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Chapter One: Changes to A Not-So Easy Life
"Well, here we go again. Another great day at home," a girl stated sarcastically. She had short brown hair and crystal blue eyes. Right now she was lying on her bed wearing shorts and a red t-shirt. "RIKA!" she heard someone scream. She sighed and got up and walks downstairs into the hallway. "Yes?" she asked when she arrived in the kitchen. Her stepmother turned to her with the usual expression she had for Rika- anger. "WHAT did I tell you yesterday?" she asked in a bitter tone. "You told me a lot of things," Rika replied simply. "I specifically told you to watch where you walk when you prance around the house. But did you listen? NO!" "What do you mean? I didn't do anything," she replied, puzzled. "Don't be stupid! You know very well what I'm talking about- look at this!" her stepmother yelled. She stepped aside to reveal all but 2 of the china cups her father had given her stepmother for their marriage wrecked on the floor. Rika stared at the mess. "My dream," she thought numbly. "I didn't do that! Samantha did!" she protested. "DON'T YOU DARE BLAME IT ON MY DAUGHTER!" Alicia roared, smacking Rika's face. Rika jumped back and slipped on some water that had been spilt. She fell backward, knocking her head on the wall. "Get up!" Alicia yelled again. She couldn't- it was to dizzy. All of the sudden she felt something pulling her shirt and realize Alicia was yanking her to her feet. She stumbled a little, but regained focus after a few seconds. "Now clean it up, then go to your room! You will not have any lunch or dinner," her step mom spat. Rika grabbed a broom and swept all of the glass into a pile. Then she kneeled down to sweep it into the dustbin. But there was a piece on the handle she didn't notice, and as the consequence her finger was cut open. Ruby-red blood began to seep out of her finger. As she began to examin it, Alicia, who was washing dishes, thought she had stopped. Creeping out behind her, she screamed "I told you to hurry!" She grabbed the broom and used the pole part to slam it on Rika's shoulder. She yelped and jumped, spilling the glass partially back out of the dustbin. Alicia yanked her up by the back of her collar and said coldly "Just go to your room. I can't stand to see your retched face any longer." Rika ran down the hall and up the stairs into her small yet nice sized bedroom. She locked the door and walked over to her dresser to open a drawer and pull out a box on band aids. Her real mother had died when Rika was only 3. In only a month, her father married her mother's sister, Alicia. Alicia had Samantha when Rika was 6, and ever since then Alicia hated Rika because she "reminded her of her sister". About the dreams, she started having them when she was around 11. They were basically dreams about the future- usually the next day. The previous night she had a dream about her stepsister, Samantha, breaking all the china purposely while Alicia was out. Rika sighed and fell on her bed. Her father never knew how Alicia treated her. He was either at work out out-of-town for work. He had left 3 days ago for a trip to California, and wasn't coming home till tomorrow. She closed her eyes and thought, "Mom, why did you have to leave me?" Rika soon fell asleep with slight tears in her eyes.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------- Only a few hours later, she was woken up by the sound of pounding on the door. "RIKA!" She jumped and sat up, startled. "What?" She called, rubbing her eyes. "Get out here! Samantha and her friend are coming over soon and I need your help making dinner." Rika waited until the footsteps died out till she got out of bed and crossed her room. Unlocking it, she stepped out into the hallway and once again headed downstairs to the kitchen. Once she got there, she saw Alicia standing by the stove reading a box. "Oh, good." Alicia said when she noticed her. "Hasten to fill those glasses with ice. Then pour the soda, which is on the counter." Rika strolled over by the fridge where two tall, blue and white cups stood. She had just filled the first one with ice when two other girls came in the room. One had long, blond hair and the other had short, curly red hair. "And that's basically it," the blond girl said, gesturing. That was Samantha. The other girl must be her friend.
Friends- one more thing Rika envy's in relation to her stepsister. Alicia made sure that Rika by no means had any friends- and because of that, she was home schooled. "Oh yes," Samantha added, now spotting Rika, "that is my stepsister, Rika." She made certain to stress the "step" part. "Rika," she continued, "this is my friend, Anita." "Hi," Rika greeted, putting on a fake smile. "You want to stay away from her. She's a weirdo," Samantha whispered, but making sure Rika heard. She got so irritated at this that she just about spilled the second soda. "Samantha! Anita! How wonderful to see you," Alicia greeted, smiling a certain smile that made Rika sick. Smiles just didn't suit her. As Anita and Alicia began to chat, Rika picked up the cups and began walking over to the table. As she passed by the group, Samantha stuck her foot out. She faltered and fell, spilling the cups and its contents all over the floor. Samantha gasped. "Mother! Rika spilt out drinks!" Alicia's cold eyes snapped to where Rika was lying on the floor, half wet with soda. "Girls," Alicia said in an even pitch, "why don't you go upstairs while we clean this up?" "Sure mom! Come on, Anita, lets go put your stuff in my room!" Samantha exclaimed in a cheery voice. The two girls walked in front of Rika, and Samantha smirked and whispered "nice going." She muttered something and began to collect all the cubes of ice. Only too soon did she hear feet stomping up behind her and felt pain on the back of her head. "You just embarrassed me and your sister," Alicia said fiercely, "now clean this up and do it again, then go to your room. I can't stand to see you anymore." "Thanks, I love you too" Rika thought sarcastically as she soaked the soda up with a towel.
