Well, I'm back in the Yu-gi-oh franchise. Only this time, I'm in the original.

Sakura: Wolf doesn't own anything related to YGO, she just owns her OC's.

Hope you like it, I'm gonna try to do this one in first person. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Neighborhood

The josling in the back of the van woke me up. I must have fallen asleep at some point. I was sitting in the back of a moving van with the furniture my mom hadn't already taken over to the new house.

"Hey, Lola." I turned to the voice and saw my foster sister looking at me.

Her name's Kathleen Patterson. She has waist-length dark honey blond hair in twintails with choppy bangs that fall into her large innocent baby blue eyes, which are hidden by rectangular glasses, and naturally tan skin. She's a little shorter than me, at 5'2", and has a sleek build like I do. It comes from having lived in the mountains most of our lives.

You couldn't see them under her clothes, but she had a few scars on her arms and legs. The reminders of a lousy hand she had been given in life.

Speaking of clothes, she was wearing a red tunic with black leggings under it. Also with the outfit are black cowboy boots and a dark reddish brown aviator's jacket. It was all she had left of her father.

She also has a pair of red ball shaped studs in her ears. She doesn't wear any make-up, refuses to. If you try to put some on her, you will regret. However, she's good at applying it to others, she does mine almost every morning.

"Hey, Kathy." I yawned, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "How long?"

"About an hour. You actually slept through the worst of it."

I nodded. We sat in silence for a while after that. Then, Kathy spoke up again. "What do you think the new place is going to be like?"

I shrugged, not really sure. We were moving from a small town in the mountains to a suburb in a big city. Personally, I thought not much was going to change. Another school, another place for weird things to happen, another school full of kids calling me a witch.

As we were sitting there, we felt the truck slow and then come to a stop. Then, the back door slid open and light came pouring in. I flinched, I had never been a fan of bright sunlight, which didn't help the rumors about me.

"We're here, girls!" came my father's voice from outside.

After my eyes adjusted, I followed Kathy out of the truck. I took a good look at our new neighborhood. It looked more like an inner city neighborhood instead of a suburb. This was much different from the open spaces of a small town.

"I didn't think we were actually going to be living in the city…" Kathy said, looking slightly disgusted.

Most of Kathy's lousy first years were spent in a big city. This was probably bringing up some bad memories.

"Well, girls, what do you think?" We turned to see my mom walking up to us.

Her hair was long and blond, like mine only longer, which was lighter than Kathy's. However, that's about all I get from my mom. Her skin is paler than mine and her eyes are a bright aqua green.

She was dressed pretty casually right now. She had a pair of ripped jean shorts, a somewhat baggy gray t-shirt, and black hiking boots. This was different from the black pants suits she would usually wear, since she tried to look like a professional business woman.

Speaking of which, that's what my mom is. She owns her own business, a bookstore called Winds of Adventure. It's small, but it sells all kinds of books. Though in my opinion, if you did a catalog of how many books we carry, we have more books of the adventure genre than most others.

"I was picturing little white houses with matching picket fences." I shrugged.

My mom laughed, she knew my dry sense of humor. "Well, come on girls, time to go set up your new rooms."

We walked around the van, trying to avoid getting in the way of the moving men helping them. The shop was small, yet quaint. Like the old one. It was also a part of our new home. The shop was in the front while the living room and kitchen areas were in the back. The bedrooms were upstairs.

The inside of the shop was still covered in open and unopened boxes. It was a mess, but at least it was a work in progress.

We headed up some stairs to our left and found the rooms. Ours was on the far end to the left. There were two other doors, which probably led to our parents' room and the bathroom.

Our room was pretty much cut right down the middle. My sister's half was neat and green and my half was also neat but dark violet. There were two large bookcases that were crammed with our books. We both read the same things, except Kathy reads more books on art than I do.

Kathy also has a sand collection. I'll explain. Kathy likes to collect sand from the places we've been. She has samples in cylinder containers on our desk and window sill, which was a two seater between our beds. The minute she gets the chance, she's going to go the beach around here and get a sample.

She also makes sand art. She's actually entered a few competitions and won a few prizes, which were on display on our bookshelves next to my dueling trophies. She keeps her sculpting equipment stored under her bed, I do the same with my mountain climbing equipment. She also has a box under her bed where she keeps her video games.

Also on the desk was a big stereo. Next to the desk on the floor was one of those CD racks, actually two of them. We both love music, though I think I'm more willing to listen to heavier stuff than Kathy is.

Finally, the ceiling in painted dark blue and there were glow-in-the-dark stars arranged in different constellations. We both liked looking at the night sky together. Being in the city now, this might be the closest we get.

The room, for the most part, was already set up, thanks to our parents. I think the only things that still needed to be unpacked were clothes and other things of that nature.

"Well, it's colorful." I said, though I did like it. I didn't get to share a room with Kathy back at our old home so I was a little worried about that.

"We should probably go get our other stuff." Kathy suggested, already heading back the way we came.

I followed her shortly after. The rest of the afternoon went by efficiently, moving boxes and unpacking. By the time evening fell, Kathy and I had gotten our boxes to our room and were testing out our new beds.

"Man, you really don't know how much stuff you have until you have to move." Kathy said between pants.

I nodded, trying to fight the urge to fall asleep. I actually almost did when I heard our dad come into the room.

Everything I didn't get from my mom, I got from my dad. He has blue eyes and creamy skin, like I do. He also has short blond hair, but his is darker than mine, but not as dark as Kathy's. He's also tall and muscular. His profession is a firefighter, so right now he was wearing his off duty uniform. He must have just got back from a shift.

"Hey, girls." He smiled.

"Hey, dad," I waved weakly. "Forgive me if I don't come running with a hug."

He laughed, and came over to pat me on the head. Kathy actually had the strength to sit up and hug him.

"So, what do you think of the new place?"

"Too many stairs." I replied.

"Well, I hate to make you get up but we have visitors. Our neighbor came over to meet us." With that, our dad left the room.

Kathy got up with a groan. "Come on, let's go greet the neighbors."

I nodded, though I took my time getting up. As I walked out of the room, I glanced at a full length mirror attached to the wall. I eyes went down to the choker I wore around my neck and the stone that was attached to it.

It was a dark oval shaped gem with a gold eye in the center. The strange thing was that the eye seemed to somehow be inside the gem. The gem was completely smooth when you ran your finger over it.

I've had this stone for seven years, it was a gift from my dad. However, strange things seemed to start happening when I wore it. Granted, weird things happened before that, but after I could actually remember these things.

If I was in a situation that frightened me or if the intentions of others weren't good, the shadows would seem to move on their own and attack. Once when I was eight, I was attacked on the way home from school by some thugs. I blacked out and when I came to my attackers were unconscious and moaning in pain.

That was just one of the incidents, and these incidents gave me a reputation as a witch. My powers scared them, and they didn't understand that it scared me, too. Maybe this place is a new start, but then again I'm not an optimist.

I headed downstairs and almost stopped dead in my tracks. The eye on my gem was staring back at me. From the pendant of another kid standing in our shop.

And by the look on his face, he had same shock that I did.

And that ends chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it after coming down with a 24 hour stomach virus.

Caden: There are still two things of ginger ale in the fridge.

Things will be getting interesting soon, so read, review, and stay tuned.