Chapter 1
Ivy sat in her room, at her desk, covering her hands with pencil lead. On the paper that was on her desk, was a faery. A dark colored faery. This faery had long red hair down to her butt and she wore a tunic of deep purple. In her hand was a firefly. It's wings transparent to see the world through a different way.
Ivy sighed and tilted the paper at an angle so she could draw the curly bangs to flow out , just at a perfect spot.
Pyrates, faeries, dragons, elves, vampires and other unusual things were Ivy's passion. She was not like other girls her age. She believed herself to be a pyrate. Lying to everyone around her, she said she had pyrate in her blood, even though it wasn't.
Ivy had a fierce attitude about her. She always had to be in charge, always had to have help when needed, and always needed to be relied on. Sometimes, Ivy would get so bossy that her friends would mistake her for a blood thirsty pyrate captain. That's where this whole lie came in.
She had long black hair down to her waist, her eyes were a bright shade of green, and around her eyes, she wore dark black make-up, to make her look evil and feared. Plus it cut down on the glare if she was glaring at anyone. Unlike most black haired people, Ivy had tanned skin. There happened to be no sun whatsoever where she lived, but she just happened to get tanned naturally.
The Disney Channel echoed in the background of her thoughts as she was watching the Disney Channel on the tube right now.
Booming music came out of those speakers and Ivy gasped, looking over at the tube. There on the screen was Captain Jack Sparrow alongside Will Turner. Ivy watched with much interest and watched as the scene changed from sailing the seas, to Will kissing his true love, Elizabeth Swann.
'I wonder what their wedding would look like?,' thought Ivy as she sighed dreamily.
"Pirates of the Caribbean: the Curse of the Black Pearl. Coming to theaters, July 9th," rang Mr. Movie-phones voice.
"Johnny Depp is so hot," Ivy said aloud then realized a presence behind her. She spun around in her swivel chair and stared blankly at her older brother.
He had blonde hair and dark brown eyes, with pale white skin. He was exceptionally thin and had huge ears that jutted outward from his oval shaped head. Ivy always thought of him as a filthy stinky rat. He was the total opposite of her.
"Who were you talking to?," he asked with a small smirk on his face. Ivy sneered and went back to her drawing.
"None of your business, Steven," she drawled making her voice go monotone. Steven's eye twitched and he left his boring, gothic sister alone.
Ding
Ivy looked over at her computer and saw that she had an instant message.
CalicoCat34: Hey!
LovelyDeath89: Hi
CalicoCat34: How's it goin'?
LovelyDeath89: fine
CalicoCat34: cool
CalicoCat34: sounds fun
CalicoCat34: lol
LovelyDeath89: heh
CalicoCat34: What's wrong?
LovelyDeath89: nothing
CalicoCat34: Ivy, something must be wrong if you aren't acting the same
LovelyDeath89: I'm being myself, what more do you want from me?
CalicoCat34: I know
CalicoCat34: I don't know, nothing I guess
LovelyDeath89: Exactly
LovelyDeath89: Hey, you going to the premiere this Friday?
CalicoCat34: yeah
LovelyDeath89: we still goin' together?
CalicoCat34: yeah
LovelyDeath89: Can you wait? I am so excited.
CalicoCat34: POTC is gonna be just like all the other pyrate movies. Hot, sweat-covered pyrates and lots of fight sequences with lots of blood and gore
LovelyDeath89: sounds like my kinda movie *grins*
CalicoCat34: hey I g2g
LovelyDeath89: ok
CalicoCat34: hafta go out to din-din with the 'rents
LovelyDeath89: ok
LovelyDeath89: ttfn
CalicoCat34: cya 2morrow
LovelyDeath89: Ta
CalicoCat34: toodles
LovelyDeath89: yeah
Auto away message from CalicoCat34: currently out and about. Call my cell if you really need me. 3984456 ~Liz~
Ivy sighed and put her own away message up. Doing things unproductive
"Sweetie, it's time for bed," rang Ivy's mother's voice. Ivy looked over her shoulder, out the doorway where her mom stood.
