Areandalia
Side Note: The words that are italicized are thoughts. The bolded is the narration. This is my first book and I hope I will have help from all of you that want to review my stories. Thanks for reading my book!
Chapter 1
Bookworm. Ghostgirl. Freak. Know-it-all. I've been called these names before, and trust me, my life used to be horrible. There are a lot worse things than not fitting in. Sometimes choosing the right thing or just not thinking straight can have worse consequences than when you've thought it all through and made the "safe" decision. But now, I have a way to escape. You might call it my own world. I've been to plenty. They're called books. Read mine and you might get an idea of how great they can be. And all of this totally true. No lies, I promise.
"Fireai! Where are you? We're gonna be late if you don't hurry up. Did you hear me? Late. Again."
"I'm coming Serelina. Just a sec!" Fireai rushed out of the room. Her clothes were flung on her body, and her bag was over one shoulder. Her books looked like they were about to fall out of the bag. "Race you there!" Fireai yelled as she ran down the hall, blowing past Serelina.
They dodged through corridors, past servants and around marble columns. When they reached the classroom, a bell rang. "Snap!" Fireai muttered under her breath. They were late for class again. Just like Serelina said. They snuck towards their seats. Thankfully, the door was at the back of the classroom, as well as their seats as they sat down, Ms. Iliquea looked up. She apparently didn't notice. And that's a good thing too because it would have been the fifth time this month. I would've been dead for sure. The class started and Fireai forgot all about her morning mishap.
***Lunchtime***
"Hey Freak-ay! I saw you got into class late this morning. What were you doing? I bet I know. You were probably reading your book. Oh look! She changes colors! Not only does she turn beet red, she can turn grape purple as well." said Allenae.
"Forget it Allenae. Just because you're popular doesn't mean that you can get away with everything." retorted Fireai.
"Oh, but you know I can. Popularity is everything here. And as for you, well, I'll put it nicely. You are just a piece of trash my dad pulled off the street because he felt bad. I mean, what good could an orphan be? Even your own parents didn't want you. Why would anybody else?"
"Just, just, oh, I wish that you would go away!" Fireai was about to cry. Why even bother fighting her. You know she's right. What good could I be? Why would anybody care about some poor servant girl? Fireai walked off, to eat her lunch alone.
After lunch, Ms. Iliquea had an announcement. "As head of the teaching department, I am here to announce that rather than a final at the end of the semester, you will be turning in a book. Now, let me finish. You will not be turning in any book, you will be turning in a book that is handwritten by yourselves. The book must be at least one hundred pages and it will be due exactly four months from now. I would suggest that you get started as soon as possible. Writing a book can be a very complicated process."
As soon as classes were over, Fireai headed out to start writing her book.