son, his hair was combed and red in color, almost a blood red. His eyes were an emerald green and he was quite tall.

"Mommy, can I have some hot chocolate?" The little sister, Elis Scarlet requested. She carried the same hair color as her father, a blood red, but held the bright blue eyes of her mother. The girl was seven years old, and her height reflected that.

"Of course you can, sweetie. I'll make it for you, just let me get changed." Meris excused herself and after just a few moments, she was at the dining table and sharing a cup of hot-coco with her youngest daughter. . . Meanwhile, Aris was finishing the last pieces of his work and once he did finish, he just put everything away and began thinking on what to do next. Sleep seemed appealing, but the growl of his stomach objected to that. The fifteen year old made his way to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. In the amount of time it took him to make it, eat it, rest a bit, and then leave. . . His mother and little sister didn't really pay him any mind. They were laughing and playing with each other and it all just went into Aris's ears and moved right back out.

When he went to his room, he did take a small nap, but it was ended by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. In a few moments, the older sister, Iris Scarlet made it home. Her hair was just a tad lighter than their father's, but much longer. It was tied into a pony tail that ended at her mid-back. Her eyes were just as green as Siris's. She was seventeen, stood at a tall 5'8 and had a slim yet athletic build. Her front was of a moderate size and the same for the rear.

"Mom, I'm home!" Iris announced, cleaning herself off just like the others.

"Iris!" Elis cheered, the elder girl paling as the little girl sprinted toward her!

"Wait, I'm still covered in-" and her sister hugged her tightly, covering herself in snow as well. . .

"Hi!"

"Hi Elis. . ." The seventeen year old sighed before the seven year old dropped herself off. Soon, Iris gave everyone in the house a quick 'hi' before retreating to her room to do her own homework. . .

When dinner came around, the five members of the Scarlet family were gathered at the table. It was lively, the hyper Elis always talking, the playful Meris always endorsing her. Iris always had the smarts and accomplishments to boast with and the stories to talk about, Siris always quick to praise and comment. And Aris. . . was always quiet. He didn't really bring much to the table besides his presence. He wasn't hyper, nor was he playful. He didn't have any stories, and nothing he did was worthy of a scolding, but none of it deserves praise either. The middle child was always the first to finish eating. He'd set his plate down in the sink and sit down, waiting for the rest to finish so they'd be allowed to leave. Next was his parents, then Elis, and finally Iris. The youngest Scarlet was always the quickest to leave, followed by the mother and father. . .

"So, how was school day?" The eldest sibling asked her little brother. Her emerald eyes met his bright blue for only a moment before she received her answer. . .

"Same as always." Aris said, barely loud enough for her to hear.

"Oh." Iris's lips curved down, though the boy didn't notice. Talking to her little brother was always difficult, and holding a conversation was even harder. Nothing ever really happened to him, and she didn't want to just talk about herself. There was never anything interesting to talk about with him. He was. . . her brother was just boring. Her phone suddenly rang, the girl taking it from her pocket and looking at the caller. The ID was that of her boyfriend's. "Oh, I need to take this! I'll be back!" The redhead rushed downstairs to her room. . . and for some reason, the ravennette stayed put. She did say she'd be back. . .

She didn't come back. . . and Aris simply went back to his room. Night soon arose and the boy found himself on his bed. Sleeping during the day was always easy, but sleeping at night, on time, never was. He just aimlessly stared up at the ceiling, the sounds of his older sister on the phone moving through the ceiling of her room and the floor of his. It was. . . annoying. Luckily, her mother was there to shut things down with her rounds of goodnights and the last child she granted it to was her son. The door slowly crept open just enough for her to see the ravennette. . .

"Goodnight, Aris." Meris whispered to the seemingly sleeping boy. She never realized he was still awake. . . And thus concluded just another average day. . . .