I finally got around to writing the second part of this. I'm really appreciate the support I recieved. Well, let us set forth to the land in my head made of ink and paper (Well, digital ink and paper, but no one is THAT precise)
Taylor grimaced at what she saw in the mirror. It was always that way these days. Most of the time, people called her ugly. Before, she would ignore their horrible comments, grin, and bear it. Now...ever since she came into the eighth grade, it was different. Now, she would look into the mirror and find faults she never noticed before. She used to be so comfortable in her own skin, so happy to be who she was. Now, the flaws in her skin were more prominent, as she had expected with teendom, but before, she thought she would be confident when she became a teen, unworried about what people said. Now, she had second thoughts about herself. Most of the time, people thought she was vain. They thought this because whenever someone said something like, "Your hair is awful!" or "You're fat", she would always smile and say "I'm beautiful and I know it, so stop trying to shake something that can't be stirred". She sighed and walked out of the bathroom door. She glanced down at herself. Her white blouse was tucked into her navy blue pants, as they had to be at her school, but her shoes were untied, the laces flayed at the ends, which was not allowed at the school. She shrugged her shoulders and threw on her trench coat. Grabbing her book bag and purse, she walked quickly out the door with her mother to go catch the bus. The air was crisp and icey, and Taylor felt like if she breathed in too deeply, then her lungs would freeze like the frost that was sitting on the rosemary leaves beside her foot. Walking down the busy road to her stop, she chatted animatedly to her mom, but something else clouded her mind. Pictures, sounds, words jumped around her head. As her bus tumbled down the quiet street, the sky still dark as night, she sighed loudly.
"Hey, come on! Only two more days till the weekend! No need to sound so glum.," her mother said as she hugged Taylor tightly, "You're staying back with Autumn today right?" Taylor shook her sad slowly, the barest of smiles across her face. She gave her mother a quick kiss, stumbled up the stairs of the bus, and sat down in seat seventeen. She pushed her knees on the back of the seat in front of her and sighed agan. If only her mother knew why she was sighing. If only everyone knew. If only now, before she believed too much in the insults, sank too quickly under the surface, unable to keep her head above dark waters of low self esteem below her. She leaned her head against the ice cold window frame, which contrasted oddly with the blistering heat coming from the heater behind her ankles and under her seat. Closing her eyes, she started singing softly to herself, the pictures and words of her dreams swirling around her, along with the worries that tore her heart into pieces. Some of those pieces, too broken for even her to put back together.
Jack frowned at what he saw in the reflection. He touched his cheek gingerly, making sure that it was truly him in the mirror. Stepping back, he observed himself in the full body mirror, while Wuya observed with intrest, her back against the black walls of his bedroom. He was wearing a freshly pressed dress shirt and khaki pants that clashed horribly with his pale skin. Because this was an undercover assignment, and because the school had ridiculous rules, Jack's usually bright red hair was now its natural black. Wuya let him keep his red contacts, but only because she got to keep her hair the same. Lastly, also because of the stupid school rules, Jack had to wash his face paint off. He felt naked without his gothic attire. The white shirt he wore reminded him of the Christmas parties his parents used to take him to when he was younger.
"Why can't we just bust into the school like usual?" I hate wearing this. It makes me feel innocent!" he exclaimed, turning to Wuya. Wuya sighed and went over to straighten his collar. "Because," she replied, wiping off a bit of black paint that was still under his eye, "If Chase hears about this Wu, we're never going to get it." Jack looked at her incredulously. " I thought we were on his side!" "We are!" she said sharply "I just want this Shen Gong Wu for myself"
"Well, then why did I spent almost a week working on that robot if we were going to do this hands on!" Jack shouted, backing away from her. Wuya sighed impatiently.
"If Chase DOES show up, we need your robot to distract him while we get the Wu." Jack's eyes widened at her. She could practically see his adoration for Chase creep into his eyes.
"My robot? Beat Chase?" his voice was soft and dreamy, like he was talking to a kitten about flowers, instead of talking to a powerful witch about an even more powerful villain.
"My robots could never beat Chase, no matter how good they are!"
"Of course they couldn't. I know that, you know that, we both know that. I said distract. Not beat. Start listening Jack, because it's almost time for us to go and put this plan into action."
Jack's head fell, and for a moment, Wuya thought he was about to break into tears. He didn't though.
"Alright Wuya," he lifted his now dark head and made eye contact with Wuya
"Let's get this over with. Where's the Golden Tiger Claws?" Wuya pulled the Wu they had stolen from a sleeping Katnappé off of Jack's cluttered desk.
"Do you have everything with you? Your book bag? The tracker?" Jack nodded his head slowly, and stood closer to Wuya.
"Good." she said, smiling as she tore a hole into the space in front of them. She took a quick glance at Jack, and then, taking only a moment, her and Jack were standing in front of the School of International Studies at Meadowbrook.
Just so ya'll know, I am totally gonna write WAAYY more for this. It might be twenty chapters long so watch out and keep reading!