Kidnapping Scarlet
Chapter 1
My Math Quiz Comes on an Adventure
It's amazing how hard reality hits you. Well, in my case I don't think you'd call it reality, but I am unaware of the difference between life and dreams at the moment. I don't know what part of this is real or if any of it makes any sense at all. But I do understand that I'm happy where I stand at this point in time. Oh excuse me, I'm getting way ahead of myself. I suppose I'll start on November 24th, 2011.
The day started out normal enough. The repetitious school day continued as it had year after year in my 15-year-old life. We did some work in science before moving on to math class, which we had a quiz on today. Sadly the quiz probably would have been the highlight of my day if a certain someone hadn't shown up.
"Come in, come in," Mrs. Z cheered in her highly caffeinated voice, "Alright, sit down my little yahoos."
I sat in my desk across the aisle from my friend Michelle. Her dirty-blond hair was pulled into a ponytail today, something unusual for her to wear in classes other than gym. She gave me a slightly worried look and mouthed the words did you study? I nodded my head and turned my attention to another peer with long, wavy brown locks who was waving her hands in sort-of a fanatic sign language in an attempt to gain my attention.
"What?" I whispered to the brown haired girl, Vicki, who was sitting a couple seats ahead of me. She grinned and pointed enthusiastically to the bracelet I had given her for her birthday a few weeks prior to the current date. I smiled back at her, glad she liked the small leather bracelet with a bear charm and several brightly colored rocks strung on it. Why am I describing this to you? It comes into play later, so shut up and let me continue.
Mrs. Z passed out the quizzes. Lucky for me it was on percents, something I was good at. I wrote in my sloppy handwriting Scarlet J.A Terra at the top. I had always written my name like that. My middle name is Jennifer-Allen because my mother basically passed out when I was born, and she wanted to name me Jennifer. Dad on the other hand thought Jennifer was too common, so since Mom was out cold he swapped Jennifer for my middle name and named me Scarlet. Allen is what I would have been named if I was a boy, and well the full name just sounded cool.
My hair goes a little ways beyond my shoulders, and it's a pretty muddy brown with a strange golden metallic shine. As for eyes mine are a deep hazel that is very indecisive of whether it wants to be brown, green, or a mix of both.
About halfway through my quiz, a weird whirring sound piped my interest. I wasn't the only one intrigued by the strange noise, for all my classmates had turned their faces to the door of the class room- or where the door should have been for that matter. Now the only exit to the dull painted classroom was consumed by a swirling dark mass that appeared to be spiraling in a cycle on and on to who knows where.
Then the black hole heaved up a humanoid figure that landed almost gracefully onto the floor. The stranger stood from his crouched position, so I could get a better look at our unexpected new classmate.
The boy looked about my age, and was only a few inches taller then I was. He had short white hair that seemed to shine like a star even in the dimly lit school. His eyes were a brilliant blue, but unlike any other eyes in the world. They were dark blue instead of light, and looked as if the oceans of the world had been pooled into two small irises on this boy's face. He was very handsome, but there was something that could not be ignored about him. A long winding tattoo of flame coiled from his left cheek-bone and slithered down his neck and collar bone until it disappeared under his shirt.
He scanned the room not taking more than a second on each person. The more incompetent girls tried to fix themselves for the good-looking stranger, while some of us were more worried about where this guy came from, or hey maybe we should be concerned about the still threatening black mass blocking our escape! Mrs. Z seemed torn on what to do first, and was, for once, speechless.
It was finally my turn to be examined by the night sky eyes, and he stopped on me. "Scarlet Terra?" His words implied inquiry, but his face assured that he knew the answer, and that he was ready to make the buzzer sound if I answered falsely.
Feeling brave, and more than likely stupid I gave the barest shake of my head. His gaze tightened around me, so I could nearly feel the air being squeezed from my lungs as he did so.
"Come with me," he commanded his face expressionless. I didn't move.
"B-but I have to finish my quiz," I argued.
His expression changed from blank to what looked like a snarling dog. "No, we're going whether you like it or not." he growled. Before I could do much the boy snatched me up, and threw me over his shoulder. Mrs. Z jumped up at the sight of this, and Michelle made a desperate grab for my hand, but both actions were to no avail as the stranger bounded into the black hole, taking me with him.