Profiles - Main Charater

Name: Wendi Mallons

Age : 14

Height: 4'11

Grade Level : 9th

Hair Color : Black

Race : African American

Name : Sherri Rockson

Age : 15 ( correct grade in florida, Wendi got enrolled in school early)

Height : 5' 4

Grade level : 9th

Hair Color : Black

Race : African American

where do we go?

nobody knows

Ive gotta say;

im on my way... down

God gave me style and gave me grace

God put a smile upon my face

Coldplay: God put a smile upon your face

Chapter 1

Freaky Dreams & The Nightmare of the Truth

Its funny how one event can suddenly have your life flashing before your eyes.

Like right now, for a good example. I'm jumping over English style architecture for God knows what reason, while getting chased by people I don't know and would probably want to kill me.

See how that can have your life playing before your eyes?

I landed on the next rooftop with a thump, the shingled roof almost making me slip with the rain that had come down earlier that night. My lungs were burning, and I desperately wanted to stop. My legs felt like jelly that was wobbling at the edge of a butter knife, and I knew the only reason I had stayed alive this long was because of adrenaline. As I half ran, half skitted down the other side of house, I wondered what exactly had I done to get in such a predicament. I wasn't exactly your black neighbor that showed up with girl scout cookies, bit it wasn't like I was part of Juvie(A/N- Juvenile Detention Center) and had dark dealings with the NRA.(A/N-national rifle association)Seeing the jump before me, I leapt off a quarter of a second where I would have became a pancake. Just then I felt pain explode behind my eyes , along with a dull crunching noise when I landed on the roof wrong. Letting out a small whimper, I tried to bring myself back up. The moon had been my best friend so far, making me near to invisible because it was a new moon. But if they saw that I had fallen, I was dead. Panting, I had drawn myself up halfway before someone grabbed whatever part of my foot was hurting, making me scream with the pain I was receiving.

I was halfway in and out of it, blackness threaten at the edges of my vision. A new pain dragged at my scalp as I felt hot breath against my ear. "You can run, but you can't hide." said a familiar voice in my ear while I gave myself over to the blackness. I knew whatever they had planned for me, that death would be a sweet release.

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I gasped, clutching the sheets hard in my hands. Looking around I realized that once again, it had only been a dream. I squeezed on the white comforter one last time to make sure everything was real, and then threw off the covers. There was no point in going back to sleep when I'd probably have that nightmare again. Checking the navy alarm clock by my bed, it was three forty five in the morning. No wonder why it was still dark out. I swung my feet over the bed and slid out, already missing the warmth the sheets gave me. Pulling my thoughts together from my early morning haze, I began to get ready for the day. I knew my parents wouldn't think much of it, especially since I had insomnia. I was almost always up and at it by four thirty. What really disturbed me was not my sleeping habits, but the same nightmare I had been having for five nights in a row. It sent chills up my spine, thinking about the gruesome reality of it. And I still had yet to figure out where I had heard that voice from. Brushing my teeth in the bathroom mirror, I grimaced at my appearance. My normally light coca brown skin was streached around my face, creating deep shadows under my eyes. They made my slightly Asian like eyes more prominent. My eyes, which were normally a nice shade of brown, were darkened by lack of sleep. I shook my head, letting my black curly hair free. Finishing brushing my teeth and washing my face did a lot for my appearance, and I no longer looked like I just crawled out of Michel Jackson's thriller. Coming out of bathroom after a shower, I checked my calendar and realized that today was Friday. Realizing the relevance, I felt a burst of excited energy well up inside me. Today was going to be the last day before spring break! Morning blues thrown off, I headed toward my closet ready to pick out the morning wear.

