Well, I said I'd be back! This is my new W.I.T.C.H. story. I guess you could say this one takes place in an AU, since the girls aren't guardiens.
So I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as you liked W.I.T.C.H.: Forever Guardians!
I DO NOT OWN W.I.T.C.H. I DO NOT OWN HERCULES. ALL RIGHTS TO hERCULES GO TO DISNEY
Yes, you'll understand why I mentioned Hercules. Don't worry, this is not a crossover with it. I just love Disney movies. (:
1 - Perfect
Slim, blonde, head cheerleader. Perfect. If you walked through the halls of Sheffield High and heard any of those words in the same sentence, there was only one girl they could be talking about. Cornelia Hale was perfect. It was simple as that. She wasn't just the talk of Sheffield, but the talk of every other school in the district. Everyone knew who she was. If they didn't want to be her, they wanted her. Everything from her long blonde hair that always fell in locks over her shoulders to her slim body that also has curves in all the right places to even the way she dresses. The one thing that set her apart from all of those other perfect, Daddy's little girls was that she actually had a personality that didn't shout, "I'm a shiny plastic." She was a genuinely nice person, besides the fact that if she really wanted to, she could be the biggest bitch Sheffield had ever seen.
It was the first day back from the summer holidays, and as the start of every school year started since freshman year, everyone was flocking past Cornelia's locker. Why? To catch a glimpse of what the trend for this school year was going to be. According to what she was wearing, every girl was going to go out tonight to buy a new off the shoulder shirt and matching sparkly flats.
"That is so cute," Alchemy, one of Cornelia's crowd, told her.
Cornelia smiled, "Thank you." She said, although she already knew how cute it was. She shut her locker door and turned on her heel, taking the lead down the hallway. She somewhat slowed down when she heard Hay Lim's voice calling her from behind.
"Cornelia!" Hay Lin caught up shortly, and was still half-running just to keep up with Cornelia's naturally quick pace. "I found out the school play this year is going to be Hercules. I'll be directing and-"
"Great!" Cornelia interrupted. She planted her feet on the ground, causing everyone around her to come to a complete stop. She turned to face Hay Lin, "That sounds great."
"So I'm just making sure you're still interested in auditioning-"
"For the part of Meg." Cornelia finished for her.
Hay Lin grinned, "Good." She then reached into her bag and pulled out a set of papers held together by a paperclip, "Here's the script. Practice and you'll for sure get the part."
"Are you kidding?" Alchemy's voice broke in. She let out a small chuckle, "Cornelia doesn't need to practice. She's been staring in plays since she was five. She was Cinderella in grade two, remember? She doesn't need practice."
"Alchemy." Cornelia interrupted. Her tone made it perfectly clear it was time for Alchemy to be quiet. She brought her attention back to Hay Lin, "When are auditions?"
"Thursday."
"What-Thursday!? Only three days?"
Hay Lin shook her head, "I know. The board really wants to outdo themselves this year. They want it to be phenomenal."
Cornelia nodded slowly, taking the script from Hay Lin's hands, "I'll be there. Thanks Hay." she smiled and patted Hay Lin on the shoulder before starting her walk off down the hall again.
Hay Lin grinned back, watching the large group wander around the corner. The hallway was empty now.
"Ahem." The sound of someone clearing their throat behind her caused Hay Lin to jump and spin around. She caught Irma Lair's eye and smiled brightly, "Oh, hey Irma!" She took a few steps toward her friend and gave her a quick hug. "How was your summer?"
"Why do you even talk to her?" Irma suddenly blurted, "She's a total-"
"Please don't start that Irma." Hay Lin almost begged.
"Why not? She's such a-"
"Irma please! You're both my friends."
Irma shrugged, "That doesn't mean I have to like her."
"But it does mean you can't bad-mouth each other in front of me. Cornelia got over your guys' fight a long time ago. Why can't you?"
"She ditched us, Hay. Why can't you accept that?"
"She ditched you." Hay Lin corrected her. She watched Irma's expression turn sour.
The two had been best friends for two years, but the three years before that, Irma and Cornelia had been tighter than a turtle and its shell. Irma had never even told Hay Lin why they stopped being friends, but it was obvious it was something to do with a boy. After Cornelia had moved onto the popular crowd, where everyone knew she belonged, Irma and Hay Lin met and instantly built a bond.
"Yeah, well…" Irma started. She cut herself off and immediately changed the subject, "I'll see you at lunch."
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"I don't know, Hay Lin." Caleb Hastings shrugged his shoulders and took a bite of his apple, "In the last three years that I've had her in my English class, the only words she's said to me were 'Can you sharpen my pencil?'"
