Sorry for the long wait. With school, builders club, and tutoring little kids after school starting, I'm not sure when the next update could be. Soorrry! Long chapter for the too long wait!
Room 115 floor 1: Capri Skye.
"Ow." Capri groans, stretching and clenching her eyes tightly together. As she moves, her body aches, and she shrinks back to her original position. She opens her eyes slowly, then blinks quickly. Nothing. She opens her eyes once more and all she sees is darkness. She lets out a high pitched wail and scrambles into a sitting position as she hears people flood into the room.
"What, what's wrong?" One of the doctors ask, rushing around and checking all her vitals. Once he finds everything in place, he orders the rest of the doctors out of the room.
"I-I-I can't see…" Capri mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper. She hears a sharp intake of breath, and something clattering somewhere nearby.
"I was hoping this wasn't going to be the case…" The doctor sighs, then continues. "Capri, you suffered a sever head injury when you fell down the stairs after fighting with your sister…" She turns her head sideways, thinking of what actually happened. She remembers her father, and the terrible fight. Her father must have came back and covered up his tracks… She yelps, scared.
"Does something hurt?" The doctor questioned, concerned. She shook her head. Trying to clear her it, while also reassuring the doctor.
"Oh, and my name is Doctor Sanders. I was taking care of you the two days you were out." He says, raising his hand up and placing it in Capri's.
"Nice to meet you…" She whispers, leaning against the bed.
"Yes, well, I'll let you get some rest.." He mumbles, and she hears fading footsteps.
I'm….blind?
Room 119 First floor: Sora Skye
A few rooms down, Sora is watching Tv. Her shoulder burns horribly, and her other arm is wrapped up in a cast. The large purple bruise on her back ached, but she couldn't help but worry about her sister. The doctors said that the two girls fell down the stairs after fighting, even though it was not true, she went with it, not wanting anyone to know about their father. She hears a knock at the door.
"Come in." She says, allowing whoever just knocked to come into the room.
"We have news on your sister." Molly, her nurse says, her eyes relaying empathy.
"What? How is she?" Sora almost yells, jumping up from her bed, but instantly regretting it. Her back gives a sharp pain and she stumbles onto her bed, hitting her bad shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Molly asks quickly, going to help Sora.
"Yes. Now what's the news on my sister?" Sora mumbles, starting to get slightly annoyed.
"Well, she seems okay. The only concern that we have is she… she lost…. She lost her vision." The nurse explains slowly. "Do you want to visit her?" Sora nods vigorously, anxiously trying to get up without falling. Molly comes over to her and helps her into her wheelchair. Much to Sora's annoyance, the nurse goes very slow, fiddling with a bunch of things, before finally pushing her over to Capri's room. They walk in.
"Capri?" Sora whispers, pushing herself over to her sisters bed and holding her hand.
"How you feelin?" Sora asks, and Capri shakes her head, a small stream of tears falling down her face.
Meanwhile, Landon is up to his usual behavior, that not even Claire knows about. Walking around the school and spotting his next victim, he walks up to none other than Sinjin Van Cleef.
"Hey Sinjin." Landon mutters, reaching behind the lanky boy and grabbing his portable TV in his locker and putting it in his bag without Sinjin noticing. His family could really use a TV.. Even a small one.
"Hi." Sinjin says creepily. "Wanna see some of the new chewed food I added to my locker?"
"Uh, no I'm good.. Just wanted to say hi.." Landon says quickly, readjusting his backpack and tugging at his shirt awkwardly.
"Well, okay, bye." Sinjin says, then walks off after Jade., who proceeds to give him a death glare and count to three, while holding up her scissors. That kid will never learn… He thinks, before sighing and walking off to his locker. He tosses his backpack in and grabs his things for the next hour of the day. Closing his locker, he walks off to Math
Claire smiles , running around the track for the seventh time, passing multiple people. She laughs silently, taking a deep breath and letting is out. Glancing at her stopwatch, she pushes herself to run faster. Her goal it to run two mile in ten minutes. She has two more laps, and is barely pushing seven minutes. Her mind isn't even focused on running, it's a second life to her, so she begins thinking about her blackmail plan with Capri and Sora. They weren't in school for the last few days, and no one knew what happened.. Maybe it had something to do with their father..? After finishing her two miles, she checked her watch. Nine minutes thirty three seconds. A new record! She jogged home and logged onto her laptop.
Hmm, I wonder what the Skye twins father was in jail for.. Guess I'd better find out.. She thinks mischievously. Once logged onto the computer, she pulls up google and types in Victor Skye. Many pages come up, but she clicks the first one. 'Biography of Victor Skye' It reads. She scrolls down to the spot that says criminal records. There is a video. She clicks the link and turns up the volume, listening to the news reported talk.
