"…OPEN SESAME!"

Chloe~

-Dream-

The protagonist crept warily out of her bed, she had heard a noise in her house, and knew it wasn't just one of those random floor creaks that kept her awake at night when she was a kid, or just a random animal sound in the midst of the night.

But something, no, someone, was inside of her house, and she didn't need to be told twice to get the hell out of there.

She had grabbed her keys, wallet, and phone and slipped on her bunny slippers. She carefully crept out of her bedroom and down the hall, the moonlight coming from the windows made it easier to see.

But where was the burglar?

Never mind that.

She needed a plan.

'Okay', she thought, 'so maybe once I go in my car, I'll drive away, and call 911. Then maybe I will call my mom and see if I can spend the night. If not I will call Marie, if not, I'm calling a hotel.'

There.

Despite her beating heart, she forced herself to remain calm, she would get in her car, and she will get away.

Most importantly, she will survive.

Breathe.

She could see her sliding screen door from here, and once she reached it, she grabbed the handle and pulled it open carefully, and did the same thing to the screen door.

Breathe.

Once she was outside, she ran like hell trying to have quiet feet, and unlocked her car door.

Breathe.

She started the car and looked into the front mirror to back up so she didn't hit anything,

But when she looked, instead of seeing the road, she saw another person in her car.

She turned around slowly.

Breathe.

All she saw was green eyes before the figure lifted up his hand and-

"Wake up, Wakey-Wakey, BITCH I SAID GET UP!" my alarm clock yelled.

I sat right up while my heart pounded heavily.

Breathe. In. Out.

While calming myself down I turn off my vulgar alarm, I was trying to find comfort in the room which I had spent most of night packing things away except for what I needed in the morning. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had cheated myself; I really wanted to know what was going to happen.

Maybe what was on the other side of the wall is better remained as a mystery.

Yeah, yeah no need to try to thinking about that now when I had to prepare for the first day of senior year,

At a new boarding school,

Oh, and not just any school; a school for teens… with "powers."

Yes! Who needs a new car for Christmas when you can contact the dead!

Life- 0 Chloe- 1

I got up and I try to start to make myself feel more confident, I had powers! I can fit in! I'm a blonde after all. And we all know how the saying goes, blondes have more-

"OUCH!" I cried.

I had tripped over a box. That had a t-shirt poking out of a box that had the word, "FAIL." on it.

"Blondes have more blonde moments." I mumble.

I go over to my bathroom (without any more falling) to get out all of my eye boogies.

Speaking of boogie, I turn on my radio.

All hands on deck

All in the front, all in the back

Just like that, like that…

(Tinashe- All hands on deck)

I begin to move my body in a way I would call dancing, but if people saw me, they would call it a seizure.

Bad idea #3442: Never turn on the radio and dance when you're in a tight space with water.

Caution: You will trip and fall.

Like me…

Again.

Anyway, I get up and wash my face. I think about all the expensive makeup Aunt Lauren bought for me, packed away in box for my new boarding school called "Lyle Academy." I know what she expects, that I'm going to one day grab that makeup with an iron fist and automatically know the difference between eyeliner and mascara like as if it is one of the side effects from puberty, like as if its basic math like knowing what two plus two is. (3.14 obviously.) Mascara plus blush equals concealer. Sadly, I don't even know what concealer is. So I just grab some lip gloss and work on my hair.

I look at my hair and see it has become a more golden blonde than its reddish color. I liked it this way. It made my red highlights stand out more. Plus, it made my blue eyes sparkle, or maybe because it was morning and my eyes were still glassy. It was my mom's hair color. It had her volume, it had her length. Except hers was straight and mine was naturally wavy. Overall, my hair looked pretty, just like my mom.

Chloe- 1 Bad Hair Day- 0

I really looked in the mirror and studied my complexion. My hair was growing out and was around the bottom of my chest. The most compliments I get is on my big, baby blue eyes in which I sometimes thought were way too big for my heart shaped face, but whatever. My freckles stared boldly at me white it skittered across my cheeks and ideal nose and close to my pouty lips. I stared at my body. My body was growing into a woman's. My chest was noticeable bigger and my hips formed more curves than I would admit.

