My character's backstories.

Summary

Everyone is connected, one way or another. It's those connections that either help us or hurt us. If you enjoy, hearing about characters people make, and wanna know their backstories. This is the story(s) for you.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Corin Zaylen

"Sir, his vitals look good. Do you think he's ready?" A man, wearing a ventilated protection suit asked into a walkie talkie. It took a bit for the other guy to respond, but then he said "Begin."


Then i woke up, sweaty and hot. I was wrapped in my sheets, only my feet showing. "What.." I was unable to grasp, what my dream was. I sighed, as i got up and shut off my alarm.

As i had shut off my alarm, i looked into my mirror. Staring at my creamy complexion, as well as my little spritz of freckles. I stared back into my baby blue eyes (slightly pink on the top), and ran a quick hand into my wavy, blonde hair. Even if i did look good, i still didn't like myself. I don't know what it was, i just didn't.

I pulled out a off the shoulders top, a black tank-top, and my usual wavy, pink skirt. Then i looked into the mirror as i applied a bit of lip-gloss and eyeliner/mascara. I thought "Well, i'm not exactly pretty, but it'll do." I headed down the stairs, seeing a note on the fridge.

Dearest, Corin.

Hiya sweetie, i'm heading into work early.

I want you to know that i love you,

and i hope you have a good day at school.

Love, Mom.



I sighed as i had finally gotten to school, i saw the boy i liked and my heart froze. I quickly, went over to the side and watched him go inside. I let out the breath i was holding in and calmly got out of the corner, heading inside. I sighed and headed upstairs, to my locker. I reached it, and unlocked it using my comb. I put my bag in my locker, grabbed my stuff and quickly headed to class, i then accidentally bumped into someone and fell on them. I then sat up a bit, and realized it was the guy i was into.

I gasped softly, got up and pulled him up with me. "A-are you okay?" I had a soft, almost feminine tone for a male. He smiled at me "Yeah, i'm okay. Are you?" He gently reached out and touched my face. "You have a bruise there, it looks really bad." I felt my face flush at his contact.

I moved away from his hand. "I-it's nothing, really.." He gave a concerned look. "Are you sure?" his tone was calm and gentle, and soothing. I felt my face heat up more