Victor Skye had just been convicted of killing his own daughter, fifteen year old Olivia Skye. He is sentenced to jail for twenty years, with no possible bail. More news to follow. Claire's eyes bulge as she takes it all in.. The twins have a murderer as a father..? Why didn't she know this..? Claire logs off quickly and jumps into her car, driving off to the closest hospital. The LA Medical Center.
Zoie smirks, holding a small pink notebook in her left hand, sealed shut with a tiny lock, keys still attached. She sighs, thinking of how easy it was to steal from Trina. She keeps walking, yet she thinks about how she got the diary…
"Hey Trina! How are you?" Zoie asks, her voice high and annoying.
" Good." Trina mumbles, while in the process of fluffing her hair and pushing her lips out so she looks like a duck. Zoie laughs humorously, then shakes her head, going back to her mission.
"So, I heard that a famous producer was looking for you today. He was in the black box when I saw him last." She lies easily, the words slipping out of her mouth with a certain hint of truth in it. Trina's drops her bag, not even bothering to shut her locker and sprints down the hall, yelling at and pushing anyone and anything in her way. Zoie rummages through her backpack, until she spots a shiny pink notebook tucked into the front pocket.
"Bingo." She whispers to herself. While putting everything back in Trina's backpack, she hit's a small button; grimacing when she heard Trina's horrible voice. The Recorded tape was labeled Trina Vega, most amazing singer in the world. She frowns, placing it back in her backpack, and her backpack on the floor where Trina dropped it. Spinning on her heels, she walks back to her locker.
Mission Completed.
The bright flames flickered around Toni, reaching higher and higher, until it seemed that the smoke was mixing with the clouds in the sky. He kept his eyes pealed for anything or anyone who could be watching him play with fire. Placing the tip of a stick in the fire, he brought it close to his face, yet not close enough to leave a burn. He watched in amusement as the flames burnt up the stick, only dropping it when the fire began to lick at his fingertips. Dropping the burning stick, it lands on his shoe, burning a hole through the layers of his shoes, exposing his bare foot.
"Shoot." He mutters, kicking off the stick before it could do any more damage. It was sent soaring through the air, and finished burning mid-flight. The fire begins flickering and spreading towards the forest, leaving a hot black trail. Panicking, Toni runs off, forgetting his hat, far enough away from the fire that it wouldn't get burnt…
Esteban lays on his bed, arms behind head, feet kicked out in front of him, his PearPhone resting on his stomach. His phone buzzes once, signaling that he has gotten a text.
To: Esteban(:
From: 229-345-0945
Hey there hot stuff(;
He stares at the text blankly, wondering who it was. Could it be Jade… ?
To: 229-345-0945
From: Esteban(:
Who is this?
He types quickly and crosses his fingers, praying that it would be Jade.
To: Esteban(:
From:229-345-0945
Trina Vega!
He stares at his phone, a look of pure shock etched out on his face.
To: Trina
From: Esteban(:
Oh, okay. Why'd you call me hot..?
To: Esteban(:
From: Trina
Because you are! Wanna date me? (;
Esteban sighs, thinking about what he told Beck. Dang, he didn't think Beck would get Trina to ask him out. Well, better tell the truth.
To: Trina
From: Esteban(:
Uhh, well, I know that Beck told you that I like you, but I only told him that to cover up that fact that I like Jade. Your pretty and everything, but I like Jade, sorry.
He hits send, and waits not so patiently for a response. When his phone rings, he holds his breath and reads the message.
To: Esteban(:
From: Trina
How could you like her, when you could have me? She would never like you anyways, she's dating Beck.
His heart skips a beat. She's right, Jade'll never like him. He sighs and replies quickly.
To: Trina
From: Esteban(:
I know, okay. Bye.
He tosses his phone on his dresser and closes his eyes, heartbroken.
Belle groans, throwing her hands up in defeat.
"I did it, okay? She was being mean, and I wanted revenge." She tries to explain to her mother, who somehow heard about the spray painting at school.
"That was very un-ladylike! Being a princess and all, even if no one knows, that would get your crown taken away! What do you say for yourself?" Her mom questions, staring deeply into Belle's eyes and standing tall.
"I'm sorry mother." Belle whispers sadly, hanging her head and walking up to her room.
"Not so fast. For being un-ladylike and doing something so horrendous, you have an hour of princess training starting now." She sighs, holding her head up high, back straight, small angelic smile plastered on her face. She knew this would happen. Every time she does something bad, it's more and more training! She can't take it anymore.
"Mom? Why can't I be treated like a normal kid? Being grounded, loss of phone, stuff like that?" She whines, her eyes pleading.
"No back talk! And if you want to be grounded and have your phone taken away, so be it. But you still have to do your princess lessons! No questions asked! Now go and change into appropriate clothing young lady!" Her mother yelled, though still seeming to sound like a lady while yelling.