Bleh.

I didn't show off my body, because you know, I am the daughter of God.

My dog came trotting into the bathroom, like as if he heard my B.S and was ready to reprimand me.

"Listen partner," I say in a really bad southern accent. "This bathroom isn't big enough for the two of us." I lifted up hand gun and pointed it at him.

He just gave me a really confused look.

"No I'm serious you're a pit bull and I'm a 5'3 minion child."

He gave me a look that said "Gurl, stahp wit all dat lyin."

"Okay, so maybe I'm 5'2 and a half, but technically .5 rounds up to a whole so there." He still wasn't buying it.

"Either way, one of us is going to fall in the toilet."

His ears perked up to the word toilet. I decided that the best thing to do was to try to jump over him.

Wrong.

I get a starting leap and my dog just side steps me and heads towards the toilet.

While of course I end up slipping on the floor… Again.

Floor-3 Chloe- a big fat 0.

I brush myself off and go pour Corgi water and food. Yes I know he is a Pit Bull, yes I know I forgot to buy more poptarts, yes I know that I have to get a move on if I want to get to school on time.

Jeez, stop yelling at me.

I go and start to get dressed in some tight high-wasted light jeans. And a spaghetti strapped white shirt that had a line design going on across my chest and down the middle of my shirt, it had that bralette look to it. I paired it off with some high heeled black sneakers which made me feel taller, but in reality only gave me like a half inch.

Ha! Now I was 5'3!

I look myself in the mirror and I think I look perfectly fine, especially with my mom's bright pink necklace standing bright. The only piece of jewelry I needed. I packed the rest of the stray pieces and I was all ready to go and I piled it into my car while simultaneously eating my strawberry poptart. Everything was all set to go and I still had about an hour and 30 minutes to get there. My aunt is supposed to meet me at the office and all I had to do was drive there.

Before I go, I look myself in the mirror. I was happy I got to bring my dog with me, since most kids did bring pets. Corgi was one of the closest things to my mom, and I loved him more than strawberry poptarts.

Which is saying something.

I hop in my car with Corgi in the front. Illegal or not, he already called shotgun.

Hard to believe I was seventeen and I could drive. Maybe not fully legally (or well), but I could do it.

I drove away from my big house with the word "goodbye" still lingering on my lips.

"Mom."

I get there in about 45 minutes because of light traffic and when I pull up to the gate, I let out a gasp.

It was so big, beautiful, and wayyyyy out of my league.

Through the gate, I could see that there was a big, brick building with a Victorian look to it with big glass windows, and an amazing garden, with big, healthy trees and plants. I could imagine reading out here. Not to mention this is just the front yard! I couldn't wait to explore with Corgi and get to discover more about ourselves.

Home.

A voice whispers in my head

I hadn't felt home since, my mom died.

I let that memory fade while I go through the gates and park my car where the "gateman" directed me to. A man starts to put my stuff on to many carts to lead to my dorm and hands me a key.

"Thank you!" I excitedly say to him.

"All part of the job, from here you will go through those front doors and go to the main office, make a left and then a right… and blah blah blah blah…"

I keep hearing him talk but all I could do was stare at the building! It was amazing and beautiful, but I could tell it held power and mystery, most importantly, it held its ground. Overpowering. Electrifying. Ama-

"And then there's the office. Have a nice day and enjoy your stay!"

And then he left with my stuff.

I shrug it off and I begin to walk Corgi with me towards the door. I could see a few people staring at me and I smile at them. I wanted to appear friendly, but I guess it's hard to do when you have a pit bull, even though it's only about 3 months old.

I walk through the doors, and try to remember the directions the man told me.

Left, right, sideways, poptarts.

With all my hard thinking, I still walk around aimlessly which seems forever but I check my IPhone and see it has only been about ten, eight, five minutes.

You would think Corgi over here would pull some Scooby doo type stuff and sniff out the office. But heck, I wouldn't know because I just so happened to leave my "Scooby snacks" with the cart guy.

