AN, to all those who are reading "A Life Without You", "The Only Way", "The Eye of The Storm", or even "The Tale of Teddy Lupin", you must currently be yellling at the computer screen... I'm very very sorry! I'm working on a new chapter of ALWA, TOW I've barely thought about actually... I need to do that! TEOTS I am also working on! TTOTL I think I've abandoned after 3 chapters...
But anyway! This story is very special... because every character is a real person who goes to my school! And there aren't any actual NightWorld characters in it, but one or two might drop in... Warmington is also a real place, but it's not as creepy as I make it seem...
I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Emma Potter. I'm thirteen, and I live in a little village called Warmington as of now.
I lived here before when I was three, then we moved away when I was seven. We moved to France, where I made so many friends, I'll miss them so much.
So now we've moved back here, for reasons unknown. I had quite a few friends when we lived here before, but one was my best friend, Lucy. We've always been best friends, since the moment we met. We used to do everything together, usually being joined by our slightly mentally unbalanced friend Georgia. We were great together, as a trio. I just hope that they will still be friends with me after all this time.
I've spoken to Georgia on Facebook a few times, she hasn't changed a bit. I don't know what she looks like now, she used to be extremely confident, but it seems that side of her is gone, there aren't any pictures of her online.
Lucy wasn't usually that confident before, she preferred to blend into the background with me while Georgia took the spot light. That's why were best friends. But now, it seems, she's gotten her confidence as Georgia lost hers. They've switched places.
"Emma," My mum said as she took a box out of the car boot. "Why don't you go walk around the village? Reacquaint yourself with it, maybe you should go to Lucy's, do you remember the way?"
I nodded, Warmington was pretty easy to navigate. All roads had some quick way to get to the church on them, and by the church there were crossroads to the major streets.
Lucy lived on Church St, so I set off down Chapel St - where I lived - to the shop, where a boy stood outside the door. He stared at me as I passed. I hastened my step uneasily.
This guy is really creepy, I hope he doesn't go to my school. I thought.
The boy laughed, as if he had read my mind. But when I looked back at him, he was looking at a cat that seemed to have fallen off a wall. He must have laughed at that.
Shaking off my paranoia, I turned a sharp right down to the church. I attempted to rid my head of such ridiculous thoughts, Warmington brought out an overly imaginative version of me, no wonder we moved before.
I turned left as I got to the church and found myself standing beside an old white gate, I smiled to myself, the house hadn't changed.
A face quickly looked out of the front window and the door was flung open, my best friend in the world, Lucy, ran down the driveway and hugged me. I hugged her back with all my strength. Apart from some of the summer and a few half terms, I hadn't seen Lucy in these past six years.
"I've missed you!" Lucy squealed.
"I missed you too," I replied.
"C'mon!" Lucy yelled, taking my hand. "Let's walk 'round the village while we talk!"
After we had walked a few moments, Lucy spoke.
"We've sorted out your schooling, the school everybody else goes to is full, so we've pulled some strings and gotten you into the special school Gigi and I go to."
"How is it special?" I asked.
"Well, it's mostly for disabled people." Lucy replied. "But after the other school became full, they made a class for us. We have the same teacher and the same timetable every year, because it would be too difficult to change it without disrupting the other classes."
"So we're going to a school for disabled people?" I asked.
"Sort of," Lucy said. "But we do the normal school curriculum and everything. It's really fun, the teachers are your friends, not just people who toss facts at you. You start tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" I exclaimed.
"It's the beginning of a new half-term." Lucy explained. "It's only logical for you to go tomorrow, your parents and sisters can sort out the house without you."
"Ok," I sighed.
Lucy shot me a sympathetic smile.
"Look," She said, pointing to a redbrick house with white windows that didn't go. "That's P-Gigi's house!"
"Who's P-Gigi?" I asked.
Lucy stared at me in disbelief. "Please don't tell me you forgot her! You've been talking to her on Facebook and been friends with her since the beginning of time!"
"Georgia?" I asked.
