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Chapter one:Angel

"Die! Die you son of a biscut eater! Die!" I yelled as I kept pressing the random buttons. Sonya Blade moved with the motions, like I told her to. She moved so gracefully across the TV screen, but I knew that sooner or later I was gonna get hit and it would just be a downward spiral from there.

"Angel! Quiet down a bit!" I heard my mother yell at me. I tried to keep my concentration on my game, but my mom was persistent. "Angel! Shut up!"

"Fine!" I yelled. "I'm going for a walk!" I put on my white tennis shoes, that I got for twenty dollars at Wal-mart, and grabbed my extra large back pack that I took with me everywhere.

My bag had every part of my life in it. It had a small but thick scrapbook that held two pictures per page. It was filled with pictures of all my friends and family, it had a sketch book, colored pencils, blending sticks, charcoal, and plain pencils. It had five college ruled notebooks, colored ballpoint pens, and black and blue flow ink pens, spare clothes in case of an accident, my make up, a few books that I loved, and two thousand dollars.

I've been saving money for the past three years from babysitting jobs and cleaning houses. I kept the money with me just in case of an emergency. better be safe than sorry.

Lately my mom has been getting on my case about- well- everything. My manners aren't good enough, my hair isn't fixed right, my make up isn't enough, my imagination is too wild, everything about me is wrong.

I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My long blonde hair was pulled into a low ponytail. My bangs covered my blue-grey eyes and my blonde eye brows. I had a bunch of freckles that went across the bridge of my nose and ended on the far ends of my high cheek bones. I looked too normal. My big bust and my big butt are the only things that people remember... Unless I have a five minute conversation with them, then they think I'm weird. That's just fine with me. Normal is a setting on a washing machine.

I grabbed my black hoodie out of my room really quick and went back to the door. My stomach was acting weird. It was like it was trying to tell me something, but I just needed some air. What could go wrong?

I opened the door and walked out of my home. The feeling in my stomach got worse; something was going to happen, but I didn't know what.

As I got farther and farther from my home, the more uneasy I felt. I felt a little better, knowing that I had my back up stuff and all the important things in my bag. I was paranoid and I knew it but Good God! This was getting ridiculous!

I was walking down the street with my ear-buds in, listening to Panic! At the Disco! I had been walking for about thirty minutes but I haven't calmed down yet, also, it was just a beautiful day!. Suddenly I saw something flash in the woods next to me. I stopped and looked into the woods. It flashed again, but this time I noticed that it was a purple flash.

Purple is my favorite color. I don't know what it is, but every time I see something purple, I have to check it out. I'm obsessed with all things purple.

I took out one of my ear-buds and went into the woods to get closer to the flash I saw. 'What would Harry Potter do?' I was also obsessed with the Harry Potter books. I've read all the books five times, I've seen each movie about twenty times, wrote hundreds of fanfictions. I got every detail about Harry, Draco, and many other characters drilled into my head.

The thought of what Harry would do was quickly shoved out of my mind as the purple flash shown again but brighter. The closer I got to the flash, the brighter it got. The flash started to get closer, and I realized that it was on the ground. My eyes followed the the point the flash seemed to be laying.

I finally got to the flash and got a closer look. It was a plain silver chain with a medium sized amethyst for the pendent. I thought it was beautiful. I looked at the necklace for a little longer when my stomach gave a violent lurch. It was like my guts were telling me not to go near it, but it was to late. I already saw the purple and my body wouldn't listen to my brain or my gut. My hand reached out for the necklace. The flash started to shine... quicker? It was kind of like a light on a bomb that was about to go off. My hand grasped the amethyst and I picked it up.

Suddenly there was a huge purple light that was so bright that I got dizzy. I fainted and fell to the ground.

When I woke up, there were two men hovering above me. One was a old man with a long white beard and sparkling blue eyes that were behind half mooned glasses.

The other was way younger. He had neck length black hair that looked like it could use a good washing. His black eyes bore into my very soul and his sneer made me uneasy. "Snape? Dumbledore?" I asked before fainting once again.