About 5 minutes later the soda was cleaned up and Rika was setting two new cups of soda on the table.
She turned around to leave when Alicia mentioned, "you're just akin to your mother- a gauche, grimy little distasteful child who doesn't heed about others."
She froze and spun around as anger rose inside her.
"Oh, astonished are you? Yes, your mother was insolently the snob. Little dork was always prancing around the house as if she owned it, the little-"
Alicia wasn't able to finish that sentence because all the sudden she was surrounded by a blue glow and she was lifted off the ground.
Rika heard someone scream, but she didn't care. Her eyes were fixed on Alicia.
"You may insult me," Rika spoke coldly, but quietly, "but you can NEVER insult my mother!"
There was a crash and another scream.
Rika was snapped out of her trance-like state. She glimpsed at her hands. They were- no, here whole body, had a blue aurora.
"What have you done!" she heard Samantha shriek. That's when Rika noticed what she had done.
The window was broken and glass lay on the outside in the yard. Alicia was lying on the grass unconscious.
Rika gasped. She had done that??
She pushed past Samantha and Anita and ran upstairs. After throwing some clothes and things into her backpack, she ran back down and stopped at the door to put her shoes on.
"Oh no you don't!" Samantha yelled from the other end of the hallway. "The police are on their way! There's kill you for this!"
That's when Rika really got nervous. She ran out the door and onto the street, not bothering to shut it behind her. She ran and ran down the streets even though on shoe was half on.
"I have to get out of here! I have to leave this place- please, anywhere but here!" she pleaded in her mind.
All the sudden the scene around her began to melt. She felt as if she was being swept off her feet. She was leaving her home in Groveland, Florida. At least for now.
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Did you like it? I have a coupe other chapters written but I haven't typed them yet. PLEASE review! This is gonna be a really good story, promise! And if you have any ideas for a different title (I made this so I could post it) or any ideas at all send them to Chrystal21@msn.com. Thanks! Here's a preview of chapter 2:
Preview of Chapter 2: Goodbye America, Hello England
Rika opened her eyes and blinked. She was definitely not in any place she'd been to- she wasn't even sure if she was in America!
"Where is the world.?" she whispered.
"Why hello dear! What are you doing here at such a time?" a voice asked behind her.
Rika jumped off the floor and spun around. There stood..
"Well, here we go again. Another great day at home," a girl stated sarcastically. She had short brown hair and crystal blue eyes. Right now she was lying on her bed wearing shorts and a red t-shirt. "RIKA!" she heard someone scream. She sighed and got up and walks downstairs into the hallway. "Yes?" she asked when she arrived in the kitchen. Her stepmother turned to her with the usual expression she had for Rika- anger. "WHAT did I tell you yesterday?" she asked in a bitter tone. "You told me a lot of things," Rika replied simply. "I specifically told you to watch where you walk when you prance around the house. But did you listen? NO!" "What do you mean? I didn't do anything," she replied, puzzled. "Don't be stupid! You know very well what I'm talking about- look at this!" her stepmother yelled. She stepped aside to reveal all but 2 of the china cups her father had given her stepmother for their marriage wrecked on the floor. Rika stared at the mess. "My dream," she thought numbly. "I didn't do that! Samantha did!" she protested. "DON'T YOU DARE BLAME IT ON MY DAUGHTER!" Alicia roared, smacking Rika's face. Rika jumped back and slipped on some water that had been spilt. She fell backward, knocking her head on the wall. "Get up!" Alicia yelled again. She couldn't- it was to dizzy. All of the sudden she felt something pulling her shirt and realize Alicia was yanking her to her feet. She stumbled a little, but regained focus after a few seconds. "Now clean it up, then go to your room! You will not have any lunch or dinner," her step mom spat. Rika grabbed a broom and swept all of the glass into a pile. Then she kneeled down to sweep it into the dustbin. But there was a piece on the handle she didn't notice, and as the consequence her finger was cut open. Ruby-red blood began to seep out of her finger. As she began to examin it, Alicia, who was washing dishes, thought she had stopped. Creeping out behind her, she screamed "I told you to hurry!" She grabbed the broom and used the pole part to slam it on Rika's shoulder. She yelped and jumped, spilling the glass partially back out of the dustbin. Alicia yanked her up by the back of her collar and said coldly "Just go to your room. I can't stand to see your retched face any longer." Rika ran down the hall and up the stairs into her small yet nice sized bedroom. She locked the door and walked over to her dresser to open a drawer and pull out a box on band aids. Her real mother had died when Rika was only 3. In only a month, her father married her mother's sister, Alicia. Alicia had Samantha when Rika was 6, and ever since then Alicia hated Rika because she "reminded her of her sister". About the dreams, she started having them when she was around 11. They were basically dreams about the future- usually the next day. The previous night she had a dream about her stepsister, Samantha, breaking all the china purposely while Alicia was out. Rika sighed and fell on her bed. Her father never knew how Alicia treated her. He was either at work out out-of-town for work. He had left 3 days ago for a trip to California, and wasn't coming home till tomorrow. She closed her eyes and thought, "Mom, why did you have to leave me?" Rika soon fell asleep with slight tears in her eyes.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------- Only a few hours later, she was woken up by the sound of pounding on the door. "RIKA!" She jumped and sat up, startled. "What?" She called, rubbing her eyes. "Get out here! Samantha and her friend are coming over soon and I need your help making dinner." Rika waited until the footsteps died out till she got out of bed and crossed her room. Unlocking it, she stepped out into the hallway and once again headed downstairs to the kitchen. Once she got there, she saw Alicia standing by the stove reading a box. "Oh, good." Alicia said when she noticed her. "Hasten to fill those glasses with ice. Then pour the soda, which is on the counter." Rika strolled over by the fridge where two tall, blue and white cups stood. She had just filled the first one with ice when two other girls came in the room. One had long, blond hair and the other had short, curly red hair. "And that's basically it," the blond girl said, gesturing. That was Samantha. The other girl must be her friend.
