Okay, so here's the first chapter. If I get enough review's I'll post the
second, which is where most of the action happens.
Disclaimer: I borrowed the book of Shadows and the Spell from Charmed, but don't worry, I'm returning it!
The Truth is Out there....and it hurts!
Chapter One
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"Oh MAN!" Jack Kelley groaned as he entered the small attic with two of his best friends, David Jacobs and Racetrack Higgins. "There sure is a lotta dust in this old room!"
"No duh genius, that's why it's called an attic," Racetrack smirked.
"So what exactly are we doing in here?" David inquired, pushing some cobwebs out of his way.
"Lookin'," Race said.
"For what?" David asked.
"Oh yeah, you wasn't here, was ya?" Racetrack said. "Well, it's ol' Kloppy's birthday on Sunday and we'se was thinkin' he might have some kind of address book so we'se can invite alla his friends," He explained.
"In the attic?" David asked.
"Well we already looked in all the obvious places," Jack snapped. "Now just shut up and help"
David shrugged and went to work, pushing past old piles of dust and cobwebs, looking through boxes and chests of treasures. He opened one particularly old chest and was surprised to see it was nearly empty, except for a big, leather-bound book. He picked it up and wiped off the dust, reading the inscriptions.
"The Book of Shadows," he read. "Hey guys, look at this!" But Racetrack and Jack were deep in conversation about the new Distribution Manager, Mr. Adams.
"So I guess you didn't talk to him about lyin' to us, right?" Race asked Jack.
"Of course I did, just like I said I would," Jack replied. "Hey, Am I getting a zit on my chin?"
"Can't even see it," Racetrack assured him.
David turned back to the book and nearly had a heart attack as the old, rusty pages began to turn by themselves. Finally, they stopped.
"The Truth Spell?" David read, hardly believing what he saw. "What the hell is this?" he looked at the ancient writing, and began to read it
"For those who want the truth revealed, open hearts and secrets unsealed, from now until it's now again, after which the memories end." he paused, as a small gust of wind was felt around him. The hair on his arms was standing up straight and goose bumps were appearing, but something pressed him to keep reading.
"Those who now are in this house, will hear the truth from others mouths." He finished, and waited. But nothing happened, no gusts of winds, no crashing pictures...David shrugged and placed the book back in the chest, turning back to Jack and Race.
"So you really can't see it?" Jack asked, fingering the zit on his chin.
"Are you kidding? It looks like that thing has a life of its own. So you really told off Mr. Adams, huh?" Racetrack queried.
"No, I lied. I chickened out." Jack shrugged. They stared at each other, their words sinking in.
"What do you mean it has a life of its own?!" Jack shouted, standing up.
"What do YOU mean, you chickened out?!" Race retaliated. "We were counting on you!"
"Um...guys?" David said tentatively.
"He's a huge guy!" Jack said. "I'm a 17 year old Newsie, for god's sake! What am I supposed to do? Stand on a pile of a crates and box him?!"
"Guys?" David asked again, louder.
"You could of!" Racetrack shouted back. "It would be better than lying!"
"GUYS!" David shouted, and the two furious newsies glared at him.
"What?!" they shouted at the same time.
"Something weird is happening, we all need to calm down," David said. "I'm sure either of you didn't mean it,"
"Yes I did," They said at the same time.
"Oh here we go again," David sighed as they began yelling. "SHUT UP!" He shouted as loudly as he could. "Now Listen both of you! I don't know what the hell's the matter with either one of you piles of trash, but just stop it! My head is pounding, I should be in goddamn school but I sluffed, and you two aren't helping!"
"You're supposed to be in school?" Jack asked, his eyes wide.
"We are not piles of trash!" Race said haughtily.
"Did I just say what I think I said?" David gasped.
"Yes," Jack said, a smile forming on his lips. "You really cut class!"
David turned and looked back at the box. "Something REALLY weird is going on here..."
Disclaimer: I borrowed the book of Shadows and the Spell from Charmed, but don't worry, I'm returning it!
The Truth is Out there....and it hurts!
Chapter One
****
"Oh MAN!" Jack Kelley groaned as he entered the small attic with two of his best friends, David Jacobs and Racetrack Higgins. "There sure is a lotta dust in this old room!"
"No duh genius, that's why it's called an attic," Racetrack smirked.
"So what exactly are we doing in here?" David inquired, pushing some cobwebs out of his way.
"Lookin'," Race said.
"For what?" David asked.
"Oh yeah, you wasn't here, was ya?" Racetrack said. "Well, it's ol' Kloppy's birthday on Sunday and we'se was thinkin' he might have some kind of address book so we'se can invite alla his friends," He explained.
"In the attic?" David asked.
"Well we already looked in all the obvious places," Jack snapped. "Now just shut up and help"
David shrugged and went to work, pushing past old piles of dust and cobwebs, looking through boxes and chests of treasures. He opened one particularly old chest and was surprised to see it was nearly empty, except for a big, leather-bound book. He picked it up and wiped off the dust, reading the inscriptions.
"The Book of Shadows," he read. "Hey guys, look at this!" But Racetrack and Jack were deep in conversation about the new Distribution Manager, Mr. Adams.
"So I guess you didn't talk to him about lyin' to us, right?" Race asked Jack.
"Of course I did, just like I said I would," Jack replied. "Hey, Am I getting a zit on my chin?"
"Can't even see it," Racetrack assured him.
David turned back to the book and nearly had a heart attack as the old, rusty pages began to turn by themselves. Finally, they stopped.
"The Truth Spell?" David read, hardly believing what he saw. "What the hell is this?" he looked at the ancient writing, and began to read it
"For those who want the truth revealed, open hearts and secrets unsealed, from now until it's now again, after which the memories end." he paused, as a small gust of wind was felt around him. The hair on his arms was standing up straight and goose bumps were appearing, but something pressed him to keep reading.
"Those who now are in this house, will hear the truth from others mouths." He finished, and waited. But nothing happened, no gusts of winds, no crashing pictures...David shrugged and placed the book back in the chest, turning back to Jack and Race.
"So you really can't see it?" Jack asked, fingering the zit on his chin.
"Are you kidding? It looks like that thing has a life of its own. So you really told off Mr. Adams, huh?" Racetrack queried.
"No, I lied. I chickened out." Jack shrugged. They stared at each other, their words sinking in.
"What do you mean it has a life of its own?!" Jack shouted, standing up.
"What do YOU mean, you chickened out?!" Race retaliated. "We were counting on you!"
"Um...guys?" David said tentatively.
"He's a huge guy!" Jack said. "I'm a 17 year old Newsie, for god's sake! What am I supposed to do? Stand on a pile of a crates and box him?!"
"Guys?" David asked again, louder.
"You could of!" Racetrack shouted back. "It would be better than lying!"
"GUYS!" David shouted, and the two furious newsies glared at him.
"What?!" they shouted at the same time.
"Something weird is happening, we all need to calm down," David said. "I'm sure either of you didn't mean it,"
"Yes I did," They said at the same time.
"Oh here we go again," David sighed as they began yelling. "SHUT UP!" He shouted as loudly as he could. "Now Listen both of you! I don't know what the hell's the matter with either one of you piles of trash, but just stop it! My head is pounding, I should be in goddamn school but I sluffed, and you two aren't helping!"
"You're supposed to be in school?" Jack asked, his eyes wide.
"We are not piles of trash!" Race said haughtily.
"Did I just say what I think I said?" David gasped.
"Yes," Jack said, a smile forming on his lips. "You really cut class!"
David turned and looked back at the box. "Something REALLY weird is going on here..."
