New Life in Rianate 1 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 1

... just leave school! Or… well, can I?” Dad’s green eyes looked at mine and I swear I saw earth in his gaze. He actually looked really handsome with the green hair and eyes, it fit him (obviously, his affinity). “If you wanna leave, I’ll talk with Brice on changing you. Brice is like… like the principle of Rianate,” dad said. “Okay. I’’ll… do I need a bag?” I asked. “Few clothes, personal items. You’ll really change there, trust me.” I nodded then kissed his cheek. As I walked up to my room, questions swarmed around my head. Will they accept me? How did the place come along? Did mom have like, fire arms like lavagirl? What if my affinity doesn’t come in? What if I have a terrible affinity? To clear my head, I took a steamy shower. The water felt amazing, dropping down my body, cleaning the scratches on my arms and legs. yeh, those rocks massacred me. I finished the shower then toweled myself off. Packing was one of my least favorite things to do: I always forgot something. I had a Victoria’s Secret bag big enough for me to curl up in, so I stuffed all of my shit in there. Jeans, tee shirts, sweaters, favorite hoodie, shorts pajamas, shoes, iPod, iPhone, Laptop and my chargers. I alway wore the necklace my mom gave me when I was first born. It had an EF carved into it—my initials. (Eris Faye, so weird sounding but really cool.) My bag was in front of my door and I laid down. Now that I knew about dad’s affinity, he was outside and cleaning the yard. Like, literally just flicking ...

... his wrist and pushing the stuff around. New life in Rianate…. might be good, might be bad. Just different…. Those were my last thoughts before sleep took over my body. ==== I woke up the next morning with a relaxed feeling washed over my body. Dad told me that we’d leave whenever I felt like it and I really wanted to go. After breakfast, I quickly dressed then looked at my room. He said I’d be there until I was 18 or how long I wanted to stay after that. Before I left, I grabbed my favorite book—Lolita by Vladmir Nabokov. I’m not sure why this was my favorite book, I just enjoyed the deepness of it. Dad was leaving his room right when I stepped out and I smiled at him. His hair had a streak of green in the blonde, he must’ve been changing it back. “Ready?” he asked. “yeh. And uh, you’re green,” I said, pointing to his head. Dad’s eyes went up and he noticed the green. He changed back then we went down the stairs. I stepped into my shoes and looked around the house one last time. Well, not really. Last time for a year. We walked out of the backyard and into the woods. Dad knew it like he knew how to explain sports to someone: he knew his shit. Dad took easy turns and as he walked through the trees, they moved out of his way, like he was some King walking into his castle. They moved for me, too and I glanced at the branches as we walked away. Dad took me to a secluded area where the path circled inside of some trees. There was open dirt and it was circled by plant life. “Okay,” ...