Fifteen minutes later and I was downstairs. Checking the clock, I realized it was four forty. Normally my mother would be up prepping the breakfast for today. My mom and I shared the same curse of insomnia, so when she finally got her ten hours of sleep I didn't bother her. It also meant Id have to pick up the slack in her place. "What a pain." I muttered as I headed toward the stove, pulling out the things necessary for an omelet. In all reality, I really didn't mind. both my mother and my awesome step - father Joel pulled 8 to 5 jobs; Joel as a middle school math teacher, my mom Shavan as a supervisor at her job. Setting a pot for tea at the back burner, i began to beat the eggs together. "Cooking for the entire house I see." Said a warm female voice. " I heard you coming down the stairs mom." I replied, my back still to her. Pouring the beat eggs in the pan, I left them to hug my mother good morning. Squeezing her tight, I inhaled the scent of cinnamon and vanilla. "You better go check those eggs." she said as she maneuvered around my hug to get some tea. It wasn't too hard; the woman was five ten as comparable to my four foot eleven foot stature. I went back to the eggs as my Joel suddenly appeared in the kitchen. Minding my eggs, I knew that today was going to be a good day. Two hours later, the three of us were out and on the road to our various destinations. "Have a good day sweetheart." said my mother as she kissed me on the cheek before dropping me on the bus. I hopped out the car, and went to join my two friend's Sunny and Simone. "You look like your mom." Sunny remarked before the bus pulled up. I know. I thought before following the blonde on the bus. This day was getting progressively better, and maybe that regressive dream was just that.

How wrong I would later turn out to be.

The school bus dropped me off in the U shaped bus loop before school, allowing me a little time to get to the library and get some books before school started. I would need something to entertain me after me and a couple of friends got a school project done. Skipping up the steps, I said hi to my usual friends I hung with, and headed to go grab some books. I had picked up Inheritance, the last book in the eragon series; and was about to pick up a volume of Fullmetal Alchemist when a hand grabbed the same volume I was going for. I and my best friend Sherri looked at one another, and I could feel a smile growing on my face. "See Wendi, this is not how it's supposed to work." She informed me. "You're' supposed to let go of my book, and go get a different one." "I don't think so." I shot back at her." you're supposed to let go." She looked at me, mock surprise taking over her features." Oh hell naw."(a/n- that killed me a little right there, I had to butcher the word no.)" No Wendi, let go of the damn book." I jutted my chin out, ready to have a mock fight. But then a light bulb hit me." Ok." I told her, grabbing volume one of FMA. (a/n - I think I'm dying little by little inside.)" But last time I checked, this is the only volume in which Edward voluntarily takes his shirt off."I said, grinning wickedly. For all the readers reading, I swear to you I saw the best human interpretation of an animated rape face. Sherri almost fought me for that book." Rape!" I cried, trying my very hardest not to laugh out loud. Elbowing her in the gut, I fixed myself up panting. "You're coming over my house anyway this weekend." I told her. "we can trade books then." righting herself, she got up and looked at me. "Fuck your couch." She shot at me, and I knew that I had at least won that battle, though the war was yet to be seen. Me and Sherri both really like Fullmetal Alchemist, but Sherri was the one with the small attraction to Edward. Knowing this, I could obviously exploit her weakness. I didn't' t do it too often though, she was a friend after all.

I, Wendi Mallons, had been friends with Sherri Rockson for a good minute, and because of our similar personalities got along like we had known each other from the crib. Knowing each other from middle school helped, although we had never really known each other then. The first warning bell rung and I was snapped out of my reverie long enough for Mrs. Beckin to hand me the two books I had asked her to check out for me." Godspeed, girl." she told me, and I ran to my first period. I wished that the Godspeed would have lasted me the entire seven period school day, because it seemed like that was the slowest day of my life. I felt like a turtle could have done seven laps in the time the last school bell had rung. Most days, I would be glad to stay school. Delvin High was considered one of the best performing and visual art school in the country, but I was ready to hit the beach. Being an artist is fun but it was time for a break, and spring break would provide it. "Wendi!" a voice called to me, I turned around to see Shira and Maya run up to me. "What's up?" I asked the two of them. The two were also on the project that all four of us were going to work on, but I had a sinking feeling that these two were going to ditch. "My great grandmother just died." said Shira, confirming my suspicions. "and my family's going out of town." said Maya. "so both you guys wont make it ?" I asked them both. "Pretty much." answered Maya with nonchalance. "Do you guys have your part of the paper written down? I can type it for you." I asked them. I couldn't let the paper fall apart, and Ms. Bodie would give us hell if we didn't get the paper right. "Could you do that?" asked Shira, her eyes going huge. "Thank You!" she cried giving me her three page part of the paper, and Maya shoving her part in my hands. "Thanks Wendi." added Maya. I wasn't looking forward to typing it up, but a person gotta do what they gotta do right?