Friends- one more thing Rika envy's in relation to her stepsister. Alicia made sure that Rika by no means had any friends- and because of that, she was home schooled. "Oh yes," Samantha added, now spotting Rika, "that is my stepsister, Rika." She made certain to stress the "step" part. "Rika," she continued, "this is my friend, Anita." "Hi," Rika greeted, putting on a fake smile. "You want to stay away from her. She's a weirdo," Samantha whispered, but making sure Rika heard. She got so irritated at this that she just about spilled the second soda. "Samantha! Anita! How wonderful to see you," Alicia greeted, smiling a certain smile that made Rika sick. Smiles just didn't suit her. As Anita and Alicia began to chat, Rika picked up the cups and began walking over to the table. As she passed by the group, Samantha stuck her foot out. She faltered and fell, spilling the cups and its contents all over the floor. Samantha gasped. "Mother! Rika spilt out drinks!" Alicia's cold eyes snapped to where Rika was lying on the floor, half wet with soda. "Girls," Alicia said in an even pitch, "why don't you go upstairs while we clean this up?" "Sure mom! Come on, Anita, lets go put your stuff in my room!" Samantha exclaimed in a cheery voice. The two girls walked in front of Rika, and Samantha smirked and whispered "nice going." She muttered something and began to collect all the cubes of ice. Only too soon did she hear feet stomping up behind her and felt pain on the back of her head. "You just embarrassed me and your sister," Alicia said fiercely, "now clean this up and do it again, then go to your room. I can't stand to see you anymore." "Thanks, I love you too" Rika thought sarcastically as she soaked the soda up with a towel.
About 5 minutes later the soda was cleaned up and Rika was setting two new cups of soda on the table.
She turned around to leave when Alicia mentioned, "you're just akin to your mother- a gauche, grimy little distasteful child who doesn't heed about others."
She froze and spun around as anger rose inside her.
"Oh, astonished are you? Yes, your mother was insolently the snob. Little dork was always prancing around the house as if she owned it, the little-"
Alicia wasn't able to finish that sentence because all the sudden she was surrounded by a blue glow and she was lifted off the ground.
Rika heard someone scream, but she didn't care. Her eyes were fixed on Alicia.
"You may insult me," Rika spoke coldly, but quietly, "but you can NEVER insult my mother!"
There was a crash and another scream.
Rika was snapped out of her trance-like state. She glimpsed at her hands. They were- no, here whole body, had a blue aurora.
"What have you done!" she heard Samantha shriek. That's when Rika noticed what she had done.
The window was broken and glass lay on the outside in the yard. Alicia was lying on the grass unconscious.
Rika gasped. She had done that??
She pushed past Samantha and Anita and ran upstairs. After throwing some clothes and things into her backpack, she ran back down and stopped at the door to put her shoes on.
"Oh no you don't!" Samantha yelled from the other end of the hallway. "The police are on their way! There's kill you for this!"
That's when Rika really got nervous. She ran out the door and onto the street, not bothering to shut it behind her. She ran and ran down the streets even though on shoe was half on.
"I have to get out of here! I have to leave this place- please, anywhere but here!" she pleaded in her mind.
All the sudden the scene around her began to melt. She felt as if she was being swept off her feet. She was leaving her home in Groveland, Florida. At least for now.
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Did you like it? I have a coupe other chapters written but I haven't typed them yet. PLEASE review! This is gonna be a really good story, promise! And if you have any ideas for a different title (I made this so I could post it) or any ideas at all send them to Chrystal21@msn.com. Thanks! Here's a preview of chapter 2:
Preview of Chapter 2: Goodbye America, Hello England
Rika opened her eyes and blinked. She was definitely not in any place she'd been to- she wasn't even sure if she was in America!
"Where is the world.?" she whispered.
"Why hello dear! What are you doing here at such a time?" a voice asked behind her.
Rika jumped off the floor and spun around. There stood..