A/N: Heyo all you scoundrels(no not really XD, you're all wonderful), I'm back! :DDDD Yaaaayyyyyy So, I had a major writing style change aaaand...I am totally rewriting the vast majority of my stories. *sigh* It had to happen. I wasn't really- a). Getting past my writer's block with my newer style, b). Happy with my old plotlines and the voice that I was writing with, and c). Enjoying the way that I put myself in all my stories. :C So, I've been thinking. I'm rewriting them all...with new stories with it! :D
Anyways, I'm replacing myself and 'Vi' with OCs. :3 Yeah, it gets awkward after a while. I actually have an entire hand-written journal FULL of OCs. Nerdy, yeah, but I've been banned from the computer lately...and my insanity needed let out.
Now, I'm gonna be a chapter ahead of when I update, so it'll take a while. I hope you enjoy~!^.^
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I was sitting at my window, the breeze gently caressing my long, curly black hair. My blue and gold mixed eyes were shut, the imposing darkness under my eyelids was all I could see, but I could still smell and hear the cities only a half mile away. I smiled when I smelled the wind was carrying the invorgrating aromas of food, flowers, and slight smog- but not much, just a little bit. The faint sounds of talking and car horns reached my ears from both cities. Laughter, angry yells occasionally would reach my house from the road.
Me, my mother, and my little sister all lived out here, almost too far from medical/poilce help, but not quite. Everyone thought our house was haunted, but that was only going on until one particular jerk tried to get in my library last week. Yeah, I have my own personal 'library'. Got a problem with that? No? Good. Anyways, this guy ended up with a long burn from my bedside candle- on his butt. Let's just say him and his little friends got the message.
I snorted as I remembered the look on his face- he was so dang scared, I ended up falling to the ground laughing so hard. Oh, he almost peed himself, too...he ran out screaming that it was haunted by me- and then the rumors stopped, thankfully.
My 13th birthday was tommorow, and to be honest, I haven't heard from any of my friends all week. I would scoff, except all of them had reasonable 'excuses', so I couldn't be too angry. But it was still disappointing to know your friends wouldn't be there celebrating your birthday with you. I sighed as the thoughts of this week flew through my head. I began to get a headache as I fought to shut them up. It worked...to a certain degree.
Gloomily, I sulked, with a bad headache and sad thoughts running through my head. But it didn't take long for me to smile again- it was the cherry-blossoming season, and in Japan it was called the Sakura season. I think, correct me if I'm wrong. Anyways, this season of late spring, when the blossoms opened- apparently they hadn't even grown leaves before I arrived. I always smiled at the thought of being special enough to make trees and flowers grow.
My family's only lived here for two years- but it didn't take long to get situated. Two cities, their main roads only a full mile apart. But that's to the poor areas, and a shortcut at that. One is the popular city of Twin Seeds, and the other is Bellbridge, with the tall clocktower. Twin Seeds resembles Las Vegas in some ways, just not as large or well-known. The locals don't give their secrets away easily. Bellbridge is more like England, with the clocktower and the London-like design. My house- rather, mansion- is a mix of both cities.
Though I always manage to get to wherever I need in either city- maybe Bellbridge's delightful bakery, or possibly Twin Seeds' amazing theatrics- within an hour, other people say it takes around 40 miles without me by their side. I was always super-confused, but they shook it off. Now, though, it's said that if you want to get to Bellbridge from Twin Seeds, or vice versa, then you ask me to walk with you. Mr. Samuels, Bellbridge's famous comedian, and his sister, Lorena, have made it a joke to say that I'm a witch in disguise and that I put a spell on whomever walks with me so that I can start making them my slave one day. I always respond with a shove, and recieve a laugh.
Lorena lives in Twin Seeds, so Mr. Samuels always walks with me when he knows I'm gonna come out- for instance, he crept up to my window one day and when I screamed obsceneties at him, he blew a rasberry at me. I ended up walking him to Twin Seeds in my pajamas. But that didn't really bother me- what ticked me off was his nerve. Lorena almost had a heart attack, she laughed so hard. All she'd done was open the door to go get some late-night coffee, and walla, me in my PJ's, grumpier than ever, with Mr. Samuels grinning wickedly. She only had to hear my name before she broke the calm demeanor she'd been holding up. Laughing ensued that night, until my mother heard- she too had the ability to 'break the laws of time travel', and was there instantly. She, however, was not laughing. I was grounded until Lorena explained- by then, she'd heard the full story.
As I thought of that, I also remembered one other thing- I needed to go grocery shopping today. Before my birthday, I know. But nothing on the list is out of the ordinary. Nothing. And I know for a fact that she didn't buy anything, she hasn't left the house all week. In a way, it worried me, but in another, it made me suspicious- and in another, it made me strangely happy. Whatever, not like it really matters...unless someone...ok, forget my stupid assumptions. Really, it's not important, she's jabbered away on the phone more this week than she's gone online shopping. Now that's a problem.
I finally drew my head back into my room, leaving the window open. Crime is almost unheard of in either Twin Seeds or Bellbridge, so it's not like someone's gonna crawl through the window or something. Even the creeps have learned that to go in the house through my window is death. Or to cross paths with me while entering- either way, I'm a sadistic little girl, nobody but my mother knows what to do with me. And of course, my BFF, Jasmin.
