Stories


I like looking through my old posts from time to time to see how much I’ve changed. As you probably know, I hate seeing my old work, and I’d really like to prove to you that I’ve improved. It’s still awful, but better.

Chapter 7-8: Hair Problems and Important Announcements

I woke up in the exact location I had before. Everything looked the same, except for the position of the sun in the sky.

I walked over and took a look in the same mirror, noticing I was the same woman I was last time; though I wasn’t as scared when I saw my reflection.

I wandered into the same room, and found some familiar people among the many that were the opposite. The crowd of unrecognizable people made me feel sick.
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“Guilt, is a tough emotion. Sometimes, it swallows you up whole. Taking away the feel of true reality. But sometimes the truth and be even harder to bear than the endless lies you supply. Is it the truth that hurts more or the lies? Sometimes, we shall never know…”
Is it truly to love and let go?
Do those words truly mean something? 

Chapter 1- New Beginnings

If life could get any worse than this…

Winter sighed and looked out the window. It was a beautiful scenery that Winter itched to get her colored pencils and draw. But alas she was not in the mood for that.

Today, she was being shipped off to her uncle’s house. You are probably in good terms with your uncle and wouldn’t mind if you had live there for a while but Winter hated her uncle. She always never liked him. He was a strange man with wired spectacles, a walking cane and often mumbled and talked of strange things. He had always called her “Monarch Butterfly” which Winter thought was an annoyingly strange nickname for her. As a child she only came to her uncle’s house to see her aunt. Her aunt, Rosalyn was a wonderful person, caring, sweet, kind and a great cook. She always wondered why she had married such an awful person but that was a rude question to ask. She would play in her aunt’s garden. It was gorgeous with brightly colored flowers and sculptures. She kept building on to it because she believed it would keep her in good terms with the “fairies” and “pixies.” Her aunt believed in fairies and pixies and as a child she enjoyed listening to the stories she told. But when she was 5 her aunt was diagnosed with cancer and died. Everyone at her funeral shed tears for she was a wonderful person. After her aunt’s death, Winter believed her uncle got even more crazier as if he lost his sanity. He managed to keep the garden well and talked to it as if he were having a fine conversation with it. The rooms were all dusty and dirty as if you wanted to look at a glimpse of the past. Only 3 rooms were kept clean; the study, her aunts room and the guest room. She was devastated to be here. She might as well move to an orphanage.

She was being sent off there for a few reasons. After her brother’s murder, her mother became insane. She would drink and drink and hardly was ever sober. She was fired from her job and stayed home, drinking. Winter did as many after school activities so she wouldn’t be home often. The arts helped her cope. She drew her feelings, played her feelings on the clarinet and danced her feelings. She never dared to hurt her father but they got into loud arguments, frightening Winter. Her mother smashed bottles and threw furniture. The days her father worked late were the days she was even more frightened to go home. Her mother would knock her door and demand to come in, beating and hitting her. Her classmates would ask but Winter would just brush if off so they ended up just ignoring her which she didnt mind. She wasn’t like her brother who could stop her parents arguments easily. One day she was so fed up with it, she came over to her mother and yelled at her but she smashed a bottle on her head which sent her crying and her father having to bandage her. As time went on this issue became worse and not even the doctors could help her. Her father claimed this was not the woman he fell in love with. So now he was doing paperwork and trying to divorce her. Her father wanted her to be far away from this.

Her brother, Christopher.. He was a great person. He was the prize of the family while she stood silent in the background, not caring. Though she wished she were as great as her brother. He had inherited her fathers beautiful blond hair which was a yellowish color. Winter always wished she had gotten blond hair than black, it would make her pale complexion seem more darker. Her brother was perfect, good at everything. He excelled at sports and was the head of almost every team except football since he loathed that sport. He managed to keep wonderful grades, all A’s and AP classes. Winter was jealous at this because she was an average student and managed B’s, C’s and the occasional A. Her brother was very popular and was in good terms with everyone. Even the people who thought they hated him for his perfectness ended up liking him because he was a likable person. He even had a gorgeous girlfriend, her name was Diane. She had hazel eyes and beach blond hair. Of course she was the head cheerleader. Winter always wished she could make friends like that. She was quite unsociable and found it hard to make friends and strike conversations with people. She was quite shy and found it hard to open up to anyone. This led people to ignore her and lead her to have no friends. Her brother would try to find friends for her but Winter always dismissed his attempts. What do you do with a “friend”? If only her brother was still alive. He had a future. A perfect destiny. His future was a paved road while her’s was all bumps and ended up to the middle of nowhere. His death was a tortuous memory. It turned her insides out and made her feel undeniable shame for herself. It was a deep mental scar but on her conscious unlike her mother’s scar on her insanity. She was the useless child, the silent child, the child no one seemed to care about. While her brother was the star with never dying flame. She should have died..it would have been for the best. The memory of his death was fresh and clear as if it happened yesterday….

It was a cold autumn night, the wind blowing sending crisp colored leaves flying everywhere and landing cleanly on the ground. Winter couldn’t sleep, she heard footsteps and noises coming from downstairs. She believed it was her imagination and walked down the stairs with her red heart shaped pillow she slept with. Even though she was a teenager, she preferred sleeping with a soft object.

She went into the kitchen and reached for a cool polished glass and poured cold water in it. But what she saw outside almost made her glass. Two boys where standing near the window, they looked younger than Chris. One had bright, lively green eyes and held a golden knife while the other had brown eyes. Her brother stood in front of him, shocked and his hair ruffled from sleep. Winter his behind the doorway.

“What have you come here for?” Chris asked.

“I have come to kill you. Chris Penhollow.” The boy with green eyes said. This made Winter breathe a soft gasp. She tried to move but she was frozen with fear, her feet glued to the floor.

“What?” Chris’ eyes widened. “Why?”

But the boy said nothing and swiftly approached him. Chris dodged each strike and rummaged the room for something that could help him. He grabbed a pair of scissors as jabbed them at the boy. The boy worriedly shuffled and rolled out of the way. While Chris was consumed in fighting off the green eyes boy, the second boy came behind him. Winter wanted to scream, stomp or call 911. But her throat made now sound, her feet wouldn’t move and her arms were pinned down at her side. The brown eyed boy came behind him and punched him, sending him flying to the floor. The brown eyed boy pinned him down. Chris wriggled around flailing his arms, trying to punch the boy. Even though Chris was stronger and larger. The boys had the advantage since they were wide awake and Chris was interrupted from his sleep.

“Got him!” The brown eyed boy exclaimed.

“Good. Well, goodbye Chris. You werent a bad fighting opponent.” The green eyed boy brought the gleaming knife down.

“Wait! Tell my family..I love them!” Chris sputtered.

“Yeah yeah. Whatever.” The green eyed boy said. He sent the golden knife down to his heart twisting it as scarlet blood spilled out. He sent the knife down five times.

When Chris was completely dead and the boys were walking away. Winter’s senses reawakened and she fled to her brother, crying and holding his hand. She stared at his cold body with the golden life struck down on his heart. His face was cold, why did this have to happen?

The boys whirled around.

“What’s this? Chris had a lil sis?” The green eyed boy said, his eyebrow arching up.

“Hey. Kid were you here the whole time?” The brown eyes boy asked.

“Yes.” Winter said softy not making any eye contact.

“Wow. Your an idiot!” The green eyed boy laughed. “You could have saved your brother! Screamed, dialed 911 or stomped. But he’s dead now. You might as well held the bloody knife. And I wouldn’t have minded if I was interrupted by you…” He bent down and stroked her cheek. She flinched at the touch.

They whirled around and left. Winter shuddered. It was her fault…she..killed…him..she..could..have..saved him..

Winter got some rope loosely wrapped it around her and screamed.

Her parents rushed down and were shocked at the sight they saw. Their son was bleeding with a knife imprint in his heart. His eyes were fluttered closed and his blond hair was matted and bloody.

“Darling! What happened?” Her father cried.

“I came downstairs for water and saw 2 boys..One with green and the other with brown eyes came and k-k-k-killed him. The brown eyed one came and tied me up and wouldn’t let me move. The other boy had a knife and was fighting Chris. But he pinned him down and..and..s-s-st-stabbed him!” Winter cried. She wasn’t just crying because she was upset, she was crying because she lied. She could have saved him but she was frozen with fear. The guilt swallowed her up and resulted with eerie blackness..

Winter winced at the memory. It was April 26th, he didnt even make it to her birthday which was the next month. The guilt was still eating her up, to this very day. She should have-

“Ey! Winter we are here! I’ll help ya with your bags!” Paul exclaimed.

“Thanks Paul. You were a great driver.” Winter said. It was true. He chatted with her at the beginning of the way. They asked each other’s names and about where she was going. Paul was going to college in San Diego and was working part time to pay off the tuition.

“How much was the ride?” Winter asked.

“11.53!” He exclaimed.

Winter rummaged through her purse and only found 20 dollar bills. She handed him one and he looked around for change.

“Argh. You might as well could have-”

“Keep the change.” Winter said softly. At least she was doing a nice gesture for someone before she left to her uncles house. Paul seemed pleased and hopped in the cab.

“Good luck at yer Uncles house!” He exclaimed and zoomed away. Winter wished she could scream for him to come back, that she could help him by selling paintings. But her father would be cross if she decided not to go to her uncles house.

