Hi! Sorry about the wait, but its summer and i've been away and stuff. I have also been suffering from a bad case of writer's block but dont worry, im (mainly) over it now. Also big hugs to Lulu Bee for reviewing and thanks to anybody else who bothered reading. Enjoy!

Chapter 12-

One cold January afternoon, we were basking in the glorious sunshine on the tennis courts. Of course we'd made sure that nobody else was around first. I closed my eyes and started drifting off to sleep, my mind at rest for the first time in weeks.

Following the 'big fight' and Miss Greenwoods shock return the nightmares started. The sky would turn red and there would be manic evil laughter. A cold voice would whisper, "Join us, cross the barrier; you are fighting a losing battle, etc." Then a hand would grasp for my throat and I'd wake up screaming. It seemed that Grace and Abby were having a similar experience. Mr Jameson's words also played on my mind. He said that any evil from other realms would come for us at Milton first because we were near the gateway. Was Miss Greenwood a sign of something beginning?

But lying there in the warmth, I let my mind blank and for once I was totally calm and happy. Then something cast a shadow, blocking my sun. That woke me up all right. I was about to start screaming at whoever it was until I saw who it actually was.

We were surrounded by the BCs, our codename for said bitch club. I sighed. The insults and taunting were sure to follow. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

Some of them closed their eyes and there was assorted clicking and hand movements that all seemed to familiar. I finally worked out why when the lightning struck out from Chloe and Libby who were obviously leading this little operation. Looking round it was slightly creepy; they were like the anti-version of us. 6 of them, each 1 with the power over earth, water, fire, air, light or darkness. Exactly the same.

Of course there was the chance that they weren't out to get us and they'd just come over for a friendly chat or to discuss cool powers. That hope disappeared as soon as the first fireball was thrown. From there it launched into a full blown battle combining magic fighting; throwing fire, rocks, ice, and lightning with more conventional girl fighting; slapping, kicking, screaming and hair-pulling.

My remark about them being anti-versions of us was proved pretty accurate. They mirrored our fighting style right down to individual mannerisms. It was seriously weird. However thanks to our Saturday training in the woods and the mini war that was now over we knew exactly how to deal with it. As we beat them up I noticed something that definitely added to the creepy factor. Staring into the eyes of my arch nemesis as I had her pinned to the ground, I noticed that they had a glazed empty look, as if they weren't quite there. They hadn't spoken a word during the whole encounter and they weren't behaving normally. I drew a list of possible conclusions:

1. They were under some kind of spell.

2. Someone or something had possessed them.

3. They had sold their souls to whatever immense evil we were dealing with in exchange for supposedly amazing powers.

Whatever it was, they weren't really in control of their actions and this became clear in a single moment. A flash of what could have been recognition crossed their blank faces for a second and this second was all it took for everything that they were making happen to go completely haywire. Lightning struck wildly, tornadoes tore the tennis courts apart, fire and water swirled through the air and a purple haze of what appeared to be pure magic energy descended.

Back under their weird spell our enemies turned to us once more. Chloe, if I could call her that, broke free from my grip and started to run. I would have chased after her but I was slightly distracted when everything that was flying round swirled together in a vortex of pure magic that began to tear the ground away. Naturally we all moved in and away from the vortex. Making the situation even worse, the people who wanted to kill us seemed to be drawing strength from the chaotic vortex. Crap.

Through the haze I could just make out the others. We were all faced with the same problem; did we keep fighting or stop and deal with the consuming vortex that was threatening to break out of the tennis courts and destroy anything or anyone. No matter what we did something would suffer for whatever we didn't do. If we kept fighting the vortex would go out of control, especially as our magic was feeding it. Of course if we did try to stop the vortex (and how we were going to do that I had no idea) the girls who were trying to kill us might actually succeed. You know, I kind of like being alive.

With this thought, something inside of me just snapped. I was 13 years old. Why was I faced with a life and death decision like this? Why was it me and my friends who had been dropped into this? We had been given powers without being told how to use them and told we had to save the world from the untold evils of chaos. We were making it all up as we went along; I mean there's no book called 'world saving for dummies'. No, we had to work it all out ourselves and the bad guys, whoever they were (we hadn't been told that either) seemed to be one step ahead. Topping off the mess that my life had suddenly become, the one person who had the answers to all our questions (Mr. Jameson if you've been following) had conveniently vanished from the face of the Earth.