Why can't I be normal?" Belle thinks, as she changes into a poofy peach dress.
"When you hear the words flob flew, you will act like a bloodhound, and trace this scent." Arrow says quietly, in the process of hypnotizing his neighbor to find out where Toni lives. The young girl nods, her eyes still lightly closed.
"Flob Flew." He says, a bit louder. The girl gets down on all fours, and barks, imitating a dog. Arrow lowers a blue hoodie down to the girls face, and she smells it. Grabbing it between her teeth, she leads the way. She stops at the edge of a small meadow, yowling quietly. Arrow snaps his fingers, and she snaps out of her trance, and stands up, watching quietly next to Arrow.
"What is he doing?" The little girl asks.
"Playing with fire. Something you should never do." Arrow replied, glancing at her for a second, then looking back to Toni. He looked back just in time to see him drop a flaming stick on his foot, burning a large hole in the top. Toni kicked it away, and watched it fly through the air. The fire was becoming incontrollable, and he runs, in the process of leaving, he forgets his hat. Arrow calls the fire department, and walks out to the sidewalk, just pretending he was just walking by and saw smoke.
Connor walked into the door of his foster parents home. They were the only parents who decided to keep him for more than a month. He sighed, tossing his backpack on the ground and walking into the kitchen.
"Hello brother." A familiar voice says from behind. A mirror copy of Connor stood, face to face with his brother. Connor makes a sound of disgust.
"What are you doing here?" He mutters, rummaging through the fridge for some water.
" I live here now! Isn't that exciting?" Camden says, faking happiness. Connor looks over to his brother, spitting the mouthfull of water everywhere.
"What? Why?" He sputters, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
"Your foster parents adopted me too, once they found out I was your twin." He says, voice dripping with boredom.
"I'm going to my room." Connor says, turning and walking across the hall.
"What do you mean your room? That's our room." Camden says, smirking.
This is going to be a nightmare… Connor thinks.
I'm so fat. Sawyer thinks, lifting up her shirt to reveal her stick thin figure and pointy ribs. She runs her hands across her stomach, poking at places she thinks are fat.
Robbie would never like me. He goes for skinny girls, like Cat, or Tori. Not even Rex has ever flirted with me! She thinks, shaking her head sadly. Not that she wants a puppet to flirt with her, but Robbie…
"I must have gained 3 pounds since last month! I'm such a whale!" She whispers to herself and flops down on her bed, then jumps back up, going over to the drum set in the corner of her room. She sits down and begins to drum a complicated beat, letting her emotions drain out through her music.
"Time for dinner!" Her mother yells up the stairs. She sets her drumsticks down and walks down the stairs slowly.
"Uh, I'm not hungry mom.." She whispers. Not wanting to gain more weight.
"Nonsense. You need your nutrition! Your so skinny!" Her mom says, poking her stomach.
"Mom.." She complains, but sits down, knowing that it was a lost cause.
How am I going to become skinny when my mom keeps forcing me to eat?
Angelo sits quietly, a can of monster sitting on the floor next to him, homework sitting on his lap. Numerous papers were strewn across the floor, and his guitar was tilting off the stand, and his bed was a mess. Standing up, he digs through his closet, pulling out a pack of tiny bombs.
"Let's have some fun…" He whispers to himself, walking towards the tiny meadow just beside his house. Setting a tiny bomb down in the middle of the meadow, he lights it then runs back towards the house. The explosion was earsplitting and he laughed, the noise making a car horn blare. Taking out the next bomb; a stink bomb to be exact, he walked around his block to a 15 year old boy's house. The boy had stole one of his firework sets, and he wasn't about to get away with it. Sneaking towards the back of the house, he lit the bomb and threw it in the boys window; which was conveniently left open, then turned and ran, laughing.
Ahh, how I love stink bombs.
Andre, Tori, Jade, Beck, Robbie, Cat, Trina, and Sinjin were all huddled in a circle in Tori and Trina's house.
"Okay, were here to discuss the strange things that have been happening at Hollywood Arts." Tori announced, looking at everyone in the circle. "So, what's happened so far?"
"My tiny TV was stolen!" Sinjin yells, first to answer Tori's question.
"The fire." Cat puts in, twirling her hair around her finger.
"That truth or dare game was quite interesting.." Beck adds.
"My diary was stolen!" Trina shouts, and Tori holds back a laugh.
"The spray painting." Robbie says. "And I know it wasn't Tori." He adds.
"Thanks Robbie." Tori says, smiling brightly at Robbie. "And who knows what else could happen?" She says, her smile fading.
"I know it's not one of us." Andre says, leaning his head on his hand. "And none of this had ever happened before those new kids came."
"I agree with the dork." Jade says, "I know it has to be them, and whatever we do, we have to Stop Them."
Yay! That's the end of this chapter! It took me forever to write! Please give me your feedback in a review! Please?(:
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