She looked up at the estate. The hedges were untrimmed and the grass was tall as if it had not been cut. Vines wrapped around it giving it the look of an abandoned palace. Of course this wasnt her palace and she was no princess with a perfectly ending love story. The garden still looked acceptable with roses, daffodils and flowers of every color. But the scent of the garden made her nostalgic, it just was filled with Rosalyn.

Winter went up to the doorbell and gulped. She pressed the gold button and let the bell echo and chime. Maybe, he wasnt home?

To her disappointment he opened the door. His hair was slick, his wired glasses taped and he wore a suit and he had his name tag from work reading “Fredrick Penhollow.”

“Ah. Monarch Butterfly! Come in! Come in!” Fredrick exclaimed and grabbed her luggage.

The house looked even more dismal without her aunt’s colorful touch. The grandfather clock chimed sadly singing a soft and sad melody.

He dragged her up to her room. It was gorgeous, with Aunt Rosalyn’s touch of style. The bed was a large canopy bed with blue and white stripes and fluffy pillows. The walls were plastered with various science posters of her uncle’s and paintings. There was a cherry wood table with a chair and a cushion on it. Next to the bed was a cherry wood nightstand with a silver lamp. The room was carpeted with vanilla colored carpet. The bathroom was small but decent, mostly green. Outside her window she had a fantastic view of Rosalyn’s ever famous garden. The smell of fresh flowers wafted throughout the room.

She laid down on the bed letting the silky sheets cover her body. She unpacked her stuff and left her clothes in the closet. She took out her sketchbook and contemplated what to draw. She found herself better at observational drawing than imagining things to draw but the only thing she could draw with her imagination was fairies. She drew the garden through Rosalyn’s eyes. Beautiful flowers with dancing fairies. The drawing was bittersweet.

“Tea!” Fredrick cried.

Winter sighed, and left the sketchbook on the nightstand. She sniffed the air and smelled English Brunch tea. She smiled, at least he had good taste in tea compared to the Earl Gray tea he used to bring. Her nose crinkled at the thought. Fredrick was sitting at the table with a newspaper and his glasses were loosely perched on his nose. He held a dainty pink teacup and was drinking calmly. Winter poured herself some and took a seat across from him.

“Ah. Very interesting article.” He murmured to no one in particular. Winters deep blue eyes focused on the floor hoping that he wouldn’t notice her. As if it was on demand Fredrick looked right at her.

“So Winter I have some fantastic news!” He exclaimed and set the teacup down.

Winter raised an eyebrow, she didn’t know what this mans idea of “good news” was.

“Well, what is it?” Winter asked.

“I have enrolled you in a boarding school.” He replied.

Authors Note: Holy :O It is long. I hope you can survive. 2 more chapters when characters are introduced! Foxface I am waiting for your character :3 

Chapter 1, Chosen, Click Here

Don woke up, his head pounding. Although he had awakened, he didn’t open his eyes. If he could freeze time right now, lie warm and protected, safe and sound, he would. No question. But he couldn’t. He had to get up and face the day after the reaping.

He still couldn’t believe that he had even chosen. But after all, a small part of him had always told him he would die young. But… But what if, what if he actually managed to kill some, enough as to he would live…?

No, he reminded himself firmly. You are not going to live. So snap out of it!

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Chapter 2, Rose Garden

“Sure, I guess if I won’t intrude.”

“Course they will be fine with it!” I said with a smile. I was glad that An wanted to eat lunch with us! It made me feel all warm inside.

I vaguely remember why I had such a sick obsession with flowers, not any flowers. Roses, any colors the bright cherry red ones, the soft pink or pale yellow. I didn’t care, they were all roses. 

A while ago when I was around 5, my mom picked me up from my classes. It was a bright and warm spring day. A day in April when the flowers were just beginning to bloom. In school I was made fun a little that my hair was bright red, they called me strawberry. It made me feel sad but alas I still have my bright red hair color. I have thought about dying it blond but my mom loved my red hair. I shall never disobey her thoughts. 

My mom wanted me to feel better so she brought me to a beautiful meadow. She set me right near the roses, her favorite plant. 

She had told me that even roses were beautiful they were armed and dangerous. She gently picked up a rose and gave it to me. Her crisp green eyes were sparkling with joy and expressing kindness. She said that people were like that to, their exterior might me rough, hard and rugged but you have to learn to appreciate what is in the inside. 

 That mere analogy has made me appreciate the true reason of roses, not just to look and pick up. But to appreciate the armed beauty those flowers had. 

People are like roses rugged on the outside but absolutely beautiful on the inside. 

Ever since my mother, Genevieve passed away I feel that roses are my only hold on my mother. My last bit of hope, that last star in the sky. The brightest of them all. 

“Um..Cain? Are you alright?” An asked curiously.

“Oh yea! I am totally fine!” I exclaimed my face flushing a little. Whoah, I totally just zoned out in front of her.

We walked down to the botanical gardens, my favorite place of all. I walked over to the roses and I took a big whiff of the beautiful flowers. An smiled her dimples showing.

“Hey Cain! Over here!” Halley explained and waved. When she saw An her smile quickly evaporated into a frown. Why was that?

“Oh hey An and Cain?” Jordan asked confused.

“Um hey guys! Where is Sam?” I asked.

“Umm..I think he got lunch detention or something like that?” Jordan said with a shrug.

“Hey is it fine if An joins us for lunch?” I asked.

“Sure it is fine with me.” Jordan said and Halley kicked him. An stood there her bright eyes changing to a stormy gray. I wonder why?

“NO!” Halley said immediately.

“Come on Halley give it a rest.” Jordan said smoothly and calmly.

“Fine.” She hissed.

“It is fine I can sit somewhere else…” An said her voice trailing off as if she was in another world.

“No no. Just stay.” I said and An took a seat next to me. It was strange, as if An and Halley knew each other and had a strong relationship. It was very confusing to think about.

“Hey Jordan can you come with me to warm up my lunch?” Halley asked and Jordan nodded. They ran off together.

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I grabbed two croissants from my lunch. I preferred my croissants warm not cold for some reason. It has been a habit for me since I was very young. I just remebered I had to get a project from my art teacher!

“Jordan! Could you warm these up for me?” I asked.

“Alright Halley. But why would you warm them up?” He asked me confused.

“Hm..WHATEVER!” I exclaimed very annoyed and walked away.

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I put Halley’s food in the microwave and got distracted by Sam who was walking by.

“Sam! Where were you!” I exclaimed.

“Detention..” He grumbled and I laughed. How could he get lunch detention?

“Mhmm…” I said. The microwave started beeping really loudly. Shizz.

“JORDAN! WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO TO MY LUNCH!” Halley screamed. I looked at the croissants and realized that they were mostly burned. Whoops, stupid Sam distracted me.

 ”Sorry!” I exclaimed and she smiled. She looked so much nicer when smiled.

(Psst they looked kind of like this Bad Croissants checked!

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“Well, what are your interests?” I asked An while eating my sandwich. She was politely eating her wild rice with a smile on her face.

“I like drawing, soccer, listening to one direction and hmm. Just hanging out. Hey, why are you so obsessed with roses? ” She said calmly.

“On..umm do you think that is weird? Well, it reminds me of my mother…” I said softly. She probably thinks I am a crazy weirdo. She smiled.

“No, that is so sweet.” She said with a shining smile on her face.

“Ooh did anything interesting happen here?” Jordan asked with a smirk.

Lunch carried on normally.

“I will be right back guys!” I exclaimed and ran. An sighed.

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I ran to the rose garden well because I needed to seek out my mom for advice for guidance. After, lunch I always did this. Visiting the roses was like me visiting my mother’s grave. But it still brought hope to me. Some days I feel that as if my mother is here, still standing by my side. I sighed. I wish necromancy was real. I would certainly risk my life for my mother, her life mattered more. I wish that I was the one who died. I never really told anyone this but it is a little embarrassing sadly. Sometimes, I act like a girl. Hm, let’s change this. Well, most of the time.

I picked  rose and got rid of the thorns and felt the soft petals. They were so beautiful.

“So what are you doing here?” An asked.

“Oh just looking at the flowers.” I said a little embarrassed.

“It is fine. That is nice you are doing this. Thinking of these beautiful flowers as your mom. It is heart-warming. I have never seen such a kind and caring guy like you. I am a little surprised that you don’t have a girlfriend.

I blushed, those were the most kindest words anyone has told me. But the only girl I want as my girlfriend was An.

“Thank you An. That was very kind of you.” I said and smiled.

Well, what a romantic moment. I came up with another idea. It may be better than this one…So I am going to type up the first chapter for that and see how I like it. But I might continue this one but it won’t be for Pandora’s challenge :3

 

This is the story of how I met her. The girl that changed my life forever. I still remember her soft silky voice like it was yesterday. Lilliana Nathalia Gerheart. Why did she have to go? Why did she have to return to her home? Her true home?

My name is Oliver Sanders, and this is the story of how I fell in love with a fairy.

CHAPTER 1: Silk

Talk of a new student has been going around like wildfire. And I ended up being one of the first to know. Because I saw her, my eyes helped me see her. I was happy they did.

She had a beautiful smile. As beautiful as the moon and stars glimmering together in the night sky. Her eyes were as blue as the sky on a clear day. Her hair was blond, like the sand on a clean beach.

The part I noticed about her most was her soft, silky voice. She used it like it was precious. Soft, sweet, personable.

