Part 1: New Day

Artemis' POV

"Well of course they're shooting back at us!

You're robbing their store!"

-Huey Freeman, A Date With The Health Inspector

I woke up to a very, very horrible sound. It got my ears to ring and trust me, if something gets my ears ringing then something or someone is going to get a dent in them. But that's not what I do. I'm a rational young lady who should only answer when spoken to or invited into a conversation. Right? I don't know, but I think so. This new alarm clock Dad got Apolla and I are horrible little things. And I heard about a thing called daylight savings so it would be a pain to try and change the time on this thing.

I can see it's bothering my sister as well. She's tossing and turning, trying to go back to sleep I presume, knowing that we start 7th grade today. I don't understand us going to that grade so early in life, seeing that we were born yesterday. Apolla's going to be quite a handful (Just yesterday she asked what water was). But what she lacks in smarts, she gains in beauty. Her long, almond scented, dark brown hair falls above her waist, complementing her caramel skin tone. Her cardinal eyes are intimidating but also shows sympathy. I, however, am a little darker than her. My dark, curly, brown hair falls above my thighs and my narrow cerulean eyes show more affection than sympathy. She's the sun and I'm the moon, but we wouldn't have it any other way.

"What time is it Artie?" she groaned. She gave me that name because she said it was a better and cooler way to say my birth one.

"Like, 6:55." I answered. This is the first time we've waken up early but I don't mind. I know it's for education purposes and it dosen't hurt to get bags under eyes, but Apolla hates it. She values sleep more than a fat kid values Dutch chocolate cake. "This is stupid! Waking up early in the morning for something as dumb as school isn't worth bags under my eyes." she whined said. One-hundred and eighty more days of this whining and complaining is going to kill me.

"The early bird catches the worm." I laughed.

"Well this bird is staying in the nest." she countered.

I got out of my bed and walked over to our closed window. There were little to no clouds in the sky and it had a hint of grey in it. This morning was calm. Peaceful even. The birds were chirping, the squirrels were roaming. Cars were of course passing but I blocked the sound out with a different one. A little stream that leads into a pond a couple miles away just added to the scene I was looking at. The grass shiny with dew, the sun making the sun glisten, and the creatures of the woods stepping on sticks and twigs far away. This was perfect. No, this is perfect.

"Are you going to just sit there and gawk or are you going to get ready for our first day of school?" Apolla asked. All perfect things come to an end don't they? I sighed, turned to the closet and picked out a cerulean tie, white button down, a plaid skirt, and cerulean vest. "You ready for today?" I asked her. "Maybe and maybe not." she answered with a smirk. Hoop earrings, leather jacket, cardinal tee, and black jeans. And like always, she was wearing her sun amulet around her neck. I have the same one but of the crescent moon.

"Ready!?" she asked with eagerness in her voice.

"I'm game if you are." I replied. One-hundred and eighty days of this. One-hundred and eighty days I'm looking forward to.

"Oh and by the way," she turned to me. "Maybe we could get the old man to allow us to get to that stream you're so in love with." Now I'm stunned. How could she- "Know?" she finished my thought. "Sis, I have telepathy you know." And I have telekinesis, I'm stupider than I thought to forget something as simple as that.

"Now remember to be well behaved. And don't use your special gifts, ok." he told us for the eighteenth time since we got in the car. It was a nice ride from Pokey Oaks South to Pokey Oaks North. The ride wasn't noisy or bumpy at all. But here I stand, next to my sister (who's trying not to break into a cold sweat) and on cracked pavement. If I had a mother her back would be broken.

The school building was nice enough. It was tan and grey with tons of rectangular windows. The flag stood in the middle of a grassy oval, which was covered in tulips, violets and daisies. There's a fountain on the left field in the front yard. By the looks if it, the waters fresh. I turned my head to tell Dad a goodbye but the professor was already turning the corner of an old Shell.

Part 2: 5

Apollas POV

"I know what you're tryna do! You tryna kill me! I HATE YOU!"

-Riley Freeman, The Itis

"C'mon Artie, we're going to be late!" she took her hand in mine and we bounded towards the dark red double doors. Time to get this over with.

The school wasn't what I expected at all. I thought it would be full of life. But all I see are sleepy seven and twelve year olds complaining about yesterday's assignments. I guess it gets more lively after lunch. I hope. I don't want school to be a drag. The walls are panted a tannish-grayish color. This school must be old considering all the cracks in the tile. "Where are we going?" I asked my sister."To the main office I suppose." she turned and answered. The halls were empty and all the lockers were shut. Except one.

You couldn't see the girls face but she was wearing white tennis shoes. She must've been wearing shorts under the blue hoodie she was wearing. It was styled to where her zipper stopped at her abdomen and she had a long black braid that went down to her calves. Curiosity got the best of me and instead of turning the hallway corner, I made my way to her locker.

"Hello, who are you?" I asked. She closed the grey locker and turned to face me. Her eyes were hidden by her enormous red cap."I'm Abby Lincoln, you can call me 5." she answered in a beautiful raspy voice. Her lips were glossed, nails polished white, and she accessorized with golden hoops."Who are you? I've never seen you here before." she asked with worry on her face. Did she think there was someone out to get her? Did she expect that I was that someone?

"I'm new here. My sister and I are starting 7th today." my confidence is really annoying. "That's great! I hope I see you around." And with that, she was gone. At least I know one person right? Well, kind of know.

Is it weird that I feel like someone's watching? "Are you coming?" Yeah I was right. It was Artemis. And by the way she's looking at me I know something's wrong. "Let me guess. Follow the leader?" I ask. She nods. That little bejuan nodded at me. "I don't like your attitude." I say. "I don't like you." She retaliates. It's silent now. I know she doesn't mean. I'm just waiting for her to break the ice. We're just standing. I know for a fact it's killing, cause we're already late. Like 5 minuets late.

"Let's go." She sighs.