What a rip off.

I was about to ask Corgi if he had read the handbook on "What to do with that nose," when I bump into someone.

"S-s-sorry. I d-d-didn't see y-you there!" I stutter. I stuttered when I got nervous, excited, scared. It used to be much worse. But apparently this is what the speech teacher calls "improvement."

"Don't sweat it, I'm Simon."

Simon.

I begin to giggle a little while he looks at me funny.

"I-I'm sorry b-but," I take a deep breath, calm down stutter butt. "I was just thinking about 'Alvin and the Chipmunks' guy named 'Simon' and how dorky and cute he was."

Did I really just say that?

Simon smiled; wow… he had a really beautiful smile.

Yup, I did.

"So you think I'm cute? And dorky?" he asks.

"Depends, if I think you're cute does that mean you can show me where the office is?"

"Say it like you really mean it," he jokes sternly.

"Simon, thou thinks thy shall thou be cute thy dorky."

"Deal." He says.

We head toward the office, and we continue talking.

"So, what's your name?"

"Chloe," I respond.

I continue to follow him and he begins talking about where the office is while I half pay attention but studying him.

He was definitely a talker.

He was tall, and built with obvious muscle, but not like a guy who works out every single day of his life like as if he depended on it. He had Asian features like his kind, brown eyes that crinkled when he smiled. His hair was naturally blonde with spikes and he was breathtakingly gorgeous.

"Thanks for checking me out while I so graciously try to help you in a time in need."

"I heard every single word you said."

"Oh, yeah? What did I say to do after you take a left from the bathroom?

Bathroom? We passed a bathroom?

I guess the look on my face gave it away, because he raised an eyebrow.

Just then I see the office. I'm pretty sure Hallelujah played in my head.

Simon was still waiting for an answer.

"Well what do ya know? The office. Thanks, bye!"

I drag along corgi, and I give Simon a small wave, and me not seeing Corgi's leash, I trip in fall right in front of him.

As I fall, I see my life flash in front of my eyes. I never got to kiss a boy, hold hands, eat a s'mores poptart, or go to a Beyoncé concert!

Soon, my butt hits the floor hard, and I'm left with everything still intact.

Except my dignity.

Floor- 4 Chloe- 0. And we have a winner!

While Simon laughs his head off, I die of embarrassment and begin to think of what should go on my gravestone.

"In loving memory of Chloe Saunders, who died of embarrassment. 1998-2015. Nice job, klutz."

"I'll catch you later, Chloe." Simon laughs. "No pun intended."

"Oh I bet. Too bad you couldn't catch me now." I retort.

Simon laughs some more and begins to walk off.

I dust myself off and look at Corgi, who was standing there looking at me with his big puppy dog eyes as to say "Sorry."

"Mannnnn, you are sooo lucky you're cute."

I walk into the office and see Aunt Lauren already there and had already started on my paperwork.

"Chloe! How are you, Hun?" Aunt Lauren says with love clearly showing in her eyes.

I trip in front of a really cute boy, I call him dorky, oh, and he caught me checking him out. But besides that I'm chill.

I decided I didn't want to answer that question.

Even though my Aunt could be just a little bit over protective, (okay, a lot over protective) I couldn't help smiling and having my heart swell.

She had taken care of me since my mother died the beginning of…

"I got most of the paperwork done and you just got to read it over and add your signature to some things, read some handbooks all that stuff." My aunt fills me in.

"Alright, where do I begin?"

"Over here, dear," A new voice calls. "Hi, I'm Ms. Enright, and you must be Chloe?"

"Yup, that's me." Immediately "That's So Raven's theme song begins playing in my head.

If you could gaze into the future,

You might think life would be a breeze (life is a breeze.)

Funny, mine is more like

If you could gaze into dead people,

You might think life would be easy (You were soo wrong)

Just doesn't have the same ring to it, I guess.

"Here you go Chloe," she hands me a packet. "Inside, there are papers for you to read, a few papers, the handbook and guide is in there, a few extra toiletries, and your room key and number, along with instructions on how to get there, and your stuff should be in your room."