“What are you doing staring at her?” Brendon asked me, snapping my out of my sudden daydream.

“Brendon! Don’t do that!” I snapped at my friend. I still stared at her. She turned at me, just a glimpse, and continued walking right on by, heading on to her new class. She was being guided by Alice Opal, a popular girl in our school. Alice has everything: a smartphone, a fancy red car… an attitude problem… she’s just holding it in right now. I could tell that she’s envious through her grey eyes. While the new girl…

“Oliver!” Brendan shouted. I really wanted to slap him right now. But then he notified me that the bell had rung for the next class.

Family Consumer Science class was next, and I noticed that the new girl was in my class. She looked at her cooking supplies and smiled, gentle, warm.

I looked sullenly at my tray of ingredients. We were making breads. Ms. Wenston, the teacher, called this the “Bread and Pastry Test”. Ms. Wenston always thought us students were these expert chefs and make a dish perfectly. Why did I have to have a perfectionist teacher?

I looked at the new girl again. She was preparing the ingredients, gracefully and gingerly, as if she put care into a dish.

I just smashed mine together. And I rolled mine out and rolled it up. A “croissant”. Really, I needed to improve.

The new girl was making rolls. She gracefully kneaded her ingredients together, like it was precious, again. Why can’t I do that?

I stashed my “croissants” in the oven and waited impatiently, still watching her. She, using her dexterous touch, placed the tray of dough in the oven. She set the timer and waited patiently, oven mitts ready.

My croissants were done, and I put them out of the oven. Darn, they look horrible.

I swear, no one would be able to tell these were croissants. I tasted one, hesitantly, and it was horrible.

When she took her rolls out of the oven, they looked perfect. She even glazed them with HONEY. HONEY. The teacher gave her a wink as she walked by.

“Wonderful job, Lilliana.”

As she noticed my croissants, she picked one up and took a bite out of it. For a second, there was a look of disgust present on her face as she tried to consume my concoction.

“Nice try, Oliver,” Ms. Wenston said to me, “you may need a little extra help.”

“I can help.”

I turned and saw Lilliana coming towards me, disarming, caring, gentle. She handed me one of her honey rolls. I took a gentle bite out of it. It was so delicious.

“I’m Lilliana, but some people call me Lili. It’s nice to meet you!”

“I’m Oliver,” I replied nervously.

She looked down at my croissants, “Oliver, I think I know what the problem is. Besides from the fact you rolled it up awkwardly, there is too much salt in there.”

“I’ll roll it up better next time. And add less salt.”

She nodded and walked away, back to her table. Lilliana had just walked to me, me, and gave me cooking advice. Something felt special about that.

end of Chapter One

This is the story of how the team “The Dragon’s Butterfly” came to be. The most roughest and toughest, yet graceful and beautiful team on the seas. Love is found in the strangest places they say.  

Chapter 1, You Found Me by the Fray

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin’ on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded

“Goodbye, Mrs. Clyde. Thank you for the lessons!” The girl exclaimed and ran off in a hurry. Finally, the awful dancing lessons were over. Belladonna, was wonderful and talented at dancing but she simply despised it.

“Bye, my dear Princess Belladonna!” Her teacher exclaimed after her. But her teachers exclamations were drowned out by her thoughts of sewing, riding her horse Night, painting and reading all sorts of literature or poetry. She did not want to be a gentlewomen, her brother forced this dreadful task upon her so in the future she could be a great housewife. Belladonna was 17 but she cared more about getting a successful education than doing the things her brother, Prince Andrew assigned her to do.

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“Belladonna! I have something to tell you!” Andrew exclaimed.

“What?” She asked hoping that Andrew got a few things for her horse Night. But she highly doubted that. Andrew, was an awful older brother, he broke her mother’s heart and acted as if he was her father and controlled her life in his very hands. It was ever since that fateful day her father died of the Plague, her brother ‘Prince Andrew was never the same.

“You are getting married.” he said nonchalantly.

“WHAT?” She hissed her beautiful turquoise eyes turning into an ice crystal.

“It is final, you are getting married to Prince Ian.” He said. Prince Ian? She had heard many rumors of him, that he married at a young age and had many many wives. He was stone and cold hearted but very attractive. She could not live with a harsh man like that, she would much rather die.

“I am not! Father said that I am not pick my own husband! Since, when were you Father! You are not as kind or as a wonderful person as he was! I WISH YOU DIED!” She exclaimed. Andrew grabbed her by the collar of her dress.

“Ever say something like that again and die.” He said and strutted away. Belladonna sighed, she did not want to marry this awful man! What would she do? But then it became evident, she was going to run away. She did not care about the costs, she had to go now. But where would she go? She had no clue.

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Belladonna packed a few things in her satchel, her favorite book Little Women, a sketchpad with a few pencils and a few things for sewing. She did not how long she was going to be gone. She slipped on a gold chain with a black horse locket. The backing was silver and the black gem was polished bright.

Belladonna put on a dark blue cap and settled for a a short red dress with long black pants.

“Emalie, come!” Belladonna exclaimed. A small petite girl with long curly brown hair and chocolate brown colored eyes. She was wearing a simple black maids dress.

“Yes miss? You hardly call me. Is everything alright? You look wonderful! Your straight blond hair and turqiouse eyes. Oh, and your slim waist. Wait..where are you going?” The maid babbled.

“Emalie, did you know that you were always my favorite maid? Thank you. I shall be leaving, do not tell anyone that I left and where I am going. I am running away. Good bye. Please, take care of my horse Night.” Belladonna sighed and jumped out the window. Belladonna handed Emalie a ruby necklace as a gift. It minutes Belladonna was off.

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Belladonna ran like she had never ran before. She felt like a horse, wild and free with no limits just full freedom. Belladonna was finally happy.

On the dock was a large boat called the ‘Mermaid Melody.’

“Wow! It is beautiful!” Belladonna exclaimed and stared up at the ship. It was no elaborate ship but it was beautifully crafted and sculpted.

“AH! I HAVE GOT YOU NOW PRINCESS!” A pirate exclaimed and grabbed Belladonna’s small waist.

“Let go of me you filthy scumbag!!” She screamed and kicked the man. The pirate groaned and quickly applied a pressure point and she fainted.

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“Is the Princess awake?” A pirate asked.

Belladonna’s eyes fluttered open and she quickly sat up. She was surrounded by lot of filthy pirates who examined her like a rare specimen of butterfly.

“What do you want with me!!” She begged. A pirate with strange striped hair and a segment of striped skin slapped her in the face. She let out a soft shriek.

“There, now shut up.” He said most of the pirates were surprised by his rash actions.

“Hm, Stripes. That was not that kind to our visitor was that?” A man said calmly. Belladonna immediately felt as if she was in the book Snow White, she was the princess, the pirates were the dwarfs and this man was the prince. He had light brown hair that hung over his eyes and his eyes were the color of cinnamon. He was very handsome and tan. He was quite muscled too. Belladonna immediately felt a soft blush rise upon her cheeks. But she decided to dispel the thoughts of this man who walked into the room.

“Looks like the Princess likes someone..” The pirate with strange stripes said with an amusing smirk on his face. Belladonna angrily threw something at the pirate’s face. He rubbed his face making sure it was alright.

“Stripes, may I talk to the Princess  alone?” He said with an irritated expression on his face. Belladonna quickly got up and held her bag as if there were a hundred diamonds in there.

“Wh..what do you want with me!” She said trying to show a hint of courage in her exclamation but it only showed to the man that she was just as scared as brave.

“Don’t worry, you shall be back to the palace in no time! I just got to think of a good amount so ransom you for and starve you a little they can be worried!” He said cheerfully. Belladonna’s eyes widened, she came here to get away not to get sent back to the palace! She could only imagine Prince Andrew’s fury when they send her back, maybe a beating or worse he would hurt Night! Wait, but Emalie had her precious horse nice and safe. Hopefully.

“You can not send me back! I refuse too! But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!Arise, fair sun, and-” Belladonna said and was interuppted in the middle of her sentence.

“Aye! I do not need you to go about quoting literature and such. Just shush. Why on Earth would you want to be with a bunch of rugged pirates?” He asked very curious on the fact that she refused to leave. And her whole quoting of Shakespeare, made him a little home sick. Belladonna’s face flushed which he concluded that happened a lot.

Belladonna felt a little offended that her Shakespeare quoting was interuptted since she adored him. She thought he was brilliant playwright. She wished he were alive so she could actually talk to him.

“Oh..sorry. I just adore Shakespeare. Well, my brother was forcing me to marry the most heartless and cruel Prince. His name is Prince Ian. But he is very rich and handsome. But has no care for anyone else, maybe not including his parents…” She said very softly and stared down at her feet.

“Well, you are going to miss being pampered little lady? Don’t they do everything for you!” He said trying to hide his smirk. Belladonna stared down at him angrily, she would show him!

“Well, if you think I am so used to ‘palace life’, I am going to become a pirate then!” She exclaimed and stood proud without a look of fear on her face. She would show this man what she was made of! Horse riding was no easy sport!

He smirked, she would probably be begging him for mercy the next day. Which would be very amusing to watch. It did not hurt.

“Sure, I bet you are going to be begging on my knees! Well, change already you stink. Well, maybe that is because he dropped you in the ocean..but it is all good.” He said.

“Wait..where and what’s your name?” She asked.

