Hey, this story will be written by Maggie only. Enjoy!


CHAPTER 1
SCARLETT'S POV

Spiders. Always spiders. Urg! Why, oh why, do spiders haunt me?, thought Scarlett, as the huge beast closed in on her.
"AHHHHH!" screamed Scarlett, just as she woke up and realized it was her two best friends tickling her arm, so that it felt like tiny spiders. Then, in a sarcastic voice, while roiling her eyes, she said, "Ha-ha, you guys. Very funny!"
"Well, we got up early and decided you needed to get up too!" explained Dalton. Dalton had just turned 13 last week and had been Scarlett's best friend since she had fled from her home, to "search" for her cat named Milo. Dalton had chocolate colored hair and purple eyes. Scarlett thought it worked for him, but Dalton hated his purple eyes.
"Yeah, we SO got you! You should have seen the look on your face!" Jamie said, giggling in-between words. Jamie is 11 and was also a runaway. She had black curls and blue-green eyes. Not blue-ish - greenish eyes, but her right eye was light blue and her left eye was dark green. She personality is quite... cat-like. And Jamie was also very funny, Scarlett even thinks that she is "weirdly hilarious".
"Thank you for the nightmares, but we should probably get moving. Where's Milo?" questioned Scarlett, trying not to giggle when Jamie started flat-out laughing.
"Milo's somewhere around here..." Dalton started saying but was cut off by Jamie's meow.
"Rrrrrrarrrrerrrr" meowed Milo in reply.
Jamie really has a way with cats, thought Scarlett, either that or Milo thinks she's a real cat.
"Come here little kitty!", squeaked Jamie. "Here little Milo, you baby kitten!"
The weirdest thing happened next. Milo ran into the room, knocking Jamie onto her back (she was sitting cross-legged before) and started licking her face, which made Jamie laugh even harder. Then, out of nowhere, there was a knock at the door. Jamie stopped laughing, Dalton stood up so fast that the chair he was sitting in flipped over and crashed with a bang, and Scarlett jumped from the ground -where she had been sleeping the night before- and into her "attack stance" while she pulled out her legendary... (drum roll, please)... Mirror and flashlight! The mirror had a scarlet flower design and words engraved in the handle, the flashlight was matching so she figured they went together, when she found them in her dad's locked desk in the attic, when she was seven. The flashlight had a switch too. It seemed that never once had it run out of battery. Until now.
Scarlett flicked the switch on and off, on and off, and on and off, before the door fully opened.
"You!", Scarlett yelled loudly, when she recognized the figure. "How did you find us?"