"Thank you!"

Ms. Enright smiled. I decided I wasn't quite fond of it.

"Everything to make your stay, enjoyable, dear" she made 'enjoyable' sound like, 'living with Uncle Barbara after a night of sleeping on thorns.'

Maybe it was all in my head,

But still…

"Chloe?" my aunt called, "Are you working on your packet?"

Packet. School. Dead people. Right.

"Yeah, coming." I look back to her, her face had worry lines, but soon smooth over.

Man, when I am forty something years old, I sure wish I have her genes.

Aunt Lauren and I talk while I finish signing things about how 'I'm positive about joining.'

Duh.

'No allergies.'

Ha, nope, except falling on floors.

'Sure you have powers.'

Why else would I be here?

Soon, time flies by and it's time for Aunty and I to part ways. Tears come to my eyes and I'm glad I have no idea how to work eye make-up. Or else I would look like a raccoon.

I don't even pretend to hide my tears. And neither does she.

"Bye aunt, I promise to call every day."

"Let's not get too carried away dear," she jokes.

"I love you, Aunty."

"I love you too, Chlobear," she uses my childhood nickname, and I burst into sniffling snobs.

She hands me a tissues and wipes the tears off my face, like she always does when I get a big slobbery mess.

"I'll call you soon Chloe, and remember to be yourself, and I'm always here, just a quick hour away."

With that, she left.

Just me, corgi, and a packet full of toiletries.

"Here goes nothing," I mumble.

Surprisingly, I get to my dorm pretty quickly.

I think about what I would say to my dorm buddy.

Hello, my name is Chloe Saunders, I am new here, and my hobbies include, corgi, poptarts, and talking to dead people, how about you?

Perfect.

When I open the door, I walk through a short hallway that turns and leads to our room. Another gasp escapes me of how beautiful the room was.

Straight ahead there was a humongous glass screen door that lead out to a porch that over looked the school gardens, and beyond that, it showed the buildings of New York City. To my left there was a space that took up half of the room, and was a mini step up from the right side of the room. Each side mimicked each other. They both had queen sized beds, two big dressers, a walk in closet, and space for you to add your own stuff, which was good because I had a lot thanks to Aunt Lauren also bringing in some of my things.

To the left side of me, I could see an opening where a door should be, and there was a mini kitchen, with a refrigerator, microwave, cabinets, and a mini stove. To the right side, there was a bathroom. Sweet!

I see all my stuff there on top of a lot of yellow carts. I had a lot of things because my dad was wealthy from his company he started and gave me money to splurge on (Even though I had a lot of stuff already) and from my monthly allowance.) Kids always tried to befriend me because I was wealthy, but I didn't care about wealth, and once they saw that, they left me alone.

The carts reminded me of Esteban, because he worked for the Tipton hotel and had a yellow cart to help bring stuff up.

I'm such a geek.

I pick the side where the kitchen was closest too, which was on the side where the step was located and I had one heck of an experience trying to get my carts up there.

Corgi was sitting on top of the bed licking himself.

"What a great pet you are." I say sarcastically.

Might as well get started.

I roll up my sleeves, crack my knuckles, and if I had some shades, I would put them on.

"Leggo."

Once I'm done, I'm tired out and I see it's only about 2 o'clock.

I groan.

I get up and admire my work. It was a beauty!

The queen size bed was decorated with my pink frilly covers with was super comfy. It had my tons of pillows and stuffed animals. On the ceiling, I nailed in those things that were see through and was like a curtain on top of your bed. It was sparkly and pink to match my covers. In the dresser to the left there were my basic clothes like underwear, jeans, tank tops, and t shirts. On top of it was my packet, and my little jewelry box that opened up and had my non expensive jewelry in it (I wasn't stupid to leave me expensive jewelry in the open,) it was safely tucked and hidden away in a book.). Speaking of books, my bookshelf was right next to my headboard, and had my favorite books I loved and ones I bought recently. It had a bottom shelf for more room for books I needed for this school year. I loved to read, and I couldn't wait to get started.

