Title: Fate's Feast
Author: Lisa Harrison
Email: dancinginthedark2002@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: Dark Visions, all books
Disclaimer: The characters and storylines from the Dark Visions trilogy belong to LJS. New characters and unrecognised plotlines are mine.
Rating: PG
Summary: Two completely different girls find they have physic powers and decide to join forces and have some fun. Can Kait and her friends stop them before their gifts get out of hand?
Notes: feedback appreciated.
Part 1:
The glass flew across the room, shattering against the classroom window with a startlingly loud crash. Crystal sharps rained down on Lucy Marders, the unfortunate girl who sat next to the window. Voices erupted throughout the classroom, people were leaping out of their seats. Lucy was shrieking at a tiny cut on her upper arm.
Chyna's eyes rolled. She was probably the only person who couldn't give a damn something had happened to Lucy. She turned back to her text book, trying to concentrate on European history, with the racket in the room, it was kind of hard.
Lucy was whining about the blood stain on her cashmere sweater. Her best friend Alyson Parks was leading her to the school nurse. Class was soon dismissed. Chyna sighed, gathering her books slowly.
"Did you *see* that glass? I totally think this school must be *haunted*. It *so* moved completely on it's own!"
Chyna gritted her teeth. She really wasn't in the mood for people right now. She would must prefer to be alone, but it looked like Chelsea Fletcher had latched herself onto Chyna for the remainder of that period.
"I was concentrating on the lesson. Even European History is more interesting than Lucy," Chyna said icily.
"The glass just *moved*. It was kind of cool really." Chelsea was one of those irritating girls who never ran out of energy. She was small boned with sun blonde hair usually tied back in a ponytail. She was dressed in a pink top with a pattern of white daises and blue denim shorts. She tended to move from group to group, fitting in anywhere she wanted.
Chyna didn't even know why Chelsea talked to her. Chyna was your average nobody. She was tall with long black hair and blue-violet eyes. She didn't like to draw attention to herself. "I have no interest in flying glasses or Lucy. The only thing that would be *cool* would be if the glass had exploded in Lucy's face," she answered. "Leave me alone." She headed out of the room. There was another half an hour until her last class of the day. She certainly didn't want to spent it with Chelsea.
"What *is* it with you?" Chelsea snorted, shaking her head, hands on her hips. "Girl, you need to get the bug out your butt, big time." She walked off, finding a group of cheerleaders near by, who were much happier to receive her.
"Sometimes I swear that girl must have shares in pep pill companies."
Chyna even managed to smirk as she left the room herself. Her mood had improved slightly as Bryan Fraser joined her. He was a nice, ordinary guy, in *her* opinion, also drop dead gorgeous. He was about 5'8, eyes the colour of a starry night. He seemed to be against shaving, leaving him with what would probably be a full beard by the time he was 20. He hasn't too fussed about hair either, his chocolate brown locks were wavy and careless. His casual, laid back attitude got him noticed enough to have a place with the popular crowd, though he was always nice to Chyna, ever since they had worked on a chemistry project together.
"I guess the face would be wishful thinking."
Chyna nodded. "Still, I'd love to meet whoever threw that glass and congratulate them."
Bryan chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you'd have to get on the waiting list."
"*Bryan*, where did you go? I'm in need of your services. Lucy's been hurt and her car's at the garage and Kira has mine. Why do you even bother to *talk* to these freaks?"
Chyna's eyes rolled as Bryan's girlfriend Jacine waltzed up to join them, slipping her arms around his waist. Jacine was one of those snotty, rich, model gorgeous popular girls. Chyna couldn't understand why decent guys like Bryan dated bitches like Jacine. Bryan smiled at Chyna apologetically as Jacine dragged him off down the hall.
Chyna's mood hit rock bottom again. She scowled, clenching her fists in anger as she stalked off to the library. As she went, the rows of lockers on either side of her burst open.
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Author: Lisa Harrison
Email: dancinginthedark2002@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: Dark Visions, all books
Disclaimer: The characters and storylines from the Dark Visions trilogy belong to LJS. New characters and unrecognised plotlines are mine.
Rating: PG
Summary: Two completely different girls find they have physic powers and decide to join forces and have some fun. Can Kait and her friends stop them before their gifts get out of hand?
Notes: feedback appreciated.
Part 1:
The glass flew across the room, shattering against the classroom window with a startlingly loud crash. Crystal sharps rained down on Lucy Marders, the unfortunate girl who sat next to the window. Voices erupted throughout the classroom, people were leaping out of their seats. Lucy was shrieking at a tiny cut on her upper arm.
Chyna's eyes rolled. She was probably the only person who couldn't give a damn something had happened to Lucy. She turned back to her text book, trying to concentrate on European history, with the racket in the room, it was kind of hard.
Lucy was whining about the blood stain on her cashmere sweater. Her best friend Alyson Parks was leading her to the school nurse. Class was soon dismissed. Chyna sighed, gathering her books slowly.
"Did you *see* that glass? I totally think this school must be *haunted*. It *so* moved completely on it's own!"
Chyna gritted her teeth. She really wasn't in the mood for people right now. She would must prefer to be alone, but it looked like Chelsea Fletcher had latched herself onto Chyna for the remainder of that period.
"I was concentrating on the lesson. Even European History is more interesting than Lucy," Chyna said icily.
"The glass just *moved*. It was kind of cool really." Chelsea was one of those irritating girls who never ran out of energy. She was small boned with sun blonde hair usually tied back in a ponytail. She was dressed in a pink top with a pattern of white daises and blue denim shorts. She tended to move from group to group, fitting in anywhere she wanted.
Chyna didn't even know why Chelsea talked to her. Chyna was your average nobody. She was tall with long black hair and blue-violet eyes. She didn't like to draw attention to herself. "I have no interest in flying glasses or Lucy. The only thing that would be *cool* would be if the glass had exploded in Lucy's face," she answered. "Leave me alone." She headed out of the room. There was another half an hour until her last class of the day. She certainly didn't want to spent it with Chelsea.
"What *is* it with you?" Chelsea snorted, shaking her head, hands on her hips. "Girl, you need to get the bug out your butt, big time." She walked off, finding a group of cheerleaders near by, who were much happier to receive her.
"Sometimes I swear that girl must have shares in pep pill companies."
Chyna even managed to smirk as she left the room herself. Her mood had improved slightly as Bryan Fraser joined her. He was a nice, ordinary guy, in *her* opinion, also drop dead gorgeous. He was about 5'8, eyes the colour of a starry night. He seemed to be against shaving, leaving him with what would probably be a full beard by the time he was 20. He hasn't too fussed about hair either, his chocolate brown locks were wavy and careless. His casual, laid back attitude got him noticed enough to have a place with the popular crowd, though he was always nice to Chyna, ever since they had worked on a chemistry project together.
"I guess the face would be wishful thinking."
Chyna nodded. "Still, I'd love to meet whoever threw that glass and congratulate them."
Bryan chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you'd have to get on the waiting list."
"*Bryan*, where did you go? I'm in need of your services. Lucy's been hurt and her car's at the garage and Kira has mine. Why do you even bother to *talk* to these freaks?"
Chyna's eyes rolled as Bryan's girlfriend Jacine waltzed up to join them, slipping her arms around his waist. Jacine was one of those snotty, rich, model gorgeous popular girls. Chyna couldn't understand why decent guys like Bryan dated bitches like Jacine. Bryan smiled at Chyna apologetically as Jacine dragged him off down the hall.
Chyna's mood hit rock bottom again. She scowled, clenching her fists in anger as she stalked off to the library. As she went, the rows of lockers on either side of her burst open.
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