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 Hey y'all! this is a misculanious book i'm working on! tell me if you like it! (poll above. story near bottom.) but first... (\_/) The Percy Jackson pledge: Annabeth: Do I ever cross your mind? Annabeth runs away in shock and pain and Percy runs after her and says... Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! By: BiancaBlairJackson (All courtesy of MythicalGirl) http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2956767/MythicalGirl17 NOW for the story. enjoy! Pro-log Hi, I’m Preston. I’m just like you in lots of ways. But different in just many. For instance I go to prison-I mean school. But after that is where we differ. My school is more like a prison than you’d think. They suppressed our urge to leave by feeding us the nourishing lie that we would soon see our family’s again, and we’d be normal kids again. Now, nobody can remember much before the age of ten so we don’t even know what our families look like. Or sound like. Or feel like. But I’m getting off-point. I have to go so listen to this. Chapter 1: I escape the prison known as ‘school’ I probably should have been looking at the test instead of her, but I couldn’t help it. She was really pretty. With her shiny black, waist long hair, and soft goldeny-yellow eyes. Sigh… I snapped to attention when the teacher called to bring up our tests. I panicked and looked at Emily pleadingly and she just shook her head. I sighed and handed the teacher my test. “Nothing again, Mr. Rite? Hm. No surprise there.” A few people snickered and pointed, but I was used to it. Almost every test I’ve ever taken has been turned in with a bunch of doodles on it, or nothing at all. I stepped out into the hall and Emily walked up to me “what happen back there?” she scolded. “Nothing? Again? What’s going on with you lately?” I didn’t really want to tell her. The other day I’d been staring out the window, as usual, when something walked up to it. I mean things do that all the time like a raccoon, or a snake, but the thing that walked up… just wasn’t normal. “I’m just kind of busy.” I answered hastily “y’know, homework and stuff.” She raised her eyebrow at me. ”We don’t have homework this week.” Professor Falmea walked past us. “Move along children. Discuss your personal lives later.” Emily flushed and stalked off. I sighed and lugged back to my dorm. I pushed open the door and braced myself to be tackled by my roommates, but instead there was but one person, or one thing, sitting in the middle of the room. I squinted through the dark and saw that it looked like some kind of dog skeleton with horns sticking out of its shoulder-blades. “Uh, hello?” I called. “Who, or what, is there?” His odd looking face seemed to stretch into a grin. “Don’t you remember me? And after all we’ve been through?” he made a tsk tsk sound and stood up on his four legs. He began pacing around me in a circle. “You don’t remember me? You can’t have forgotten me already.” I just stared at him until he stopped pacing. “Does the name Nicolas ring a bell? You idiot.” I blinked. Suddenly it clicked. Then I remembered something I really didn’t want to remember. “Nick? I thought they sent you home when we were six?” He scowled as if he were also just noticing. “Yes. And as I recall it was you who got me kicked out. I trusted you! I told you all I remembered, and you betrayed me!” I grimaced. I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. Nick was my only friend besides Emily and now he hated me. “Of course not!” he chided. “I just came here to deliver a message.” I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of message?” The smile returned to his ghostly face. “A message that could very well change your life, Preston. You no not what I’ve been doing these last eight years so I’m here to tell you.” he reached out his canine hand. “Take my hand. I’ll show you.” I reached out and touched his sand-papery paw, and he immediately shifted into a puff of purple smoke. I recoiled in fear as I too began to melt to purple dust. I rematerialized right outside of the schools doors at the same moment someone was opening them. I covered my eyes as someone through something out of the building, but it phased right through me. But the bigger shock was that the thing that landed next to me was Nick. Chapter 2: I become king of I ran to his side and tried to help him up, but my hand phased right through him. I stepped aside as six-year-old Nick struggled to his feet. Suddenly, everything seemed to blur, and I was staring at nick, instead in full skeleton form. Everything blurred again and I was looking at the middle of a fight between Nick and some kind of melted rock monster. “Are you kidding?” Nickolas cried, outraged. “The lord does not have time for me, his most important recruit?” “He cannot afford to attend to every trivial piece of the puzzle. He must attend to other…. matters what should happen next? PM me! This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. |
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