Information you need to know: I have all my fairies. But this is what's going to happen. You can still send in fairies. They won't be main characters, but they can go on missions with them when some of my main character girls can't. I hope that's okay!
Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club!
Amelia's POV
"Great job, ladies. Now call backs will be up today." Coach Ronald said. The girls nodded.
Amelia was psyched to get out of there, she was going to meet Hilary and Gisabelle in about two hours or so, and she had little time to get ready.
Amelia hugged her fellow peers and jogged out of the gym. She knew all the other girls were just going to chill out at the school because they would have to go back anyways.
But Amelia forgot her clothes at home. Amelia sprinted down through the wood with her dance bag at her side.
Amelia was glad that she thought to put on her black sweat pants and a purple hoodie. It was freezing this morning. (What place do you think they should be in?)
Amelia decided to take a break, she dug through her pink bag and grabbed her water bottle. She took a long drink and shoved back into her bag.
Amelia was about to get up and leave when she felt roots spiraling up her legs. The roots curled up and wrapped itself around Amelia's body.
"Help!" Amelia shouted. "Somebody help me!" Amelia didn't know what was going on.
The roots soon were branches and they pierced into her legs and back.
"AH!" Amelia struggled and moved, she felt blood trickle down her legs.
Amelia started to feel something in her stomach. It was strong…she had to use it to her advantage.
"Dance Crash!" Amelia yelled. She didn't know where she got the words from but the branches melted off.
Amelia ran home confused on to what just happened.
When Amelia arrived home, she was now disappointed that her parents were gone. She was still freaked out, about what happened at the woods.
Was she like Gisabelle? It would be cool.
But she doubted it.
Amelia pulled off her sweat pants her legs were dripping with blood.
"Stupid trees." Amelia muttered. Her free spirited personality wasn't working for her at the moment. "I guess I'll be wearing leggings today." Amelia said as she moped up the stairs.
Amelia opened her room door and quickly went into her bathroom. She threw off her clothes and went into her shower.
When she finished, she grabbed her purple robe and walked out of her bathroom. She went straight to her walk-in closet.
She dried her hair with her towel as she walked around in closet.
Her parents designed her closet to be like a living room. It was huge. Her friends always liked to sleep in her closet for some reason.
Amelia took a right and found the leggings she needed. They were white and had studded details. They whisped around into cool designs. It was cool. And since she couldn't show legs she would have to wear pants for awhile.
Amelia then turned around and found her way out of her closet. She closed the doors and walked over to her bed.
Her clothes were laid out in front of her. A purple lacy cropped top, a white mini skirt that flowed out, dark purple ankle boots that looked almost black, and a white hooded jacket with gold buttons. (See on profile)
The outfit was perfect. And all she needed was the perfect accessories and makeup.
Amelia spun all the way to her vanity stopping on one leg.
"Perfect posture is the perfect medicine for a dancer." Madame Williams always said. Amelia always takes the things she says to heart and tries to live by them.
Amelia sat down and looked at all the nail polish. Pinks, blues, greens, oranges, and so on. But she needed something that would stand out.
"This one!" Amelia exclaimed. She picked out a purple that was very bright. It contrasted with all her light or pale purples. She grabbed a necklace with dark blue, almost purple, peacock feathers. It was a nice touch.
Amelia then opened her jewelry box and dumped all the contents out. She scattered all the items on her vanity and looked frantically for the perfect touch.
"Ah-ha!" Amelia said. She pulled out her gold mosaic ring and three other nuts rings. She placed the mosaic on her index finger on her right hand and the three other rings on her left hand.
She also added a purple jeweled bracelet and a purple bangle that had leaves.
Amelia continued shifting through her clothes. Minutes passed.
Amelia looked at her clock: 5:48. Amelia was good on time. Amelia looked back at herself.
Curled? Amelia thought. She grabbed her curling iron and plugged it in. She felt it get hot fast, so started curling her hair.
Amelia thought back to the incident at the woods. What had really happened?
"I can't be magic." Amelia said to herself. "It wouldn't make sense. I was probably-" Amelia's thoughts were interrupted, when she heard her front door slam.
"Mels, ya home?" Amelia's brother asked. Amelia rolled her eyes.
"Yes Andrew!" Amelia said. Amelia heard him thunder up the stairs.
"She's alright. She isn't judgmental at all." Amelia whipped her head around.
"Amelia this is Maylin. Maylin this is Amelia." Andrew said. Amelia looked at this punk rocker chick.
"It's nice to meet you." Maylin said as she stuck out her hand. Amelia got up and shook it.
"Same here." Amelia said as she went back to her vanity. She had about a section left.
"Maylin's the bands new lead singer." Andrew said. Amelia nodded. She finished the last section and turned her curling iron off.
"Your brother has been really nice to me." Maylin added. Amelia turned to them.