“Just call me Dragon like everyone else. No Captain Dragon to you. You will be staying with me because the only person I really trust is Andre..” He said.

Belladonna sighed, she was not to keen on wearing men’s clothes. She took the smallest clothes he had went to the bathroom. She felt refreshed after her bath and her mind felt clearer. She had realized she had probably dropped her shirt outside. She guessed that..Dragon was somewhere else so she could go out without being noticed.

She tiptoed outside and picked up her shirt.

“What are you doing!” Dragon asked his face reddening.

Belladonna shrieked and jumped up trying to cover herself. Dragon snickered for a little while.

“Augh!” She exclaimed and put on her clothes in the bathroom.

“Are you ready to become a pirate!?” He asked hoping she would be whimpering in fear or some other girly thing like that.

“Of course! I am up for the challenge!” Belladonna replied her eyes shining and bright. She would show him!

Authors note: Not that original in the plot…but what do you think? Well, each chapter is going to be based of a song like how this one was based off You Found Me by the Fray. This took me a while to write cause I just could not find a good endpoint to stop this! I hope you enjoy this! Yay for new stories for me to write!! :D  

Yes, the hunger games is coming out soon and I am beyond excited!! I am seeing it a week after with my friends and then we are going to eat lunch and hang out. So excited!! And my birthday is in less than a month and on Spring Break? Who could ask for a better birthday present? Maybe, some normal weather not strange 40′s, snow, rain and suddenly sparking into the 6o’s kind of weather. Maryland has some freaking strange weather..

Pleaseeee check my story blog :3? http://storiesofrandy.wordpress.com/ It is in a desperate need of a makeover…I know xD. 

 

I changed the title. So yea first chapter for Pandora’s contest!

The warm sun on my light brown hair. The cool breeze whipping my face, leaving my face a little red. This is where I truly belong. In Gym playing soccer. I feel adrenaline pumping through my body, directing every kick and goal I make. I grit my teeth passing the soccer ball to Jordan. Would we win this game? The suspense leaving beads of sweat on my forehead. Sam and Halley are in perfect location. I am awakened when I see a girl with brown hair and sparkling eyes like a kaleidoscope on the field.

“Whoah! Halley, who is that?” I ask a little baffled by her sudden appearance onto the field. And we were just in a middle of a soccer game! A great way to crash the game, chic.

“Oh, that’s the new girl. Hm…Anastasia from Canada. I think she is in our homeroom.” she replied and loosened her ponytail. Our gym uniforms weren’t that bad. We wore blue shorts and a white shirt. At least we didn’t look like criminals in a jail.

“Um..hi! I am Anastasia but call me An! I am from Canada. And new so yea!” she exclaimed and approached us.

“Hey! Nice to meet you! The kid with the black hair is Jordan the ‘cool kid’, the girl with black hair a blue highlights is Halley. She is goth/punk so don’t mess with her. The kid with caramel brown hair is Cain. Our sporty kid and I am Sam the nice and smart one!” he said enthusiastically.

“Sheesh. You didn’t have to say our life story. Are you flirting?” I whispered in Sam’s ear.

“No. We are single men since Jordan and Halley are dating. Do you like her.” he replied and had a ridiculous smile on his face. I had the sudden urge to slap him and leave a red mark. But I had to control that or Mr. Fernando would put me in detention and i am not in the mood for scrubbing trophies slick. Halley poured the cooler of cold water on his head. Who broke out into a chorus of cursing.

“Dude! Calm down with the cursing!” I exclaimed. An stood around looking really ditzy and lost in a daydream. A baseball was approaching her..

“Hmm..” she mumbled.

“AN! WATCH OUT!” I said and pushed her. I realized I was on top of her. I face turned red and An turned bright pink.

“God, Cain. You got to control yourself. Anyways, we have to go inside.” Halley replied between giggles.

“Gosh. I am really sorry An. That ball was going to hit you in the head if you wiped that ditzy look on your face. I got up and sat cross legged next to her.

“Oh yea..Good point! Thanks for that anyways. I probably just zoned out..Well I will see you around!” she exclaimed.

“Hey! Meet me after Gym!” I screamed after her and she turned around with a nod.

Sam was right. Was he physic? I think I might like her. Her eyes made her stand out from everyone and she didn’t seem to be as girly as all the other girls in my high school. She just needed to stop zoning out before some guy decides to be rude and trip her in the hallway.

I changed back into my jeans and sweatshirt and moved on to my next class.

“Hey Cain!” she exclaimed and waved. She was wearing a pair of gray jeans, a shirt that said something about raising money for Progeria, gray boots and a necklace with a heart pendant.

“Oh, hey An. What’s your next class? I asked.

“Latin! I can’t take French cause I speak it fluently. I liked in Old Quebec City where there was French EVERYWHERE!” she sang with a shining smile.

“Oh, you could help me. I am really bad at French.” I groaned. Now I felt bad about not studying for the test I had soon.

“Haha. It is really easy. I do not see how you couldn’t get it. Are you stupid or something?” she asked curiously. I groaned she really ‘boosted’ my self esteem.

“Naw. I just don’t get it.” I groaned.

“Oh. I am at my class now! Thanks for walking with me!” she said and ran in.

Wow, she seemed really interesting. But nice.

For the rest of my French class, I just couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her eyes. Her hair. Her attitude..her lips.

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Ah. Cain. Just what I came here for. Won’t be long before I am back home doing my normal duties.

I do enjoy being here, it is a rest from my normal life. But I do enjoy the thrills of my job. Cain is a very interesting subject. I can sense his aura is strong but with many conflicting emotions fighting him. I will help him, but he needs to trust me slowly.

“An! Have you finished your worksheet?” she asked. I nodded, it was going to be along day. Good, I have Sewing next. My favorite. Oh, I think I have that with Cain. Wonderful.

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Augh, Sewing! Last time I stabbed myself with the needle and it was actually pretty embarrassing. I bet the whole class was thinking I was a total idiot..

“Class dismissed!” Mr. Ellison exclaimed and I grabbed my books. I ran out the door waiting for Jordan.

“Hey Cain! Whats up?” He asked.

“Eh. Nothing really I have sewing next.” I groaned. Jordan laughed and slapped me in the back of the head. I groaned and playfully punched him in his shoulder.

“So..do you like An?” He said with an evident smirk on his face. I wanted to slap that smirk on his face. Augh. I have the best friends in the world. They always like to tease me for things.

“Um..yea..sort of..” I said my facing turning into a bright shade of pink.

“Haha. I knew it. I won’t tell. I am as loyal as a dog.” He said and smirked. He made a weird puppy dog face. I bet Halley would start teasing him if she was here now.

We walked into the class together and I sat next to Jordan as usual. I got out my tote box which had my almost completed tote bag in it. It was dark blue with a side pocket. I got my seams right and all but I have very bad focus. Which explains why I always end up scratching myself with a needle.

An ran into the class panting and red.

“Excuse me. Are you Ms. Jamieson?” She asked a little flustered. Ms. Jamieson had a bright smile on her face and directed her finger in the empty seat next to me.

“Oh hey again!” She exclaimed with a smile. Oh, great how was I going to focus in this class with her in here!

The class went on fine. I helped An with most of the things she did not understand how to do. Thankfully, I finished everything without getting a cut on my finger! Ms. Jamieson said that I did a nice job and gave me an A for this class. Which I am very pleased due the fact based on my last class.

We finished sewing and I walked back to homeroom with An.

“Hey. Do you have anyone to eat lunch with An?” I asked calmly and coolly. I did not want to blow this opportunity.

“Oh no. I think I may sit alone.” She whispered.

“Hey eat lunch with us in the garden!” I said. She smiled and nodded.

Yes, score for Cain!

xx Hope you enjoyed it!

 

 

oh oh oh oh, I got a love that keeps me waiting

oh oh oh oh, I got a love that keeps me waiting

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1. My computer is all fixed! It’s so nice and thank you back up drives! I encourage you to get one!

2. We got snow! Like an inch.. But oh well!

3. We’re having pancakes for breakfast. This is very important for you to know.

4. MT proposed to me last night! We’re getting married!

5. I think I finally had a dream. Which will be turned into a story.

Now this post may look long, and it might be. Here’s a more button that you can press:

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This is the longest Chapter ever. I don’t think it’s the best one ever, though. I’ll let you be the judge on that

Previous:
After a few minutes of cutting, a mirror was shoved in my face, showing me the outcome.

Shiny, combed hair, a few inches shorter, that fell past my shoulders.

I touched a piece of my hair to make sure it was really mine. Sure enough, it was

“Pretty, huh? Now, come on, you’re wanted for something important.”

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My hearts a stereo, it beats for you so listen close, hear my thoughts in every note.

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This is a new story I’m working on. I know, I had a story already, but I kinda got bored with it. Well, here it goes…

Cynthia tapped her pen on the lamp-lit desk. It was dim, which made it almost impossible to see, with the only other light source being the moonlight. She looked around for a tab bit. “I need inspiration,” she thought, “if I want to win this contest.”

She got up and looked in the mirror. Staring back at her is a strawberry-blond haired girl with sky-blue eyes. She was a little thin, but she also was a little short, 5’1″ to be exact. Sighing at herself, Cynthia sat back in her chair. It was soft, as if a blanket had covered it, which hadn’t happened at all.

She wrote down the following:

Who I Am- Lyrics and Music by Cynthia Venlook

key- E minor

 

How am I awakened because of you?

