A/N: Hey! Just so you don't get confused this is in the future, year of 2036, so to speak, if Cornelia was about 13 years old in 2006 she is 33 years old in my story. And to those who want to know what's happening right away, Cornelia has a daughter that becomes one of the new guardians. And she isn't happy about that.
D/C: I'm pretty certain that I will never own WITCH and I never did. There should be a third season and oh, this is based on the comics. So Cornelia isn't in love with Caleb. Hah, I'm evil!
Anyway, this is dedicated to people who are spoilers, the name of the newest guardians are (SCROLL DOWN IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW YET!) Crystal, Heather, Alexa, Selina and Ella. Together they are CHASE!
Chapter 1 — Pacific Northwest
God, I'm going to be frank about this, but school really does suck sometimes. But at least the first part of the day had gone especially smoothly for me, although I was kind of exhausted considering the fact that I'd woken up earlier this morning so I could go to school without being late.
High school wasn't much different than middle school, apart from the fact that high schools are a lot bigger and the work was a little harder. Except that, there wasn't really a major difference. Anyway, I was sitting on my chair second period which seemed the longest minute in my entire lifetime. God, that's how impatient I am. And from the looks of my peer's faces, I'm guessing they're feeling the same thing.
The room I was currently in was kind of huge, bigger than my homeroom class. Apparently, the teacher decided to put six groups that were consisted of five people. While I slumped lower in my desk, and spotted a young woman who was about between the ages of twenty five and thirty, she had her frizzy hair tied into a ponytail.
When the bell rang, the plump, red haired woman walked towards the blackboard and plastering yet, one of her big grins (and I kid you not, I've never seen anyone who could grin so wide without straining any of their facial muscles) and said something like. "Hello class, and welcome to Art!"
Yup, that was one of the classes (which I despised greatly) that I was stuck in, and I wasn't even interesting in art. Yet, I was stuck in the class learning how to draw. Can you believe my luck? Not even I would even think that my luck was that bad and well, here I am, and I might as well make the best of it.
So, really, I mean even though I may not be the best artist around but, did I really need to take this class? I wanted to take something PE (which apparently stood for Physical Education) or history. So really, I mean like, why would I need to take this class, it's not like I was going to learn anything from it.
"Oh, well, looks like I forgotten to introduce myself." The plump woman asked, I noticed her nose was slightly upturned which kind of looks piggish if you're fat, which she slightly is. "My name is Ms. Delaney and I would be your teacher until the end of the year."
"Ms. Delaney? Oh, you've got to be kidding me." A rather tall girl, with an explosion of brown curls that went down her shoulder grumbled, I wondered what her problem is. Anyway, the fa— I mean, Ms. Delaney of course, said that we were going to draw a self portrait of ourselves and get to know each other.
Self—portrait? I don't even know how to draw a tree for crying out loud! And the fa— I mean, Ms. Delaney, of course (I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but I really need to stop doing that, it's becoming a bad habit). And she expects us to draw ourselves? God, this is one of the reasons I hate art.
"Anyway, since it's the first week of school, I may mispronounce your names, so correct me if I do." And with that, she thrust her hand on her desk and grabbed a folder which I assumed was the attendance folder. "Amanda Bruhilda?
A tall girl with shoulder length curly hair sat up straight before saying a feeble. "Um, here."
Name after name, Mrs. Delaney pronunciation got even worse than the last name she called.
"Angela Forest?"
The way she said my last name almost made me snort, I mean like, I'm pretty certain of the fact that my name isn't really that difficult to pronounce. I didn't want to be my rude so I kindly smiled and replied, "Present and hello."
Ms. Delaney called name after name, which took probably most of the period because it was the longest time in my life. So, of course, I slightly dozed of. That's how boring the beginning of the class went, I mean can you blame me if the teacher took practically forever? "Chelsea Minerva?"
"Here," the really tall brunette girl I mentioned earlier raised her hand, as everyone turned around to watch her, and I could sense that she loved all the attention she was getting. "Oh, and by the way, my name is actually Kelsey. You'd figure that out if you looked closely in the attendance folder."
I expected Ms. Delaney to lose it or something and tell her to go to the office like most teachers would do but to my surprise, she actually kept her cool. She gave the blond girl who happened to be named Kelsey, a fake smile that indicated the fact that she didn't like Kelsey very much.
