I AM WRITING AGAIN!!

ANYWAYYY if u want to read the scenes I’ve got…it’s November scenes… (good luck gang…don’t hate me XD)

here’s the first one! (btw I’m not looking for critiques. this is a draft and idk how the writing is honestly…im not super happy but im just getting words down.)

And its not super linear cuz Im not doing Ara’s scenes.

“Hey! Get back here ya little-”

 

The name was lost in the crowd as November duck under a passing family, brown parcel tucked underneath his arm. Indignant cries went up as the curly-haired youth crawled on all fours through the crowd, stepping on skirts and tripping children.

 

“Sorry! Apologies…my bad! Oops, j-just-excuse me!” He kept his head low, eyes scanning behind him for any sign of his attackers. A few young ladies yelped as he leapt from his spot, knocking back a few of their dresses on accident. He blushed profusely, shielding his eyes with one hand as he backed away, nearly falling over.

 

“Ahh! S-sorry! I’m not-I mean-so sorry!” He stuttered, rushing off. He sucked in a breath of air as he ran down the street, maneuvering through the crowd. His nose wrinkled as he passed by the fisher’s market, the smell of freshly-and not so freshly-caught fish wafting through the air.

 

“Oi, kid!”

 

November paused, turning to find the new voice. His eyes fell on the scraggly man filling the outside tanks with a variety of marine life. The boy blinked, pointing with an expression that spoke, “Me?”

 

“Yuh you. Fancy some fish?”

 

November frowned, shaking his head. “Ah, no thanks sir. Not really,” he scrunched his nose, looking at the variety of fish, some past expired, laid out on sheets of ice, and others swimming sadly in cases of glass. “I’m…in a bit of a hurry.”

 

“Ah, never too much of a hurry for fine goods! Come on, lad!” The man stepped down from his porch, reaching to grab the boy. November flinched, shaking his head again.

 

“N-No, really, I’m good!” He glanced at the fish and other marine life. The man had octopus, shrimp, starfish…all of which looked equally sad and…not very appetizing. They just looked trapped.

 

If anything, it just made November sad.

 

And the man, made him uncomfortable.

 

“Hey! There he is!”

 

November’s head snapped up, eyes widening. He looked over his shoulder, spotting the young man who was pointing at him. He shook the salesman off him, taking a step back. “I-I’m really sorry, b-but I’ve gotta go!”

 

A hand grabs his arm. Squeezes.

 

“Ah, you aren’t going anywhere…Jinx.”

 

November freezes, eyes widening and staring at the salesman. The man who once had a slight, deranged smile now just looks annoyed, even angry. November’s throat closes up; he can’t speak, can’t move.

 

Fight stupid!

 

But…he can’t.

 

He’s too scared…

 

“Good job unc’!” A voice says.

 

November shrinks, hiding slightly behind the man who holds him captive. The only thing keeping him from the ones he’s most afraid of.

 

“Ah, wasn’t that hard. He’s not exactly bright.” The boy winces.

 

The gang of boys approaches, a few years older than November himself, each varying in looks. The nephew of the man is a young, rather good looking young man with bright silver hair, despite his uncle’s sleazy, appearance: though the smell of fish is still quite apparent. Not that November would ever say that.

 

“Here, I don’t want anything to do with the kid,” the man huffs, practically throwing November towards the nearest young man. “Shouldn’t even be roaming the streets with kids around. Dangerous I tell ya! Someone oughtta’ do something…” The man continues mumbling as he steps into his marketplace.

 

November squeezes his eyes shut, refusing to cry in front of the group of boys surrounding him. He winces as someone forcefully pulls him by his curls. He frowns, facing the perpetrator.

 

“He’s right ya know. I don’t know why you even come around here. Should’ve just stayed with daddy today.” One of the young men, the leader of the group, smirked as he shook November by his curls, making the boy grimace and grapple for his hands, brown parcel still tucked under one arm.

