AN: So this is a race to witch mountain book. I watched it yesterday and it may even take over The Hunger Games spot as my favourite movie! Anyway so this is the same as the movie except I've added in my own oc who may or may not fall for a certain someone. (If you've read ANY of my fanfics, excluding Dolphin Tale, you'll know that my favourite characters are Cato and Clove so think of where I heard about it from and then who my favourite character in this may be). Love you all. Dolphindreamer11. P.S This won't just be in my oc's pov, I'll also do it in Seth's (Me hoping that I didn't just give it all away).
Hello, my name is Emily Geanson and I'm 14 years old. My parents died when I was 10 and I was put into the custody of my 'uncle' Jack. He was in prison shortly but my family trusted him and he really was like an uncle to me. He now works as a cab driver.
I have long, wavy blonde hair to my waist that I wear today in a fishtail braid. I have big, blue ocean coloured eyes and pale skin. Today I wear blusher, a natural eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. I am wearing my designer skinny jeans and a purple vest top. I wear a black, Hollister zip-up hoodie but unzipped if that makes sense. I wear brown heeled leather boots and I carry my brown, leather tote. In my bag I have a sketchbook, my phone, pencil case, book (the Hunger Games) and a notepad.
"Emily, we need to leave." MY uncles voice yells. Today I'm coming with him to work. He's on overload because of the 'nutjob' convention, as we call it. I've tried talking to him but he won't let me stay home alone and all my friends are busy.
I walk with him to the cab area. As we get to the cab area my uncle spots a black jeep.
"Hey, you guys gotta move this thing, I gotta go." MY uncle tells the driver, through his tinted glass windows. A man steps out of the car.
"Jack," He greets in a cheerful yet sinister way "Don't return phonecalls anymore?" Another guy appears behind Jack.
"Mr Wolfe thinks you're being rude."
"Emily, get in the cab." I comply, sitting in the front passenger seat, still listening to the conversation.
"Tell Wolfe that when I said it was the last time, I meant it." That was Uncle Jack.
"Mr Wolfe decides when it's the last time, not you Jack." That was the black jeep guy.
"He likes you Jackie. Hates to see you wasting your god-driven driving talent giving fat tourists cab rides up and down the Strip. Buddy, what kind of life is that?" And that was the appearing guy.
"It's one I'm late for." Jack replies. There's a pause and then grunting and smashing. I just hope that wasn't to Jack.
"You got a death wish?" The black jeep man asks.
"I drive a cab in Vegas." Jack replies opens the door and the appearing dude says.
"You're dead Jack." Then a siren wails.
"Hey! What are you doing? Man, are you insane? Move this out of the taxi zone before I give you a ticket." Thank you Officer.
"See you soon, Jackie." The appearing guy says as they get in there car and drive off. Jack shuts the door and revs up the engine. Jack drives out the taxi zone. Everything's normal before I look in the mirror to check my make-up and see a boy and girl, about my age.
"Uncle Jack?" I call out and point behind us. He see's and stops, the tires screeching horrifically. We both turn around to look at the kids who seem confused at our startledness. Car horns begin honking at us to move but we ignore them.
"Where'd you come from?" Jack asks.
"Outside." The boy says, confused. I giggle at how, well, funny it is. He actually seems to think that Jack didn't know that.
Looking at them closer I think that they'd be twins. They have the same lightning blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin and ragged clothing.
"I figured that part out on my own. How'd you get in the car?" Jack says, glaring at me to stay silent. I nodded and zipped ,my lips childishly.
"Through that portal." The girl says as they both point at the right hand car door.
"I'm Seth. This is my sister ,Sara." Seth says. Seth. That's a hot name. Wait, what? Just looking at him makes my tummy queasy. His bright icy blue eyes. I can just imagine staring into them ,running my hands through his silky, soft blonde locks, laying on his muscular body, OK these thoughts stop NOW!
"We require transportation services immediately." Seth continues. Does he always use really long and complicated words?
"In English please?" I ask and Jack glares at me again.
"I thought I told you to zip it." He whispers and elbows me in the ribcage.
"Really?" Jack continues, this time speaking to the twins "Well I require-"
"A currency transaction." The blonde girl, Sara interrupts.
"Would this amount suffice?" Seth asks. He reveals a massive wad of cash.
"Woah." I marvel. I really have never seen so much money.
"What did you two do, rob a bank?" Jack asks and I laugh again at his dry humour.
"Is this acceptable, Jack Bruno?" Sara asks and me and Jack exchange a look. We never mentioned his full name.
"How do you know my name?" Jack asks. Sara points at Jack's drivers licence. Seth continues.
"If we have a deal for your services, we must move forward rapidly. It is urgent we get to our destination without delay."
"All, right, I'm going." Jack yells out at an angry driver. "Where to." Jack asks, deciding to take them where they wanna go. I try to ignore the strange feelings inside me. I mean, it's just a cab journey right? Then he'll go and I'll never see him again.
Seth produces a strange black handhold device that begins to make strange beeping sounds.
"I need an address." Jack pushes.
"We must travel in that direction." Sara concludes , pointing north.
"I'm gonna need something more specific than just 'that direction'." Jack once again pushes as I stifle another laugh. His dry humours funny, OK?!
"We must locate latitude 40.54 cross-intersecting longitude-" Seth starts.
"We're just gonna stick with 'that direction'." Jack decides. Seth looks so confused and annoyed, it's so cute. My phone starts ringing so I pull it out and see my BFF's name and picture flashing on the screen.
"What's that peculiar wireless device?" Seth asks.
"It's a mobile phone." I say carefully. Everyone had and knew what a mobile was these days. Had these two been living under a rock all there lives?
"Who is it?" Jack asks, with no interest in his voice.
"Natalie." I respond and he makes a gesture to say that I can answer.
AN: sorry that I'm stopping it here but my laptops gone really slow and is running out of charge. I'll get the next chapter up tomorrow. Please comment and favourite, etc.