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WEIRD GAME!!!
"Guess those Lyrics"
I put up the name of a song and the artist, and hidden somewhere in the story is a line from the song. I'll try to make it easy, give you hints and such. The hint is at the bottom note:::
If you can guess the lyrics I hid in the story correctly, you will get either a sneak peak at the next chapter or some background character info. You just need to tell me whether you want a sneak peak or info in your review, and if you want character info, which character.
So, I hope you guys enjoy this little game! Please let this encourage you to review!
Song: Falling Down
Artist: Selena Gomez
Chapter One: Leaving Alfea
I knelt on the tile floor, carefully picking up the shards of glass. From behind me, I heard the sudden crowd of voices as the dorm-room door opened and then them being cut off as my room-mate slammed the door shut. I waited for the sound of her plopping her bag on the floor, but it never came. I turned around, curious, but I just saw her staring at me. I turned around, rolling my eyes, knowing exactly what she was thinking, and no, I can't read minds. That's a different district of the mind that my powers don't cover. I can move things with my mind and make things from my imagination appear in physical form, which, I admit, isn't nearly as impressive as the Dragon Fire or anything like that.
"I know, I know, I'm such a klutz," I said, and then managed to prick my finger on a piece of glass. I didn't make a noise, just brought it up to my mouth to suck on it.
"No, trust me, I wasn't thinking that," Karmella protested. I turned around to face her with my eyebrows raised.
"Okay, maybe I was thinking that a little," she admitted with a shrug. "But I wasn't really thinking about that at all. Why is there a suitcase on your bed? And why is it nearly packed?"
"Well...I'm moving," I answered around my finger.
"You're what?!"Karmella's jaw pretty much dropped to the floor.
"Moving. The act of changing one's dwelling place or place of business. Wait, you're taking AP English, why are you asking me this?" I said teasingly. Karmella grabbed a pillow from her bed and hit me on the back of the head with it.
"That was mean."
"It was worth it," I shrugged. Karmella rolled her eyes before throwing the pillow back on her bed and sitting down on the floor to help me pick up the glass.
"No, I mean why are you moving? What happened?" she asked softly as she deposited the rest of the glass shards quickly onto the counter. Having electricity as your Winx power does affect your speed, I suppose.
"Well," I said, standing up, "I was late to every single class this week, so I have the glorious punishment of moving to Red Fountain and cleaning the restrooms for two months."
"Oh my God!" Karmella's hands flew up to her mouth. "That's horrible! How are you going to continue your studies from Red Fountain?"
This time I was the one to grab a pillow and hit her on the back of her head.
"Right. Wrong bad thing," she noted with a raised finger.
"Ya think?" I asked.
Karmella gave me an exasperated look. "But are you going to have to clean it while they're..."
I held up my hands."You needn't continue that sentence. Yes, yes I do."
Karmella gasped. "Ms. Griselda is so horrible! Didn't Headmistress Faragonda do anything?"
"Nope. She just sat there, and let the fearsome Grizzly do her sick, twisted thing."
"I can't believe Ms. Faragonda would let her do something so horrible," she said with a frantic shake of her head.
"That's because you're obsessed with school. Freakishly obsessed. When are your parents going to send you a therapist?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.
"Okay, 1) School is a very important thing. It's fine to be obsessed with it, and 2) I'm so not going to a therapist. Don't you realize what that really spells?"
I shook my head.
"Put a little slash separating the 'the' from the 'rapist.'"
It took me a couple seconds to catch up with her. I stuck out my tongue in distaste. "You're sick."
"It's true though!"
"Ah...good point," I agreed grudgingly.
"So...how are you going to deal with this?" Karmella asked.
I shrugged. "I guess the same way I deal with everything."
"Just ignore the problem until it's gone?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"But how are you going to ignore the smell of boys' restrooms?"
"No clue."
.:;*;:.
Karmella and I probably wouldn't have been friends under any other consequences. She was this very preppy, sweet, graceful, genius of a girl who had been raised on ballet and too many friends to count. I, on the other hand, was this very tomboyish, clumsy, lucky-to-crack-a-"B" dork who wore a black ski cap over her curly brown hair and varied from scruffy brown work-boots to even scruffier brown-from-dirt converse sneakers.
But that all changed when I saw her on the campus after we had first met.
I had been reading when I heard a ruckus from the center of the campus. I looked up to see a mob I had never seen draw up around to girls in the center. I put the book back in my black backpack and walked carefully over there, to see what was going on. I asked what was the matter, and one of the girls completely decked in green answered that one upperclassmen had started harassing a little sister of one of the students and the older sister of the girl had started fighting with the upperclassmen. I pushed through the crowd to see who was fighting, and my jaw nearly dropped to the grass when I saw it was Karmella who was standing defensively in front of a sniffling six-year-old girl. A blond, extremely buff upperclassmen was throwing rock after rock at her, and Karmella was just barely blocking them with a thin yellow barrier made of electricity.