Later on that night, as was at my computer typing a short story for when I heard a knock at the door. "Oh hi, come in!" I heard my mother say from the front door. Grinning, I closed my laptop. Sherri and her mother were here, and I knew because my mother only uses that phrase for guests. I think I nearly flew down the stairs and just barely landed on my feet. "Oh hi!" I said casually. My mother's face had "WTF?" written all over it, and even Sherri was a little surprised that I could fly over furniture like that. "Hello Ms. Rockson." I said, smiling at Sherri's mother. " Do you mind if I borrow Sherri for a bit?" I asked her. "Oh ...um.. Of course..." She said a little startled at my straightforwardness. "Good." I declared, and grabbed Sherri. I would only have three days with her, and I would need some serious help getting Maya's and Shira part done.

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"Break time!" I declared, rolling over and massaging my sore wrists. Sherri had her own laptop in front of her, playing asian kung fu generation on her computer. "You good?" I asked her. "Mm..." I got in reply. She was probably caught up in reading something, and was only halfway in our universe. " I have to use the bathroom, ill be right back." I told her, and left. Her permed, straight black hair blocked the computer screen. I halfway knew that leaving Sherri by herself was a bad idea, but I had no idea how bad until I came back and found Sherri copying a transmutation circle into the wood floor with a red marker. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY FLOOR!" I shrieked, and then lowered my voice tone. Sherri looked at me, looking halfway peeved and halfway amused. "Well damn, I found this array online and thought you might want to test it!"

First mistake. never trust anything of the net kids.

"I don't do creepy witchcraft voodoo shit." I said firmly, although a small tendril of curiosity creeped into my mind.( A/N- I hope I didn't offended anyone who Wicca or anyone that practices alchemy or magic. ) She looked me dead in the face as I looked away from the transmutation circle, trying to stop the questions from blurting from my tongue.

"You know you want to."

"No I don't, shut up"

"Come try it Wendi"

"No." I said, though a smile was creeping over my face.

"Come on..."

I cracked into a full smile as I went over to her. " I hope this doesn't work, so that way I say I told you so." I told her spitefully. "Here we go." said Sherri , clapping her hand and putting it to the circle. Feeling a little nervous chilly feeling in my stomach, I ignored it and placed my hands to the floor.

Nothing happened.

We looked at each other before I grinned, feeling a little bit more than stupid." can I say I told you so? " I bragged. "Shut up." She said, a blush staining her dark cheeks.

Second mistake. Bragging way too soon.

I felt something sharp, and withdrew my finger. "Ouch!" I said, frowning at the little drop of blood that made an appearance on my index finger. I watched, almost with a small bit of fascination as it hit the transmutation circle.

Third mistake. Bleeding over a transmutation circle. Maybe if I had gone back to that moment, I would have remembered that blood is used as a sacrifice.

As a form of payment.

Me and Sherri mouth dropped open as the circle blazed with yellow light. I wanted to stick my tongue out at Sherri about her being right, but I couldn't move. I felt a cold chill dash down my spine like icy cold water as the light around us turned an dangerous shade of purple.

Suddenly I could feel nothing at all. then; a numb sense of pressure, like when you stick your hand in cold water for a long time and then someone holds your hand. With a start, I realized that Sherri was holding my hand and she looked terrified. Looking around me I realized that we where surrounded by nothingness except for a black obsidian gate in front of us.

And a white figure grinning manically, waving at us with a human arm and leg.

Truth.