Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
I do not own Disney. Although I wish I did.
I do not own Sweeney Todd.
The soft spring breeze blew my black locks in my face, I brushed them away with a sweep of my pale hand, nearby birds chirped their little tune. I resumed concentrating on the desired target.
It laid right there in front of my blue eyes. I drew my right arm back, my grip tightening on the wooden bow. I let the arrow go, suddenly time stood still as the wooden arrow glided through the air. It's metal head cut through the spring air with limitless effort.
The sound of metal hitting wood wracked through the air, I brought my head up to look at the target. The arrow stuck out from the red circle on the target. my thin lips formed a huge toothy smile on my face. my eyes gleamed.
"Good work Johnson!" My coach said walking over to me with her clipboard. She clapped me on my back with one of her tanned hands. I looked up at the tall brunette, my smile grew wider.
"Thanks coach!" I gleamed, picking up my quiver of arrows and hoisting them over my back.
"You've definitely made the team, we need someone like you with that precision. Bulls-eye on your first try haven't seen that done since... Well since me." My coach laughed.
"Have your parent or guardian sign this." She said handing me a slip of white paper. "Practice is every Tuesday and Thursday after school. Welcome to the team kid. Remember keep your grades above a C or you're off the team, I know it's hard with dyslexia but you got to try."
"Thanks coach and I will try my best!" I smiled holding the tiny slip of paper in my hands.
I ran over to the bleachers picking up my bow on the way, struggling to carry the bow, quiver and my back pack. I finally managed to find a balance and began to walk home.
My house wasn't too far from the training facility I was just at just a few blocks away. I opened the metal gate that surrounded the shooting range and walked into the bright light of the early afternoon. The sunlight blinded me for a bit as my eyes tried adjusting to it.
The training facility. It's the one thing I loved about living in Kingston not only was it in Canada which is one of the nicest countries to live in, but I could walk to the training facility every day.
The wind resumed to blow my crazy mess of hair around. I huffed in frustration, my hair is a tangled mess of curls that was hard to manage yet somehow still looked somewhat presentable after hours of trying to tame it.
My running shoe clad feet hit the side-walk as a walked along the path. It was a beautiful afternoon with not a cloud in the sky, the sun shone high. Kids played in their front yards laughing and running around.
I wish I was still that care-free I laughed.
I turned the corner that lead to my neighbour hood when I suddenly felt an eerie feeling that someone was watching me. The wind picked up again and blew my loose purple top. I picked up my pace a bit a little freaked out from the feeling. Once I reached my house I walked up the steps of the two-story red bricked home.
"Hey mom!" I greeted as I opened the ceramic door. She was sitting at the mahogany kitchen table looking at what appeared to be files. Her glasses rested at the bridge of her nose and her black curly locks fell in her face.
"Oh hi dear!" She smiled back when she noticed me. I shut the door setting my bow and quiver down beside the door and walking over to her.
I dropped my bag off and walked over to my mother and slammed the tiny white paper on the table smiling at my mother. She looked at the paper then at me raising her eyebrow. Unable to contain my excitement anymore I burst out in happy glee.
"I made the team! I made the team! I made the team!" I sang purposely off-key while happy dancing.
My mom laughed at my singing and dancing figure. "I can't believe they let someone who has that voice be the lead in 'Sweeney Todd'." My mom winked at me.
"My voice is beautiful thank you very much!" I said pretending to look upset, but couldn't help but laugh.
"Congrats on making the team though sweetie." She said getting off her chair and standing up to hug me. When she let go she stared me right in the eye even though she was slightly taller than me. "Your father would've been proud!"
"Father? I have no father, only a step-father. He is the only real father I have, the other one was an asshole! He wasn't a father nor will he ever be." I yelled, I looked at my mom as her eyes started to water. Instantly I regretted saying what I did.
"I'm sorry mom... I just.. I am just sad and wished he would've been a real father.." I apologized.
"It's okay honey, I understand but he does love you.'' She sniffed sitting back in her seat. The room was silent for a while. I just stood there awkwardly, my mother resumed flipping through her files.
"Hey mom I was wondering if uh .. Jake could come over? Since it's Friday and all?" I asked.
"Yeah sure, he's a good kid." She smiled weakly I could tell she was still hurt.
"Thanks mom, ag-again I'm sorry.." I drifted off as I walked up the stairs to my room.
After climbing the flight of stairs and walking down the small hallway I finally reached my room. I dove on top of my purple duvet grabbing the phone off the dark washed nightstand in the process. I started to dial Jake's number as I started staring around my room, the large bay window to the left of me illuminated the grey room.
