Summery: At exactly midnight a shooting star flashes by in both SD and AZ. Two girls of 16 make a wish at the same time and und up in the YYH world. Enjoy!
Extended Summery: Its 25 minutes to midnight and two girls, both 16, slip outside to get some air. They walk around and when it's almost midnight a shooting star flashes by. Though they're wanted in the world they're in, they always felt like they didn't belong. So, they make a wish at the same time. After that they see the star turn in its course and split in two directions.
Author's Note: This might be cliché now and again, but I hope you like it anyway! By the way, the two girls are both me and my friend that I share this account with, NOT OCs!
Kerica & Lynx
P.S. If this ends up being like someone else's (it happens), I didn't know. This is being written off the tops of my friend's and my heads, so notify me if you have a friend with something similar. And also…WE DON'T OWN ANYTHING, except ourselves of course.
Key for this chapter:
Bria – plain/regular
Rachel – italic
Songs: underlined
The Shooting Star
A young woman of 16 sighed as she lay on her bed in the darkness of her room. She couldn't sleep at all, so she played her CD. Skipping to song four, she listened to the music and sang the lyrics softly,
"This world will never be/What I expected/And if I don't belong/Who would have guessed it/I will not leave alone/Everything that I own/To make you feel like it's not too late/It's never too late
(Chorus)Even if I say/It'll be alright/Still I hear you say/You want to end your life/Now and again we try/To just stay alive/Maybe we'll turn it all around/'Cause it's not too late/It's never too late
No one will ever see/This side reflected/And if there's something wrong/Who would have guessed it/And I have left alone/Everything that I own/To make you feel like/It's not too late/It's never too late
(Chorus)
The world we knew/Won't come back/The time we've lost/Can't get
back/The life we had/Won't be ours again
This world will never
be/What I expected/And if I don't belong
Even if I say/It'll be
alright/Still I hear you say/You want to end your life/Now and again
we try/To just stay alive/Maybe we'll turn it all around/'Cause it's
not too late/It's never too late/Maybe we'll turn it all
around/'Cause it's not too late/It's never too late (It's never too
late)/It's not too late/It's never too late…"
She was a night owl. That's what she claimed anyway, loved night more then she liked the day. At least in the night, she was able to live in her own thoughts and dreams without anyone badgering her about living in a world that was non-existent.
She sat down on her swing, Ipod in hand, and her daydreaming started to flow to her mind through the song that was playing, "Here's to the night you felt alive, here's to the tears you knew you'd cry, here's to goodbye tomorrow's gone and come to soon." She sighed, yeah, this song told her life, that's for sure.
"Rachel! You'll catch a cold without a jacket."
Yet her dream shattered.
"I'll come in soon." Was a grumbled reply, and the window shut. She was wearing a shirt, jeans, and sneakers, and she felt fine. She didn't need a jacket.
This song always made her cry, so now hot tears ran down her cheeks. She watched the neon-green numbers on her CD/radio/alarm clock shifted to say 11:38. Now, she always had her clock set a few minutes ahead, so it was actually 11:35. She wiped her eyes and let out a calming puff of air, "Might as well get dressed…" she mumbled to herself when there was a break in the song. Getting up she stopped the CD and began to look for an outfit.
She grabbed a black long-sleeved shirt and then a dark red short-sleeved vest/shirt. It was the middle of May – Saturday May 16th to be exact – but it was still chilly now and again at night. The teen sifted through her pants and found her black leggings. She slipped on her black and red fingerless gloves before putting on her blood-red watch on her left wrist. Donning her outfit she looked at the watch; it was now fifteen minutes till midnight.
Rachel sighed; she stared at the bright stars that shined above her. She was smart, yet she lived in a sheltered place, that couldn't live up to her advance ways. She wanted to be challenged, to have an adventure, "Is it too much to ask for?"
The last thing she did was open her blinds and windows. The three cats she had jumped in them: Lily and Pippin in one, Harlequin in the other. After giving cuddles to Lily, she grabbed her tennis shoes and went drown stairs as quietly as possible in her black-socked feet. Luckily, the dogs didn't start making a racket even after she got on the porch. She locked the door with the keys she got from her rain jacket and grinned when they didn't go off even then.
Rachel glanced around, she loved being in the graveyard at this time of night, maybe her mother didn't mind her walking. She jumped off the swing and walked to the graveyard that was only by the back of her house.
