Twisted Change-Chapter 1
America
A loud yawn escaped my lips as I sat up in my twin-sized bed and stretched high above my head. The light from my window danced over my sleepy eyes. With another yawn I swung my legs to the side of the bed. School started today. I slumped my way over to the full body mirror next to my door. My long dark brown hair clung to my face and my chocolate brown eyes were obviously still asleep. My name is Amme Rose Johnson; I'm an 8th grader at the old Cambridge Middle School. I'm 14 and will be 15 in May. May 15th to be exact. I'm fairly tall, around 5''5' with long tracker legs for the running season at school. Everyone says I'm as light as a feather even though I'm probably around 100 pounds already, though I'm slender and on the small side.
I rolled my shoulders back to try and be less stiff from the long night's sleep. I walked over to the small closet and pulled out my school uniform, which consisted of a navy blue pleated skirt which reached about arms length down and a long sleeve white button up shirt with a collar for the navy blue tie to dangle around. I never liked the tie tight and secure, it was more comfortable when it was loose and felt like it wasn't there at all. I slipped off my pajamas as threw on the uniform, along with my own addition on a pair of white knee-high stockings to give off my own style. I ran to the bathroom and washed up a bit before I tied up my hair in a high pony, leaving two strands hanging loose in the front, slid on a white headband and put on my make-up. After I was done getting ready I stumbled down the steps-trying not to trip- to the lower level of my home, where I took a left into the kitchen. My parents weren't home so I had to make my own breakfast. Cereal usually worked well, along with the usual apple juice. While I drank I slipped on my black skater shoes and grabbed my baby blue bag, along with the skateboard that leaned against the wall next to the front door. It was 6:00 am and school started at 6:30 so I still had time, the school was only ten minuets away and I could ride pretty quickly. After tossing my dishes in the sink I dashed out the door, locking it behind me and began to skate down to the old school. After picking up the pace a bit, it didn't take too long before I made it to the large old brick building where my best friend Kylee Anderson waited at the front doors. I made my way up the few steps to the door and then began walking to my new locker with Kylee.
"So, how was your summer?" Kylee asked.
"Great! It ended way too soon though!" I whined.
"Well... tell me..." She hinted after elbowing me in the side.
"What?" I asked, clueless.
"Brandon...?" she giggled. I flushed. Brandon was my new "boyfriend" he asked me out over the summer. He's great, so nice, and really cute too, but this wasn't really a topic I liked.
"What about him?" I turned my head so I didn't have to look at her.
"Oh, common. Tell me everything! Did he kiss you yet? What was the first date like? Does he really like you? Do you think he'll still like you this ye-" Her rambling was cut short by my hand, which was now holding her mouth shut.
"Kylee" I hissed. "Shut up! No, he didn't kiss me, yes the date was fun, I'm pretty sure he likes me, and I don't know what he's thinking now!" I barked. She talks far too much and it got annoying when you've been listening to it since 2nd grade. She shook my hand off and looked past me with a devious grin planted on her face.
"What?"
"Brandon's coming over here," she whispered to me. I froze, oh no! He can't come now; I didn't what to see him yet, not with my loud mouth friend here. She'll tell him everything.
"Kylee, get out of here." I told her.
"Why!" She whined. "Because you'll tell him everything I just told you, now get!" I spat.
"Fine..." She drawled, and then began to walk over to her locker or the other side of the hallway.
"Amme!" That beautiful voice yelled. I turned and could already feel my face heating up. Brandon wasn't just any guy; he was the most popular guy in school. And he like me, so many girls wanted to kill me for that.
He stopped a few feet in front of me. Oh gosh, he was gorgeous! His short dirty blond hair, his muscular frame, him beautiful green eyes, his, voice...
"Amme, Amme...Amme, you okay?" He asked as him hand reached out and shook my shoulder.
"Huh! What?" I snapped out of my daze. He chuckled.
"Spacing out again?" He joked. Oh, how embarrassing! "Yeah…" I laughed nervously while scratching the back of my head.
