Notes

"Mine!"

This possessive shout could be heard all around the volley ball court and while many usually found it annoying, something about the aggressiveness thrilled Bliss. She often spent her afternoons here, reading or writing or perhaps even simply staring off into space. These reveries were often plagued by thoughts of her father, and his recent engagement. She had yet to meet the woman her dad had deemed better than her mother, but she could only imagine how horrible she was. Bliss imagined her as a witch - green skin, wonky teeth, crooked nose, the whole shebang. However, this was not what occupied her thoughts on this certain day.

The sunset she currently found herself admiring marked her third day at Bass Academy, and it was safe to say that Bliss loved it here. While most of the kids here didn't understand her, they all accepted her. Wherever she went, there were people that accepted her strange idiosyncrasies with open arms. People talked to her, inquired about her day. These were all so new to her. Perhaps she had experienced them before, when she was younger, but after everyone realized she wasn't like them, these pleasantries seemed to stop. But here at Bass, people wondered about her. They cared about her.

One, a great deal more than the rest.

His name was Carter Evans - though he insisted on being called Amos. For what reason? Nobody knew. The boy was somewhat of an an outcast at the camp - a feat, considering the welcoming and loving nature of the place - and was often left alone during his free time. This is how Bliss met him.

It had been just another evening at the volley ball courts, and Bliss was completely lost in one of the many books she had smuggled into camp with her. Suddenly, she's pulled from the fictional world she had emersed herself in when a voice startles her.

"Whatcha readin princess?"

Bliss stops for a moment and looks up. "A book." She replies, continuing to read, unbothered by the seemingly invisible person.

"Smart." The voice says again and a presence joins her on the bench, "Hi. I'm Amos."

She looks up again, folding her book up on her finger, "I'm Bliss." she says and ignores his outstretched hand.

"Bliss? That's quite a name." Carter - or Amos - says, grinning. He takes his hand back, completely unfazed by her obvious rejection, "what house are you staying in?"

The question is odd, but Bliss had come to expect questions like these and answers without missing a beat. "B."

"B? That's cool." He says, clasping his hands together awkwardly, "I'm in E."

Bliss nods, "Oh."