She quickly slipped on her shoes and grabbed her denim cap and slipped out the door. She got to the edge of her walkway, "Alright, Brianna, you got fifteen minutes. Which way? The Fairgrounds or head to the Playground?" the teen said to herself as she put her shoulder-length chocolate hair in a ponytail and looked from side to side. She sighed and turned right, headed in the direction of the School.
A few minutes passed and Brianna sighed, "Right now I feel…" broke off as she heard the leaves in the tree rustle and grinned, "Just like a leaf on a breeze." She began to sing the song that ran through her head. The leaves had crackled again ominously, a sure sign that was trying to tell her she was going the wrong way.
Rachel blinked as she kept staring up at the stars upward, she only ran half way and then decided to walk. Sadly, since she was so used looking down to hide her eyes before anyone else, she tripped against the ground and hit her head. She groaned and got up. 'Ouch.' She thought to herself and then finally jumped a fence; she was getting nearer to the graveyard. Call her gothic, and call her idiotic, but this was her life, she loved the dead, for they listened.
However, her usually snap-reaction mind was too busy concentrating on the lyrics to notice, "Who knows where it's blowin'/Who knows where it's goin'/I find myself somewhere I – I never thought I'd be/Going round in circles…" Footsteps sounded with hers, but no one was anywhere near, and she raised an eyebrow as she looked around. Nothing felt like something bad was going to happen, for once, "Thinking about you and me…"
Brianna suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked ahead of her. She had changed direction, and was now heading toward the Fairgrounds. She heard an echo with her voice, "How do I explain it when I don't know what to say/What do I do now - so much has changed…" 'This is freaky…then again, I'm freaky…so…' she chuckled and looked at her watch, 'Seven minutes…' She quickened her pace but this time headed in the direction she should have gone before.
Many minutes past and then Brianna started the song up again, the echo joining her flawlessly, "Nothing I have ever known – has made me feel this way/Nothing I have ever seen…" she and the echo skipped a line on purpose, "But here I am - ready for you/I'm turnin', I'm fallin' – I hear my home callin'…" her feet started going a bit faster as she passed her house. "Hey - I've never felt somethin' so strong – oh no/It's like nothing I've ever known…" she glanced down and once she got to a separation crack of concrete stones, she used it as a push-off point as she started running.
"How do I explain it when I don't know what to say/What do I do now - so much has changed/Nothing I have ever known – has made me feel this way/Nothing I have ever seen/But here I am - ready for you/I'm turnin', I'm fallin' – I hear my home callin'/Hey - I've never felt somethin' so strong – oh no/Its like nothing I've ever known..." Rachel stood right in the middle of the grave yard and looked up. She was right between two graves of her only friends, that both died in a tragic car accident, drinking, of course, "So many stars," She murmured. "OH! Look!"
"Now you're the one I'm looking for/You're the one I need…" Brianna paused and blinked as she stood in the middle of the Fairgrounds. She sensed she was singing to…no, defiantly not to, but with someone. She heard someone's hard breathing in-time with her own. Looking at her watch again, "Two minutes…" the echo said with her, just as it had while singing, "You're the one that gives me – a reason to believe…"
"Now you're the one I'm looking for/You're the one I need/You're the one that gives me – a reason to believe…" Why did it feel like someone was right beside her? Rachel glanced up and then saw a shooting star. She smiled, so pretty.
Cutting off the song for the moment, Brianna looked up and saw a shooting star. She closed her eyes and the same voice came to her ears as they spoke the same wish, "I wish to be take to the world I belong, where I will be of use, wanted…even loved by someone special, and this place we can be forever."
Brianna grinned after she and this echo said we, as if the echo knew she was talking in-time with her as well. She saw the star turn in its course and split in two directions. "What the…" that was her voice alone. She glanced at her watch once more, "It'll be midnight in six seconds…" she and the echo, "Go figure, huh?" her only. She noticed this question was directed at the echo.
Five.
"Yeah, Bria," the echo responded and a spirit-hand slipped into Brianna's.
Four.
Bria's eyes widened and watched as the one split was coming at her with lightning speed, "Rachel?"
Three.
"Following a star - has lead to where you are…" Rachel's voice whispered the next part of the song, "None other. But call me Lynx, when we're there…"
Two.
Bria grinned, "It feels so strong now - this can't be wrong now…" after saying the last part she reached her free hand out to the split star part meant for her, and Rachel did the same, "You got it." Their hands squeezed as if to reassure the other they were still together.
One.