I think it's safe to say that I was not a happy bunny. I was fuming, hopping mad. I was angry with my parents for dumping me at this stupid school, with the BCs for being well... I was angry with Mr Jameson for leaving us in this mess, but mostly I was angry with myself. I know it's really pathetic but I broke down and started to sob uncontrollably. Suddenly I noticed a change in the air; the vortex was swirling faster, fuelled by my emotions. Somehow this made me cry harder; I know I'm such a freak.

Then I felt someone shaking me and screaming, "Get a grip Blair Marianna Robson! We need your smartosity to stop the vortex and the BCs. We can't do this without you. Snap out of it!" Ed slapped me across the face. Hard. That brought me back to normal.

"Thank you Edwina Annabeth Barras." now that I was thinking clearly, I saw a possible way to stop the vortex and the BCs. I stretched out my arms and tried to draw the water and some of the magic energy out of the vortex. Of course I really didn't think my plan through properly and I realised this as several tinned of water cane crashing towards me. I shut my eyes in sheer terror and prepared for the worst. I didn't think I was going to make it.

"Oh. My. God." Annie's voice carried above the howling wind on the vortex. I swear her life ambition is to be heard on the moon.

After working out that I wasn't dead, I gingerly opened one eye. Everything was distorted as if I was looking through water. Then it clicked; I was. I was surrounded by several tonnes of water that were forming a protective warrior avatar form thingy that was 20 feet tall. I was also dry (nothing new there) and I could breathe (definitely new). The vortex had also slowed up a little as 1/6 of its power had been drained.

"I want one," said Annie sounding slightly envious and kind if whiny.

"How did you do that" asked Hope, practical as always.

I shrugged, and my giant form did too. I tried moving around, any movement I made was mirrored. The only problem was my movements were pretty slow as they are in water. Either way, it was pretty cool. Then I realised Hope actually wanted an answer to her question.

"Draw anything you can from the vortex and will it to help. You need to focus though or it'll fall to pieces."

There was a series of nods and a moment later Grace burst into flames. 20 feet of flames to be precise. Within minutes there were 6 20 foot magic warriors on the tennis courts. For once we were all the same height much to Annie's delight (she's quite short despite insisting she's 'average height ') and Ed's disgust (she likes being freakishly tall). There was also no more vortex as we'd absorbed all its energy. The tennis courts had been totally torn apart though. I desperately hoped we wouldn't be blamed.

"I shall name my immensely cool warrior form Sybil, because Sybil is an awesome name," declared Ed her light form a little too bright to look at.

"Mines called Bob!" called Abby.

"Hey people," said Grace. "Have you forgotten about the BCs?"

I turned as quickly as I could; only to see them slumped in a corner. I worked it out; they'd created the vortex to keep us busy but the effort had wiped them out.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see a group of people coming up the path. I began to panic, but then I saw who it was. Miss Greenwood was on the warpath, in all her freaky bat wing glowing eyes finery. She was carrying a very big knife. Out of the bushes behind her melted an army of similar creatures. They were coming for us.

I was exhausted after our last battle and would have happily run away. Of course I was surrounded by 20 feet of water and I had no clue how to get rid of it. Suddenly I heard a voice whisper, "your power lies within you. Let it in..." somehow I managed to absorb several tonnes of water into my very being. I don't know where I put it.

The others must of heard the voice too because soon we were all back to normal and sprinting for our room.

Chapter 13

Once inside, we locked the door behind us and enforced it with vines, rocks and ice. Nobody was getting in. Once we were sure of this we had a mini-conference in whispers. Afternoon lessons would be starting soon and someone would miss us.

Hope began. "As much as I love school, I don't think it's safe here."

We all nodded in agreement.

"Mr Jameson said that anything evil coming from other worlds would come for us here first. I don't know about you guys, but I think we need to get as far away from here as we can. I don't want to fight for my life like that every day."

I was about ready to drop at this point and I knew the others were too. I was going to suggest we took a nap before fleeing the school. After all, it would be way easier to sneak out in the end of day rush. I sat down on my bed and closed my eyes. I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard Grace screaming.

There was a knife sticking through the door and I could hear the muffled voice of Miss Greenwood saying, "Let me in little pigs." Just what was she suggesting?