"You're just a stupid little freshmen! What do you know? Nothing!" the upperclassmen had yelled. A particularly large rock rose from the ground and threw itself at the feet of my preppy room-mate and her sister. It managed to pass through the shield and land inches from the six-year-old's bare feet. She shrieked and Karmella shot dagger from her eyes at the buff blond.
"Don't do that! She's only six! Throw stuff at me, not her! She's not the one you have the problem with!" Karmella had shrieked with tears flying from her eyes.
The blond had smiled viciously. "Gladly." With this, a large bolder cracked apart from the rest of the ground and hovered by her head.
"Why isn't anyone doing anything?" I yelled, my eyes never leaving the buff blond.
"Are you kidding? That's Endra! She could whip any of our asses in a second!" The girl in green yelled back, her eyes wide in fright.
In a split second, the boulder started flying towards at Karmella fast enough to blur. Karmella closed her eyes, knowing even she couldn't run out of there quickly enough to save everyone. She waited for the the impact, silently apologizing to her sister and parents, but it never came. She opened her eyes to see the boulder an inch away from her face, shimmering with a light lilac light. She looked around for the source of the light, and she saw me, with my eyes squeezed tight in concentration, both my hands out in front of me as far as I could get them. Lilac light shone from my hands and were completely encasing the boulder. I set it down a couple feet away and opened my eyes, swaying on the spot from the effort. I wasn't that good with magic at that point anyways, so over-exerting myself like that wasn't keeping me wide awake, but it was worth it.
I saw Karmella mouth, "Thank you." and I just nodded tiredly. The buff blond was glaring at me, and I could tell she would whip my ass later.
But I found out later that Karmella would corner her and zap her with everything she had. And after I saw that happen, I knew immediately that this girl wasn't just another preppy school girl who didn't give a rat's ass about anyone else. This was a preppy school girl who cared for her family and could kick major ass when she wanted to, and trust me, she definitely wanted to. Endra was stuck three months in the school infirmary recovering, and was then expelled for harassing a little kid.
All in all, that was an excellent day's work.
.:;*;:.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Karmella asked me, concerned electric light shining from her blue eyes. She put her milk-chocolate hand on my arm comfortingly.
I tried to grin reassuringly. "I'll be fine. I've got my cell, and you if I ever need back up. Gosh, you're such a mom, Karmella," I said.
"I am not!" Karmella huffed.
"Did you just seriously huff?"
"Oh, shut up, Emma."
I grinned honestly this time. "I'll see you the weekend after next when that ball-party thing's on."
"Yeah." I could've sworn I saw a tear drop from my friend's eye, so I gave her a quick hug good-bye. I couldn't manage anything more, since Ms. Griselda was glaring at me from the deck of the red airship, telling me she would whip my ass if I didn't get on the ship right now.
"Now, you be careful, okay? No tripping and falling down two flights of stairs, or-" I cut her off with my hysteric laughter. I guess I was a bit nervous.
Karmella smiled. "Well, I guess that's it. You have my number, so..."
"What if I pick up the phone, but nobody's on it?" I asked, wincing when I realized I sounded like a little kids with their mommy.
"I will be. You've always got me, just like you had me that one time." Karmella eyes shone sentimentally.
"AW!" I had to gush. I was being such a prep then, so I went ahead and gave her another hug.
"Miss Blake, hurry up or else!" Ms. Griselda threatened with her gravelly voice.
"There's the Grizzly bear a-calling," I dead-panned. Karmella smiled.
"Go. I'll see you later."
"Okay!" I picked up my ratty red suitcase and ran towards the ramp, waving back with one hand as I did so. "See you later, Karm!"
"See ya, Em! Don't trip over your own feet!"
"You just jinxed me, you idiot!" I laughed back as I reached the inside of the airship. I saw Karmella laughing with me just as the ramp started to rise and block off the sigh of her and Alfea.
'Well,' I thought to myself with a sigh. 'I guess that's it then. No more preppiness, no more girly girls, just hanging out with the guys.
'This is going to be interesting.'
It's weird, I always have to end off with some weird little note thing, don't I? 'I hate my life.' 'This is going to be interesting.'
Did you guys catch the song lyric? Hint: It's near the end.
Well, it's nearing 9:25 at night, and I need to get off and catch some ZZZs to be fully refreshed for school when I wake up at 5:30 in the morning.
Peace out!
Micki