27/09/2011
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Senior year for the Sons of Ipswich means great fun all round, until mysterious happenings and strange people start showing up in Ipswich. One mysterious stranger is a girl. They suspect the worst of her, but it turns out she is there to help them out in what could be a fight for their Covenant.
The Power…no one knows how it came to be, even the Book of Damnation never recorded it origins. The Power was mastered by few, but feared by many more. This lead to the Witch Trials of 1692; in which many bloodlines of infamous witches met their end. Some witches of Ipswich formed a covenant. Many other witches in many other towns formed covenants of their own, but none went higher than the five families of Ipswich. The five families of Ipswich formed a binding covenant, to keep them safe, but one member was banished for his lust after more power, and he was soon prosecuted for being a follower of the craft. After those dark days of witch history, things went quiet. The Witch Hunt died out when everyone thought the witches were dead. The books were written and history was wrongly recorded. The families came out of hiding and merged back into society. Modern times have led people to believe that there is no such thing as sorcery or magic, but fortunately they don't visit towns like Ipswich.
Monday morning started off as any other day of the new school year. The Sons of Ipswich, the four living relatives of the founders of Ipswich, were sitting on the front steps of Spencer Academy. They were finally in their senior year, and were counting down the days to their graduation. The beginning of the school year brought with it new students, and at most there were a handful of newbie's wondering up the front steps. Most of the returning students had attended the 'end of summer' party the Saturday night before, and most were still somewhat fatigued.
Caleb, the all-round nice guy and star student; was sitting next to the youngest of the group, Tyler, the baby-faced sweetheart. They greeted the returning students, and offered directions to the new ones.
Pogue, the biker boy and jock of the group, paid little attention to his friends alongside him. He watched the new kids as they stared in awe at his bike; an egotistical smile spread across his face.
Reid, the schemer, player and universal punk, was doing what he did best…Charming girls. Or trying to, at least.
"Aww come on honey. You know you haven't seen baby blues like mine." Reid wolf-whistled at a freshman girl going up the stairs. The girl looked down at him and scoffed, before following her friend into the entrance hall and laughing him off.
"Give it a rest Reid; you'll have plenty of time to chat up girls, especially when you don't do any work." Tyler joked, nudging Reid hard on the shoulder.
"Oh is that so?" Reid gaped and punched Tyler on the arm. Caleb laughed as he watched Tyler and Reid go at it, to the many stares of passing students. Tyler was so blatantly blunt about everything, that it was almost a laughing point on its own. Reid pulled Tyler into a chokehold and ruffled his hair with his knuckles as hard as he could. A rumble descended on the school yard, a rumble that sounded vaguely like Pogue's bike. Reid froze in place, with Tyler still under his arm, and looked in the same direction as Caleb and Pogue. A midnight blue and black bike pulled up alongside Pogue's yellow and black bike. The rider was still wearing their helmet and leathers.
"Another new student? This must be a new record for Spencer." Caleb sounded astonished to say the least.
"New student, new money…probably a brat either way." Pogue concluded with a snide note, turning his head away for moment. The rider climbed off their bike and headed towards the stairs. The four of them frowned as they tried to make if the figure was a man or woman.
"That's a damn nice bike, almost like yours, Pogue." Tyler spoke over his shoulder to Pogue. He must've spoken a bit too loudly, as the helmeted rider looked over in their direction.
"That's the bike that I couldn't get. I couldn't find one place that sold them." Pogue frowned and looked away from the bike standing next to his own. Tyler slapped Pogue on the shins and laughed.
"You can't get mad just because someone else could find them." Tyler shook his head and looked ahead of him again. They lost track of the biker for a second, then the rider stood right next to them.
"You shouldn't believe everything that's plastered on the internet. They never went into production." A rather jubilant voice announced to them. The boys froze for a second before looking up at the rider. A girl stood over them, hand on her hip. An average girl would not be on a bike, let alone a girl like the one they saw. She was beautiful; long golden-blonde tresses, bright grey eyes, pale rosy skin and soft curves. She was definitely not the stereotyped girl that rode a motorbike.
"Never went into production? Then why were there so many rumours about it being released?" Pogue bit back rather harshly.
"That's all they were…rumours. Unfounded rumours." She bit back at him.
"Then tell me, how is it that you have one standing right there, when they were never built?" Pogue frowned at her sceptically, leaning back to look up at her.
"Another day, maybe. But for now, if you'll excuse me, I must go collect my school uniform." She nodded at the boys before carrying on up the stairs.
"Hot biker girl with attitude. Hotness just went up ten points." Reid made a mental note of what he'd just said, with a thoughtful smile.
"Rich spoilt brat, with a daddy that has connections." Pogue added to Reid's mental list.
"Hey, cool it down. Spencer is run by rich brats." Reid added with a laugh. Pogue rolled his eyes at Reid and the others. Everyone else knew that Pogue was now in a difficult mood, and would not be happy for the rest of the day. Ten minutes of uneasy silence dragged by as the first school bell for the year rang out across the campus. The students filtered into the huge wooden doors ready for the first classes of the day.