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My 18th Birthday
By boobookeys
Chapter 1: Into the Book, Onto the Train
"5, 6, 7, 8, 1!" Alesha Haynes counted as the Panthers began their final run-through of their cheer.
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Name: Alesha Haynes
Birthdate: 1 September 1990
Parents: Ian Haynes and Mikaela Theodore
Hair Colour: Platinum blonde
Eye Colour: Blue
Education: Senior in Cerulean Heights
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"Go panthers!" voices echoed throughout the gymnasium as the cheer concluded. Alesha beamed, satisfied at her accomplishment.
"Alright everyone, we're going to trash East Shore next week! You guys are free to go!" Alesha said, grabbing her towel and wiping her sweat away.
"Come on Alesha, have a break! It's your B-day today, don't you think you should have at least a little fun?" Alesha's BFF, Ellen, walked towards her.
"I.D.T.S, the cheer competition is next week and slacking off is just unacceptable!" Alesha responded. "Anyway, I'm sure my B-Day can wait for another few days! It's not a big deal, really."
"No big deal?! Alesha, my dear Alesha, you're 18! " Ellen said disbelievingly. "Plus, you're head cheerleader! Do you think people will not take notice of your B.D.? I'm sure even your parents will make a big deal out of today, they'll most probably even give back your car! Seriously, sometimes I just do not know what goes on in your head!"
"ALSO, you do NOT have a boyfriend! Tell me, how many head cheerleaders in this universe do not have boyfriends? Wait, I'll answer that – only one! YOU!"
Alesha smiled, "Aw, I love you too! I've got to go now, I think our cheer could use a bit of touch up…"
"No, seriously?" Ellen rolled her eyes at her friend. She never gives herself a break!
"Okay, T.T.Y.L.!" Alesha said, blowing kisses before exiting the gymnasium ("Happy birthday, 'Lesha!" and making her way back home.
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"Mum, I'm home!" Alesha shouted to the kitchen, chucking her bags onto the couch. Stepping into the kitchen, she stopped in her tracks and raised an eyebrow. Not here, that's strange.
"Up here, honey! In the attic!" Mrs. Haynes called, followed by a loud thud.
"Mum, what are you doing?" Alesha asked, climbing the ladder and sticking her head into the attic. The place was oddly spotless, with several opened boxes on the floor. In the middle of all of them, sat Mrs. Haynes.
She looked up at her daughter and smiled. "Firstly, happy 18th birthday, Al'! Your father's going to give you your present tonight. I think you might find it quite familiar."
"My car?" Alesha squealed, eyes lighting up at the thought of getting her car back. Her parents have taken it away a few months ago to teach her "responsibility". She had to get a lift from friends to get anywhere since then! Highly inconvenient.
"Maybe." Mrs. Haynes answered, with a twinkle in her eye. "Anyway, look, it's all the old stuff! I've been here cleaning up since a few hours ago. I nearly forgot about all of these things, they sure jolted some memories from the past." Mrs. Haynes said dreamily as her continued to look through the things in the boxes. "Why don't you take a look? There are some really interesting things lying around."
Alesha lifted herself from the ladder into the small room and started walking around, stopping here and there to look at a few things. Then, something caught her eye.
She picked up an old book from one of the boxes, and ran her fingers across the words across the cover. "To never forget the days…" Alesha mumbled, furrowing her eyebrows. To never forget the days? What does that mean?
Alesha opened the cover delicately and soon enough, she saw a bright light and everything went ablur.
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A loud thud was the sound of Alesha's "wake up call" as she slowly opened her eyes. Rumbles could be heard and she knew that she wasn't on solid ground - she was in a train cabin!
"Damn, where am I?" Alesha asked herself, panicking. She started inspecting the cabin, and opened the compartment, seeing her luggages packed nicely inside. Did her mum knock her out and put her on some trip to somewhere or something? Those luggages could easily pack her whole closet!
The compartment door slid open and Alesha immediately turned to look at the person at the door, hoping it was her mother to explain what the hell was going on. But no, it wasn't her mother.
It was bloody Tom Felton.
A/N: Hello! :D Short start to the story, 'cause I wanted to know how you guys thought of it first. Anyway, thanks for being able to read until this part of the page, I really appreciate it! But I would appreciate it even more if you clicked on that tiny "Go" button at the bottom left hand corner and reviewed! (: Tell me if I should continue this story, what I can improve on if I do, or whether I should just stop my fingers from typing and posting stories. If you do, thanks a bunch!