"Okay," she sighed and changed her away message to say Dreaming of death and all it's wonders
"Mom, I don't see why I have to go to bed at 8. And Liz just went out to dinner with her 'rents," Ivy complained as she went into her walk in closet and pulled off her black and red shirt, replacing it with a long frilly gown that women in the 18th centuries used to wear.
"You don't necessarily have to go to bed now. You can read, or watch TV, but remember,"
"All electronics off at 10," Ivy said along with her mom as though it was an old rhyme that their family had said through generations.
Retreating out of her darkened closet, Ivy turned off her computer monitor and got under her red bed covers. Her mother walked into the room and kissed her on the forehead, "Goodnight," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"hmmm," was all Ivy could reply.
Her mom left her as Steven walked in. Ivy's older brother was sort of a father, yet more of an annoying sibling. "'ello poppet," he greeted her with a grin on his face. Ivy let out a small smile.
"Excited for this Friday?"
"Hell yeah," Ivy said in a childish tone, but adult words.
Steven scowled at her and she corrected herself, "Heck yeah."
"Don't go growing up thinking your a pyrate. They weren't all that good. Pillaging, plundering, raping…," he was cut off by Ivy's louder yell.
"I know, I know. Mind who you're talking to, I've researched a he-- heck of a lot more about pyrates than you."
"Oh really?," Steven smirked. "What is a fathom then?"
"That's not a pyrate word. It's more of a seaman word," Ivy snarled.
Steven patted her on the leg and said to her as if he'd caught her in a trap like that man who was trapping cats who ventured into his yard, "You never answer--"
"A fathom is 6 meters. 12 knots is 72 fathoms," Ivy cut him off. "72 fathoms is 432--," but she was now cut off by Steven.
"Okay," he sighed and shook his head, "g'night, mate" And he left her to the darkness except for the color flashing television.
Sinking lower into her pillows, Ivy closed her eyes and was lost to a deep sleep listening to Boy Meets World.
Ivy sat in her room, at her desk, covering her hands with pencil lead. On the paper that was on her desk, was a faery. A dark colored faery. This faery had long red hair down to her butt and she wore a tunic of deep purple. In her hand was a firefly. It's wings transparent to see the world through a different way.
Ivy sighed and tilted the paper at an angle so she could draw the curly bangs to flow out , just at a perfect spot.
Pyrates, faeries, dragons, elves, vampires and other unusual things were Ivy's passion. She was not like other girls her age. She believed herself to be a pyrate. Lying to everyone around her, she said she had pyrate in her blood, even though it wasn't.
Ivy had a fierce attitude about her. She always had to be in charge, always had to have help when needed, and always needed to be relied on. Sometimes, Ivy would get so bossy that her friends would mistake her for a blood thirsty pyrate captain. That's where this whole lie came in.
She had long black hair down to her waist, her eyes were a bright shade of green, and around her eyes, she wore dark black make-up, to make her look evil and feared. Plus it cut down on the glare if she was glaring at anyone. Unlike most black haired people, Ivy had tanned skin. There happened to be no sun whatsoever where she lived, but she just happened to get tanned naturally.
The Disney Channel echoed in the background of her thoughts as she was watching the Disney Channel on the tube right now.
Booming music came out of those speakers and Ivy gasped, looking over at the tube. There on the screen was Captain Jack Sparrow alongside Will Turner. Ivy watched with much interest and watched as the scene changed from sailing the seas, to Will kissing his true love, Elizabeth Swann.
'I wonder what their wedding would look like?,' thought Ivy as she sighed dreamily.
"Pirates of the Caribbean: the Curse of the Black Pearl. Coming to theaters, July 9th," rang Mr. Movie-phones voice.
"Johnny Depp is so hot," Ivy said aloud then realized a presence behind her. She spun around in her swivel chair and stared blankly at her older brother.