"Yeah!" Lucy said. "Oh! Sorry, I forgot. After you left we started calling her Gigi, and she said that she didn't like it. So for some reason that I cant remember… we call her P-Gigi now."
"How is she?" I asked.
"We can get her out here and you can ask her yourself." Lucy said and before I could protest, yelled up to an open window. "P-Gigi! Get your lazy vampire butt down here!"
A head popped out the window, "Ok, ok, no need to yell, I can hear you." It said.
"Vampire?" I asked as Lucy stepped back.
"She acts and looks like a vampire," Lucy explained.
The window opened more and a figure stepped out onto the roof below. She climbed down the roof until she got to the edge, when she jumped off and landed on her feet.
"Is it so difficult to use doors?" Lucy asked.
"Yes," P-Gigi answered. She tossed her reddish brown hair out of her eyes, revealing the blonde streaks in her long side-fringe.
Her and Lucy standing side by side was like night and day. Lucy wore a lilac top and skinny jeans, her hair straightened and her makeup natural. P-Gigi wore thick black tights and a short black skirt, her top was sleeveless, her hair was free and obviously unbrushed, her face pale, and her eyes outlined in thick pencil. They both wore black flowers on long chains around their necks.
Well, I thought. This is going to be interesting.
The next day, I pulled on my new school uniform, we never had to wear uniforms in France…
We were allowed to wear makeup, so I applied a light coat of mascara and a little blusher to my cheeks.
I ran down the stairs, "Do I look alright?" I asked my mum. "Am I wearing enough makeup?"
"You look perfect," Mum answered. "Now go get 'em tiger!"
Grabbing my bag, I ran out the door and down the drive. I walked half way to the bus stop, which was right outside P-Gigi's house, when I saw Lucy standing there, waiting for me.
"Come on!" She yelled when she noticed me and pulled me to P-Gigi's house.
"Hey," P-Gigi greeted us when we got there.
"We get a different bus," Lucy explained. "So we wait here."
"Who else here goes to our school?" I asked.
"Well, Matt does." Lucy said pointing to a boy with blonde hair. "And so does Ben." She pointed to a boy with light brown hair.
On closer inspection I realised, that was the boy from outside the shop!
"Nice to see you again," He said to me.
P-Gigi gasped. "Oh my god! He speaks!"
He laughed, "You don't talk much either!"
"You don't talk at all," She retorted.
He glared at her before turning to me. "I'm Ben, Ben Callah."
"Emma Potter," I replied, shaking his outreached hand.
He smiled warmly at me and turned back to his previous spot.
"Bus!" Matthew called as a small bus spluttered its way to us.
We piled on and it got us to a large, blue building in a quicker time then I expected.
Lucy took my hand and led me, not to the pretty, blue building, but a small, black one behind it.
P-Gigi and Matthew went straight in, after a moment of inspecting the building, I went to follow with Lucy. But we were stopped by a loud noise behind us.
A car, a Lamborghini, pulled up just next to where I was standing. There were two squealing girls and a bored looking driver inside.
Two girls got out, they wore their school uniform, to an extent. They had matching waistcoats and jewellery over their school polo-shirts, ugg boots were on their feet and their hair was dyed and decorated with black flowers. Massive black sunglasses covered half their faces.
The girls chorused together, "Thank you Jeeves!". And skipped into the building with their arms linked.
"Who are they?" I asked Lucy.
"Megan and Lauren," Lucy answered. "Don't worry, you'll get used to them."
"Do they get away with wearing that stuff?" I pondered.
"Yeah, everyone does…" Lucy replied.
I looked closely at her and realised that she wore skinny jeans and a lilac cardigan with her polo-shirt. P-Gigi wore a massive green belt over the join between her short black skirt and polo-shirt.
Ben's was the most personalised, he wore a waistcoat and tie with his polo-shirt, how on earth did I miss that before?
Lucy giggled and pulled me into the building, standing there was a small crowd of people.
"Come on everybody! Get in!" A man who looked to be in his 20's called, he was probably the teacher.