"So, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the park with me after school? He continued.
"A-a-a-" I struggled to find words. "A-a-a" I gave up a just gave him a fast nod up and down. He laughed and then tussled my hair like I was a five year old who just did something good. My forehead creased. I hate when he does that. "Okay, then I'll come by your locker later!" He waved as her ran to him homeroom.
I walked to my homeroom with a smile on my face, but it soon disappeared when I walked into the English room. The last seat as by the one and only Josh Hanson. He was a sweet guy in elementary, but once middle school hit he changed a lot from the little nerd he used to be. He was a lot taller, had dark brown hockey hair and was built well. All in all, he was hot and has had the biggest crush on me since 7th grade; last year. I dragged my feet over to the chair and sat down. He immediately started talking and I just tried to block him out. That's when the dream from the night before crept back into my thoughts, it was out of the ordinary and was really bugging me.
I was all alone, in a world I've never seen before. The was nothing or no one there for that matter. Well, except for me that is. My hands where shaking, cold and I was running. Running from something that I'm not quite sure what it was. The frosty chill nipped at my bare skin leaving me want to collapse, but for some reason I just couldn't. Until I'd ran enough to fall over. A hand helped me up and when I looked at it's owner, I saw the face of a teenage boy, older than me, with golden blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. He told me something, but no words came out, it was all mute. Then came the part that was troubling me the most. There was a part right after when I was all alone again. That's when I saw a tiny polar bear cub rolling in the snow. It was extremely cute and it was prancing over to me through the white blanket that covered that vast area. But as the tiny cub came closer it began to grow into a larger bear. Into a full-grown bear… but this bear didn't look the same. The tiny cub had love and happiness in his eyes, while it's now grown figure had the eyes of hate and rage. The poor bear charged at me but I was pulled out of the way by something else now. Not the teenage boy, but a shadowy figure I couldn't make out. A figure that had no face, nor arms or legs. Just a mere form. An outline of what would make a human. Its dark, faded arms pulled around my waist in an iron tight grip. I fought against it but it would release me. I reached out to where I now saw Brandon's out stretched hand trying to find my own. But he couldn't grab it. The more I reached, the harder I tried, the tighter the iron hold bound. It was suffocating and then I woke up with a loud scream that still wouldn't make any sound whatsoever.
My head slipped from my hands and hit the desk below me in a loud "thud"! I rubbed my head with a hand and shouted aloud. "Owe!" Josh laughed. "Don't go hurting that pretty little face of yours Ames."
I scowled. "Shut up. Don't call me that." The bell rang and I finally had an excuse to use the saying "Saved by the bell".
The rest of the day went by in a blur and I soon found myself at my locker, packing up all my homework for the night. I didn't have much, just Math. Sadly I had no classes with Brandon, but I had lunch with Kylee and a few of my other good friends. I also had my fried Matt in Spanish and Amber and Kylee both in Gym. After packing up I locked it shut and walked out of the school to meet Brandon by his Truck. Brandon's 15, a year older than me, but already has his license. I started school the same time as everyone else, but I skipped a grade, so I'm the youngest out of all my friends, who are either 15 or going on 15 soon. I slid into the passenger seat and flicked on the radio. I was hoping this would clear my head of the dream. Brandon got in next and immediately turned down the radio. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Nothing at all." I shrugged and reached for the dial for volume, but his hand caught mine. "Amme, tell me. You seem kind of off today and it's worrying me." He told me while staring into my eyes. That's not fair, he put me on the spot. A deep sigh rolled out. "I had a bad dream and it's bugging me." I confessed. He let go f me hand and placed his hand on my cheek. "It's ok, just a dream." He smiled sweetly. "Yeah." I looked down. "Hey, look at me." He pulled up my head to meet his eyes. "Try not to think about it ok? I'm here for you. Just call me at night if you ever need to talk, ok?" His eyes were melting me. "Ok." I smiled. It's hard to refuse him.
