I felt so dramatic writing this haha. I did my makeup like a zombie today... For using only my fingers and some CVS eyeshadow pallets, I did pretty dang well! I even scared my friend haha. I WAS BEAUTIMOUS Y'ALL.

Dedication: To *at*Higginator and *at*Mahoniggas from twitter for tweeting about bacon and to the generl twitter population for tweeting about twerking so much in ended up in my story. You guys rock.

Louisa's POV

"Louisa, get UP!"

I groaned and rolled over in bed, tangling myself further in my deep purple sheets. I cracked one eye open. The room was dark and no light came from the window, probably meaning it was not even dawn yet. So why on EARTH was my friend Deryn nearly knocking my door down?!

"Louisa, don't make me come in there!" Deryn shouted through the door. "You've already missed your first two classes."

I bolted upright. I missed classes? I turned my alarm clock towards me. It read 9:56. Oh shit. I leaped out of bed, dragging my bed covers with me as I stumbled to the bathroom.

My dad is going to kill me if I miss any more classed; I was in enough trouble from changing the cafeteria menu to everything bacon, I though worriedly as I squeezed some toothpaste on my toothbrush. In my rush I accidently squeezed out a LOT more than I needed. Like half the freaking tube. All over the sink and walls, too. I just scraped the amount I needed from the mirror and ran back into my room.

"Give me five minutes!" I shouted while brushing my teeth and finding a clean uniform to wear. I opened my wardrobe and a mountain of clothes tumbled out. I dug through the ocean of clothes and eventually found a clean uniform to wear at the bottom of the pile. I shoved it on while rinsing my mouth.

There was no time to lace up my usual knee-high combat boots so I dropped to my knees in front of my bed and groped under it till I found a pair of sequenced black and silver flats in a nest of dust bunnies. No time for contacts either so I grabbed my thin wire glasses from my dresser. In the full length mirror on my door, I saw that my auburn hair looked like a chicken was nesting in it. I grabbed a hair tier and my text books before rushing out the door.

"About time, Louisa," my other friend Bess remarked. "We were wondering where you were in morning; you're always up early to get the best bacon at breakfast."

"Overslept," I muttered with a half shrug. I'm not really the kind of person who usually sleeps till noon. I am more of a morning person oddly enough for a teenager. "Suppose I'm tired from yesterday's… dance class, shall we say," I vaguely explained; I really didn't want to mention me fainting because it was so embarrassing. My skirt probably flew up and everything. I cringed at the thought.

Deryn and Bess nodded understandingly.

Together we set off for the ballroom, nearly all the way across campus. Outside the clouds were dark and threatening to pour rain on us any second. Awesome day to wear flats, Louisa.

We were a motley crew, the three of us. Bess kept her softly colored uniform femininely tailored while Deryn on the other hand was a Tomboy, complete with a uniform that was a squick baggy and short blonde hair. To be honest, I have no idea if she's going to wear a dress at the Spring Festival Ball. She'd rather be covered spices than put on a dress. And then there was me. Good ol' colorful me. We were all very different but misfits gravitate.

We finally made it to the building the ballroom was a wing of before the heavens opened. The ballroom was the west wing of the Creative Arts building. There everything to do with art-sculptures, painting, sewing, etc.-, music, and drama was taught, built, and preformed. It's four stories tall and, if I do say so myself, the most colorful building on campus. The art students really took it to themselves to decorate this building to near death but somehow it turned out quite beautiful.

I pushed open the heavy wooden door, which was decorated in striking bronze metalwork. Deryn and Bess gave quick waves and hurried to the crowd for kids watching the instructors. As I walked over to the coat hooks and tied up my wild hair, Artemis came walking up. He looked a bit shocked but then resumed his normal look of infinite boredom.

"You look…rushed," he said carefully. I looked at myself. One knee-high sock had fallen and pooled around my ankle. My blouse was only half tucked in and my tie was just hanging, undone, around my neck. And I didn't have to look but I knew my hair looked like a bird's nest. I bet I looked freaking gorgeous.

