Wicked
I don't know how it started, it just did. Things were set in motion when I first saw him.
But now it happened, and there's no reversing it.
I'm a Wicked.
You're probably thinking you mean you're wicked or, ok, what's this game? But it's no game, being followed by a Wicked is bad enough, but being the prophecy child of one, the one to supposedly help the Wickeds gain control of Earth again and enslave the human race is the worst. Let me explain what a Wicked is; it's like dark witches and warlocks, but you have to survive off the worst stuff: human fear. You know the phrase: you almost scared me to death! Yeah, well, it was probably because of them. They're everywhere with so many different names, the boogeyman, the monster under the bed, or that person you swear is following you but you can't see them. And I'm being followed by the strongest coven.
When I was younger, I always wondered and asked my mom questions. Why are we moving again? Why is my name now Laura? Why is it now Bella? Or why are those strange people following us? But when I turned sixteen, it was all explained.
I was running, I couldn't tell what it was but I could feel that it was a dark being, an evil being chasing me. I tripped on a forest root and was scrambling on the forest floor when this handsome guy comes out of nowhere. The darkness seemed to fade away... I woke up with a start. I turned my head sleepily to look at my alarm clock; the green LED numbers were blinking5:00 a.m. Great. Happy birthday to me I thought, before falling back onto my pillow into a less fitful sleep. I woke up again at six felling slightly more rejuvenated. My nightmare seemed strange but now it was the furthest thing from my mind, I WAS SIXTEEN! I quickly changed and put my hair in a usual messy braid and ran downstairs. "Morning, pet, Happy Birthday!" My mom said and kissed my cheek. The pet thing made me smile, it was an inside joke between my mom and me. I once saw a guy calling his girlfriend pet and I hated it and told my mom (more like ranted it) about it all day, so my mom does it just to annoy me. "Thanks, Mom. Can we go shopping later?" I asked, grabbing some toast and a banana. "How about I just make a cake and we go online shopping?" She compromised. I sighed. We never went anywhere, and she holed herself up in the house whenever she had the option to. "Sure, whatever. I'm gonna be late for school." I grabbed my bag. "Bells! Don't forget your bracelet!" My mom called after me. "I'm wearing it!" I yelled back, before taking off down the street. I looked at the bracelet. It was silver, marked with strange letters and a see-through gem that people always mistake for a diamond. I wonder what was so special about it that my mom made me wear it everywhere…I think it's because it was my grandma's or something. I had never met her so that did not mean much to me, but if my mom asked me to do it I would do it. HONK! I looked up and saw that I was already at the bus stop and the bus's door was open. "Come on, move it! I have 3 more stops." The bus driver called. I walked up the short steps and sat in the very front, ignoring all the jeering and obnoxious kids throwing stuff at each other. I opened my notebook and just started doodling images of a forest I'd seen in my dream. I heard someone sit next to me and I looked up into a pair of very drool-worthy eyes that reminded me of the handsome guy in my dream. They were that kind of green-gold that made you think that it had to be contacts. His eyes wandered down to my drawing and I saw a flash of recognition. He looked up at me and smirked. I looked back at my nightmare doodles and regained composure. "Hi." I mumbled. He didn't reply, so I sneaked a look. He wasn't there anymore! I blinked and look around searching for him, but he wasn't anywhere on the bus. I looked out the window and saw I was already at school, I sighed. I wish I had asked my mom about skipping school as a birthday present, but I guess I already knew what the answer would be. I gathered my stuff and got out off the bus to head to homeroom. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw I was late, so I ran. I quickly opened the door and got to my seat seconds before the teacher came in. I ignored the teacher and before I knew it, it was time to switch classes. I pushed my very past people in the hallways when I swore I saw a pair of golden green eyes, but someone bumped into me and when I looked back up the pair of eyes were gone. I shook my head and daydreamed my way through the day. When I heard the final bell, I quickly got my stuff together so I could walk home earlier. I can't wait to go shopping and cake eating!
I smiled in excitement. Cake and cute clothes, best birthday ever! When the bus dropped me off, I walked slowly home because I felt like it. I reached the corner turn to my house, and the door was already open. Weird. I walked in and saw the hallway and living room a mess. Tables were knocked over. I've seen enough movies to know that this was not good. "Mom?" I called out. I ran up the stairs into her room. Nothing seemed out of order. I checked every other room; nothing was out of order except for the living room and hallway. I was going to call the police when the doorbell rang. I walked to the door to see the mysterious stranger from the bus. "Come with me." He held out his hand. "What? No! I don't even know you! Leave." I tried to slam the door in his face, but he quickly stopped it and grabbed my arm. He was dragging me to the woods in our backyard. He was walking quickly and kept tugging on my arm telling me to hurry up. I was stumbling and the inventible happened, I tripped over a tree root. " I see this isn't going to work." He sighed. "No! Wait!" I said, standing up. "Where's my mom? Who are you? Why do you want me?" He grabbed for me and I dodged. He sighed again. "Come with me and I'll explain everything."
"You swear?"
"I swear"
I considered my options and I know it was stupid but I went with him. "Fine." I said. "Good.'' He replied in the same tone. He picked me up easily, which was surprising because I wasn't the lightest person in the world. He started walking and then we entered a clearing and he set me down. He grabbed my hand this time, which was better because I think he bruised my arm with all that yanking on it. There was this ring of mushrooms; my mom says their called fairy circles. Mysterious stranger muttered a few words and dragged me towards the ring. "Hold on tight." He said, and then we stepped into the circle.