Next to him, Matt Olsen nodded his head, "Yeah. The girl thinks she's royalty."
Hay Lin had been in the drama club since freshman year. That was when she met Cornelia. Even back then Cornelia had managed to land a key role in the school's production of Cinderella (the school had a thing for doing Disney plays). She was cast as Anastasia, one of the evil stepsisters, only she had to wear a wig to hide the fact that she was actually blonde and prettier than the senior who played Cinderella. Anyways, the two got to know each other through all of the hard work they had dedicated to the play - Hay Lin was one of the few stage directors. Aside from what people were saying about her, Hay Lin found Cornelia to be nice, and funny at that. You had to respect a girl that didn't care what anyone else thought. (They weren't exactly the cool kids of Sheffield, but they weren't geeks. They were like the lower middle class at the school. Smart - not too smart - involved in a few organized sports, but not cool enough to have their names remembered by the cool kids. That's how Irma described them anyway: Lower middle class.)
After Matt's and Caleb's comments on Cornelia, Hay Lin found herself once again having to defend the blonde.
Hay Lin shot them both glares, "You guys, I've been working with her on plays for three years. She's one of those people that you need to get to know to like. Believe me, I thought the same thing."
Will Vandom, who sat next to Matt, spooned some of the cafeteria food onto her fork and shoved in in her mouth. Will wasn't one for gossip, so when she started to speak after swallowing her food, everyone was in a sort of state of shock. "Really Hay, she's got those girls following her around all the time. Don't you think that makes her come off a little snobbish?"
Hay Lin looked over her shoulder to the table behind theirs. Cornelia sat with Alchemy and Elyon on either side of her, both laughing, and looking almost like they were waiting for Cornelia to say something else so they could force a laugh again.
"Look, if you guys don't believe me, you should try out for the school play. Then you'll have to work with her and-"
"Then you'll be happy to know I was already planning on that." Caleb started, and Hay Lin's eyes brightened.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Taranee Cook suddenly burst out, "You're trying out? But you're, like, the last person I would expect to be into that."
Caleb shrugged his shoulders, "I need an extracurricular. I don't have enough credits to graduate this year if I don't get into something like that."
"But still," Irma had to laugh, "The play?"
Caleb nodded his head, "It's the play or the science club." There was a sudden wave of understanding among the group now. If there was one thing Caleb absolutely sucked at, it was science. Caleb joining the Science club would be him basically saying, 'I'm committing suicide. Tell my mother I love her.'
Irma was suddenly rolling in her chair with laughter, "Oh my gosh. Caleb, I just got the funniest idea!" Everyone's attention turned to her and she continued to speak through her giggles, "Cornelia's a shoo-in for the roll of Meg. And if someone like you gets to be Hercules-"
"Someone like me?" Caleb tried to sound hurt, but the words didn't actually offend him. He nodded slowly and pushed out his chair. He stood up and threw his backpack over his shoulder.
"Caleb!" Irma stopped herself from laughing any longer, "Hey, I didn't mean it like that."
"No…I'm pretty sure you did."
"Caleb-"
"Just leave it, Irma. I got the message pretty clear."
Caleb looked down at Irma at first with a glare, and then, slowly, his face broke into a smile and he plopped back down, "Gottcha." He winked.
Irma let her mouth drop. She threw a punch at Caleb's arm and made sure it was hard enough to leave a bruise.
Hay Lin's, like Irma's, mouth dropped open. "Caleb…that was really good."
Caleb let his arm drape over the back of his chair and he shrugged.
"No, Irma's right!" Hay Lin was nodding her head, "You should go out for Hercules. I mean, if you don't get him, I'm sure you'll get a part just as good."
Caleb forced a chuckle, "Sorry, I was hoping for a smaller part than that. Maybe the guy who pulls the curtains."
Hay Lin leaned back in her chair. She was the student director this year. It was partly her decision who starred in the play. And after what she just saw - as Irma would say - Caleb was a shoo-in for Hercules.
And that's the first chapter!
Here's a little glimpse at the next chapter:
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The sudden movement of the door caused her to stiffen, and then she found herself with her butt on the floor and her hands behind her back for support. Hay Lin, Martin, and the acting coach whom she still didn't know the name of were the one thing keeping her from cursing wildly at whoever had swung the door open so suddenly.
"Oh…geez, I'm sorry." Someone's voice broke the awkwardness of her trying so hard not to rub her butt (which was really hurting, for that matter).
Cornelia shook her head and forced herself to look up, "It's not a big-" she stopped when the stranger held out his hand and pulled her to her feet. "Thanks," she mumbled, and for the first time catching his eye. They were the color of the emeralds on the earrings she had gotten on her last birthday.
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