I grimaced. "I overslept and was in very much of a rush." I rubbed my tired eyes and said, "Let's go see what they're teaching today."

I really was in no mood or state to deal with Artemis today. He had the reputation around campus of a cocky genius with an attitude and more than obvious distaste of most people. Which is an eloquent way of saying he's a really smart twat. I groaned inwardly at the thought of having to put up with his sarcastic comments for an hour. Why can't he just lighten up a bit and be nice? This gives me an idea…

After watching the instructors for a few minutes, we all spread across the shiny dance floor to try out the dance for ourselves. I automatically strode over to a spot near a window from which a little light came through whenever the clouds gave out a burst of lightning. The instructors were trying to find the right cd to play while we stood around. Time to put my wild plan into motion.

I sighed and turned to Artemis. "Listen. How about we start over? It's going to be awful spending half the year with someone you're constantly arguing with." He didn't say anything so I his silence as an agreement. I continued awkwardly, "So… Hello, I'm Louisa. I can't wait to dance the Quadrille. How 'bout you?"

"I'm Artemis," he said, playing along. "This class is very interesting. It amusing to watch modern teenagers attempting to dance to something invented hundreds of years before they were even born."

The corners of my lips pointed up ever so slightly. "Indeed it is quite amusing. Especially when the most complicated dance move they probably know is twerking."

He looked extremely confused about the "twerking" comment but before he could ask what it was, the instructors found the cd and we began our dance. We started slow then got gradually faster. We danced in friendly silence, I guess you could call it. We didn't argue but didn't really talk yet it wasn't awkward. Well, since both of us aren't exactly the most coordinated people ever, the faster dancing caused a lot of fumbling and stepping on feet which was a serious invasion of personal space at one point. So that was rather awkward but nothing too bad. I mean, it was pretty awkward considering we nearly ran into each other but I've sure been through worse. Much, much worse. I really should invent brain bleach or something, I thought as all those horribly awkward and embarrassing memories flooded my mind.

After repeating the steps so much we could (theoretically) do it in our sleep, they let us go. I waved to Bess and Deryn as they went to Literature. I had study hall next so I went to my dorm to grab the textbooks I failed to bring with me in my mad rush in the morning. I dashed across the campus to the girl's dorm through the pouring rain. As I entered the building, a crack of thunder exploded in the dark sky.

The dorms had three floors and were assigned two or three grades, older girls on the high floors and younger on the lower. Each floor had a kitchenette, game room, and a living room. But being eldest, the older girls had more junk food and electronics. Boys' dorms are set up basically the same way.

Being a freshman, my room was on the first floor, very conveniently near the snack cabinet. I unlocked my door and nearly stepped on a picture, hurrying into the room. I kicked the door closed and picked up the picture. A stone cottage sat in the background of the picture while a calm looking river bent around it and disappeared over the hills. An ancient tree grew by the left of the house and acorns littered the ground. A little girl, around ten or so, stood in the center proudly gesturing to a garden of delicate white flowers. A large sunhat covered most of her face.

Seems normal, right? It was except it was the house I saw in my head. The one I remembered from yesterday, right before I passed out. It was the same down to the last miniscule detail. But yesterday it was just a dream… How could this place be real?

I flipped the photograph over. In small, looping handwriting, someone had written "Mora Luxor, age 10, 1987" I've heard that name before. I tapped my fingers against my cheek, thinking.

Suddenly I snapped my fingers. The White Lux Garden! It grew right against the border the woods and was hardly visited but was beautiful. The same delicate white flowers grew there as in the picture. A plaque in the gazebo stated that the entire garden was made in honor of a sophomore student Mora Luxor. But, how did this picture get here? And who was this girl? I dropped my books and picked up a small brown leather bag. Before heading out, I grabbed a handful of multicolored, marble sized spheres hidden in one of my drawers.