After the roll call (finally!) we were put into groups, and guess what? I ended up being the Miss High and Mighty and a really shy girl. And I almost forgot the dude who was wearing the basketball jersey who was really intrigued into the book he was totally into. Oh, and two other guys as well.
Miss High and Mighty as you can tell, was the Kelsey girl. Anyway, she kicked off the conversation by telling us that she recently joined the freshman cheerleading team and a bunch of all the crap. God, did I mention that I hate cheerleaders? In my belief, I think that cheerleaders are a bunch of fake blond bimbos that jump up in joy every time they succeed the split.
But then again, I'm a jock not a cheerleader so that didn't matter to me much.
After that, everyone went suddenly quiet. The dude who was totally intrigued into his book didn't realize everyone was starring at him until everyone was quite. Then he said, "I'm Joel Knight, and I… uh, I like to read books." After that, he decided that it was enough and went back to reading.
The next person to talk was some girl with dark skin and curly black hair that went down her back in fierce waves. She said her name was Akua Perry and she had recently joined the dance team. "Okay, enough about me," Akua said and pointed to the girl with curliest red hair I've ever seen.
"Well, okay then." The girl said and I have to admit, despite the orange mess on her head, she looked quite attractive. At first, I thought she had blue eyes but they were actually hazel. Her hair wasn't all that bad she looked slightly shorter than me compared to my athletic built body. Her fingers were graceful as if she spent her time playing the flute. Anyways, she had a pale complexion to my tanned body and I had to admit, she looked really pretty.
She wore a light pink blouse and a blue skirt that stopped just right above her knee. She had worn a small brown handbag slumped on her shoulders and worn a bright blue headband on reddish hair. She wore black ankle boots and had a bunch of neon bracelets each of her wrists.
"My name is Eleanor Gavener but drop the Eleanor and call me Ella if you will." The girl with the brown handbag started off, she had this timid soft voice. "I'm sort of new to the country, and of course, to this school. I'm not sure how this place works here but bear with me, alright?"
I raised my eyes, so the new girl was called Eleanor Gavener. Interesting, I wondered why that named was vaguely familiar. "So if you're new to this country, where are you from?" I asked, hoping that I didn't sound rude.
"Oh, I used to live in Siena, Italy. Before that, I lived in Ireland, where I was originally from. After some time, my mother moved us to Australia. I guess you can say that my mother liked to travel a lot." And with that, she clammed her mouth shut. She didn't like to be in the center of the stage, huh? Well, that was find by me. Then she said, "So, what your name?"
"Pretty much bored of this class already." I said, rolling my eyes as though that was obvious. I flashed a grin and returned it by beaming in an aura of a smile. "I'm Angelina Forest, but bear with me, only my grandmother calls me that. Everyone else calls me Angela."
"That's such a nice name, Angelica." Ella said, resting her chin her hand.
"Thanks." I said dryly. "My parents thought so too. My mother named me after my grandfather that passed away when I was born, Angelus. Of course, my mother decided to name me Angelina for some whacked out reason but only my grandmother calls me that, you know? I sort of remind her of my grandfather, with my red hair and all."
Ella smiled. "Well, that would have been awkward if your mother named you Angelus. Wouldn't it?"
We both laughed at this joke which caused everyone else in our group to stare at us like we were a bunch of lunatics. Oh, well. Joel Knight was all, "Um, is there something really funny that I don't know about?" And then Ella and I started laughing all over again, and then that snooty Kelsey girl said something under her breath.
After the laughed died, Ella was all, "Do you have any brothers?"
"Yeah." I replied, casually. Ella asked, "Are they younger?"
"No, older. Actually I have two brothers." Ella opened her mouth but I beat her to it, then I said. "And yes, they do both go to this school. Xavier, who is by the way the eldest in my familiar, just started twelfth grade. Then my second oldest brother is a sophomore."
"That's so cool." Ella said with smile. Not to be mean or anything, but doesn't she ever stop smiling like that? "I'm the only child in my family, so I really don't have siblings although I think it would be really cool having a sister or an older brother."
"Yeah, sometimes but they can be such a—"
And, oh my god, that's when the bell rung.
Oh, god it was the most obnoxious sound I've ever heard in my entire life, so when I heard it, I cringed in my seat including a couple of people in my class. Back at my old school, the bell was softer but definitely loud enough for everyone to hear. This one was a bit quieter, I knew I would have trouble hearing it the next time I heard it.
