I was shopping with my best friend/sister, Sarah, him. I stopped, frozen, in front of our favorite store that were going to enter. I couldn't believe it. This wasn't supposed to happen. I had a good life. I had a good boyfriend, even though sometimes he could be a butt-head. I had good friends, and a very good family. My life was perfect. Why did this have to happen? I was so afraid that my family would disown me and that I would have to go feeling abandoned. What's going to happen to me? I thought, panicked as heck.
"So, now I convinced Sam to go easy on your boyfriend, so Heath won't have complain on you, and you complain on me saying what an idiot he's being. It's a big vicious cycle, one that I do not want to go through again. Zoey? Zoey, are you listening to me?" Sarah asked as she turned around to look at me.
I couldn't say anything. I was too dumbfounded. Then I felt a pain inside me and fell down, trying to hold on the glass of the store. My vision fluttered and I saw the tall man in a long coat walk towards me.
"Zoey Redbird Holland! Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; hearken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night!" The tall man said, the tracker.
"Zoey! Can hear me?! Omygosh, y-your forehead!" I looked up and saw Sarah scared to death. She was pointing at my head. I put my hand to my forehead, and felt it. I was Marked. Terrified and feeling that this was all real, I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. Thankfully there was one in the Food Court, which was right across from "Forever 21".
"Zoey! Zoey, come back!" I heard Sarah yell behind me, but I didn't look back. I ran straight to the private bathroom, not wanting to got to the busy public one. Tears started coming down as I saw the outline of the Crescent Moon.
"Daddy, I need you. I can't do this without you. It's just too much. I thought everything was finally looking up, then this happened. Poppie, I don't know what to do!" I said through my tears, while looking at the mirror.
I missed my dad so much. He died of a heart attack a year ago. He was so smart and wise. Every time we had troubles, he would just say that we have trials to learn from them, and never give up. One day I called him Daddy, but he said that everybody called their dads that. He wanted something unique, something special. So I called him Poppie. I missed him so much. I needed him to help me through this. I hoped my very awesome mom would help. I was just so scared.
"Zoey, open this frackin door!" My sister yelled through the wooden door of the bathroom. Leave it to her to be a Scif Fi dork, and one of the popular girls in school.
"No! Just leave me alone!" I yelled. (Some people would consider it as a whimper.) That was definitly not my best reaction.
"Zoey-Connolie, I know you more than anyone. You need someone right now, and I'm the best one for the job. Now open this frackin door or I'll turn into that big ol' wolf who was misunderstood and blew the three little piggies' house down!" I giggled. My two year older sister was definitely one of a kind.
"Fine." I groaned. I unlocked the door and saw my older sister with her hands on her hips.
"Mind telling me why you ran away?"
I looked at her like the answer was obvious. "Uh, let me think, hmmm maybe because I just saw Tracker and got Marked?" I replied trying unsuccessfully to hold back more tears.
"Oh, Zo, it's okay. Come here." She said with pure sincerity and hugged me.
"What am I going to do? If I don't go to the House of Night, then I'll reject the Change and…and…." I bawled. "If I do then I'll have to leave you guys and not you ever again!" I cried into her shirt. This wasn't me. The only time I ever cried that much was when my dad died.
"Zoey-Connolie, you're not gonna lose us. Just because you're going to a vampyre finishing school where everything's going to be different, doesn't mean that we're not going to be sister anymore. Plus, you're gonna have so much fun there. I mean, vampyes are hot. You're gonna do fine." She gave me a reassuring smile.
I smiled back. "What am I going to tell mom?"
"The truth , you crazy. What do you think?" She gave me a "Duh" look.
"I don't know. I'm just nervous."
"Don't be. She'll understand…hopefully."
"That makes me feel oh so better." I gave her a look.
"Hey, if she's having one of those days, then don't listen to what she says. You know that she'll love you no matter what. Plus, if anything bad happened, remember Grannie Redbird and I are always there for you."
I gave her a big smile. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it. Now let's go and face the cruel, cruel place called our house, shall we?" Sarah asked giving me her arm.
I gave a big air of breath and connected mine with hers. "We shall."