AN: The story has been completely revised. I felt it was necessary to compact the chapters to help the plot flow better...
I'm currently working on two different fanfics now, Remember Jersey (A covenant story), and A Chronicle of Sorts (A gossipgirl story). So if you feel like it, check those out.
xx Ella
Oh, and I don't own the Covenant... blah blah blah.
Chapter 1: The Change
Story of A Girl
The start of my Great Depression happened about six months ago. I was making my way to art class, when I spotted the two of them at her locker, making out. I should have seen it coming, I mean they were both beautiful and popular but I had always secretly wished that Pogue had a thing for shy and nerdy girls (IE: Me). My secret wish never came true. A few hours after I had spotted them sucking face, the news spread around school like a wildfire; Pogue and Kate were officially together. Instead of catching a ride home with my brother after school like I usually do, I opted to walk instead. It took me a lot longer to get home, but on the long walk home I was able to think. Sadly, that's all I've been able to do ever since that day. Thinking.
Thinking about Pogue Parry.
I don't live at the dorms at Spenser's. Mainly because of family problems, but also because my best (and only) friend, Ashleigh Smith, already had a room mate. I'm not much of a partier like my brother is. I'm more on quiet side. My older brother Caleb, (who's only older by 17 months by the way), is the tall, dark, and handsome type. I'm not sure if my mom was into other dude's at the time I was conceived, but I'm nothing like my brother. I'm maybe 5'4 at the tallest, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and pasty white. I'm awkward, socially retarded, and I've never had a real boyfriend. It's like Caleb and I are polar opposites. He's popular and never goes unnoticed, whereas I only have one real friend and people always ask me who I am, despite the fact that we're living in a small town and have only been going to the same school for years.
I should also fill you in on a little secret. People now brush off magic and super powers as nonsense, but the fact of the matter is, that it does exist. I'm not a witch. But my brother is. And so is Pogue Parry and the other two sons of Ipswich, Reid Garwin and Tyler Simms. The history goes like this: In 1692, five families with magical powers formed a covenant of silence to protect themselves from persecution. Four of the five blood lines survive to this day. If you couldn't already guess, my brother and his three other friends make up the Sons of Ipswich. It's only by my shit luck, that I didn't inherit any super powers. Apparently, the first male born into the family gets the magical abilities. I was the second and last child, and I'm definitely not dragging around a penis. So to sum it up, I pretty much got screwed. My eyes don't flash black and I can't make things move with my mind. Although a few years ago, Reid tricked me into thinking I was moving a curtain rod with my eyes. Turned out he was moving it himself, with an umbrella handle. He had me going at least a good 20 minutes. I can still hear him now, "Concentrate harder Adele… That's it, keep thinking about it… Oh my God it's moving!"
So here I am, sitting alone up here in my room, feeling sorry for myself as the end of my summer vacation comes to an end. I switched on my laptop and began to check my email(s).
Email 1: Want to grow 6 inches without using a pump?
DELETED.
Email 2: Want to make millions by then end of the month without leaving your home?
DELETED.
Email 3: Del, You're not answering your phone.
I opened up the third, and last email, which was sent by my one and only best friend Ashleigh. I began reading.
Hey Del,
You're not answering your phone so I hope you're okay. Call me before school starts, I want to go shopping and hang out.
Miss you,
Ash.
Thankfully, there was always this one thing that could always turn my frown upside down; Retail therapy. And a lot of it.
I picked up my cell phone and decided to give my best friend a call. I had a feeling, today, was going to be one of my better days.
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"Gee Del, you're boobs blew up like balloon" Ashleigh sounded as though she had come straight out of a 1950's movie.
"Aww, jeepers Ash, you're embarrassing me" I mocked my friend as we made our way through the busy downtown streets of Boston. I had been right, shopping had given me a slightly happier outlook on my life… well for now at least. And not to mention my best friend just mentioned that my boobs are huge. Who could ask for a better compliment?
"How's Caleb?" Ashleigh was not subtle when it came to her fascination with my brother. Ashleigh, like me, was a bit on the nerdy side. She had long brown hair that she always wore in a ponytail, side bangs, brown eyes, and a little junk in the trunk if you know what I mean. She was pretty, in her own weird way.
"He's good." I brushed off her question. Caleb and I weren't necessarily close. I mean, we are brother and sister so the only thing we really have in common are our parents, and as I stated before, I wasn't too sure about that either.
"Hey, you want to?" Ashleigh stopped in front of a dinky hole in the wall building. Mystical Shelly's Palm and Psychic Readings, the neon sign in the window read.
