What if Serena, the key, wasn't the only thing that could help out weight the light side? What if there was a bigger key that could permently remove one side? This is about a girl who moves to LA for her mom's job. She's not very outgoing but feels a strange connection with four girls attending La Brea high and her odd scale birthmark begins acting up on her, glowing colors and sending shooting pains in her arm. What is her connection with the Daughtersand the Followers? Which side will finally win the ultimate power in the universe? (I'm sorry if the summary's bad...)
A/N Anyways this is my first Fic…not my first trail in writing mind you. Trust me it will get better. There's going to be adventure, romance and a little air of mystery to this story…I hope you enjoy and PLEASE R/Review! THANX!
The worst day of my life had officially ended and the second worst day of my life had begun. I had moved over 2,000 miles from my beloved Canton, Ohio to scary not to mention huge Los Angeles.
I had despised Los Angeles ever since I was a child. Los Angeles was always in the news and whenever someone said United States right off the back they thought of Los Angeles.
No one ever thought of good ole Canton, Ohio.
"Delaney Audree Kain if you miss your first day of school you will never hear the end of it from me," my mother, Tiffany Kain shouted rapping sharply on my bathroom door.
I rolled my eyes and finished swiping on my purple lipstick. I popped it back into its tube and threw it inside of my make-up basket. I picked off my blond hairs from my black Punk Rock High Loser thank top and mentally made a note to brush my hair before I put on a black shirt.
"Delaney Kain do you hear me?" my mother shouted again her voice high-pitched.
I made a grunting sound and smoothed out my black and pink skirt. I twisted the knob on the door and bumped into my mom.
"Jeez, mom could you get any closer?" I snapped my voice sharper than it should have been.
My mother looked at me sternly but decided to not mention it. After all it was my fist day of a new high school were the kids would probably be more vicious than the ones at my old high school were everyone knew each other.
"Your breakfast is on the table and you leave in twenty minutes," my mom reminded me giving me a nudge out of the bathroom door.
I sighed, ran down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. I picked up my cream cheese covered bagel and bit in. I licked my lips as cream cheese smeared on my mouth and plopped down on a bar stool.
As I finished I reached over and picked up a napkin sitting in a small basket and wiped my mouth. I took a swig of apple juice and stood up heading back to my room for my backpack.
Just as I began walking out my older brother strode in outfitted in semi-tight jeans and a tight black wife beater outlining his fit body. His dirty blonde hair was spiked and a stud glinted in his ear and a loop in his eyebrow.
I shook my head at the choice of my brother's clothes; he always liked to show off.
But I suppose it's his right since he did earn it from playing lacrosse and volleyball. I had to admit he had mad skills at both.
"Hey sis. Aren't ya pumped for the big day?" As he brushed past me he ruffled my hair playfully.
"Oh, yeah, so excited Richie," I replied sarcastically starting for my room once again.
"You should be LA is freaking awesome! So many hot girls," my brother, Richie, hollered after me.
I snorted. "I don't want girls I want guys!" I yelled over my shoulder ascending the stairs quickly. That was just the type of comment my brother would make. He lived for girls, and their flings. He never took them seriously it was just some big competition to him.
What infuriated me the most was girls let him. Sure he was "hot" but the girls just clung to him begging to be his flavor of the week.
"Yeah, whatever," I heard my brother say as I sprinted into my room.
I glanced around and spotted my SpongeBob messenger bag lying on the window seat. I snatched it up and slipped it over my head adjusting the strap to hang more loosely.
I descended the stairs my bag slapping hip.
"Bye mom. I love you," I yelled into the house as I approached the front door.
I opened the front door and closed the door behind me. I jumped down my porch stairs and jogged onto the sidewalk. I slowed my pace and walked briskly towards my new living hell, La Brea High.
That was until someone called my name.
"Hey, Delaney, wait up." I froze fear creeping into my mind. I hadn't talked to anyone beside my mother, father and brother since I came to LA. I didn't even know who my neighbors where. How could have someone possibly knew my name?
"Jeez, why didn't you wait for me back there?" My brother asked me slapping my back a little too hard for my liking.
I sighed relieved. For a minute I thought I had a genuine stalker on my hands.
"Oh, sorry I just wanted to get this over with." I felt butterflies in my stomach and mentally scolded myself for being jittery. But unfortunately I couldn't control it, it was after all a natural human emotion.
"It's okay I understand," Richie whispered in my ear.
I blushed.
"Really?" I questioned not believing my ears. My brother had rarely ever been there for me.
"Really." Richie answered swinging an arm around my shoulder.
I smiled to myself happy that my brother was finally living up to the big brother role.
We walked for a good fifteen minutes before we reached our destination. I gapped as I saw the chain linked fence and line of teens waiting to be checked at a security check point.
I rubbed at my birthmark of a scale on my wrist suddenly anxious.
I casually made my way over to the line and waited patiently. I scooped out the campus taking in the kids and the brick buildings. Four girls caught my eye. They were leaning against the lockers talking animatedly to each other.
Abruptly I felt a sharp pain in my wrist. I glanced down and noticed my birthmark had turned bright red. I rubbed it curiously. Heat radiated off it warming my thumb.
Weird it's never done anything like that before.
I glanced up from my wrist and noticed the line had moved forward five feet. I was suddenly aware of the jeers for me being slow. I glared at the people around me including my brother for not prodding me out of my dreamy state.
I quickly made up for the space and awaited my turn to get inside the gates.
I handed over my bag reluctantly at the check point after the finished patting me down. A large man with a gold tooth began riffling through my SpongeBob bag laughing at my choice of cartoon characters. I smiled slightly and gratefully took back my bag as he extended it to me.
Inside the gates I looked around the campus once more. I spotted my brother already accepted into a crowd of good looking guys with an edgy style.
Yep, that was my brother. Accepted everywhere he went. I wouldn't know him if it wasn't that way.
I inhaled deeply and dug though my bag pulling out my schedule. My fist class was geometry.
Great I groaned inwardly. The class I'm worst at is my first period. What a great way to start the day.
I trudged over to an empty spot on the lawn and flopped down. I spread my feet in front of me and pulled a book about vampires from my messenger bag.
Ten minutes later the bell rang. For the first time in my life I was thankful for a bell. While I had been sitting people had been looking at me funny as if it were a crime to sit by yourself.
I stood up, brushed off my skirt and shoved my book back into my sack. I gazed around and saw the room I needed right in front of my face.
How very convenient I thought smiling despite my pact not to show emotion.
I walked into the room and started the longest first hour period in my life.