He had blonde hair and dark brown eyes, with pale white skin. He was exceptionally thin and had huge ears that jutted outward from his oval shaped head. Ivy always thought of him as a filthy stinky rat. He was the total opposite of her.
"Who were you talking to?," he asked with a small smirk on his face. Ivy sneered and went back to her drawing.
"None of your business, Steven," she drawled making her voice go monotone. Steven's eye twitched and he left his boring, gothic sister alone.
Ding
Ivy looked over at her computer and saw that she had an instant message.
CalicoCat34: Hey!
LovelyDeath89: Hi
CalicoCat34: How's it goin'?
LovelyDeath89: fine
CalicoCat34: cool
CalicoCat34: sounds fun
CalicoCat34: lol
LovelyDeath89: heh
CalicoCat34: What's wrong?
LovelyDeath89: nothing
CalicoCat34: Ivy, something must be wrong if you aren't acting the same
LovelyDeath89: I'm being myself, what more do you want from me?
CalicoCat34: I know
CalicoCat34: I don't know, nothing I guess
LovelyDeath89: Exactly
LovelyDeath89: Hey, you going to the premiere this Friday?
CalicoCat34: yeah
LovelyDeath89: we still goin' together?
CalicoCat34: yeah
LovelyDeath89: Can you wait? I am so excited.
CalicoCat34: POTC is gonna be just like all the other pyrate movies. Hot, sweat-covered pyrates and lots of fight sequences with lots of blood and gore
LovelyDeath89: sounds like my kinda movie *grins*
CalicoCat34: hey I g2g
LovelyDeath89: ok
CalicoCat34: hafta go out to din-din with the 'rents
LovelyDeath89: ok
LovelyDeath89: ttfn
CalicoCat34: cya 2morrow
LovelyDeath89: Ta
CalicoCat34: toodles
LovelyDeath89: yeah
Auto away message from CalicoCat34: currently out and about. Call my cell if you really need me. 3984456 ~Liz~
Ivy sighed and put her own away message up. Doing things unproductive
"Sweetie, it's time for bed," rang Ivy's mother's voice. Ivy looked over her shoulder, out the doorway where her mom stood.
"Okay," she sighed and changed her away message to say Dreaming of death and all it's wonders
"Mom, I don't see why I have to go to bed at 8. And Liz just went out to dinner with her 'rents," Ivy complained as she went into her walk in closet and pulled off her black and red shirt, replacing it with a long frilly gown that women in the 18th centuries used to wear.
"You don't necessarily have to go to bed now. You can read, or watch TV, but remember,"
"All electronics off at 10," Ivy said along with her mom as though it was an old rhyme that their family had said through generations.
Retreating out of her darkened closet, Ivy turned off her computer monitor and got under her red bed covers. Her mother walked into the room and kissed her on the forehead, "Goodnight," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"hmmm," was all Ivy could reply.
Her mom left her as Steven walked in. Ivy's older brother was sort of a father, yet more of an annoying sibling. "'ello poppet," he greeted her with a grin on his face. Ivy let out a small smile.
"Excited for this Friday?"
"Hell yeah," Ivy said in a childish tone, but adult words.
Steven scowled at her and she corrected herself, "Heck yeah."
"Don't go growing up thinking your a pyrate. They weren't all that good. Pillaging, plundering, raping…," he was cut off by Ivy's louder yell.
"I know, I know. Mind who you're talking to, I've researched a he-- heck of a lot more about pyrates than you."
"Oh really?," Steven smirked. "What is a fathom then?"
"That's not a pyrate word. It's more of a seaman word," Ivy snarled.
Steven patted her on the leg and said to her as if he'd caught her in a trap like that man who was trapping cats who ventured into his yard, "You never answer--"
"A fathom is 6 meters. 12 knots is 72 fathoms," Ivy cut him off. "72 fathoms is 432--," but she was now cut off by Steven.
"Okay," he sighed and shook his head, "g'night, mate" And he left her to the darkness except for the color flashing television.
Sinking lower into her pillows, Ivy closed her eyes and was lost to a deep sleep listening to Boy Meets World.