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Anyway, I was definitely glad that second period had ended. I practically jumped from my seat and grabbed my binder heading towards the doorway. Even though the bell sounded a little obnoxious it was music to my ears, if you know what I mean. I saw Ella tentatively walk out of the classroom her expression kind of looked gloomy.
I slowed down a bit, waiting for Ella to pick up the pace so I could casually kick off a conversation. "Hey." I said, pulling her aside plastering a smile on my face. "What class do you have next, maybe we'll in together some of our classes."
"I have Mr. Strathrorn for Honors." Ella said, and then she turned to me. "And, you?"
"Oh, I had him first period. Just don't be late for class he had a fit when some girl came three minutes late. I have Spanish with Ms. Taylor for third." I made a mention note earlier that I definitely didn't want to mess with a kind of teacher, since our classes were facing each other we walked together for the rest of the way.
I made some lame joke of how my old school was perfectly boring. Things were going smoothly, that is, until someone bumped into us. Before looking at the person, I kindly asked, even though it wasn't even my fault, "Oh, are you okay?"
"Like do us a favor? Watch your step, freak." She exchanged a malicious smile, showing her perfect gleaming teeth. She was a tall pale, blonde with sapphire eyes. I'm no fashion diva, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that she had a Nanette Lepore blazer matching perfectly with black jeans.
And you should've seen my expression, I was all, oh-no-you-did-not-just-say-that-to-my-face.
"Seriously, unless you're suffering a severe case of amnesia or your seriously clumsy you would know that it was your fault," I said, I sensed that my temper was quickly rising. "Why don't you do us all a favor? Watch where your going before you sent some poor bystander to the emergency."
The blonde girl rolled eyes in disgust as some other girl with brown hair said. "Do you even know who she is, you big redheaded loser."
Oh no she did not try to mess with me.
But, she was going to pay for it.
"Like your any better." I said, realizing that it was the some brunette from earlier. "Have you checked the mirror lately? Why don't you brush that cow nest you call hair before you come butting in other people's affairs."
Ella, on the other hand, looked positively horrified. The blond girl didn't realize this and planting her perfectly polished nails on her hips and said. "You were so rude for crashing into me and you were even more impolite for insulting other people you don't even know. Apologize, now."
Either this chick was joking or she was for real. "Like I said, I apologized. But after what you said? I take that back."
The second bell had rung, which indicated the fact that if all students didn't attend to there classes in three minutes, they were going to suffer the consequences later in the future.
Like I cared, and one of two friends, but this time it was some faux blondie with piercing green eyes tapped lightly on the other blond girl's shoulder. "Uh, Selina? The second bell has rung, and I'm, err, not really forward into looking for detention."
"Go without me, Sydney." The girl, the very same girl, who happened to be called Selina said. "I'm about to wrap this up."
"So, your not mad at us right?" The other girl, faux blond, asked. Honestly, her face showed genuine concern. I would pity anybody who had to put up with this obnoxious behavior every single day. But then again, if she was willingly to follow the Selina girl, it wasn't as if I didn't care. But, to hell with that.
"Oh, no. Of course not, Sydney. It's this girl I'm dealing with. Obviously she has no manners." Selina said, her nostrils flaring and what she meant by this girl was obviously me. The girl called Sydney nodded and the rest of the entourage walked away.
And then Ella asked me if it were okay that she went to class, I nodded. "Yeah, you don't have to wait for me. You're obviously a part of this, so you're free to go without me." Ella gave me a concerned smile, and walked away.
"Wait, Ella." And then the red haired girl stopped, confused. "You know what? I don't have to waste my time dealing with her. Let's go, the girl obviously has no shame whatsoever." And with that, me and Ella walked away as the Selina girl was still sneering behind me as if she won the argument.
She might have won the argument this time, but the next time we meet…
Believe me, I was going to be ready.
A/N: Hey, I know this chapter may seem a bit long (not really) and short (well, that's what I think). Anyway, thanks for reading it. Fortunately, Selina is a fictional character but their are a lot of people in the real world that are just as equally snobby as her. Which is sad, really. Anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter! It may come in later next week, only if you people review my story. Honestly, it's not that hard, you just press the green button below.
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