Wow, guys. I have no idea who would actually be happy to read this after almost 2 years of NOTHING, but I have decided to edit pretty much everything. I went back and read the chapters... They're terrible. First of all, the grammar is really bad. So, I'm going to be editing everything, and by everything, I mean the little amount of crap I actually did write. Disclaimer: Don't own anything except my OC's.

The last day of school.

For any teenager, these words are like a gift from God. These words mean freedom from having to do homework, or studying for tests, or anything related to having do any form a labor, basically.

But, for Nicole, they just mean three months of doing nothing. All she would do in the summer is hang out with her friend Sam at the mall, go to the beach, or just laze around all day in her house with the air conditioner set at 30 degrees. Yeah, she really liked the cold.

She even knew that half-way through vacation, she would want to go back to school just so they could give her something else to do.

But now, she was sitting at her desk after just finishing her Algebra final.

Jeez, she thought, It's about damn time. She stared at that clock for what felt like a lifetime.

If that bell takes any longer to ring, I swear to God... You don't even need her to finish that thought to know what she was thinking.

She turned her head slightly to her left to see her friend, Samantha, doodling on her hand with one of those blue pens, the ones you buy at the dollar store that come in pack of what looks like 50.

Sam loved to give herself tattoo's. In fact, that's what she wanted to be when she got older. A tattoo artist. Of course, the first thing that Nikki said when Sam told her this was, "I better get a tattoo free of charge!" To which she replied, "Of course", in that ever-so-cheerful voice of hers.

Nikki took a closer look at what she was doodling on her hand this time. Turns out it was some sort of anchor with a banner around it that said, "Dragging you down".

*RIIING*

Finally, she mentally complained.

She practically burst out of her seat and dashed towards the door, not caring about anything else but the open doors that led to her freedom.

Luckily, the Algebra wing was on the first floor, so she didn't have to run very far.

"Wait for me!" a voice called behind her.

She turned around to see bright blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Jeez, you're so slow, Sam!"

Said girl just scratched the back of her head, a smile on her face. "Sorry, sorry."

"What do you wanna do later? Wanna come over my house?" The brunette mulled over the idea for a few seconds.

"Oh!" Sam said, suddenly remembering something important. Something the two of them had been waiting for all year long. Well, not really. They had only been waiting for about seven months.

"The concert!" she exclaimed, "I totally forgot about it!" Nikki rolled her eyes, "Of course you did."

She turned around to walk over to the parking lot, when she could have sworn she saw someone in a black cloak. "Isn't that guy really hot in that thing?" she wondered out loud. "What guy?" her friend immediately replied, "I don't see anybody."

She gazed back quickly, only to widen her eyes in surprise. "What the...? He was there a second ago."

"Probably just the heat getting to you," Sam said behind her, "New England summers are really hot, y'know."

The brunette groaned. Not only were the summers really hot, the winters were extremely cold. In some odd cases, it even snowed in the spring. It just so happens, that this year it snowed a lot. Meaning, they had to stay until late June. The seniors, however, got to leave early, due to the fact that seniors graduated in May.

"I hate seniors," the Nikki muttered under her breath. "Not only do they get to leave early, but the snow days don't even effect them."

To be honest, she was really jealous of the fact that they could leave to go to college. That, and the fact that everyone else seemed to have their entire future planned out.

She really couldn't even see herself two to three years from now, let alone ten.

After bumming a ride from her friend Matthew, due to the fact of not wanting to wait for her bus, Nikki ran straight into her room, and collapsed on top of her bed.

As she looked around her room, she couldn't help but notice how dark the walls were. Almost ever inch of her room was covered in purple. Purple walls, purple chairs, purple bed sheets. Hell, even her pajamas were purple. She went through some sort of emo/gothic phase in middle school; where she rimmed her eyes with dark eyeliner and put on WAY too much eye shadow.

Can you guess what color they were? Yeah, purple.

Taking her time looking around her room, she wandered over to her TV and looked at her collection of childhood movies that she had on VHS. Most of them were Disney films. Such as: The Little Mermaid, Beauty and The Beast, Cinderella, etc. etc.

Nikki hated how they were all weak and pathetic. She hated that, in every one of those movies, the female protagonist was saved by a prince. Not to mention, they were all princess's whom everybody loved, and were perfect.

Growing up with these movies, it made her think, "Where is my prince?" The answer? There wasn't one. There was no prince to save you from some evil witch like Ursula, or Maleficent, both of which she admired greatly. She was on her own, in reality. If she wanted to be saved, she would have to do it herself. She never had a father, due to the fact that he left when she was young, so her mother had to raise her all by herself. Her mother was such a strong, independent woman. Oh, how Nikki admired her.

Her mother had shown her that she didn't need someone to lean on in order to be strong. She could protect and raise her daughter all on her own. Even though she didn't have her future figured out, she wanted to be like her mother.

Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't sneak out of the house to go to a concert.

Sam had come to pick her up at her house, with five other people Nikki didn't even know, about an hour ago. It wasn't the fact that she didn't know these people that bothered her, it was that they all looked like they were about three to four years older than they were.

After they had arrived at the parking lot, Sam immediately ditched her.

"Great friend you turned out to be," she muttered under her breath, in an aggravated tone.

She made her way towards the seats when she suddenly remembered something important. Sam had the tickets. She couldn't even get inside. Nikki ended up wandering back to the parking lot, only to find the man in the cloak yet again.

She looked at him, her eyes widened slightly. "I knew you were real? So, what do you want with me?"

The man chuckled. "Listen, girl, I know someone who will be very happy to see you," the man said with his deep voice. Did he have a British accent? "Quite a powerful man, he is." Yes, he did!

"Oh, god," she gaped at him.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid of me?" The mysterious man laughed.

"I love British people!" she exclaimed. The man gave her a confused look. Not that she could tell. The hood on his cloak was up.

"Well," he began, raising his hand, "I think that feeling won't last."

"What are you-" she didn't get to finish that sentence. In no time the man lifted her over his shoulder, opened up a dark oval-shaped portal, and thrown her in.

"Till next we meet, little girl."