Thinking you really know me?

How could you definately know me…

if you don’t know who I’m destined to be?

Do you know me for who I am?

Do you even care?

If you see me you’ll understand.

If you’d even dare to care at all.

 

You see me in the mirror

I don’t see what you see

I’m done with playing pretend

I’ll follow who I’m destined to be

 

Be careful what you wish for they would say

I wish and wish every day

At least as I’m still alive

In every single way

 

You don’t know me for who I am,

I’m not sure if you even care

When you saw me, you understand

That I’m not even close to who I say I am…

 

You wouldn’t give a care

If you even wanted to

I know that is true.

 

Take my hand

Please understand who I really am

 

Do you know me for who I am?

Do you even care?

If you see me you’ll understand.

If you’d even dare to care at all.

Cynthia stopped writing. She planted her face against her desk. “It’s too short!” Cynthia sighed.

“Short but sweet…” Cynthia imagined a voice say. It was a soft, sweet voice that she had thought about, every single day, after the accident that changed her life.

“Mom, I don’t think this song is going to cut it,” Cynthia thought, in response to what her mother would’ve said.

If I were a judge, I would think of this as a winner. Look, Cynthia, even if you don’t win, you’re always a winner to me…”

Cynthia stopped short. Although she had imagined the voice, it felt as it it was real, that her mother was right next to her, smiling as she wrote. A tear had slowly shed from her cheek. The warmth of her mother’s touch was long missed.

Sometimes, Cynthia felt like her mother was the only one who really truely cared about her.

With this thought, she felt her eyes wear out and ended up sleeping right there on her desk.

“Cynthia!”

Cynthia groaned at this yelling.

“Cynthia!”

“Not now, Jenna! I’m trying to slee-”

“But you’re late for school!” Jenna, Cynthia’s little sister, continued.

With that, she jumped up. She stared at the alarm clock, which read 7:03.

“Aw, shoot!” Cynthia shouted, jumping up. She didn’t change out of her clothes, but Cynthia didn’t care at the moment. She dashed down the stairs and took a single strawberry, counting it as “breakfast”. Panting, she continued rushing to get ready. At one point, she almost forgot her writing lyrics. The entries were due at the end of the week, and today was Wednesday. She dashed out the door when a stiff hand slipped her paper right out of her hands. It was Trudy Netherwater, Cynthia’s stepmother.

“Are you thinking of entering this foolish contest?” Netherwater asked. Cynthia didn’t know how to respond. “I’ll take that as a yes…” Netherwater continued, tearing the pieces of paper until they were about one inch pieces.

She watched in aghast as the pieces of paper fluttered as they flew from Netherwater’s hands. After she was all done, Netherwater remarked, “There is no point in entering these contests, understand, Cynthia? There is barely any chance that it could be a winner.

Once again, Cynthia thought, “Only my mother had really cared about me.”

Cynthia’s father wasn’t all bad, but Cynthia just hated him for choosing this gaudy, Cinderella-stepmother-like woman, but he failed to see that. She exited the house without looking back. Smiling, she ran not to the school. She ran to a nearby radio station. It was the one that had the contest. Cynthia opened her backpack and took out another piece of paper.

“Good thing I brought a spare sheet,” Cynthia said, smiling. Gently, she folded her entry and placed it in the entries box. Before closing her backpack, she looked at a picture in there that she has kept every single day.

It was a picture of her and her mother. Cynthia was only 5 months old then, still experiencing things for the first time. Most of all, she remembered the words that her mother had always said to her. She would sing to her as a baby, and Cynthia still remembered her sweet sound in the song.

Even After I’m Gone

key- A minor

I will always be here

Even after I’m gone

Right here in your heart

I will always belong

 

With eyes blue as the sky

And hair blond as the sun

You’re my little angel

Even after I’m gone.

 

Nothing in the world can seperate us

Nothing even after I’m gone

Take care my little one, I’ll be here while I can

In your heart is where I belong

 

Don’t cry my little one

I’m here for now

I will alway look to you

I strongly vow

 

To be here with you

And be where we belong

Cause remember I’ll still be here

Even after I’m gone

 

Now that Cynthia thought about it, the song was kind of depressing, especially now, every time she would think of her mother, she thought of this song, and reminded her that she’s still in her heart even after she’s gone.

Confident, she thought to herself that she will win, no matter what people tell her. She gently placed the picture back in the backpack and ran straight to school.

I don’t know if I should finish this or not ~

She asked me to dance, exposing her wrist bent over so I could take her hand and spin her across the dancefloor. It was definitely dark, like a disco. I felt as if everyone was looking at us as if they were waiting for this to happen. Blushing, I took her palm and twirled her. As she was finished, I placed my hand on her waist and kissed her.

I woke up from some recurring dream I had, sometime in early December. It’s about one of my closest friends Janani, but I don’t like her like that and I never did before – at least I don’t think I do. I thought hard about why these images would be appearing in my unconscious mind. My cat, Dizz, taunts me about it. Yeah, a talking cat, but I’m not focusing on that hocus pocus. There I fell back in my unmade bed and just thought to myself.

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Since I wrote Chapter 7 while I was half asleep, I rewrote it and added some other stuff I forgot the first time around.

Previous:
“You’re saying this girl is my sister?” The boy who was apparently Emrys asked, “As long as she isn’t anything like Shaelynn…”

“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!” I said, “Who says we’re related?!”

“It’s his fault you all are related.” The Headmistress snapped, pointing to the man next to her.

The man wrapped his arms around me, “Welcome home, Athena.

Chapter 7: Hair Problems.

Gasps and murmurs were exchanged between the students. The Headmistress looked even more furious than she did earlier. She looked me up and down like I was something the cat had hacked up, and she was the one being forced to clean it.

“They get worse and worse,” She muttered, “This one doesn’t know how to use a hairbrush.”

I blushed. I hadn’t brushed my hair since yesterday, that, and what the helmet from Driver’s Ed did to it made it look terrible.

“Everyone’s a hair critic.” I mumbled, pulling a hair tie off my wrist and putting my hair up.

“Heads up, Girl!” My Driver’s Ed teacher shouted, throwing something to me. It was my chariot racing helmet.

“Sasha!” Hayden said, giving me a spear, “I think this is yours.”

Putting my helmet on and holding Hayden’s spear, I realized: I was the girl from the sketch. For some reason, all of this felt like I’d experienced it before, only somewhere else.

Cassandra ran into the room, ruining my few seconds of glory. “Sasha is, in fact the last of the twelve, and part of the lost prophecy. The bad part about this situation, is that the prophecy is incomplete. Who knows what she’ll have to go through?”

“Who says we should believe you?” Someone shouted, “You’ve been wrong several times before.”

“No I haven’t!” Cassandra shouted defensively, “No one believes me, that’s all. If you want proof, read the scroll yourself.”

‘This is bad,’ I thought, ‘Really bad.’

I hoped a certain reincarnation was going to tell me I was going to be alright, but she stayed silent.

“Let’s not worry about that, now,” Cassandra said, cheerily, “Back to your dorms!”

All the students left the Cafeteria, either returing to their dorms, or going to the library, gym, or pool. Basically anywhere they felt like as long as they were back by the nine o’ clock curfew.
It was pretty much a loss, considering it was already eight thirty.

I sighed, walking out of the Cafeteria and to my dorm.

Lineee Breakkkk…. [Insert elevator music here]

Opening the door to my dorm, I walked in and immeadiately changed out of my uniform.

Neglecting my hair, mainly because I lost my hairbrush, I climbed into bed. I didn’t care how early it was, I closed my eyes and welcomed sleep.

[Sasha's Second Dream.]

I woke up in the same ancient castle as before. Nothing different, except for the time of day.

Looking in the same mirror, I was the same woman I was last time; Who, I can see, has still not learned how to brush her hair. This didn’t scare me as much as last time, knowing it was all a dream and I’d wake up soon.

I wandered into the same room, and I found the same people, along with some unfamiliar faces.

I wanted to run to the Library, because I was so overwhelmed by people; But I was stopped by Aphrodite and a hairbrush.

She grabbed my arm and tried dragging away, but I pulled away.

“The hairbrush won’t kill you,” Aphrodite explained, “It’ll help your… Hair- Uh- situation.”

“I don’t need your help,” I said, releasing myself from her tight grip, “Let alone want it.”

“Just look at your hair though,” Aphrodite complained, picking up a piece of my hair, “It’s terrible. Gross, Split ends!”

“I guess my hair could use brushing,” I mumbled, “And whatever you have to do to fix what you call ‘split ends’.”

“Yay!” Aphrodite squealed, grabbing my arm, “Come with me.”

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“Ouch,” I complained as the brush went through my hair, “What are you doing to me?”

“Brushing your hair!” Aphrodite said, in an obvious tone, “You practically begged me to do it.”

“Just let me cut it short…”

This earned me a look of pure terror.

“Cut it short?! But it’s long and pretty, and it actually makes you look like a woman!”

The Sasha part of me wanted to leave at this point, but the other part stayed. She must have a higher tolerance level for people like Aphrodite.

“Be right back!” Aphrodite called, cheerily skipping out the door.

Now. Now was my time to escape. Run, Girl, Run!

I didn’t run anywhere. I stayed right where I was, letting Aphrodite return with scissors.

I was terrified. What was this lady going to do to my hair?

After a few minutes of cutting, a mirror was shoved in my face, showing me the outcome.

