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So, guys, I changed the story a little and in order to do that I had to delete and remake the story. So here you are.
POV=Alyzia
It was just a normal day.
Ha. As if any story could start that way and stay that way.
My name is Alyzia (uh-lee-zee-uh). And yeah, it was just a normal day in the eighth grade. I was with my friends, Gracie and Jane, with Larson trailing behind us. Like always. Gracie and Jane are my best friends, and that's probably because we are the outcasts of the school. None of us are super skinny, none of us are cheerleaders, but we certainly aren't fat and we certainly aren't geeks. I guess we are kinda in the middle. I skipped two grades, but I never tell anyone because I don't want to get made fun of, and I act mature enough.
Then there's Larson. He's this kid that everyone thinks is a total weirdo. Okay, so he's kinda a weirdo. But seriously, he's not so bad. The only issue is that I am pretty sure he has a huge crush on Gracie, so he follows us everywhere. In my opinion, he really needs to hurry up and ask her out. Even if she rejects him, maybe he'll finally give up.
Anyway, we were having a great time. It was the last day of school, so most teachers just let their kids wander around the school. Naturally, Gracie, Jane and I were wandering around, bored out of our minds, because none of us brought our backpacks. Finally we went out to the soccer field to observe the soccer game that some students had set up. It wasn't really much of a soccer game though...more like a see-how-many-bones-you-can-break-before-you-get-the-ball-in-the-goal game.
I turned to Jane. "Isn't this a little dangerous?" I asked.
"What, us sitting in the front row of the bleachers within punching distance of the players?" She asked nervously, her eyes darting around the feild.
"No, you meatball!" Said Gracie. It was kind of a term I had accidentally used as an insult and it just stuck. "She's talking about the players, not us."
"Right, right, right...oh, oh my." She said in a small voice.
"What?" I asked.
All she could do was point. I looked up and I saw it. Then I heard it.
"Are those...pigeons?" I asked, completely confused. In fact, the only people there that didn't look confused where Larson and Gracie.
"You could say that..." Said Gracie and Larson in unison.
For a moment I almost forgot about the pigeons. Gracie and Larson...agreeing?
A loud, metallic screech brought me back to reality. I looked around for the noise when I heard a multitude more. That was when I realized that it was coming from the birds. They were getting steadily closer.
Grace suddenly snapped into action. "Larson, get everyone out here below the bleachers. I'll go get my boombox."
I looked at her in bewilderment. "Why?" I asked. I couldn't imagine what Gracie needed her boombox for.
"Please Alyzia," She said. I could see urgency in her eyes. "You have to trust me."
The look in her eyes told me she was being serious. I turned around. "Alright everybody!" I shouted over the sound of the birds. "We're studying whatever that war was where they had duck and cover drills! Everyone duck and cover under the bleachers!"
Everyone groaned but reluctantly began to make their way under the bleachers. Then Larson and I let down the canvas coverings and had people sit on the edges to keep them shut. "Hang tight everyone!" I shouted over the birds which were now so loud I was afraid my ears would start bleeding. "They're trying to make it realistic this time."
Suddenly somebody started screaming. "KILLER PIGEON!"
I looked towards their pointing finger and almost screamed myself. There was a metal bird pecking its way into the bleachers, followed by another, and another, until there were so many birds pecking at the metal it sounded like it was hailing!
Finally a bird broke in. All the other birds cascaded through the hole like water through a dam. They immediately began pecking at people. Before I knew it everyone was covered in scratches. At first I just ran around, but then I saw something that kicked me into action.
A mass of birds was swarmed around a screaming lump over by a corner. I saw a flash of blonde hair and it hit me: it was Jane. Jane had a nervous disorder that caused her to freeze up when she got scared - and now that disorder was going to get her killed.
I ran to her side as fast as I could. Jane caught a glimpse of me and yelled out. "Help me!" she sobbed.
I felt a rush of anger, a rush of power. In a calm but loud voice, I shouted. "DO NOT HURT MY BEST FRIEND".