On the right side, I had my mini fridge (which was stuffed with my favorite snacks.) also right next to my headboard, and there was my walk in closet, which was filled to the brim with shoes, clothes, and all that. The closet door was decorated with photos and stickers, which I thought was adorbs. My dresser had a mirror and inside my dresser were fun things from my house, like my dogs food, things when I was younger, electronics, all that good stuff.

Add in some rugs lamps, other mundane things, and boom! My side of the room.

In the middle, I added in two mini couches facing the flat screen T.V which I brought in, along with a few mini tables and lamps and more rugs.

I decorated the porch with plants and cute little chairs.

I was hoping my roommate wouldn't mind that I brought so much stuff, but hey, I brought in flat screen T.V, games, and couches, filled the kitchen with food and the bathroom with soaps.

They'll be ok.

My side of the room had a lot of blue and pinks and I thought it look so adorable and terribly like a kid's room, but it reminded me of home, and I loved it.

Corgi was happily asleep in his bed, and I thought how adorably cute he was, you know, when he wasn't all up on me and slobbery.

I look and see I have one more box to put away and one of the things inside is a string of lights, and more clothes. I decided to add it to the top of the big sliding screen door's curtain, so when it was time to shut the curtains it would be cool to turn on some bright lights. I grab a chair and begin to try to nail the lights in.

Tori~

Simon kept jabbering in my ear.

"Shit, all of this is heavy, why didn't you let the guy take your stuff!"

"He looked annoying and kept staring at my ass, now stop being such a wuss and help carry these boxes for Christ sake."

"Man you should have had Derek take this shit, he's a freaking giant!"

"He said he had his own shit to worry about, now shut the fuck up already, we are here!"

I opened my door to the hall and walk through it and turn and almost drop my stuff.

"Whoa, someone is big on decorating," I say.

I noticed someone stringing up lights on the screen door and she turns around and smiles at me.

Immediately I take notice of her.

She was a strawberry blonde with wavy hair and big blue eyes, she was naturally very pretty, for the most makeup she was wearing was probably lip gloss. She had some nice curves going for her tiny frame.

Usually, I was a bitch to new people, but I got a good vibe from her, and plus she brought a flat screen T.V.

Finally she spoke.

"H-hi, I'm C-Chloe."

I was looking around the room and I answered her "Tori."

She smiled a big smile that could light up the darkest room.

"Goddamn it Tori, what did you pack in here? Roc… oh hey Chloe."

She turned towards him, and her smile got even bigger.

"Hey Simon."

"I see your fine after that fall."

Her face turned a shade of red.

Fall? I decided I didn't really give a shit anyway; she was just another girl who liked my brother. As I start to put away my stuff. Chloe had filled up most of the room, which I didn't really complain about. It was funny, usually girls like her I didn't like, but she was nice and that flat screen T.V was calling my name.

She saw me looking at it.

"I know right, huge T.V, we can share it. I got some new games that came out, and a few new consoles. I don't play them that much, so you're more than welcome to use them." I swear if her voice wasn't so sweet, and that T.V wasn't so big I would tell her to buzz off.

She was just so… corruptible!

"Need some help?" She asked.

I was about to answer her when her pit bull came running up to me. I thought it was going to bite me, but all it did was sniff and lick my hand.

"Hey little guy."

"That's my pit bull, sorry for that, he's all bark but no bite."

Her dog went to Simon and then right back to his bed and began to bite in on his bone.

"Hmm, help? Umm… yeah, can you help set up my bed, I need to put my blankets and shit on it, it's in the box next to me."

"Sure thing."

5 hundred 25 thousand six hundred minutes…

(Or in reality, one hour later.)

Simon, Chloe, and I were sitting on Chloe's mini couch. We had just finished setting up the rest of the room. My side was more simple but edgy. It was mostly black and red and with a few posters and pictures, everything was set into place.

"Alright, well I am going to leave you two girls into your place, settle in, and maybe make out a little." Simon says.