Shiny, combed hair, a few inches shorter, that fell past my shoulders.

I touched a piece of my hair to make sure it was really mine. Sure enough, it was.

“Pretty, huh? Now, come on, you’re wanted for something important.”

[End of Chapter 7]
So, Chapter 8 is still part of Sasha’s dream, and you’ll figure out what this ‘Sonething Important’ is. Which, I’m still trying to remember…

So, I had written this up for a friend who had made the characters Veronica and Nick, and I decided that you guys might like it!

Warning: Kissing scenes ahead. It’s not to bad, but just a warning for those who don’t like it. Although I encourage you to read the part about the mustang with a Christmas tree on top!

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Weew! ‘Nother chapter headed your way. Really busy week. 3 days ’til break!

Previous:

“You’re saying this girl is my sister?” The boy who was apparently Emrys asked, “As long as she isn’t anything like Shaelynn…”

“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!” I said, “Who says we’re related?!”

“It’s his fault you all are related.” The Headmistress snapped, pointing to the man next to her.

The man wrapped his arms around me, “Welcome home, Athena.”

Chapter 7: Hair Problems.

Gasps and murmurs were exchanged between the students. The Headmistress looked even more furious than she did earlier. She looked me up and down like I was something the cat had hacked up.

“They get worse and worse,” She muttered, “This one doesn’t know how to use a hairbrush.”

I blushed. I hadn’t brushed my hair since yesterday, that, and what the helmet from Driver’s Ed did to it made it look terrible.

“Everyone’s a hair critic.” I mumbled, pulling a hair tie off my wrist and putting my hair up.

“Heads up, Girl!” My Driver’s Ed teacher shouted, throwing something to me. It was my chariot racing helmet.

“Sasha!” Hayden said, giving me a spear, “I think this is yours.”

Putting my helmet on and holding Hayden’s spear, I realized: I was the girl from the sketch. My rightful place in society.

Cassandra ran into the room, ruining my few seconds of glory. “Sasha is, in fact the last of the twelve, and part of the lost prophecy. The bad part about this situation, is that the prophecy is incomplete. Who knows what she’ll have to go through?”

‘This is bad,’ I thought, ‘Really bad.’

I hoped a certain reincarnation was going to tell me I was going to be alright, but she stayed silent.

“Let’s not worry about that, now,” Cassandra said, cheerily, “Back to your dorms!”

All the students left the Cafeteria, either returing to their dorms, or going to the library, gym, or pool. Basically anywhere they felt like as long as they were back by the nine o’ clock curfew.
It was pretty much a loss, considering it was eight thirty.

I sighed, walking out of the Cafeteria and to my dorm.

Lineee Breakkkk…. [Insert elevator music here]

Opening the door to my dorm, I walked in and immeadiately changed out of my uniform.

Neglecting my hair, mainly because I lost my hairbrush, I climbed into bed. I didn’t care how early it was, I closed my eyes and welcomed sleep.

[Sasha's Second Dream.]

I woke up in the same palace. Nothing different, except for the tine of day.

Looking in the same mirror, I was the same woman I was last time; Who, I can see, has still not learned how to brush her hair. This didn’t scare me as much as last time, knowing it was all a dream and I’d wake up soon.

I wandered into the same room, and I found the same people, along with some unfamiliar faces.

I wanted to run to the Library, because I was so overwhelmed by people; But I was stopped by Aphrodite and a hairbrush.

She grabbed my arm and tried dragging away, but I resisted by pulling away.

“The hairbrush won’t kill you,” Aphrodite explained, “It’ll help your… Hair- Uh- situation.”

“I don’t need your help,” I said, releasing myself from her tight grip, “Let alone want it.”

“Just look at your hair though,” Aphrodite complained, picking up my hair, “It’s terrible. Gross, Split ends!”

“I guess my hair could use brushing,” I mumbled, “And whatever you have to do to fix what you call ‘split ends’.”

“Yay!” Aphrodite squealed, grabbing my arm, “Come with me.”

*Sometime later*

“Ouch,” I complained as the brush went through my hair, “What are you doing to me?”

“Brushing your hair!” Aphrodite said, in an obvious tone, “You practically begged me to do it.”

“Just let me cut it short…”

This earned me a look of pure terror.

“Cut it short?! But it’s long and pretty, and it actually makes you look like a woman!”

The Sasha part of me wanted to leave at this point, but the other part stayed. She must have a higher tolerance level for people like Aphrodite.

“Be right back!” Aphrodite called, cheerily.

Now. Now was my time to escape. Run, Girl, Run!

Aphrodite returned with scissors. I was terrified.

After a few minutes of cutting, I saw the outcome.

Shiny, combed hair, a few inches shorter, that fell past my shoulders.

“Pretty, huh? Now, come on, you’re wanted for something important.”

[End of Chapter 7]
So, Chapter 8 is still part of Sasha’s dream, and you’ll figure out what this ‘Sonething Important’ is.

Girl I’ve been all over the world, lookin’ for you. I’ve been taken what I think I deserve, and you’re overdue, and if you listen you can hear me through the radio, in the bright white noise!/em>

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I’m trying to make my chapters longer. Maybe hit the 1,000 word mark. Any advice?

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“Whatever, girl. No one else was on that chariot with you. Your reincarnation might’ve helped, but none of the students’ know how to race that well.”

“Reincarnation?…”

“You are a slow learner, aren’t you?”

“I’ve only been in this school for about a day. I think that’s-”

“Your reincarnation has been with you your whole life. Girl, It took you fifteen years.”

Chapter 6: The Lost Goddess Returns.

Fifteen years. The fifteen years I’ve been alive and no one ever told me. Not even Dad, who supposedly knew, or Mom when she was alive.

I feel… Betrayed. Yet, I feel a sense of honor.

“Come on, Sasha!” Rebecca, my roommate begged, “Tell me what’s wrong…”

“No.” I snapped and continued sketching.

“Fine, be that way- Hey, who’s she?” Rebecca asked, pointing to the sketch I was working on.

“I don’t know.” I answer, trying to keep my sentences as short as possible.

“If you didn’t want to talk, you could’ve told me.”

I answered with silence.

“Whatever, I’ll be over here… Listening to Britney Spears… In silence.” She answered, putting her headphones in her ears.

I continued sketching, the only sounds were the scratching of a pencil and the overly loud music played by Rebecca.

After a few more minutes of silence, a bell rang signaling Dinner.

Hayden, my blue haired roommate walked in. “Hey, that bell means it’s time for dinner. Tell Amalie to get in here before I-”

“Do we seriously have to go to lunch together?” I asked.

“Yup, it’s a requirement.” Hayden said, “The Headmistress thinks it helps us bond, like we’re a family or something.”

“We are a family, Aden.” Amalie replied quietly, focusing on the floor as she spoke.

I put down my sketch and jumped off my bed, “Let’s go to dinner. We don’t want to make the Headmistress freak if we’re late.”

•Later[After Long walk to the Cafeteria.]•

I’ve never actually been in the Cafeteria before, I’ve eaten in my dorm for the past few meals.

It looked normal, like a regular High School cafeteria. Except for the fact twelve thrones sat in the middle of the whole thing.

“I’ll see you later.” Hayden called, walking toward one of them.

I looked at the people sitting in the remaining twelve:
The Headmistress, a man around the Headmistress’s age (Who I’m guessing is her husband, that, or her brother), the black haired girl from Driver’s Ed, Carter, and a few others whose names I do not know.

What really caught my attention was the one that remained. It looked like it was being saved for someone important, and for some unknown reason, I wanted to claim it as mine.

‘I see you have found my throne,’ Athena said, ‘Go, take your rightful place in this society.’

‘I don’t know…’ I thought, ‘I could get in serious trouble. Like detention, or suspension. And I just got here, my dad would kill me if they sent me back.’

‘Sit on the throne, or I’ll make you myself.’

I walked over to the throne. Rebecca’s eyes widened and her expression read: ‘What is she doing?’.

Quiet murmurs came from the students, knowing the consequences to the situation I was getting myself into.

The man next to the Headmistress smiled as I sat down.

“What are you waiting for?!” The Headmiatress screamed at him, “She has no right to do such an action! Punish her at once!”

“If you don’t want me, I’ll go sit with my roommates.” I said, getting up from the throne.

“It’s your throne,” The man said, “Take a seat, my dear.”

“You are supposed to punish Miss Alexander,” The Headmistress said, “instead of letting her sit in the throne.”

“You heard him,” I said, “This throne is mine for the sitting.”

The Headmistress was furious.

“If you do not punish her, I will do the deed myself!”

“You will do no such thing.” The man answered.

“Since when was she your favorite?” One of the students asked.

“She has always been my favorite, Emrys.”

“I-I have?” I asked, “But, you just met me…”

“You’re saying this girl is my sister?” The boy who was apparently Emrys asked, “As long as she isn’t anything like Shaelynn…”

“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!” I said, “Who says we’re related?!”

“It’s his fault you all are related.” The Headmistress snapped, pointing to the man next to her.

The man wrapped his arms around me, “Welcome home,Athena.”

“These creatures are abominations! Whoever thought of pairing up with the devils should be declared mad and shipped away!”

There were a few murmurs of agreement in the rowdy mob.

Ria’s lip curled. She knew that voice. She pushed her way to the front of the crowd.

