Hey! So this is a joint account of The New Ace of Spies and The Saltwater Sylph(yes, we personally know each other).
Just a couple of things:
-The chapters switch POV
-The New Ace of Spies writes Daphne's point of view and The Saltwater Sylph writes Chara's point of view
Hope you enjoy it! This is Chara's point of view
"Moooooom! I don't want to go to second grade!" I cry, with tears streaming down my face.
"Chara, we've already discussed this. You're going to Amherst whether you like it or not, " my mom brushes a lock of her honey-golden hair away from her face as she drags me to the front steps.
"Nooooo! I want to go back to San Francisco!" I persist until I finally tugged away from my mom's fist. Searching for solitude through my blurry eyes, the side walks were crowded with gigantic kids, the Amherst steps dotted with occasional cliques-- the only place that was empty was the tar paved street, unusually free of cars in busy New York. I sit down on a pretty white line, cradling my knees in fear, ignoring my mom's yells. I missed my friends from San Francisco.
I closed my eyes, and flashed back to my good-bye party a few weeks ago.
I was swimming of my favorite place, Aquatic Park, my best friend splashing beside me.
"TAG!" I scream in victory. "You're it!" I scrambled away into the waves.
" Not for long!" Hayley tries to chase me down.
"NYAH! Slow-poke!" I tease. She complains back:
"It's not my fault you're the best swimmer EVER!"
"Ha ha!" I paddle back into the never ending game as Hayley failed to tag me again.
The sun was setting, and the water was reflecting shadows on all of our faces. We reached shore, and lay down on the sand, not caring that it would stick to our hair and find its way into weird places.
"I'm going to miss you Care-bear," murmurs Hayley.
"Yeah. I'm going to miss you too."
And then our first grade selves burst into tears.
"BEEP! BEEP!"
I wake up from my memory to see two blinding orbs, and hear my mom's cry.
"CHARA!" I turn my head and see my mom running towards me, her stormy cinereal eyes locked on me. Everything seems to happen like a tape in fast-foward. "RUN!" she screams, but I bury my head into my knees and surrender to my first instinct: to pitch a glass-shattering scream. I hear the screeching of the tire rubber and asphalt colliding against each other and I look up to see a SUV stop feet away from me.
"Chara! Chara!" I scramble for my mom, wailing for her arms, and she hugs me in relief. Letting go, she put her hands on my shoulders and sternly says, "Don't ever do that again. Do you hear?" All my words came out like a waterfall.
"I didn't know that a car was coming! I'm so sorry, Mommy! I did--"
"Oh my god, is she okay? I didn't see her, thank god she screamed, Gods–I mean, God forbid." The driver from the SUV that almost hit me, had gotten out of the car. I started hyperventalting and wiped my eyes. Mom answered for me.
"Oh, it's not your fault. It's just that little Chara here is bipolar."
"Thank god I didn't hit her," breaths the mother in relief. She looked behind her and beckoned a girl, my age, still in the car to come over.
She ran over to the woman and asks, "Mommy? Why is she crying? And what does pie-polar mean?"
"Were you spying on Mommy's conversation?" The mother asks. "That's not nice."
"It's quite all right–" My mom starts to say.
"I wasn't spying!" protests the girl. "I heard you from the car!"
Mom quirks her lips at that.
"What does pie-polar mean?" the girl asks again.
The woman chuckles. "It means she's special."
"My kind of special?" The girl, tilts her head, smiling like a doll.
The mother smiles, shaking her head. "No, not your kind of special." I see Mom's eyebrows crinkling up, which always happens when susupisious of something.
The girl stared at me and fixed her eyes on my face, as I returned the stare. She had an olive hued complextion, her hair the color of a ripened apple, yet her eyes were the most perplexing. There were...
Gold?
Yup, shocking pure gold.
As I tried to wrap my mind around her dazzling irises, Mom started to make conversation with the woman.
"She's your daughter? Does she attend Amherst?"
"Yes, Daphne's just starting second grade. I'm Ana Emerson, by the way."
"Annabeth Chase," Mom gazes down at me. "Chara's conicidentally in second grade, too. We've actually moved to New York City from San Fransicso this summer, so she's a bit uneasy about being the 'new kid'."
"Oh, yeah. Daphne hasn't really made that many friends, so far, she's a quiet girl." Daphne tilted her head at Ms. Emerson. Then she turns toward me.
"Wanna be friends with me?" she asked as the Amherst school bell rang.
"Um.. Sure?" I say quietly. "Is there a fire?" I ask, wondering about the bell.
Daphne shook her head. "Time for school!" she explains to me and takes my hand. She pulls me up and we walk in to the building together.
And that was the start of Daphne and Chara: Best Friends Forever.
Hope you liked it! Reviews are love!