 

Callan, with his slicked back brown hair and chiseled features was the gang’s self-proclaimed leader. Self-proclaimed in that no one dared to take the position from him, or they’d be beaten into the ground. The gang liked to go around A’Grend and ‘torment’ those they didn’t think fit in with what A’Grend was supposed to look like.

 

And who better to target then A’Grend’s notorious Jinx…which was, to November’s dismay…him.

 

“I…had to run an errand,” November whispered, gripping with one hand the hands that were entangled in his ginger curls.

 

“Yea? And it was so important you had to put others at risk?”

 

“I-I didn’t-” November looked up, confused.

 

“But you did! Cause you always do,” Callan glared, leaning down into November’s face, “Every time you step outside, you put other in danger. It’s all you do, get it? Why do you think everyone calls you a jinx, huh? For fun?” Callan stood straight, pulling the boy with him. “Well, actually, it is kinda fun…but no,” The others around him laughed. “It’s cause, you don’t do any good, Gingersnap,” Callan released the boy’s hair, allowing him a moment of relief. November rubbed his head, staring at the ground as each word chipped away at him.

 

“All you do is cause trouble. Heck, even your ol’ pops agrees.”

 

November flinched, fists clenching. His eyes stung and he bit his lip, looking away. Callan smiled, chuckling, a dark edge to it. “Ah, don’t worry. I’m sure if you run enough of these “errands” he keeps sending you on, you’ll make it up to him.”

 

November met the older boy’s eyes, having to look up to do so. His eyes shone with his unshed tears, but he still tried to look as tough as he could muster. Callan merely shook his head, still chuckling with the rest of the young boys around him.

 

“That is, if you survive those errands.”

 

November’s eyes widened.

 

Before he could protest or even move the parcel he’d been trying to cling to was torn from his grasp.

 

“Hey! W-Wait!”

 

One of the boys in back looked at it with an inspecting eye, “Huh, can’t tell what it is,” he shook it. Something inside rattled and November inwardly winced, heart beating hard in his chest.

 

“Think it’s breakable?” Another asked.

 

“Anything’s breakable if you hit it hard enough!”

 

“No!” November cried, tried to grab it back, but he was held back by the fisherman’s nephew. In horror, November watched as the parcel was thrown on the ground and smashed to pieces. He gasped, shaking.

 

His father…his father would never forgive him.

 

Ever.

 

“Huh…guess it was breakable.” One of the boys said, hands in his pockets. The group laughed. Released, November got down on his knees, trying his best to fix the box and put the pieces of…whatever was inside back. A few of his tears finally fell and he wiped at his nose with the edge of his sleeve.

 

“Aw, he’s crying!”

 

“Poor little jinx.”

 

Unable to fix it, November laid the box back on the ground, staring at it. Callan stepped forward, hands in his pockets. He toed at the parcel with the toe of his boot, head tilted. November glanced up at him, furiously wiping his eyes.

 

Why did he have to start crying…?

 

Why…why did he have to be so weak?

 

“See? You just…mess everything up. You’re no good, Jinx.” Callan bent down, frowning with fake sadness. “All you ever do, is hurt people. And sometimes…that person’s even yourself.”

 

November’s shoulders sagged as he looked back down at the mess…

 

The mess he’d made…

 

Because…

 

He was a jinx.

 

Why did everything always go wrong…?

 

Callan stood back up, head tilted with a cruel smile. He glanced at those around him, the group growing closer, with November none the wiser.

 

“I wonder what else is breakable, don’t you?”

• This reply was modified 3 weeks, 5 days ago by GodlyFantasy12.

@loopylin awww thx!! I feel like my writing is subpar tbh….but idk sometimes posting it elsewhere helps? idk…I give myself such a hard time. I’m just writing it down, and I have to remind myself that every single second XD

And if she was there (she does later have a confrontation with her, Callan and November) she isn’t at that place in her character to fight back );

But ya callan sucks