“We need to exterminate them!” a stout man with a thick, dirt-brown beard brandished his spear. “They burn our houses! We say they are friends but a sneeze could send our families up in flames!”

A woman standing by Ria shouted and raised her fist in the air.

Ria silently cursed the girl she had tripped over outside the bakery. If she hadn’t been slowed down, she might’ve been able to stop this!

Suddenly, she remembered: The night fury! She looked around, almost panicked. To her relief, she didn’t see any trace of one. It had gotten away.

“We can never work with them! They will only destroy us,” he said, stirring up the crowd even more.

Ria bit her lip. She liked to think of herself as brave, but when it came to her father her courage faltered. She took a deep breath–someone had to stop this. Someone had to be the dragons’ advocate! If no on else would do it, it was her responsibility to keep her father–

“That’s not true!” a boy’s voice shouted. “They’re our friends!”

Ria’s head swiveled towards the source of the complaint. She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose.

It was that scrawny Hiccup boy and his girlfriend, Astrid. She was relieved to see them, though; they had saved her from having to confront her father.

“Ha!” her father forced a laugh. “What a joke. How can something that can turn us to ashes with a single breath ever be our friend?”

Shouts of approval came from the crowd, but they were more hesitant and quieter this time.

“Please,” Hiccup appealed to the crowd this time, “you saw what they’ll do for us when we fought the Green Death at the Dragons’ Den. If they wanted to hurt us, they would’ve by now!”

A moment too late, Hiccup realized his mistake.

“He means after we befriended them,” Astrid tried to correct him. “They haven’t hurt us since we’ve stopped hurting them!”

But it was too late; whispers were spreading through the crowd. Realizing that he had gained support, Ria’s father shoved Hiccup and Astrid aside.

“We allowed ourselves to be lead by children–remember how many ships we lost that day?”

Nodding heads created waves in the sea of people.

“Remember all the weaponry we lost?”

Another wave spread through the crowd.

“Remember the casualties?” with this statement, the dark-bearded man’s voice grew softer. He took off his horned helmet and placed it over his heart.

Everyone in the crowd bowed their heads in respect. Ria herself did the same; she had lost an uncle.

“That was all dragon’s doing! And now we’ve let them into our village–into our homes!” he raised his spear. “They must be exterminated if we are to live!”

“That’s not true!” Hiccup cried, trying to calm the frenzied crowd. “Please, remember how they saved us! How they carried us home, how they help us hunt now–we can’t overlook what’s happening now because of something in the past!”

The large man snorted, “Only a fool overlooks the past. See? We followed this fool–we followed this boy–in accepting the dragons. What does he know? He’s been locked in a blacksmith shop for half his life! He only began dragon training last year! He’s an ignorant, demon-lover with no concern for what happens to us!”

“Oh, please!” Astrid cried, her voice dripping with frustration and anger, “like he didn’t make sacrifices. He,” she pointed emphatically at Hiccup, “flew up alone to fight the Green Death. He lost his leg! His leg! He almost died. It was his dragon that saved him! 

The crowd looked at each other doubtfully; Astrid had a very valid point. The man realized he was beginning to fall out of favor again.

“Gobber lost a leg and an arm,” the man countered. “He lost them fighting dragons, as did your beloved boy-friend.

Ria smiled grimly. It was so like her father to act like a child and throw meaningless taunts at his opponents. His strategy was effective, though; Astrid’s ears flushed and she looked away, flustered.

However, this had a negative reaction from the crowd; Ria was relieved to see that she wasn’t the only one who saw her father’s statement as juvenile.

“Even the dragon’s defender, this Hiccup,” he said Hiccup’s name as if it were something dirty, “lost a limb to his friends. Some friendship that is!”

The crowd was quieter than ever. The man was beginning to lose their support. His name calling was taking its toll.

Suddenly, a rock flew through the air. “Leave them alone!” cried a lone voice.

Another rock whizzed towards the man’s face. He caught it in the palm of his hand and held it between his thumb and forefinger to examine it.

“What is this?” he asked, looking up, his face contorted with rage. He glared over at Hiccup and Astrid. “Did you throw this?”

They shook their heads. Ria glanced to her right; a girl with bushy, blonde hair had a handful of rocks. She was frowning gravely. Ria instinctively knew she was the culprit.

Hiccup tried to take advantage of the gap in chaotic noise to press his point, “You just don’t understand,” he said gently to   Ria’s father, assuring him that he wasn’t undermining his intelligence, “it’s like owning any pet. The same way you clear pastures for sheep to graze because you know they need to eat to live, you have to create a safe environment to raise your dragon–maybe it’s fireproof, or maybe it’s just free of allergens, so they don’t sneeze. But, either way, pets take work. Pets take time. Pets take a caring owner.”

The crowd was beginning to quiet now. Now that the initial adrenaline rush had faded, they were beginning to feel quite bad about their allegiance to the dark-bearded man.

“And who said we had to raise dragons in houses?” another booming voice added, calling over the crowd.

The sea of people turned to look, then parted to let their beloved and revered leader through. Ria craned her neck, but still couldn’t see who it was.

“Just let them live in the wild and visit them when you can,” he recommended. “Then you have the friendship, but you don’t have to worry about your house catching fire!”

A soft chuckle rose from the crowd, which was beginning to disperse.

“Stoick,” the dark-bearded man snarled.

“Steinhart,” Stoick replied coldly. “What do you mean by all of this? Do you want to split this village in two?”

“I want the dragons gone,” hissed Steinhart. “They’re a danger to everyone! They’re no good, rotten–”

“I won’t have you speaking that way about dragons,” Stoick said, straightening. “A dragon saved my life once–my son’s dragon. I saw the good intentions in its eyes. But, another thing,” Stoick’s voice became angry, “don’t you ever talk about my son that way again.”

Steinhart said nothing, but pursed his lips in agitation.

“Do you hear me, Steinhart?” asked Stoick, stepping forward menacingly. “Never do that again.”

“Fine,” Steinhart said with a sneer. He marched away from Stoick and put his arm around Ria. “Come along, Ria,” his voice was darkened by anger. “Don’t let these men taint your brilliant mind.”

Ria followed hesitantly. Although she sided with her father in public, she really did like dragons. She glanced back over her shoulder and noticed the blonde girl with the bushy hair was still loitering around, kicking at stones on the ground.

“Ria,” her father’s voice was dangerously impatient. “Come along.

Bush Berry juggled the stones she held in her palm, tossing them casually from hand to hand.

She was waiting for Stoick to leave. It wasn’t that she had something offensive to say or anything, she just didn’t want to admit her actions–not around someone as important as Stoick!

After conversing briefly with Hiccup and Astrid, Stoick walked away, presumably to go back to the town hall. Although the disturbance had been calmed, the fact that a riot had even started was a bad sign.

Bush Berry walked up to Astrid and Hiccup, who were discussing something fearfully in hushed tones. Astrid noticed her approach and looked distrustfully at her, her eyes narrowed. Hiccup followed her gaze and noticed the rocks in Bush Berry’s hands.

“Are–are you,” he asked, pointed at the rocks, “are you the one who threw that rock at him?”

Bush Berry nodded proudly.

“I don’t know if that was such a great idea,” he said, wincing, “but thanks for the support!”

Astrid nodded, “He was raging mad. You could almost see the steam coming out of his ears!” a smile crept over her face. “But I agree with Hiccup; a mad Steinhart is even worse than regular Steinhart.”

Suddenly, Bush Berry tossed her rocks aside, “I’m starving!” she declared loudly. “I know a place that has really good food.She stepped away a few paces, then turned back. “Follow me!”

Astrid shot an inquisitive glance at Hiccup, who shrugged and followed Bush Berry.

“I’m Bush Berry, by the way,” she said. “But you can call me Berry, all my friends to,” she added as they walked. “I think we’re almost there.”

They were hit by a sudden, acrid wall of smoke. Astrid coughed violently, “You two go on ahead,” she said. “I know that Snotlout, Fishlegs, and the twins were in charge of the water cart today. I probably ought to make sure–” she coughed again–”they’ve got everything under control.”

Hiccup nodded.

“Right-o!” Berry called, without turning around. “Aha, see that place, right up ahead? That’s our next stop!”

Astrid stared in horror at the charred, skeletal frame that stood in front of her. It was all that was left of the Barbershop.

“Did we do a good job?” asked Snotlout, eager for approval. “I did most of the work, you know.”

Astrid glanced at Lola, who wiped her forehead and rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be a bozo,” Tuffnut said. “Everyone knows I did most of the work.”

“It was clearly me!” Ruffnut crossed her arms.

“No it wasn’t–it couldn’t have been! I’m stronger!” Tuffnut argued.

“Oh, yeah?” Ruffnut challenged.

“Yeah!”

“Both of you, just be quiet!” Lola cried, rubbing her forehead. She already had a pounding headache from all of the smoke.

“Take a break,” Astrid patted her on the shoulder. “Tell your mentor what happened. I’ll take care of these…” her voice trailed off as she tried to find an inoffensive word to describe her fellow classmates.

“Thanks, Astrid!” Lola heaved an exhausted sigh. “And good luck.”

“Hah,” Astrid said dryly. “You’re not kidding.”

“Let me go–hey!” Tuffnut cried. Astrid turned and saw Ruffnut had him in a headlock.

Astrid ignored the twins and began working on returning the water cart to its station.

