The Truth

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN AVALON HIGH!

Cheeky Monkey: I'm glad to hear that.

flockroxz: Well, since you asked nicely, here ya go.

Author's Note: Hello My Name Is Awesome, co-writer of this awesome story and my best friend, is having an OC contest for future fanfics. Just so you know, Awesome does not show favoritism. I'm the only one who entered so far and all I got was "You might get accepted." Anyway, here is the link to the author's page:.net/u/2489081/Hello_My_Name_Is_Awesome

Another Author's Note: I apologize for the lack of updates as well as for the shortness of this chapter. My great-uncle died and I had to go to his funeral, so it's been a busy week for me. I also would like to encourage you guys or girls or both to check out my other stories if you are interested. If not, then don't bother.

Yet another Author's Note: If it's in bold then it's a vision.


Allie opened her eyes with a start. It was a school day, so that shouldn't have been unusual, but it had more to do with her dream than anything else. She quickly got dressed, ate breakfast, and said goodbye to her mom and dad before she was off to school.

Because of Mr. Moore's arrest, along with frequent visits by a psychiatrist, the school had hired a new History teacher. Her name was Ellin Fagin. She looked about 30 years-old and had dark brown hair. Unlike Mr. Moore, she didn't seem to be obsessed with the Arthurian legends as far as Allie could tell. However, since that was basically all that was going to be taught that semester, Ms. Fagin at least got points for originality. Her first assignment was to have the class write a short essay about how the legends have changed over time.

By the time class was over, Allie was feeling pretty good. At lunch, she told Miles about her dream.

"That's interesting," Miles said. "So, do we have a Sir Galahad reincarnation? Maybe he's one of the Knights." Miles looked at her questioningly.

"Look, I don't know. None of them seem nice enough to be Galahad." Allie pointed out.

"You have a point there," Miles conceded. "Maybe you should talk to Will and Lance about it."

"That's what I'll do. Thanks, Miles." Allie said, going off to find Will.

"I didn't mean right…Oh, never mind." Miles stuttered.

The sandy-haired boy drop-kicked the football then watched as it flew through the goal.

"I've got to tell Allie." Miles muttered, and then rushed off to find her. He was in such a rush, he didn't notice that his pen(which was really Merlin's wizard staff) had fallen out of his pocket and onto the floor. Nor was he there to watch as it was picked up, and with little more than a thought from the holder, turned into a piece of chalk. The holder of the pen-turned-chalk put it in their pocket before smirking maliciously. Things were about to get very interesting.