Japan-Café Mew Mew Basement
"Wesley!" Elliot shouted.
"I know, I know, I saw." Wesley replied with a sigh. "But how is this going to work?" He asked the teenage boy standing nest to him. Elliot smirked. "I've got it all covered."
"What do you mean?" Wesley looked confused.
"I set up the mirror at the correct coordinates, so just fire the infuser when she's by the hill. I'm sure it'll hit... Even if she is on the other side of the world." The blond boy smiled.
The older boy, Wesley, with long brown hair gave a content nod and turned to the computer settings in front of him. "Let's hope this works. She's our last hope." He muttered with a determined look.
Meanwhile upstairs in the café 6 girls gathered together to hear the news of the final project.
"Guys come here!" Zoey yelled to her friends. They all came rushing over. "Did you all hear? They found her!" The red headed girl exclaimed.
"Really?" Kiki jumped up and down in excitement. "When can we go get her?" the small blond girl questioned.
"Umm... well... here's the thing... she's not exactly... 'Here'" Zoey Laughed nervously.
"What do you mean bay that" Corina spat.
"Well... Umm… She's kind of on the other side of the world." Zoey smiled.
"What!" They all shouted. Everyone in the Cafe looked. "Shush" Zoey put a finger to her lips. "People are here!" She whispered to them all.
"How is she going to help us save the world, if she's on the other side of it!" Corina hissed in a low roar.
"Don't worry, Elliot has it all planned out. He's going to go over there and bring her back here." Zoey smiled in triumph.
"I don't think it'll be that easy." Renee, an older girl, spoke up from her silence. All the girls looked over at her. "Why not?" Zoey asked.
"Do you really think she's going to want to come with some strange guy to the other side of the world. She'll be in shock, she'll refuse. I don't blame her. She won't want to leave her family, friends, everything. Would you?" She reasoned. Zoey looked down. "No. I could never leave Mark." Zoey sighed. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Well then what do we do?" Bridget asked.
"...I don't know..." Zoey whispered.
The ground rumbled.
"It's time." They shouted and darted to the basement to see the large screen showing a young girl, around their age, who was on a hilltop all alone.
"It's so nice out." Brandon said while smiling down at me. Why did he have to be like another foot taller than me? I felt like a child. "It really is! I love the summer, but I prefer winter better. I've always loved the snow." I laughed. "Yeah, that would explain why last year you yelled at the teacher for not letting you go out in play in the snow during 6th period." He chuckled. "Oh, you remember that…" My face flushed red. "Hey look the Hill's open." Brandon seemed to be excited about this.
"What's so special about some old hill?" I asked as we walked up it. "It's not just any hill. This is the hill that my parents got married on. They didn't want a big wedding, so they had it here." He explained. "Aw, that's so sweet." I said. He grabbed my hand and we began to run up the hill. My heart was pounding from his touch. I hope he can't hear it.
Once we were at the top I sat down out of breath. This shouldn't tire me out I'm a track star. Maybe it was because of him...
"I'll be right back." He said.
"Where are you going?" I asked. Was he leaving me?
"Ha ha, I'm thirsty. I'll get you something too." He laughed at my reaction, then left. I sat in silence as the dream rolled back into my thoughts. I fell backwards onto the green grass and watched the clouds float by. I was trying to concentrate hard, but I was cut off as the sky brightened and everything went a blinding white. I closed my eyes but when I opened then I wasn't at the park anymore. No. I was somewhere else.
