A/N: Tee hee hee... I am flipping through a book on Western Trees... I need a name for Holly's dad... Ooo, here is one that will work ^^ It sucks, though, oh well, I don't care ^^ I picked names for Holly's parents ^^ YAAAH ME!!!!!!! By the by, this is a fraction
3-(-1) / -2-1
Hehe... I have math in this chapter ^^;;; Eeeep!!! My fingers are frozen... what is the temperature in this house?? It's at 20 but it feels like 15. Well, I am hitting front slash instead of backspace and various other things like that, but all is well... stupid heater...
Disclaimer: I don't own Holly, her dad, her mom and, um any other character besides Night mentioned in this chappy... unless I add more character(s) like a maid or something... I don't know what is going to happen in this chapter, so I will just write it now ^^
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"HOLLY!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??? IT HAS BEEN 53 MINUTES SINCE SCHOOL ENDED!!" Holly's mother, Primrose Short, half shrieked, half asked. Primrose was, if possible, the complete opposite of her daughter. Blonde, blue eyed, head filled with thoughts like the latest movie star, the last fashion, who has the best chances with Jewel Dogwood, Haven's little celebrity. But right now, Primrose Short's mind was filled with thoughts about her rambunctious, rebel daughter. The feeling of confusion oozed from her very being. Normally, the emotion that leaked from Primrose was haughtiness. Primrose is the wife of the best LEP officer, she is high on the popularity order, she's rich, she's beautiful. She could be the biggest bitch under the world, but everyone would still want to be her friend. So of course Holly's oh-so-modest mother can be haughty. Nobody cares. She is the woman every girl wants to be. Except Holly, her daughter. The one person Primrose wants to be like her, be her, would rather be her father. Oh yeah, Holly is definitely not her mother's daughter.
"I'm busy. Here, you may want this," Holly handed her mother the note from Mrs. Mandrake.
"Holly! I am ashamed of you! That is the second note this week and it is only Wednesday! Just you wait until your father gets home! He'll put you in your place!" Primrose shrieked after reading the note. Holly smiled. Damn her mother was predictable...
"THAT IS NOT FUNNY, YOUNG LADY!!" Primrose yelled. Oops, Holly didn't mean to actually smile, "NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM AND WHEN YOUR FATHER GETS HOME..." Primrose trailed off.
"FINE!!" Holly yelled, pretending to be mad at being sent to her room. After all, that is where she was originally going to before she was interrupted by her annoying mother. Holly stomped up to her room. Holly swung open the door and slammed it for impact.
"I guess I should do my homework," Holly mused to herself, "Or maybe I should look at the dagger I found. Option b wins." Holly opened her backpack and pulled out the dagger. There was some sorta stone set in the hilt, at first glance it looked like a ruby, but after closer examination, the stone glowed. The hilt was plain leather and the blade had a silvery-blue shine after Holly whipped off the blood. There were very strange ruins made in the blade... It looked like an ancient form of Gnommish...
"Well, I better start on my homework," Holly sighed, strangely reluctant to put down the weapon. Holly pulled out her school lap-top and placed her hand on the pad. The lock popped open. She then lifted up the screen to eye level. It briefly scanned her retina, and she was in. Holly opened up a folder named Math, then opened up today's assignment. She scrolled down to where she left off and started answering the questions there.
Rise over Run.
A=(-2, 3)
B=(1,-1)
3-(-1) / -2-1
4 / -3
Holly then double checked her answer and moved on to the next. She knew that to get into the LEP, you had to have had good grades. That is why she is one of the top in her class. She has low-nineties overall average. Night's, her best friend and competitor, average is usually one point below, the same or one point above. Well, except in History of Magic. Somehow she always manages to pull of hundreds in it. Holly's class like that is Physical Education. Night isn't really a Phys Ed person... The only sports she can play are Mud-People ones. Dance is something neither of them are well at. They seriously don't get the point of jumping around in circles is. Hence their negative attitudes at it, hence the bad grades. Oh well, neither of them needed Dance for their professions of choice.