"My brother is nice to any pretty girl he sees." Amelia muttered. Maylin punched his arm.
"So you think I'm pretty?" Maylin teased.
"Of course. I love a girl who has her own style." Amelia coughed loudly then grabbed her bright purple beanie and placed it on her head.
"I love your beanie." Maylin said. She's just trying to make conversation. Amelia told herself.
"I got it at Thrifts and Gifts." Amelia grabbed her nail polish and sat on the floor painting her nails.
"I love that place!" Andrew smiled; he loved that his sister and the girl he liked were getting along.
The girls and guy spent a couple of minutes chatting it up, according to Amelia.
"Hey, what time is it?" Amelia asked. Maylin looked at her phone.
"6:25." Amelia jumped up, spilling her nail polish on the floor.
"I have to go!" Amelia threw on her coat and grabbed her brown leather satchel from her bed and ran out the room. "Bye!"
Maylin's POV
"Do I have to?" Maylin whined. She was going to meet Andrew's sister. She had s feeling that she was going to be snotty and girly.
"Yes. My sister isn't what you think she is. She's really awesome." Andrew grabbed her hand for reassurance. Maylin was nervous, she didn't want to say anything mean.
"It's nice." Maylin said. Andrew drove his Volvo at the end of the gate.
"I'll be right back." Andrew got out of his car and climbed up the gate. Maylin was laughing at him the whole time.
Andrew punched in a code and the gates automatically opened. Andrew jogged back to his car.
"I pretty sure that there's a easier way." Maylin said.
"Yeah there is." Andrew said as he drove through the gates. Maylin punched him as they both laughed on the ride up.
Andrew spiraled up his driveway and parked at one of the many garage doors. Andrew got out of the car and went to open the door for Maylin.
"Do you need many garages?" Maylin asked. Andrew shook his head.
"Some is for storage, or if Amelia's friends stay the night and they need to park somewhere." Maylin nodded.
"So this is my lovely home." Andrew said as he took Maylin's hand.
"It's breathtaking." Maylin said. Andrew looked at her.
"Yeah it sure is." Maylin blushed, she wasn't a much of a person to be hit on. And she loved how Andrew made her feel, but she wasn't going to let him know that.
The "popular" girls always said that she was goth. Yes, she had red and magenta streaks in her black hair. She loved to take risks.
"Let's meet your sister lover boy." Maylin said. Andrew laughed as he entered his home.
"Mels, ya home?" Andrew asked. Maylin looked around. The furniture was something else. It was like a bohemian style house. Everything looked warm and comfortable. She loved it.
"Yes Andrew." She answered.
"Come on!" Andrew took her hand and they both ran up the stairs.
"She's alright. She isn't judgmental at all." Andrew said. Maylin saw a girl turn around. She looked pretty, her style was a little girly. Okay, it is girly.
"Amelia this is Maylin. Maylin this is Amelia." Maylin could tell Amelia was judging her. She hasn't even said two words to me! Maylin thought sourly.
"It's nice to meet you." Maylin said as she stuck out her hand. Amelia walked up to shake it.
"Same here." Amelia said as she walked back to her vanity. Maylin breathed a little easier. So far so good.
"Maylin's the bands new lead singer." Maylin saw Amelia continuing to curl her hair.
"Your brother has been very nice to me." Amelia turned around again.
"My brother is nice to any pretty girl he meets." Amelia said. Maylin punched Andrew's arm.
"You think I'm pretty." That's sweet. They both locked on eyes on each other.
"Of course. I love a girl who has her own style." Maylin blushed again. What is he doing to me? Amelia coughed.
"I love your beanie." Maylin complimented. Amelia nodded.
"I got it at Thrifts and Gifts." Amelia said as sat on the floor painting her nails. Maylin shopped there all the time.
"I love that place!" Maylin exclaimed. She sat down on the floor with Amelia. Andrew quickly joined.
They all talked for awhile.
"Hey, what time is it?" Amelia asked.
"6:25." Amelia jumped up. She spilled her bright purple nail polish on the floor.
"I have to go!" Maylin watched Amelia frantically put on her jacket and grab her satchel. Then she ran out of the room. "Bye!"
Maylin waved as Amelia disappeared.
"Well, I guess I'm that terrible." Andrew looked at her.
"Nah, she's always late for things. That's why I always tell her way earlier than it needs to be so she makes it on time." They both laughed.
"Well we should get going." Andrew said as he stood up. He held out his hand for Maylin.
"Thank you." Andrew walked out of the room. Maylin made sure that he was gone. "Stainus Removous." Red sparkles came from Maylin's finger tips and swirled around the nail polish. The stain vanished and left a clean white spot on the carpet. Maylin smiled to herself.
"You coming?" Andrew asked.
"Of course." Maylin grabbed his hand and guided him down the stairs.
Did you like it? Was it worth the wait? Is it more mature?
Next chapter soon.