The shimmering blue and white world around me left me clueless. Where am I? It was still summer but I was oddly cold. I wrapped my arms around myself to help the warmth and then realized why I was so cold. "Where are my clothes?" I screeched after I looked down and covered myself up with my arms. I took another look around but found nothing. No walls, floors, sky, people, animals, there was nothing but me and an endless world of blue. A rumble erupted from around me but I couldn't fine the source. "How…?" I questioned myself, but then saw the cause. A large polar bear, the one form my dream. It was angry about agony and anguish. It made my heart ach but also a but mad. "Is this seriously how I'm going to die?" I shouted at the charging bear. "In some stupid dream, from a polar bear?" I continued to shout. This was crazy. But I could move, I was frozen. Paralyzed in the sight. I closed my eyes tight and awaited the pain of my death. But it didn't come… I looked down at the horrid sight. "Oh my gosh! What's going on?" I screeched when I saw that the large bear was now being molded with my body until it finally disappeared. A loud roar burst from my cold lips and my eyes flashed an icy blue color. The pain finally came and the constant screams turned into lour growls are roars from the new animal inside of me. "Help!" I thundered as I fought back the tears of the ripping pain of my skin and insides. How did it get inside of me, it's far too large! But when I looked down to check my body, I looked the same. No blood, no cuts or bruises, but I was now wearing clothes. Not my clothes though, different clothes. Two white knee-high stockings pulled onto my bare legs. Along with two while, long gloves that reached up to my elbows. A small snowflake symbol lay put on the top of each hand of the gloves. Next came two large brown boots with fur around the rims. They were far too big for my size 4 feet, but somehow the stayed on with no trouble at all. My hair stayed in a high ponytail with the two strands in front, but with the addition of a white ribbon that took the place of my headband. There were two small powder blue ribbons, which clung around my biceps and another ribbon of the same color that took it's spot around my neck, looking like a small chocker. At the middle of the ribbon on my neck, there dangled a small golden pendant with the symbol of a snow flake on top of it. Finally came the small powder blue dress that hugged my curves and was about arms length down. The top was strapless and revealed my shoulders, while the bottom was pleated with small creases all around the end.
"What's going on?" I asked again, a bit more dazed. I was extremely tired and I couldn't see very well. The weight on my eyes were taking me under. My head was spinning and I finally gave into the darkness, which was pulled on my eyelids.
I shot up in my bed, panting for air. That dream again. I was in my room and the bright green glow of the clock next to me on the bed stand read 7:03 pm. I heard a hard sigh of relive for my right. I snapped my head over to the sound and saw the love of my life sitting in a chair next to my bedside.
"Thank God you're okay." He sighed yet again
"What happened?" I asked, still confused.
"You were past out when I came back up the hill, so I carried you home."
I blushed, He carried me! "And I've been waiting for you to wake up ever since. You had me worried sick there." He shook his head.
"I'm sorry." I said looking down. So it was all a dream then?
"It's ok, you're fine now and I'm glad. Just don't worry me like that again." He laughed. I forced a smile as my eyes welt up with tears. He stared straight into my eyes. It looked like he was getting closer. Nah. But then it happened. He perfect lips caught mine in a soft kiss. Once he released me he whipped away my tear. "It's ok." He smiled. I couldn't find my voice, so I just smiled. I was so happy, my first kiss.
"Oh, by the way..." He continued. "You never told me you got a tattoo. He pointed to my neck. I looked down confused. And there on my collarbone was an aqua symbol of a snowflake.
"What!" My eyes widened.
"What? It's cute." He laughed. It's wasn't a dream, I knew that for sure. My dream I had the night before had come true. The polar bear, all that stuff. It wasn't a dream. I lost my breath again, but soon found it as Brandon shook me.
"I like it, no need to be worried." he smiled. I forced a smiled back.
"Sorry, but I've got to go, my mom will probably be mad." He laughed as he got up from the bed.
"Ok, thanks, bye." I said.
"Bye!" He called from the door.
"We've got her!" Elliot exclaimed to Wesley. The girls had already gone home.
"That's great! Now all we need is her here." Wesley said with a smile.
"Leave it to me, I've already got the plane tickets. Tell the girls I've went to go bring her back.
"Ok, be safe." Wesley replied. Elliot nodded and left.
"Here I come Amme Rose Johnson." Elliot said with a small glint in his eyes, and a smile playing at the corners of his lips. He said it so low that Wesley couldn't possible hear it. He walked up the steps and out to his car.