Hey y'all! Um…… Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been at stupid school registration and it SUCKS! Anywho, on to the story!
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Macaronigirl
My first day back to school went surprisingly well, considering this is 7th grade. My teachers were all very nice, except Ms. Nevil, who looked like she wanted to rip everyone's throat out. She's just your typical middle-school teacher.
Rissa enjoyed her first day back also, and Izzy was practically skipping around the building when she found out that she had all her classes with a guy she'd been crushing on forever. Me? Oh no, no romance for me! I don't want to have anything to do with this mushy-gushy 'I love you, but eventually I'll break your heart into pieces and feed them to ravenous vultures' stuff. No love life for this girl!
As I was lost in thought, I didn't realize I'd walked straight into a very dangerous girl. Her glossy red hair was pulled back into a sleek pony tail, but her black clothes and snappy attitude more clearly defined who she was. I had just bumped into the school bully, Roxy Simmons.
"Watch where you're going, punk." She said menacingly. "I don't need pigs like you hogging up my personal space." She glared at me as if to send me her best 'evil' vibe.
I stuttered for a moment, and she seized her chance. Swinging back her arm, she let loose a punch. Her fist hit me in the stomach. Hard. I couldn't believe that none of the passerby stopped to help, or even noticed when I fell back onto the ground. Roxy walked away to rejoin her clique, and I was left sitting on the floor, wheezing for breath.
All of a sudden, soft hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. I spun around, and a boy was looking at me with concern. He had black hair and big black eyes. "Are you O.K.?" he asked me. "I saw what was going on, but I was too far away to help you out. I hope she didn't hit you too hard." I picked up my backpack off the floor and said casually, "I'm fine. Thanks for helping me out. My name is Brooke. Who're you?" He stared at the ground sheepishly. "My real name is Boniface, but I absolutely hate it. You can call me Bo." He replied. "Well, I have to get to my next class. Math with Ms. Nevil. Ugh." I glanced up in surprise. "That's what I have too!" Bo smiled a crooked smile. "Awesome!" he said, and I couldn't help but think he was kind of cute.
Forget that I said that.
The rest of the day passed slowly, but uneventfully. Bo and I had 3 classes together, and Izzy was trying to play matchmaker between the two of us. It was working very well for her until I figured out what she was doing. After millions of complaints, I finally got her to shut up and leave us alone. For a while.
Even at home the atmosphere seemed to be less tense than expected. Mom only yelled at me once, which I took as a good sign. Maybe this year won't be so bad after all!
And maybe the moon is made of cheese.
The days passed, and slowly but surely, Saturday rolled around. Mom was yelling at me, but none of my friends were home, so I retreated to my last resort- the attic.
The attic was all dusty and disgusting, and until my nose got used to it, I just about sneezed my head off. There was an old armchair, and a lonely book rested on a pedestal. I picked it up and blew all the dust away, which brought on another round of sneezing. After my cough-fest subsided, I opened the old book and turned to the first page. A bit of just barely decipherable poetry dominated the page. It sounded something like this:
Soon shall there be a new time
Ruled by the nine of the Nine.
If you can read this, you are mentioned in the Prophecy.
Seek out Mr. Machis
Good Luck, my kin.
~z.b.c.
Born of the very same year,In the same town be revealed.
To make Ancient evil no more,
You must cooperate to defeat what's in store.
Beware of death upon your door,
You shall be heroes evermore.
Well. That was certainly interesting. I had a lot of questions, but I knew this couldn't be real. It couldn't be real, could it?
I decided that this place was too creepy, so I rushed back to the main building of my house, as if death itself was on my heels.
The rest of my weekend was spent somewhat peacefully lounging around at my house, and it was so calm I almost forgot about my very creepy experience in the attic.
Almost.
I still was creeped out by the fact that I might be part of a huge prophecy. And, as much as I knew it was not real, a small part of me still wished it were. A little excitement couldn't hurt my everyday life too much. I thought it would be fun.
Little did I know how wrong I was.
Monday. I sighed as I hauled myself out of bed. I followed the normal morning rush pattern and left to go to school. No need to be late to meet Rissa and Izzy at the front door.
My day went smoothly up until math class. Guess what! Ms. Nevil was out sick for the week, so we had a substitute teacher for the rest of the week! I absolutely adore substitutes because they let you talk in class and don't give much homework.
I didn't really pay attention much because I was thinking how lucky I was. Suddenly, our teacher started to talk.
"Hello class. I will be your substitute teacher for the next 2 weeks. My name is Mr. Machis."
oh.
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Macaronigirl