Lucy led me into the classroom and left me next to the teacher, she went and sat with some other girls.
"Hi," The teacher said. "I'm Mr Driver, but everyone calls me Micky except a few who call me Miko, you can pick what you call me… BUT DON'T CALL ME MICHAEL!"
"Okay…" I whispered, totally freaked out.
"Now, why don't you go sit next to Ben?" Mr Driver said. "But I must apologise in advance for Cait, she's a complete idiot."
"I am not!" Yelled a skinny girl sitting in front of Ben.
"Be quiet Cait! Go eat that salt block I got you!" Mr Driver yelled back.
"It's for hamsters!" Cait shouted.
"That was my point!" Mr Driver ended up screaming, I hastily scooted into my seat.
"Now then…" Mr Driver said after he calmed down. "Since we have a new student, I would like everybody to stand up and introduce themselves."
"Hi, I'm Cait. I'm thirteen and I am a…" Cait stopped talking when a roll of cellotape was thrown at her by Mr Driver. "Why did you do that Micky?" she asked.
"Because you're a douche," he replied with a grin.
"Hi, I'm Jenni." Said a girl with blondie-brownie-goldenie hair and an orange sash around her waist. "I'm also thirteen, and if you insult orange in my presence, prepare to die."
She then skipped back to her seat and the entire class continued as if nothing randomly terrifying just happened.
"Hiyya, my name is Sophie Uglow. I only say my last name because there are so many Sophies everywhere." Said a pretty girl with her brown hair up in a pony tail and jeans on under her polo shirt. (AN Sophie officially owes me!)
"Hi, my name's George." A boy with blonde hair and ripped sleeves said when he got to the front of the room. I waited for him to say something else, but he just stood there, like a lemon.
"Okay George, go back to your cage now." Mr Driver said gently.
"Hi, I'm Matt, Emma already knows me." Said Matt, his uniform was personalised with a green and blue rugby top under his polo shirt.
"Hey, I'm P-Gigi, I do believe Emma and I have met before, maybe my entire life ago, can I leave now?" She said in one breath.
"Yeah sure," Mr Driver said, doing a crossword.
"Hi, I'm Ben." Ben said.
"I'm Lucy." Lucy said. "Of course, you all know that…"
"I'm Sophie Ackroyd," A girl with half black hair, half purple hair said.
"I'm, E.M." A girl with red hair said.
"Hi! I'm Polly!" A girl with a happy smile and a big red bow said.
"Hey, I'm Naomi." A girl with blonde hair and a blue cardi said.
"I'm Harry." A boy with spikey ginger hair said.
"I'm Sam." A boy with a dangerous glare and wood in his pockets said quietly.
"Hi, I'm Brandon." Said a cool looking dude with glasses.
"Hi, I'm Tom, but everyone calls me TC." A boy with scruffy black hair said.
"I'm Megan."
"I'm Lauren."
Those girls seemed to be minimalists in all other ways…
"I'm Paris." Said a girl with curly hair put up into a pony tail, I swear I heard P-Gigi growl…
"I'm Jack," said a guy who smelled, really, really bad…
"I'm Daniel," said a bored looking guy.
Then it was my turn. "Hi, I'm Emma Potter, but you all can just call me Emma, obviously. I'm thirteen, and frankly a little scared."
"Awww, don't be scared, we don't bite, well except P-Gigi and Calico." Mr Driver reassured. "Speaking of which, where is Calico?"
"About a meter away from the door," P-Gigi replied.
Sure enough, a girl walked in, dragging something behind her. I looked closely at it, and gasped in horror.
"Is that a body?" I asked.
"No!" P-Gigi and Calico said simultaneously. "It's Jack's new clothes!"
Jack woke up from his previous sleep when his name was mentioned, but then he fell back into it afterwards…
This really was going to be interesting…
This will be updated often! Otherwise Calico will kill me! And after the introductions chapters I'll make it into a series of mini storylines...
Guess who's me, without cheating and looking on my profile! :)