“Hey, babe, let me do that,” Snotlout said, nudging her out of the way and pushing the cart up the hill. Astrid watched, amused, as he made a snail’s progress, panting and sweating the whole time.

“Let me give you a hand with that!” Fishlegs cried, rushing to help Snotlout.

“Okay, fine,” Snotlout said, trying to make it seem like he didn’t need the help. “If you really want to.”

Astrid felt a bit better knowing that Fishlegs was on the job, and because she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop Ruffnut and Tuffnut from squabbling, she jogged out to the main road, trying to catch up with Hiccup and Berry.

The instant she entered the bakery, Berry dropped the act. “Things are getting worse. You’ve got to be careful.”

“What?” Hiccup asked, rather taken by surprise.

“Can we get anything for you?” asked the shopkeeper, coming to the counter. She brushed her wavy, brown hair away from her eyes.

“Can we have one of your sweetbread loaves?” asked Berry. “Those are my favorite!”

“Berry!” exclaimed the shopkeeper. “Oh, I didn’t see you there! It’s nice to see you again!”

“You, too, Kel!” Berry smiled fondly.

“Your food’s on us,” Kel said, shoving her money pouch back into its pocket on her belt.

“No–we couldn’t impose like that–” Berry said.

“Please, Berry!” laughed Kel. “You bring us herbs for our bread–for free! It would almost be a crime for us to charge you.”

A new face Berry didn’t recognize appeared in the ordering window. “Who’s Berry?” she asked.

“Who’re you?” Berry asked in return.

“This is Runa,” Kel said, “she’s my new apprentice.”

Berry stared, “Oh! Are you the one that messed up the saddle?”

Runa looked at the counter ashamedly and said nothing.

“I’m sorry–that came out wrong, I–”

Hiccup came to Berry’s rescue, “Cheer up, Runa! There’s nothing wrong with messing up a saddle. It took me at least four times to get a simple, comfortable saddle, and twice as many different designs until I found one that worked for me! Saddle-making is a trial-and-error process; you can hardly be blamed for that.”

While Runa didn’t say anything, she nodded and looked much happier.

“They want a sweetbread loaf,” Kel said.

Runa nodded and stepped out of sight.

Kel smiled fondly, “I have to admit, I’m rather glad they kicked her out of saddle-making. She’s a superb baker! Her bread flies out of here faster than a night fury–” Kel stopped short– “no offense to Toothless, of course,” she added hastily.

“Oh, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” Hiccup waved his hand dismissively. “He’d be honored to be compared to your bread!”

Kel blushed and giggled.

The door swung open and a scruffy-looking redheaded girl looked around. “Oh, Hiccup!” she exclaimed. “There you are!”

“Scratch!” Hiccup exclaimed, getting to his feet. “I’m sorry, Astrid just looked up, and you were gone–”

Scratch shook her head, “No, I’m sorry. I left without telling you. You know Stumpknuckle–he was at the riot. If he’d seen the three of us…” her voice trailed off ominously.

Kel stared, confused. Berry cleared her throat uncomfortably.

“Oh, sorry!” Scratch scratched the back of her head and winced. “I’m Scratch.”

“I’m Bush Berry, but you can call me Berry,” Berry said, “and that’s Kel,” she pointed to Kel, “and Runa’s in the back room.”

“It’s nice to meet you!” Kel said politely. She couldn’t help but notice the ragged state of Scratch’s clothes, which were covered in what looked like sawdust. Something struck her as familiar about this girl, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Scratch! There you are!” called someone from outside. “Hiccup and I were afraid you’d gotten trampled or something!”

“No, I just had work to do for Stumpknuckle,” Scratch said, stepping aside to let the newcomer step inside.

Berry realized it was Astrid.

“Are all of you in favor of dragon friendship?” she asked suddenly.

Hiccup, Astrid, and Scratch exchanged glances.

“Of course!” Hiccup spoke for all of them.

Berry raised her eyebrows at Kel. “I–I don’t know,” Kel said meekly. “The big ones are kind of scary.”

Berry rolled her eyes, “I know you, Kel; even if you didn’t like the Terrible Terrors you’d still keep our meetings a secret. I was wondering about your apprentice–”

Kel bit her thumbnail uncertainly. “Asking her will be kind of suspicious, don’t you think?” she whispered.

“I love Dragons!” Runa exclaimed, running into view, much happier than she had been earlier. “Especially the little ones–oh, and Gronckles! They’re so cute!” she stopped herself. “Who’s asking?”

Berry nodded and sat back down at her table. “Then our meeting’ll start now,” she looked up at Astrid and Scratch. “You may want to have a seat.”

End of Chapter 2

I’m sorry if you don’t like how I portrayed your character! ^^” If you have any requests, complaints, or the like, feel free to share them!

I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, any of the dragons from How to Train Your Dragon, or any of the characters from How to Train Your Dragon, nor do I own any other third party material in this post.

Rihanna’s ‘Shut Up and Drive’ was a nice inspiration for this chapter. (:< And I don't think Sasha's Driver's Ed teacher really cares about remembering her name, considering he calls her 'Girl' throughout the chapter. I really hope this chapter doesn't make her sound Mary-Sueish. But, she has a huge amount of help from Athena in this chapter.

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I woke up with a jerk. Getting out of bed, I saw myself in the mirror. I was Sasha again.

Chapter 5: Drivers’ Ed.

The alarm clock on my desk read seven thirty, which meant I had ten minutes to get to first period.

Throwing my blue and black uniform on, I ran out the door, in a sprint. My first class, Drivers’ Ed was on the other side of the school. Still sprinting through the halls, I ran into something- Actually, someone, causing them to drop their books and papers.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” I heard.

“Sorry!” I called, stirring up some paper as I ran.

“Aren’t you going to help me pick all this up?”

“Right now I have to get to class!”

*Later: Sasha’s arrival*

“…Sasha Alexander?” The teacher called out, “Sasha?”

“Here.” I ran in just in time to answer.

“Alright Class,” The teacher said, “Today we’re going for a drive. Now if you’d step out onto the parking lot with me, we’ll get started.”

What I saw was amazing, yet shocking at the same time.

Horse-drawn chariots replaced cars in the parking spaces.

“This is Drivers’ Ed, Right?” I asked.

“Duh. Of course it is.” A black haired girl answered looking me up and down with her green eyes, “And a hairbrush might help with your little hair problem.”

I touched a piece of my hair. I’d forgotten to brush my hair this morning. Great.

“So we drive Chariots?” I asked again.

“Do you see the chariots, girl?” The teacher asked.

“Uh Huh…”

“Well then, find one and drive it!”

“I kinda… Well, I don’t know how.”

‘Of course you do.’ The voice is back.

‘No I don’t.’ I thought.

‘I invented the chariot. Let me help you.’

‘Why would I trust you?’

‘Would you like to fail?’

‘No…’

Reluctantly, I climbed into the chariot pulled by some black horses.

“Take this,” The teacher offered, handing something to me, “You’re gonna need it.”

Why would I need a helmet? Considering the helmet I’m holding is for battle, we’re not just driving chariots-

“Go!” The teacher shouted.

We’re racing them.

I couldn’t keep my balance, or control the horses, let alone race.

‘Turn left.’ Athena commanded, ‘Other left! Your other left!’

I’m terrible with direction, which is not a good thing in this situation.

Another chariot pulled up beside me. Its rider had a long pole with a sharp, metal tip in his hands.

‘Athena… I have an enemy to the right- I mean left of me.’ I thought, ‘What now?’

‘Well, your enemy will try to stop your chariot wheels with that spear. Going this fast, I judge your chariot will turn over. Grab your spear and aim it between the spokes.’

‘I don’t have a spear.’

‘You must have something. Each student has something they can use as their advantage.’

I pulled out a thick, long chain. ‘I have a chain. Pretty useless, huh?’

‘Acually, if you can wrap your chain around the wheels, it will give you the same result as the spear.’

I tossed the chain toward the wheel. Miss.

Again? Miss.

Suddenly, I felt like I was being controlled. I picked up the chain, and threw it at the wheel.
This time, the chain wrapped around it.
Keeping a hard grip on the chain, I yanked it. I heard a crack, telling me I broke something. The chain was still in my hand, but it had a wheel on the end.

‘Oops.’ I thought. ‘That didn’t go as planned.’

‘Your enemy is gone.’ Athena said.

‘Gone like dead gone? I didn’t kill him, did I?!’

‘The boy is okay.’

‘Oh, Good. Hey, I see the parking lot! But where’s everyone else? Did they go back to class already?’

‘No. I believe this is called getting first place.’

‘Everyone ditched, didn’t they?’

‘You did in fact, win.’

‘Actually, you won. You told me what to do. If you weren’t there, I would’ve been trampled by now. And the chain. You did that, too.’

“And here she is,” The teacher said, “The girl who said ‘Oh, I can’t race a chariot. I don’t know how. I’ve never done this before!’. And she’s won.”

“It wasn’t me. It was-” I stopped in mid-sentence. I didn’t do any of the work. It was Athena.

“Whatever, girl. No one else was on that chariot with you. Your reincarnation might’ve helped, but none of the students’ know how to race that well.”

“Reincarnation?…”

“You are a slow learner, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean? All these weird events started happening to me, right after I got here.”

“It took you this long to figure it out.”

“I’ve only been in this school for about a day. I think that’s-”

“Your reincarnation has been with you your whole life. Girl, It took you fifteen years.”

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