Holly finished off her five remaining questions, and then E-Mailed them to Mrs. Mandrake. A question then popped up in Holly's head, how old was Mrs. Mandrake? Of course, the rest of the class often thought of that, and there were bets going around on her age, but Holly had an idea to figure out the evil bitch's age...
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"Well, see you tomorrow, Commander," a hazel eyed, auburn haired man said.
"Have a good night, Cedar," Root nodded and Cedar left his office.
Cedar sighed as he walked towards his house. His intuition told him that something really bad was going to happen. And considering the fact that he was an elf that made his way up in the LEP through his hunches, it was something important. He sped up into a jog, then finally a run, pushing past all of the fairies that got in his way. Soon he could see his house, and putting on a burst of speed, he made it there in record time. Primrose heard him come in.
"Cedar, dear!! Holly's been a bad girl again! Mrs. Mandrake sent home a note and she was late coming home! Go do something about her behavior!" Primrose purred.
"Alright dear," Cedar said, kissed his wife and walked up the stairs to Holly's room.
*~*~*~*~* (A few minutes before)
Holly unlocked her personal lap top. Time to hack into the school's security system. After a few attempts and getting in, Holly made it. It was a real pushover; any amateur like Holly could get in. Mrs. Mandrake, Mrs. Mandrake... Ah, here we are! Holly double clicked on Mrs. Mandrake's name. She scrolled through information that she didn't want at the minute, and she saw what she was looking for. Date of Birth! May 18, 900 AD. This year is 1947 so, Mrs. Mandrake will be 1047 in a few weeks! Now, time to tell everyone!
Holly unblocked Tarra, and opened up a convo with her.
TaRrA says: HOLLY!!! U r finally on!!!
Recon Red says: Yeah
TaRrA says: So, wutsup?
Recon Red says: Nothing much. Just hacked into the school's computers
TaRrA says: Really?
Recon Red says: Really really. I found out that Mrs. Mandrake's birthday is in a few weeks
TaRrA says: If u found out her B-Day, how old is she??
Recon Red says: Invite every single person online in your contacts list, then I will tell you.
TaRrA says: OK!!!
(100 people enter the convo)
Recon Red says: Okay everyone! Listen up!!! I am only saying this once!! On May 18, 900 AD Mrs. Mandrake was born! For all you math challenged fairies, that means that she will be 1047 years old in a few weeks!!!
TaRrA says: Woah! Really old bitch.
(Random Person) says: let's throw her a party!!
TaRrA says: YEAH!! That is a totally cool idea!!
Recon Red has left the conversation
There was a knock on Holly's door.
"Who is it?" Holly asked.
"Me," her father, Cedar said.
"Come in!" Holly invited.
"How are you?" Cedar asked.
"Great," Holly replied.
"You got another note, didn't you," Cedar said gently.
"Yah, but I also found this!" Holly picked up the dagger.
"Let me see that," Cedar said, worried. Holly held it out, hilt first, but her father didn't grab it. Instead, without touching it, he peered at the writing.
"The writing. Do you know what it says?" asked Holly.
"Only roughly. But I can read enough of it to realize that the dagger is very dangerous," Cedar said, "Come. We have to go to Police Plaza."
"Alright," Holly said, slightly confused. She shut down all of her computers running and locked them. She walked out of her room and locked it. Holly ran down the stairs after her father.
"What's the hurry?" Holly panted. Cedar didn't answer her question.
"Do you have the dagger with you?" Cedar asked.
"Yes."
"Good." They ran out of the house and on the street. Cedar was leading and a black haired female elf got in his way. He shoved her.
"HEY!!! WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING!!" the elf yelled.
"Hey Night! We're going to Police Plaza. It has something to do with this dagger!" Holly said.
"I'm coming with," Night said.