I was on my feet in seconds. I think I was the only person who'd kept my head. Everyone else was screaming hysterically. I suppose id had my hysterical moment earlier. It was a pretty big knife though.

Anyway, I splashed my hysterical friends with some freezing water (like you see in movies) and they came out of it. Then it was action stations. We repeated several of our old tricks to get out as fast as we possibly could.

Abby made all the essential stuff fly into our rucksacks and we pooled together all the money we could find (£70 in case you were wondering). When we were ready, we exited via the window like on Saturdays. On the way out there began a pounding on the door, but we were gone before it could fly off its hinges.

As we were sprinting through the school grounds I had a bright idea. We turned on to main corridor just as the bell rang for last lesson. The corridor was full of girls in identical, if slightly more tidy school uniforms (you can't blame us; we'd just fought a battle so our clothes were slightly grubby and ripped). We blended into the crowd and tried not to get squished against any Walls (it happens). On the way past we slipped into the D of E cupboard and nicked off with a tent, sleeping bags and other camping supplies. Then we jumped out another window and ran into the woods under the cover of Hopes darkness/invisibility.

In the woods I thought of something. We'd have to lose our school uniform; you could see the bright red from miles away. Ed was all for burning them, but Hope pointed out that we might need them in the event that we came back. In the end we buried them in our practice clearing and changed into some of the clothes from our bags. Then we started to walk.

Round here you have Milton School, and Milton village about a kilometre away. Then there is nothing but fields and woods for about 40 miles in any direction. We didn't really know where we were going, so we decided to walk to the nearest town and make plans there. We would camp out wherever we'd got to until then. So we set off.

After about a week we began to get sick of each other. It was freezing, as January is; we were tired of walking; we were running out of food and some people can be really annoying when they're bored.

We call Ed, Annie and Grace the queens of YouTube. They have seen practically every funny/annoying song and to make matters worse they know ALL the words. Naturally it was only a matter of time before they started. Annie kicked it off:

"Chew gum and stick it on a tree, tree.

Just kidding that gum's for me, me.

I'm going on a killing spree, spree.

Ouch! I shot my knee."

She was abruptly silenced by a series of hackies. Of course 5 minutes later Ed continued with the annoyance:

"Do you like waffles? Yeah we like waffles.

Do you like pancakes? Yeah we like pancakes.

Do you like French toast? Yeah we li-"

More hackies. At that point I nearly cried. I LOVE French toast and I was starving. Eggy bread is one of the best breakfasts they serve at Milton and they were serving it that day. We walked in stony silence for about 10 minutes until Grace started singing too:

"There's a cat, meow, Flushing the toilet. There's a cat, meow, flushing the toilet. There's a-"

Hope spun round. "Will you shut up? Do you have any idea how annoying that is?"

Grace clammed up then, but Ed couldn't take the hint so she kept going;

"Oh banana massacarna dodododo. Oh banana massacarna dodododo."

Abby was beginning to get annoyed at this point as was I, but I wasn't going to say anything. God job Abby did. "Shut up!" she screamed. "We have been on the run for a week now. I'm cold, tired, and hungry and you 3 are getting on my last nerve. It is 9am on a Friday morning. Put a sock in it!" unfortunately she didn't realise what she'd said. I saw it coming when all 3 Queens of YouTube burst into a very loud chorus: "It's Friday, Friday, Gotta get down on Friday,

Everybody's looking forward to the weekend,

Friday, Friday, getting down on Friday,

Partying, partying, yeah!

Partying, partying, ye-"

There was an almighty crack of black lightning. Fortunately nobody was fried this time (it happens). However there was a nasty patch of burnt grass about 20cm from Annie.

"Jeez, I'm sorry!" she said Sounding slightly scared. "I'll stop with the singing. I'll tell you a story instead. A duck story!" then she launched into a rendition of the duck song, complete with duck walk. I'll admit it, at this point I caved. I began to laugh uncontrollably. I'm sorry but the duck walk is pretty funny. Unfortunately Hope and Abby just didn't see that. They looked like they wanted to fry Annie and launch her to America. That is until Annie played her trump card: the sinister elf. It's a weird dance that makes everybody laugh so much. Within 30 seconds we were all killing ourselves laughing, despite the circumstances and we remained completely creased for the next hour.

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