CHAPTER 1
So, here I am. A girl named Taylor. A loner? Maybe… depends. I was minding my own business when the teacher told me to get my head out of my twilight saga book and listen up.
"Attention, girls and boys. We have a new student named Shea."
Ooohs and ahhs fell over the class room. Her beauty was impossible. Silky brown hair fell down to her shoulders and emphasized her large green eyes. It was safe to say she was perfect. I could see the girls already swarming around her trying to befriend her. Nothing different. Just another beauty queen who would ignore a looser like me. So why bother being friendly? By lunch she was already popular, half of the eighth grade knew her, and she was a celeb. I was a loser. Her hair was shiny. My hair was dry and plain. She was pretty, I was …..'
School is finally over and I am walking home.
"Follow me "said a faint whisper
Wait, did you hear something? Or was it just me? I can't wait until I start getting picked up by my mom soon. My mind switched back to the woods. These woods are pretty freaky! I have heard about a thousand "myths" about these woods.
"Look" said a much sharper voice.
Now, I am not going crazy. I hear things now. Inside my head. It's scary. On my way home, I stoped at the beach and took a swim. Call me crazy, because it was below 50 degrees that day, but nothing can stop me from my daily routine.'
I suddenly spotted this beautiful comb near the shore. I hurried up to it. It was golden and filled with magic. I knew it was wrong to steal, but I couldn't resist it. I picked it up and ran home with it without thinking.
It was like stealing candy from a baby. A BIG MISTAKE
I had the worst dream ever that night.
(My dream)
While I was swimming in the beach there was a terrible uncertainty in the air, something caught me, something scaly
"Give me it" said a soft voice
I screamed for help, but little did I know nobody could save me from this heartless creature. Obviously, the thing wanted me and it was going to eventually get its way. I was so terrified of this creature even though I had no idea what it was
"It's mine" said it again
"Mine, really, I am being truthful"
I hurried and tried to escape its grasp. I kicked, pushed, shoved and tried to slap. Nothing worked. Suddenly I decided to bite the thing. Not the best idea, but it worked. Although, seeming as if 100x powerful than me, the creature was hurt by my ferocious bite. As it yelped in pain, I made a run for it. I swam like I never did before. Holding on to my dream of escaping. I finally got away and out of the shore. I woke up.
(Reality)
I quickly forgot about the nightmare and took a shower and got dressed. I put on my typical outfit that consisted off an oversized black sweater, black skinny jeans, and grey flats. When I finished putting my long white-ish-blond hair into the messiest ponytail alive, I headed downstairs. I made some breakfast. I made some eggs, drank milk, and bit into an apple. Looking at my watch, I knew if I finished my apple I was going to be really late, so I threw it in the trash and ran outside. I literally ran the whole way to school. I was so relieved when I got to school and the bell hadn't rung yet. I was on the edge of another 3 hour Saturday detention if I was late one more time. In the school yard I saw a familiar structure approaching me. It was Shea. She almost looked prettier than yesterday. Her shiny brown hair had been curled and her lips were plump pink. Shea wore a pink sun dress with some heels even though it was practically freezing outside. The things people would do to get popular. But, I had to admit she was gorgeous, maybe even better looking than Brit. At that moment, Shea started smiling at me all weird and friendly as if she read my mind. Then she walked up to me.
"Hey Taylor" said Shea
I nervously gave a little wave. She knew my name? That was so not possible. But I guess she had to know the nobodies as well as the somebodies. She turned into a fit of giggles as if reading my thoughts again. Or perhaps, she might have been laughing at my outlandish outfit. Then, she finally stopped and asked a rather personal question.
"What did you do yesterday after school" Shea asked
"Nothing" I replied. Was it her business after all? Why should I tell her my personal life? I knew how common that question was, but nobody asked Taylor Ashlee Baker those kinds of questions, so it kind of freaked me out. Shea seemed as if she could sense I was uncomfortable with the question and changed the subject,
"Well come over to my house, kay?"
I hesitated nobody has ever asked me to visit there house. Especially someone as popular as Shea. What could it mean? Why did she want to be my friend all of a sudden? Shea completely ignored me yesterday. She was so busy with Brit and the popular gang. I had a right to be nervous because these things don't happen to losers like me. I felt as if I won a millions dollars. But I also felt as if I was jumping out of a plane. Then before I could stop myself, I said these words.
"Sure Shea"
"Yay, come right after school!" Shea said happily
Why was she being so push? It could be a popular-girl thing. Why did she have a sudden interest in me now, when she had no idea who I was yesterday? I had nothing else to say to her,so I walked away to my first class, which was math. This was going to be a long day.
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