Jasmin is one of my many collected friends over the years- and by far the best. When my family first arrived, she'd been on the scene of unloading the moment she heard about me, apparently. I laughed the entire time we played over that scene, a young 9 year old dashing along to fit more boxes into the parlor. She just sped all over the room, leaving the movers stunned. I also met Lorena that day, and she was walking by when Jasmin zoomed past with at least 3 huge boxes in her arms. Lorena instantly looked towards the movers, cackling loudly when she saw their faces. I chuckle, remembering being sped over by the human-female version of Sonic. She was even wearing a blue dress that day, to add to the hilarity.
I turned away from the window to face my room. It's a really nice, big one, with bright yellow and white wallpapering in the design of four-petaled flowers. The carpeting is a dark brown, so stains aren't that visible. It's pretty useful, unless I spilled something light colored. Then it's a problem. My room is about 30x32 feet big. It's actually not that big, but it's still roomy. My bed is on the top right corner, my closet taking up most of the top and middle right areas, my door on the bottom right area. My desk is on the bottom left, my TV in the top middle, and the rest is empty space. Yeah, pretty sketched out, but I like it. I even put the desk together myself. It's a basic four legs with a white tabletop, with a white, small four-cubbied bookcase on top and some writing space. I love to write, I actually consider becoming an author one day.
Right now, I have all my old schoolbooks and folders full of art and my stories on the left side, and the right and middle are empty. My pencils are on top of the bookcase, stacked neatly with my pens, despite their odd lengths. My lamp sits on the left corner of my bookcase, which, like my desk, is pressed up against the wall. My envelopes and stuff is also stacked up there. My books, many of them, sit nestled lightly in the cubbies. Harry Potter, Inheritance Cycle, so many. All but the Goblet Of Fire, which I lost on the move. I feel a bit bad, but it's not like I can't get another one. But my mom owned that copy for a long time before she handed it down to me when I was 10. And I lost it. Oh, well, the past is the past, no ability to change that.
I walked over to my desk, pulling out some plain printing paper. I began to sketch something. Not a head, like I normally do. But I just let my mind wander as I draw. But it's hard to be so light-headed and dreamy. I'm working on it. It's not easy. Sure, I'm rich, sure, I'm spoiled, but it's not like I really had a choice in my up-bringing. If I did, I would be a waay better person. I'm not exactly the best kid ever, but I'm not the worst, at least. As I drew, my eyes shut for a moment before I re-opened them and looked down in surprise at my paper.
A lightly shaded orb with a multiple-pointed star inside hovered over a glass floor, the reflection wavered and rippled like the glass was water. I stared at it, but didn't recognize it. Not at all. I scrunched up my eyebrows, trying to see if it was something I'd seen before. For some unknown reason, I felt like I should know what the orb was, like I'd seen it many times before. But it didn't click. I tilted my head, trying to imagine it moving. But nothing worked. I sighed, rubbing my temple softly. I put my pencil down, using both hands to try and stop my headache. Ugh, I hate when this happens. Headaches suck.
My doorknob turned, and I swung around to see my sister opening the door. She shares my dark black hair and blue eyes, but hers don't have gold rims around them. Her hair falls softly in curtains of soft black silk to her shins, and right now she's wearing a blue nightgown that matches her eyes. Her eyes are wide like always, this time in curiosity. She's tilted at an angle, gripping onto the door tightly. Her skin has more of a whitish sheen than mine, which looks like it has golden freckles all over it. Her name is Delilah, and she's only five years old. But everyone says that she's smarter than at least 90 percent of the population of both cities. She was talking at four months, so you can definately say that she's ahead of most babies and children.
"Amy?" Her whisper of a voice reaches my ears, small and timid as it is. Don't get me wrong, she can be a TOTAL jerk, she's actually bipolar. I'm pretty sure I'm schiziophrenzic, as my 'conscious' talks to me with a mind of its own at times. Yeah, it's true. But I don's hear it, I just hear it like a thought. Anyways, I'm sure I'm insane. So is Delilah, I think it runs in the family. I smile as I hear that melodical voice, it always makes me do that. Or giggle. It makes me think of a lullaby.
"Yeah, Dee?" It's my special nickname for her, like hers for me is Mee. I know it's funny, but believe me, there's been worse. Even rock-eyes and alien Blue. Me and her, respectively. She smiles a bit at the nickname, then steps a bit farther into the room.
"Mom says you're wanted in the living room." I grinned, then shoved my chair back, standing up.
"Coming." I walked out, leaving her behind me. I didn't remember to put my drawing back, and she immediantly saw it. She stepped closer, examining it. Just like I had, her eyebrows scrunched up.
"What are you doing, Dee?" Her head whipped around, tossing her hair wildly into the air. Eyes wide at being caught. She covered quickly, but not fast enough. She smiled, then stood up tall.
"Nuthin', I'm coming. Hold up," she nonchalantly replied, then walked out with me. I raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. We walked down the sunlit hallway, making sure to take the hallway to the living room. Silence reigned as we walked stiffly to the living room. When I entered, however, I was met with a huge surprise. My jaw dropped, then I managed to hold my ability to speak for a few moments.
"J-jasmin?" I stuttered. All heads turned towards me, eyes wide. One in particular caught my eyes. A girl with long, black hair, brown, slanted eyes, and yellowish skin. She turned towards me, eyes wide. The memory of our most recent meeting reflected in both of our eyes. For a moment, she too looked on in shock.
Then, ignoring the rest of my friends, I turned and ran out the front door, leaving it wide open. Because I couldn't bear to face her again.