"No time to argue. I don't know if Root is still in the building!" Cedar panted.
"Didn't either of you phone to see?" Night asked. Cedar and Holly look at each other.
"Umm."
"YOU ARE A PAIR OF IDIOTS!!!" Night yelled, then tore down the street with Cedar and Holly in hot pursuit.
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"Miss. You can't be in here," a bored looking secretary said.
"I CAN'T BE IN HERE??? WHY NOT???" Night yelled.
"You are not LEP personal," the secretary whined.
"Screw you. Captain Short and his daughter are right behind me," Night growled.
"Captain Short already signed out," the secretary simpered.
"Well, he is coming back. Don't harass me, or you'll find yourself stuck on the ceiling," Night snarled.
"I would like to see you carry out your threat little girl," the secretary said.
"Watch me," Night hissed, her nose centimeters away from the secretary. Fortunately for the secretary, Cedar and Holly choice that moment to walk in.
"Night, could you just co-operate for once?" Holly sighed.
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!!" Night yelled, "Can I see your dagger?"
"Sure," Holly handed Night the dagger. Night peered at the symbols on the blade.
"By the powers granted to me, the elements of the Ancient World, I command thee to yield thy magick," Night read, "Ouch."
"What does that mean?" Holly asked.
Night ignored her and said, "Don't we have a reason for being here?"
"Right," Cedar said then turned to the secretary, "Is Commander Root still here?"
"Yes, Captain," the secretary replied.
"Good. Let's go to his office," Cedar said. The trio walked into an elevator and went up to the level that Root's office was on. They walked down the hall and stopped at Root's door. Cedar knocked.
"Come in," a gravelly voice said. Night kicked open the door.
"Night, was that necessary?" Holly asked.
"Of course not. I just wanted to kick something," Night said.
"Hello Commander," Cedar said, then with obvious dislike, "Cudgeon."
"Ah Cedar, what are you doing back here?" Root asked.
"Dude, that guy," Night points at Cudgeon, "is evil."
"What makes you say that, little girl?" Cudgeon said softly.
"Your aura," Night said, unperturbed, "And my intuition tells me that."
"Well, your intuition is, wrong," Cudgeon's voice was even softer. Holly could resist shivering.
What has Night gotten herself into this time? Holly thought to herself.
"I am not telling you anything till he leaves," Night points at Cudgeon.
"I was just leaving, Miss," Cudgeon trailed off.
"Shade, Night Shade," Night said, her green eyes sharp.
"Well, good bye Miss. Shade, Commander, Miss. Short," Cudgeon said. Holly coughed. "Oh yes. You too Cedar."
"That's Captain Short to you," Cedar said softly.
"Forgive me, Captain," Cudgeon said, then left closing the door behind him. Night waited for a few seconds and yanked open the door. A faint shimmer fell to the ground.
"Bye Bye Lieutenant Cudgeon," Night said sweetly and kicked the shimmer out of the room, "And don't try that again, cause I won't be as nice," Night smiled nastily.
"Was that completely necessary?" Root asked.
"Yes," Night drawled.
"He's a back stabber, Root. Be careful," Cedar warned.
"He's my friend," Root replied.
Night, ever tactless, said, "Shut up. More important things right now." Root responded by his face turning redder.
"Holly found this dagger, Commander," Cedar said.
"Sooo," Root said.
"It is a magic dagger, duh!" Night said.
"Then what does it do?" Root said.
"I don't know," Holly said.
"I will after I go through my library," Night said.
"Tell us how you found it, Holly," Cedar said. Holly told the tale of the fight.
"Can I see that dagger?" Root asked. Holly slowly put it on his desk. Root reached out to pick it up.
"DON'T TOUCH IT!!!" Night suddenly shouted.
"Why not?" Root asked.
"Cause I think I know what the dagger does now," Night said.
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A/N: Okay, there you go everyone!! Have a nice day!!
~ Mage Kitty =^.^=