Disney posters were strewn over the wall. In one of the corners my keyboard and harp had taken residence and my silver guitar mounted above them. A voice on the other line of the phone snapped me out of my daze.
"Hello?" The deep voice asked.
"Hey Jakey what's my best friend up to tonight?" I asked him.
"Don't call me that! Well nothing much maybe some homework, maybe do some chores-"
"Or you could come over here and we can have a Disney marathon!" I suggested knowing he loved Disney just as much as I.
"Yeah that sounds way better! Be there in say ten?" He asked me.
"Sure see you in ten Jakey!" I teased.
"Don't call me that! See you soon Stef." He laughed.
I hung up the phone and put it back on it's stand and jumped off my bed. I decided to get out of my training clothes, I walked over to my closet and opened it up gawking at the mess it was. I scanned over the racks of clothes looking for something else to wear.
I muttered to myself while my eyes scanned the hangers until I finally pulled a hanger off the metal bar. I stared at the dress it was one of my cosplaying dresses which I enjoyed wearing even when I'm not cosplaying.
It was a deep purple dress with a lighter purple petite-coat and corset. I realized it was my Rapunzel dress from Tangled. I cosplayed her awhile ago at one of the conventions that passed through Kingston.
I smiled at the dress as I pulled off the hanger.
Might as well dress up as a Disney character for a Disney marathon I laughed to myself.
I peeled off my training clothes and tossed them into the hamper beside my closet. I slid into the dress examining myself in it in my full length mirror. I tried taming my hair a bit. I tried brushing my hair, but gave up after I got a the brush stuck in my mane.
A sudden ring of the door bell startled me out of my thoughts. The door bell kept ringing repeatedly as if it was urgent. I ran out of my room lifting up the skirt of my dress as I ran down the steps. The sudden sound of the door slamming shut with force made me stumble as I came down the stairs.
Panicked voices filled my ears as I picked myself off the landing of the stairs and kept running to the sound of the voices. My feet slapping the hardwood floor trying to find the voice. My ears soon picked up the calming voice of my mother and hushed whispers. I ran through the living room until I came to the front foyer were I saw Jake wearing his black snap back and paced back and forth on his crutches.
Jake's head snapped up as he noticed me in the room, my mom was still trying to calm him down.
He walked over to me. "Go upstairs and pack a bag now! Pack clothes, tooth-brush whatever you'll need!" He yelled.
"Whatever I need for what?" I asked confused.
"Just go!" He yelled at me, I stood there dumbfounded. "Now!" He screamed.
I jumped at the tone of his voice, and ran back to the stairs stumbling as I went. I reached my room and grabbed one of the many back packs I owned. I stumbled around my room shoving clothes and such into the purple bag. I was about to run out of my room when I saw a golden necklace lying on my bed.
I had never seen it before, I walked over to it a gingerly picked it up the gold chain glistened in the rays of sun that filled my room. The pendant was beautiful it was a turquoise stone with a golden edge around it almost looking like a tiny sun.
How did this get here? I wondered, I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts as Jake's voice pierced through the air.
"Stefani we need to go now!" He screamed.
I quickly put the necklace on threw my backpack on my back and ran back down the stairs. I wasn't looking where I was going and I ran into Jake. My bag flew off my back as I fell on top of him his hat flew off leaving behind some bad hat hair.
"Oh geeze Jake I am so sorry" I apologized looking into his brown eyes.
I got off of him grabbed my backpack and threw it over my shoulder again. I saw his crutches had also been knocked accross the floor. I walked over and grabbed his crutches putting them under my left arm. I offered to help him up with my other hand. That's when I noticed the horns.. Sitting there atop of his messy black hair were a pair of horns.
I could feel myself already go pale as I stood there frozen in horror.
"No point in these then!" He exclaimed kicking off his legs.. Revealing furry goat legs instead.
"Horns.. And the legs and the huh? Am I dreaming and horns? Monster-" Jake cut me off by jumping up from his spot grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the front door. He let go of my hand and picked up my bow and quiver.
"Here!" He yelled tossing them to me, I stumbled to catch them as I was still frozen in horror. "You'll need these."
I saw my mom sitting at the table with a worried face.
"Mom what's going on-"
"Just trust Jake and go!" She yelled.
"Will you be safe?" I asked now worried.
"Yes I will. I love you!" She smiled.
"I love you too!" I said slipping on some black ballet flats, as Jake grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door.