I didn't have a choice though. Ashleigh practically pushed me into Mystical Shelly's humble abode. We were greeted by an older lady, holding a handful of beaded necklaces in one hand, and a bottle of Brandy in the other. Ah, Mystical Shelly.
"Hello, darlings" the drunk greeted us, with a horrible Jamaican accent. "Come, lets see what the future shall bring."
We followed the older lady into a poorly lit back room, which smelled of vanilla and cigarettes. I could use a smoke, I silently thought to myself as I sat down in an old dusty armchair next to Ashleigh. Lying before us, on a black laced table cloth, surrounded by unlit candles, was what I assumed to be Mystical Shelly's crystal ball. Next to it, a pack of Camels and an older copy of Women's Health. Oh, the irony.
"You came to me today because you're worried about something, very, very important, aren't you dear?" The crazy old lady began.
Actually, we came across your dungeon and I was pulled inside.
"Sure" I mumbled out as I felt the mystical creature's gaze burn into me.
"You have a lot on your mind." I wonder what gave that away.
"She does, that's so true" Ashleigh was only encouraging her now.
"Does this boy know he's causing you this mental grief?" I should be asking you this.
I looked over at Ashleigh, who's eyes looked as though they were about to pop out of her head. She was so insanely smart, but sometimes she could just be plain gullible.
Without waiting for my answer, crazy Shelly started chanting under her breathe and massaging her glass ball. Oh, the sexual innuendos. I rolled my eyes as I watched my best friend, watch the old hack go at it, in amazement.
"Something's about to change." Her eyes started rolling towards the back of her head. Well, when she realizes this psychic stuff doesn't work out she can always star in a lifetime movie.
"Someone's about to walk into your life." And with that last confusing statement, the old lady sitting before us, faked her way into a seizure and passed out on the floor beside us.
"Should we just leave the money on the table?" I asked, after a few awkward minutes of nothing happened. Ashleigh just looked at me as if she'd seen a ghost, and without a word, took off running out of the shop. I pulled out a twenty, slapped it down on the table, and followed my friend out of the building.
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"I can't believe summer is practically over. School starts in 3 days, Del, 3 days" Ashleigh said, emphasizing the last part, as if I hadn't known that myself.
Truth is that I did, and I was dreading it.
"Kira invited me to a party at the dells tonight It's sort of an 'End of Summer' Party" Ashleigh continued.
I rolled my eyes. I hated Kira. She was in my brother's grade, and dated a prick named Aaron Abbot. She was that type of girl that acted like she was your best friend to your face but started talking about you the second you turned your back. She was also Ashleigh's cousin.
"Are you going to go?" I asked, not really caring, but just trying to keep up the conversation.
"Only if you'll come with me."
I rolled my eyes. Like I said before I'm not the partying type.
Sensing my answer, Ashleigh started in again. "Oh come on, Del, let's just go for five minutes and if we absolutely hate it we'll leave."
I looked over at the pleading look in her eyes. If she wants to go that bad…
"Alright, alright." I agreed.
Ashleigh jumped in excitement.
"I'm tired of shopping, do you want to maybe go check out movie?" Ashleigh said as we threw our bags of clothes into the trunk of her Mercedes.
I agreed, I too was done with shopping for the day, and I didn't feel like going back home to do nothing for the rest of the day.
We were making our way down the street to the movie theatre when we passed by a lady outside of what looked like a newly opened hair salon, holding up a sign that said "Free Makeovers."
Forgetting about the movie, I looked over at Ashleigh who was looking over at me, grinning from ear to ear.
What girl would refuse a free makeover?
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3 Hours Later…
Holy shit.
I looked at my new self in the mirror. My long straggly blonde hair was now sitting chin-length in a trendy bob. My normally yellow-blonde hair was platinum, with a few low-lights complimenting my still pale skin tone. My new bangs made my blue eyes stand out, and a few brush strokes of make-up made me feel and look like some sort of fashionista.
I looked over at my best friend, and was surprised once more. Normally Ashleigh never wears her long brown hair down. She normally pulls up in a tight ponytail, with her side bangs pushed aside. I couldn't help but gape at my best friend. She was hot.
Her voluminous hair was now standing just past her shoulders, slightly curled and a lighter shade of brown. She had caramel highlights weaving through her hair which complimented her eyes.
I sat there, in awe for a few moments, thinking of how wonderful wearing make-up and getting a new hair-do made me feel.