I held my arms over my head to protect me from the pouring rain as I sprinted to the main office. I hid just inside a hallway in the office. A young, brunette lady worked as secretary at a wide desk in the intersection of the hallway I was in and the one leading to the student records. I could've used the secretary's computer but that lady was more addicted to Facebook and Twitter than some of the teenagers and fangirls I knew. Good thing the school kept hard copies of all the student files. Bad thing was 1) Facebook lady had ears like a hawk and 2) the files were in the basement. Luckily, I had broken into the student records a few times in the past so I had come prepared.

I pulled out a couple of vibrant spheres and the slingshot from my bag. I had invented them after a lab accident with the ingredients in the little spheres. Being as clumsy as a drunk elephant, I had accidentally knocked a few extra ingredients into my AP chemistry project. The mixture created a colorful cloud of thick fog. You can't see through it but it doesn't cause any bad side effects so it was handy in these such situations.

Aiming carefully, I used my slingshot to shot two mini color bombs into the copy room. The room where the internet router just so happens to reside. They made a soft clicking noise as they hit the door and bounced into something hard, probably the copy machine. A couple seconds later, there were two medium explosions. Pink and green clouds wafted out the room. Facebook lady leaped up with a yelp and dived into the room to make sure the internet router was fine.

I ran bent over across the hall and flew down the stairs amazingly not tripping to my doom in that dark. I flicked on the lights at the bottom. There was a slight layer of dust everywhere because no one came here often. Except for the occasional overly curious or overly nosey student. Much like moi. I tread softly down the aisles, the lights overhead flickering due to underuse.

The older files were at the back. I wrinkled my nose at the mustiness and stale smell of basement. I finally found the cabinets marked "1993" which should be when Mora was sixteen, a sophomore.

I cringed at the creaking noise the drawer made and hoped it couldn't be heard upstairs. I quickly located the "L' files. Strangely Luxor wasn't there. I tried Mora. Nothing found there either. I slammed the drawer back in annoyance, completely forgetting to be quiet. The force of my push sent the cabinet noisily rolling to the side. I went around to the back to shove it back in place when I saw a hole in the wall near the floor. I heaved the cabinet farther away and fell to my knees. I stuck my hand into the wall and felt around. All I felt was damp concrete with literally an inch of dust. I reached farther back, battling repulsion as I batted aside spider webs and possibly a few resident spiders. My fingers finally brushed against a hard box. I grabbed it and pulled it out, dust and all. It was surprisingly heavy.

The wooden box was about the size of a shoebox and beautifully inlaid with mother-of-pearl details. The intricate gold lock was broken. I opened the box and discovered it was full of papers. The top paper was a section newspaper article. The article read:

Local Girl Goes Missing from Prestigious School

A local girl Mora Luxor, 16, had been reading outside on a bench near the Creative Arts Building at St. Bartleby's. Her friends left her for second to get food for a study-picnic. When they came back all that was left was Luxor's fairy book, fallen in a mud puddle from yesterday's rain storm. Her friends called for her and searched the area but Luxor could not be found. When the girls were about to report to the main office, a piercing shriek resounded from the nearby woods. The girls, terrified of the scream and whatever was lurking in the forest, dropped everything and ran. They arrived breathless at the main office crying "Mora is gone, Mora's gone!" Officials were called and search parties organized but Mora Luxor is yet to be found.

I gasped in horror after I read the article. By the looks of the rest of the papers, her body was never found. Under all the papers, I found an old book covered in dried muddy that fell off in large chunks. It was leather-bound and the gold-gilded title had almost completely rubbed off. Almost. Bringing the book in the light I could see that the title was "Fairy Myths and Legends" It was Mora's book. I was sure of it. I almost dropped it in shock.

I stuffed everything back in the box and slid it in my bag. I pushed the heavy cabinet back in place. Then I ran up the stairs and to my dorm like the hounds of hell themselves were chasing me. Who would slide the picture of a girl with a gruesome past under my door?

CLIFFHANGER ENDING DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNN! So how'd y'all like this chapeter? Tell me in a review :) And school for me has started ugh so updates might start to take a while longer. Sorry y'all! xxxx