I roll my eyes.

"Goodbye Simon." I say with an edge in my voice.

"See ya," and with that, Simon was at the door.

Chloe's pit bull walked up and began sniffing my hand. Its nose was wet and I found I was completely drawn to it. It was adorable and it had a beautiful gray coat with blue eyes.

"He likes you," Chloe says, smiling sad eyes.

"What's with the sudden downcast of bubbly blonde energy?" I ask.

She smiles.

"Corgi was the…" She begins.

I cut her off.

"You named your pet pit bull Corgi?" I ask.

"Hey, I wanted a corgi but I got a pit bull, so I compromised."

"If that's what you call it, anyway, continue."

"R-right," she stuttered. "Corgi was brought to me in the beginning of the summer; he was just born and was a little baby. I've always wanted a sibling; with me being the only child. Someone to talk to, you know? Corgi was always there, with my dad always away at work, thinking that throwing money would solve my problems, I don't like shopping, makeup, I just sat at home, mostly. Corgi was the c-closest thing to m-my mom…. B-b-before s-she…"

She wasn't able to finish the thought before she burst into tears.

I begin to pat her back. To think I was rude to the girl, I had her pegged as one of Simon's girls and nothing but just another girl. She had true pain, and new that I wanted to take this girl under her wing.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to burst out like that," She blubbed while wiping her tears away.

"Hey, it's ok. You wanna know something? I've always wanted a sister. I only had two brothers, Simon and Derek."

She sniffled.

"We should… be friends?"

"Better than that, let's be sisters." I announced.

"R-really?!"

She was too cute.

"Yeah, I'll be the awesome big sister and you'll be the roaring kitten."

"I'm not a kitten." She said her face fierce with mock anger and a pout, which definitely made her look like a kitten.

"I'm going to have so much fun corrupting you!" I say with a big smile.

Chloe stared.

"Wait… what?" She asked.

"Oh nothing… sis."

Chloe smiled and we continued to talk about our classes and whatnot.

It was weird; I usually wasn't this comfortable around anyone except Liz, but something about Chloe just made her seem like a longtime friend. I learned that she was usually alone with her maid, and she didn't have many friends due to them wanting her just for her money. But she wasn't into being those popular kids with rich daddies. So she settled just being in the background. She wanted to be a screenwriter, and had a pet named corgi. Her dad was depressed of her mom dying in the beginning of the summer.

Beginning of the summer.

She couldn't imagine having her dad, Kit, die in the beginning of the summer and then going to a school for super naturals and trying to be normal and not depressed like her dad.

I admired her.

She said her Aunt Lauren took care of her and was a bit overprotective, but she wanted the best for her. Chloe said she was the reason she wasn't always depressed. But sometimes the smallest things got to her that reminded her of her mom

We spent the rest or the time talking, organizing, watching T.V and preparing for the first day of school.

Before they knew it, it was 9:30, and school was tomorrow.

"Wait Chloe, what did Simon mean by that fall?" I ask.

"Oh… that." Her face turned red. "I sorta, kinda fell in front of him by tripping on Corgi's leash."

"So… do you like him?"

"Who… Simon?" She thought for a second. "More friend wise, he's nice and all, but not really for me, you know?"

"I can see you more with Derek anyway," I say.

"Who's Derek?" She asks.

"You'll see soon enough." I say.

I pause.

"We will stick together Chloe, promise." I say as I crawl into bed.

After a pause, Chloe spoke.

"Thanks Tori… nobody ever promised that to me before."

"Well no one ever planned to corrupt you before."

"Go to bed, crazy."

As long as Chloe had a smile on her lips, I could fall asleep easily.

"Night."

And with that I drift off to sleep, knowing that tomorrow I would be facing the people I have known for most of my life, with weapons potions, hand to hand combat.

I could only imagine Chloe trying to do that.

Actually I couldn't, so I decided to go to sleep.

Long I know, story is just beginning, and I changed a few things, but nothing major. Chloe and Derek will meet each other, just gives things a few chapters. Criticism, is LOVED. Thank you!