Suddenly all the birds near us popped into dust like little fireworks. Some small part of my brain wondered what the heck just happened, but I ignored it and ran to Jane. "Are you alright?" I asked. She looked at me. Her eyes seemed vacant, and when she spoke her voice was hollow and raspy.
"Down where only three have survived before
Three shall visit the dismal shore
At the bottom of the deepest trench we see
A fiery river secures a death and a victory
Like fire and ice
Like air and stone
Two coexist
One may not work alone
But only one shall return home
Only one alone
One goes on to finish what began
To end the terrible plan"
As soon as had finished she slumped into my arms. Confused and afraid, I rested her head in my lap and cried. One of my best friends was dead. The other had run off. And I was alone, with killer pigeons eating away at anybody that I ever did or didn't care about.
Suddenly I heard a screeching noise above all the rest. In my mind my imagination began to whirl, cooking up an image of a giant metal killer pigeon, when suddenly I realized that someone was playing heavy metal. The birds began to get confused, banging into each other. Before I knew it, they were gone, the screaming had stopped, and everything was unnaturally quiet. For a moment my spirits lifted: until I remembered; my best friend lay dead in my arms.
Before I could start bawling again, Gracie walked calmly out to the center of everyone. Everyone was scratched up and some people looked as if they were badly hurt. She held up a CD and said, apparently to herself, "Standard issue Stymphalian repellent heavy metal. Never leave home without it." Before I could scream at her to tell me what the heck was going on, she turned to Larson. "Larson, are you advanced enough to do a relatively complicated healing spell?" She asked him.
Spell?
Larson's face paled. "N-not for th-this many people..." he stuttered.
Gracie cursed under her breath. Then she closed her eyes, raised her hand, and snapped. It seemed to hang in the air, lingering much longer than any normal snap would.
Everyone's eyes glazed over, and then they just sat there as if they were in shock.
I was actually in shock. One of my best friends dead. The other one...I didn't even know. At this point, I just wanted it to end. I wanted Jane to sit up and yell "Gotcha!" And then she and Gracie and Larson would start cracking up. But somehow, I didn't figure that was going to happen.
"Gracie" I said in a hoarse whisper. That was all I could manage before I leaned over Jane and started crying.
She looked over at me, and, upon seeing Jane, her eyes also filled with tears and she rushed over.
I wanted to hate her. I wanted to blame Gracie. But I couldn't. I just cried.
"Alyzia" She said. I shook my head and continued to cry. "Alyzia!" She said, more urgent this time. I looked up. "Look!" She said.
Jane's eyes fluttered open. "Ooohhh," she groaned. "No more pigeons."
Gracie and I started laughing and crying. Jane sat up, and suddenly I remembered why I was so angry.
I turned to Gracie. "Now I want an explanation." I said.
She sighed. Then suddenly jumped to her feet. "We have to go!" She said, as if she had just remembered.
"Yeah, you idiot!" Sad Larson, who had suddenly appeared somehow. "They are waking up!"
"Wait a minute!" I said. "Go where?!"
"I'm so sorry Alyzia," she said, with her eyes full of sadness. "I'll explain later, I promise. Please, trust me."
"Like I trusted you last time?" I snapped. Gracie's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry," I said. "I just don't know what's going on."
"I understand," She said. "Come on, I'll take you somewhere safe."
"What about Jane?" I asked.
Larson looked at Gracie. "She's mortal," he said. He looked concerned.
Gracie grimaced. "We will deal with that problem when it comes," she said. Then she turned to me. "Lets go, quick!" Some of the students were starting to get up.
The car ride was long and uneventful, and every time i asked Gracie something she would just remain quiet. Jane just kind of kept quiet and observed everything, like she always does.
Finally Gracie answered one of my questions. "What about all those students we left behind?"
"They think that a minor bomb went off. They have no idea who any of us are." She answered vaguely. Then suddenly she announced "We're here,"
What I saw was probably the strangest thing I had ever seen in my life.
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