Before I start this story I'd like to say a BIG thanks to Brianna.d.97 for allowing me to steal her story idea ;) If you'd like to read her story "That Centennial" here's the link:
s/8544831/1/The-Centennial... It's amazing :)

Without further ado, here we are; Chapter ONE!

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Abigail Desmond

I quietly removed my earphones from my ear as I entered my math class, if the teacher caught me with it in he may hunt me down to get pay back, if he didn't get enough satisfaction of yelling at me in front of the whole class, first. I took off my white shoulder bag and plopped it on my desk, I looked over at the empty one beside it and wondered where my best friend was, although it didn't worry me since she always turned up to class late. I grabbed out my purple coloured book, my math text book and my denim looking pencil case out and substituted my bag for them, making sure my bag then hung safely on the back of my chair.

"Take a seat, everyone." My math teacher, Mr. Nash instructed. I plopped my self down on the plastic chair and opened my book.

"Now, since we have a test tomorrow I want you all to do pages 809 to 822 of work in your textbooks, and then study tonight for the test." Nash told us, everyone started fumbling through their textbooks to find the page 809, and then the door creaked open, I looked over and smirked as the blond haired girl I've known for 6 years stepped in.

"What's going on sir?" she smirked over at me and quickly glanced over at our teacher.

"Why are you late?" He asked.

"I think the better question is, why are you early? Am I right, children?" she directed at the class with a cheeky look. Oh god, she made me laugh. By now all 26 students were looking at her, some were smirking like the popular people who are her friends and some were just looking plainly ahead.

"As I said for the last 20 million times, you now have a weeks detention with me for being late." The teacher spat at her.

"Although quality time with Mr. Nash seems like sooo," she paused for a sarcastic chuckle, "so much fun – I have a note for you." She opened the black glossy purse hanging from the side of her body and pulled out a purple piece of paper, and no doubt if you hadn't guessed both of our favorite colours are, yes, Purple.

She handed it to the teacher and made her way over to the desk next to me, no matter how late, or how much in trouble she's in, she always gets out of it.

"Hey, Abby." She smirked at me and sat down, without pulling out her books.

"Hello there, Hazel." I poked her right arm and looked at the textbook.

"Katie Holmes, are you here?" The teacher started throwing out names and marking the roll, I must of cut his voice out because suddenly he was in front of my desk.

"Abigail Desmond, are you here, today?" He stared down at me.

"Obviously she is, if you're not blind you'd see she's right in front of you." Hazel told him, I felt my cheeks going red, "and mark me here today, too, if you didn't know, my name is Hazel Gold." She added.

"Detention with me for 2 weeks, Miss Gold, and if you'd like more continue talking." The teacher told her as he marked both of our names off the list.

The rest of the lesson was boring and full of work, finally the bell went to go home as math was our 4th Period on a Friday, after it Hazel went off to her boyfriend and told me she'd meet me at her car, so I agreed knowing that our other friend, Willow Hastings, would be there waiting for us both.

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"Hey, Willy!" I enthusiastically remarked as I saw her with her head in her new iPhone.

"If you ever call me that again I will strangle you in your sleep tonight." Willow told me without looking up.

"Nice to see you, too." I sarcastically commented.

"I'm sorry," she looked up at me, "It's just that Jake broke up with me today, over text."

I looked at her with sad eyes.

"Give me your phone, I'm putting it away for now, and I think I just figured out what movie we will watch tonight." I snatched the phone from her hand and placed it in my bag.

"What movie?" Asked Hazel as she skipped up to the red roofless corvette.

"Titanic." I announced, both the girls nodded frantically and hopped in the car, soon we stopped at Willows to pick up her bags, then mine before heading to Hazels for the night.

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It was late night and dark outside, the girls and I were rugged up in our blankets and pillows as it was freezing, the pizza had just been ordered and the garlic bread was reeking out the whole house, I'm so glad Hazels parents weren't here because we played truth or dare and I was made to do some pretty bad things, after all we were all 18 and pretty much legal to do anything we wanted.

"Guys, how weird is that? Today is April 14th, 2012. Exactly 100 years from when the titanic sunk." Willow announced as Hazel put the movie in the player.

"You're such a nerd." She remarked.

"That's so true, Willow. How strange." I ignore Hazel.

"Like you didn't know that already, Abby." Hazel grabbed the remote and curled back into the blanket, grabbing pizza on the way.

"I didn't, actually." I spit back at her.

"Okay, okay. Gosh." Hazel took a bite of the cheese pizza.

"We're not at school, Hazel, you don't need to be a bitch around us." Willow got up and walked to the bathroom down the hall. I looked over at Hazel and she wiped her cheek, as if she'd shed a tear!

"Hey, she didn't mean it Hazel, you know that."

"I know." She snapped and took another bite, soon after Willow came back and we all pigged out while watching Titanic.

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"Guys, it's 2:15am, we should go up to the beds now." Willow remarks, jolting me awake.

"Okay, lets go." Hazel walked off with her blanket upstairs.

"Is she mad?" Willow asked.

"Just upset, c'mon." I started walking up stairs with Willow following behind me, we reached Hazels room and she wasn't inside.

"Hazel?" Willow asked, looking in the right direction of Hazels door.

"Guys – something is in the attic." She looked horrified, this wasn't a joke.

"Lets go and look together, I threw my blanket to the ground, and grabbed my bag just in case I needed to hit someone, then walked up the stairs into the attic.

It was dark and you couldn't see much, until a dim light suddenly flashed on, making me jump.

"All attics have a light, you know?" Willow smirked.

"What the hell is this?!" Hazel walked over to what seemed to be a big, black hole in the floorboards of the attic. I walked over and stood next to her, looking in, the hole didn't go anywhere from what it looked like.

"What is all this stuff, is that a Picasso painting?!" Willow exclaimed, "GUY! WATCH OUT!" suddenly we all fell into the black hole.