Hey, guys! Okay, so, first of all, i'm a loser, i don't own ANYTHING, except maybe my laptop. :) my name's veronica, i'm a freshie in highschool(wipee!) and i tried to get my friends on charlie bone but they are weirdos and say its a kids book. which, technically it is, but i loved it from the moment my mom introduced it to me(yes, my mom.) when i was, like, 12, and so being me, i started daydreaming about it. like ,what if I was in it and stuff, ya know? sorry for the long A/N, but when i start talking, i CANNOT stop. so here starts the story! enjoy! pleaseplease review! if i can get at least TWO, i will be happy. :)
The Beginning
It was a typical day at Bloors Academy for Gifted Students. Dark and dreary clouds covered the sky, a chilly breeze rustled the crinkled, yellow grass. Charlie Bone shivered. He was wearing his cape, blue for music students, waiting for his friends on the log pile. He was fifteen, and wasn't at Bloors because he was smart or artistically gifted. It was because he had an endowment. Charlie was able to look at a picture and "go in" it, hearing the voices of the long deceased, or the lost. He was also able to go into a portrait, or a painting. There, he could actually communicate with the person in the painting. He whipped his head around, hearing someone yell. He grinned when he saw his friends Emma, Olivia, and Fidelio walking towards him. Olivia, a drama student, was wearing one of her usual flashy outfits. Her short and naturally brown hair was dyed purple, and she was wearing high stiletto heels that she teetered in. She plopped down on a log gratefully.
"Do you know how hard it is to walk in these?" Olivia asked Charlie, lifting up her foot.
"No, but I'm sure that you're going to tell me." Charlie said, raising an eyebrow. Fidelio chuckled. He wasn't endowed, just an extraordinary student in music. Olivia was endowed as well, but the Bloors were unawares. Olivia huffed, and put her chin in her hand. Emma turned her head to the left, sending her blonde ponytail flying into Fidelio's face. He gagged, and she gasped.
"Look up!" she managed. Charlie tilted his head upwards, as Emma had indicated. He thought that maybe she had seen a bird, for that was Emma's endowment. She could turn into any kind of bird she could imagine, and soar into the sky. Speaking of the sky, what Emma had seen was no bird. The gray clouds that had hung over the academy were swiftly moving away, and blue sky was peeking out. Soon the sun emerged, and Charlie grinned.
"Thank you, sky!" he called, making Olivia laugh. Emma waved, motioning Lysander Sage and Tancred Torsson over to them. Lysander was African, and he had the ability to communicate with his ancestors. He strided over, moving his long legs effortlessly to close the gap between him and Emma.
"Hey Em'. What's up?" he asked, perching beside Emma. Lysander was fifteen as well, and so was Tancred.
"Nothing much. Except that the sky is blue, and the grass is green." she said offhandedly, and the group looked down. Tancred gaped, his green eyes wide. The yellow grass was indeed green, and Tancred plopped down on it, his blonde, spiky hair hidden in the greenery.
"This is weird." Olivia concluded, and Fidelio snorted.
"That's weirder." he said, pointing to…a girl. She was walking alone, by herself, as if completely oblivious to the students around her. But it wasn't her solidarity that made her stand out in the throng of teenagers. It was her extreme beauty. Her skin was smooth and tan, a pretty caramel color. Her legs were long, slim, and perfect, matching stride for stride in an unbreakable, fluid motion. Her equally slim arms were clutching a book to her chest, her face in a wondered expression. Oh, her face, Tancred thought, staring. It was truly an angel's face. Her chin was angular, cheekbones protruding sharply, yet all her features soft and delicate. Her eye color was practically invisible from this distance, but her eyes were huge. Charlie let out a low whistle.
"Wow, she's gorgeous."
"No wonder she looks lost. She's probably headed for the Modeling Agency. Not here." Fidelio said, and Emma laughed. Just like that, she stopped, and tapped someone on the shoulder. Her lips moved; she was talking. The student looked around, and pointed at the log pile, where Fidelio was sitting. The girl thanked him, and headed towards Fidelio.
"Incoming." Lysander muttered, and punched Tancred's arm. The girl stopped in front of Fidelio, and handed him a slip of paper. He stood, and read it to himself. "I'm your guide?" he asked, looking up. She nodded, and smiled, her perfect teeth sparkling in the sunlight. "Sit," he invited, motioning to a log. She sat carefully next to Tancred, looking around. "Hi, I'm Tancred Torsson." He said, sticking out his hand for a handshake. She shook his hand carefully, looking around again. "Hello. I am Amoret Wellers." She said quietly, her voice as musical as a bell, and as soft as a feather. There was a malicious edge under it, though. Immediately, introductions were made. Tancred stared at her when she was talking to Fidelio. Her hair was a soft brown, with strands of copper and bronze mixing in. Her lips were full, and curved up now as she smiled. She was slender, her blousy white button-down hiding that fact, tucked into her green skirt. "Excuse me?" he heard, and his head snapped back up from the cover of her book. Amoret was looking at him, frowning slightly. "Yes?" he asked, widening his eyes in mock innocence. Hers narrowed slightly. "She was wondering if you would show her to the King's Room today." Fidelio said quickly, not wanting Tancred's temper to get up. "Sure." He shrugged, and looked at Amoret again. Her eyes were a mix of green and brown, he noticed. Like tree bark… "Thank you." She said, smiling at all of them. She took turns looking into each of their eyes, Tancred last. She gave a little gasp, then walked quickly away. Amoret broke into a run, looking back only once. The expression on her face was sheer terror.