My name is Saralyn and this is the first story I've ever written, so I hope everyone who reads it , will like it. I'm not quite sure if I'll add onto this story or not, it depends on whether anyone likes it (: . --- If you think the first chapter is pretty bad, trust me , i know haha! But beleive me, my writing has gotten a bit better, and the story gets better as it goes!
This story is about a 17 year old girl who finds out she is apart of a long line of supernaturals. Amanda has to go on the journey of her life to find a secret prophecy to protect her family. Meanwhile their enemy is searching for the same thing. Will she get to it first? Or will she find out that some enemies aren't so bad after all.
Chapter One
I was beginning to believe in superstitions a lot more ever since I found out what I was. Apparently I am a descendent of the most powerful "person" of this world. You'll find out a lot more about that "person," after you hear my story. It all started exactly 1 year ago on my 17th birthday when my grandma came to visit.
1 year ago, October 31st , 2008
"Ughh ! , I have nothing to wear." I was staring at my reflection , noticing my perfectly shaped pale face , my eyes that were not blue yet not green , the way my body curved in all the right places , and that my hair , black as midnight threw all of my perfect features out of proportion, when my best friend walked in. She was medium height, with a heart shaped face and a body any girl would die for. Her eyes were a ocean blue and her hair was light blonde. She was wearing a cute pink dress that had a black belt around the waste. She sat down on my bed, and began putting her makeup on.
"Hey Amanda, still looking for something to wear?" She asked me while putting on her eye shadow.
I nodded sheepishly, and began rooting through my mess of a shirt drawer. "There has to be something in here good enough for my party tonight!"
Chloe then started pawing through her bag and pulled out the most gorgeous dress I had ever seen. It was pitch black that had an egg shell white coloured bow around the waste and looked like it ended just above the knees. I stared in disbelief. It was perfect!
"I picked it up last week, happy birthday Amanda!" She said smiling.
"You do realise you are the bestest best friend in the known universe right?" I asked, hugging her.
"Well of course I do," she grinned.
I grinned back. "Let me go put it on and then we can finally go to the mall," I said.
"Yay!" she squealed.
After I had my dress and makeup on, we went downstairs to find two huge suitcases at the front door. " Mom?" I asked into the kitchen.
"In here sweetie," she yelled back, " Grandma just arrived, come and say hello."
I smiled widely. Grandma was one of the best people I knew. She and I used to do everything together when I was little when my mom worked long hours because my dad had left us when I was only two. I walked into the kitchen with Chloe following behind me and saw my mom and grandma standing in front of me with huge smirks on their faces. " What's going on?" I asked my mom.
Instead Grandma answered me. " Oh nothing we have to worry about right this second, you'll find out soon enough!" She said in an excited voice. I studied my grandma carefully, she looked the exact same as she did the last time I saw her, timeless with hair the exact same as mine, pitch black even after 68 years, not one strand of grey. Her eyes were also the exact same as mine, except hers changed from blue to green and green to blue every so often, just like my mothers. She was wearing a modern blue shirt, with the locket she always wore of a silver cat. She and my mom both wore one. I asked her about it a few times, but every time she just said that I was too young to understand the significance of it, so I gave up.
"Okaaay?" I drew it out into a question. Chloe was fidgeting next to me and I knew she was itching to get to the mall to get all our decorations for my Halloween birthday party tonight.
"Well me and Chloe are going to the mall for a bit, can I take one of the cars?" I asked my mom. She was still standing there grinning.
"Sure honey, take the Mercedes." Yes, a Mercedes, our family isn't rich, but my mom is obsessed with cars, it's kind of weird, but I don't complain.
On the way to the mall, we were singing on the top of our lungs to the new CD I had just gotten, when I noticed my arm was tingling. I looked down to see a tattoo of a golden…glass? I screamed and smashed on the breaks. Thankfully no one was behind us.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Chloe screamed at me.
"I dont know! Look at my arm!" I said showing her the top of my wrist. She gasped.
"What is that? Did you get a tattoo?"
"No! No, of course not, it just appeared," I said, my voice shaking.
"Oh my gosh!"
"I know, I have to go home, sorry Chloe."
"Okay, I understand. Call me when you get home though okay?"
"Okay," I said shakily, " But can you drive me home?"
"Of course."
She got into the drivers seat, and as she sat down, her eyes started getting really big , and she was staring at me like I just took my eye out or something.
"What Chloe, what's wrong?" I asked her, kind of panicked now.
"Ur..Ur.. Eyes. Ur…Ur.. Face." She said hardly pronouncing the words.
"What are you talking about?" I asked her really panicked now. I looked into the rear view mirror and almost fainted. My eyes had turned bright crimson red, and my whole face was glowing.
"Oh my goodness, what's happening to me?" I screamed at her. Chloe just stared at me, she looked like she'd just seen a monster. I have to get home I thought to myself. I have to get home.
"Chloe please you have to take me home now. Something's wrong with me." Chloe snapped out of her trance, turned around, and started driving back to my house.
The whole 15 minutes back to my house seemed like it was hours. I was terrified. I had no idea what was wrong with me. When Chloe pulled up to my house , I said goodbye to her and ran into my house. "Mom? Grandma?" I yelled. My mom ran around the corner, obviously hearing the fear in my voice. Then Grandma came following her. They both stopped dead at the door , and were smiling at me. I wanted to yell at them, couldn't they see what was happening to me? Did it go away? I didn't think so because my face still felt hot, and my eyes were burning.
"Mom, why are you smiling at me?" I asked, tears streaming down my face now.
"Because," my mom answered, " today's the day!"
"Today's the day for what?" I screamed so loud my ears were hurting. I couldn't stand this anymore, I was in pain and my mom was playing games with me.
Grandma stepped in. " Why don't you come sit at the table, and I will explain everything."
I followed slowly, trying to understand what in the world would explain what's happening to my right now.
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