So where shall I begin my fairy tale story? Lets see, I'm just a normal unpopular high school girl. I'm not pretty, unlike my best friend Lola. Today she wore skinny jeans with white and turquise blouse. Her long brown hair straightened with her bangs the perfect length. Yes, everyone adored my best friend Lola.
Compared to me, I worse skinny jeans with ugg boots, and a blue and white over-sized sweater. My long blond hair was also straightened with my side bangs. I wasn't the ideal type of girl a guy would like to be with. Anyways, my name is Trisha, Trisha Bloom.
My best friend grabbed my hand and we raced up the steps of my school. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath, I looked up at my school.
"Holland High School"
Lola gave me a big hug of excitement.
"Can you believe it!" as her eyes lit up.
"We are finally freshmen's!" She jumped up and down.
"Yeah, it's great." I mumbled, but had butterflies in my stomach when I saw my crush walk up the steps. There he was, blond shaggy haired, bright blue eyes, with the most perfect skin tone.
"Elliott!" A girl called as she wrapped her arms onto his. My eyes glared, as I looked at Falicity. She was wearing skinny jeans, with silver converse shoes, with a white tank top and a silver and red varsity jacket. With her long curly half blond half brown hair.
"Falici..." I said as the bell rang.
Lola was talking on and on about her vacation in the Bahamas, as I hardly paid any attention to her, but the clock on the wall.
"There was these cute guys and... Trisha? Are you even listening to me?" As she waved her hand in front of my face. I looked at her and blinked.
"Trisha! I was telling you the good part, and here you are watching the clock." Lola said in a whinny way.
"Sorry Lola, I-I was just..." As I looked at the classroom door to find Elliott standing there, staring at me. My heart fluttered as I could feel my cheeks heat up.
"Trisha?" Lola said looking behind her to see Elliott there.
"Oh brother, prince charming showed up." Lola said rolling her eyes.
"He's staring at me." I said whispering to Lola.
"Trisha he isn't, he's staring at falicity behind you." Lola said as my heart sank as I forgot that she sat behind me. I rested my head on the desk and whispered to myself.
"Of course."
It was lunch time, as me and Lola took our trays to our usual spot. The table next to the windows. We sat down and she started to talk.
"So Trisha, what about we go to a movie tonight? I heard it was going to be showing the Fable." She said cheerfully.
"I can't, I have to do some research on a paper in the library." I said sadly.
"It's not due till a week from now though, couldn't you wait?" Lola said confused.
"I know but I'm busy all next week. I don't have time." I said as I poked my french fry at my ketchup.
"Oh, why is there something exciting happening next week?!" Lola said as she came closer to me and grinned.
"No Lola, it doesn't involve guys or concerts, I have my relatives coming over all week, and my mother wont let me stay after." I said at Lola as her grin faded away.
"Oh so no guys." She said kind of disappointed.
The end of the day was near, as I tapped my pencil on my desk impatient. I watched the clock as it turned to three o' five. The bell rang throughout the school, as I than ran out and went straight to the library. I walked into the library as I felt and a cool wind blow into me. I continued to walk, and found a table to set my books down.
"Hmmm... I need a book to learn more about Chemical Reactions." I whispered to myself.
There was no one in the library, it was strange. It felt, dead. I walked to the shelved of books and heard something fall to the floor. I cocked my head the direction I heard it from. I walked toward it and saw a thick red book with gold carving on it.
I bent down to pick it up. I picked it up and held it in my hands, gliding my finger across the gold carvings as it started to glow. I jumped back dropping the book. The book landed, open.
Flashing lights shot out from the book as I saw things fly out of the book disappearing into thin air. Like the fairy tales in that book had escaped. The book started to rise into the air, once the light stopped, it dropped to the floor, with a big thud. At this point I was hiding behind a book shelf, with my eyes wide open.
I slowly moved toward the book on the ground. I picked it up slowly again. This time I did not glide my finger across the gold carvings, but I opened the book. Than poof, sparkling dust flew out of the book. I coughed at the sparkling dust, then I could see, I looked at the book. It was, blank.