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Chapter One
Amaya woke up from her rare sleep. Her purple hair stuck up in every direction.
“Where’s my dream book?” She asked herself groggily. She strained to remember the fading dream as she reached for her bedside table. She opened the drawer and pulled out a journal. She opened it and unhooked her pencil, and wrote:
September, 2008
I dreamt about those kids again. The pink haired one saved me before I was hit by this ‘spell’. I don’t know if that’s really what it was but that’s what it looked like when it crashed into the ground and flashed.
There was the blue haired girl again, she was laughing at me; as if my not know what was going on was some sort of joke. The black haired girl and the silver and light blue haired girl seemed to scold her laughing as I stumbled to stay on my feet.
Her alarm went off, forcing Amaya to lose her thought. She glanced at her alarm clock. “Seven, already?” She mumbled. She got out of her bed and ran her hand over her black cat, Firefly, on her way to her closet.
Firefly was a present from her dad when she was thirteen, the same year he was killed in a shooting; they had mistaken him for a rival gang member as he was getting out of his car, right out side her old house. Now Amaya and her mom lived in an apartment, closer to the schools and farther from shootings.
She opened her closet and pulled out a hanger that had a black outfit on it:
A black tank top
A pair of black jeans
She ran into her bathroom to take her quick shower before putting on her makeup and eating her breakfast.
Amaya blasted her hair with her blow-dryer, flipping up her bobbed hair’s ends. She took out her black eye liner and lipstick. She finished putting it on her pale face as her bus honked a warning. Amaya grabbed her dream book, her trig book and a couple of notebooks before running out to catch her impatient bus. She tossed a note on the kitchen table that read: “Be back late. I’ll fix dinner, don’t worry about it”
Before she ran out, she locked the door on her way out.
Kisha woke to the blares of car horns. She swung her legs over the bench as she sat up. Her hole covered newspaper blanket slid off of her and onto the ground. She shook her head; her pink bangs shook with it. She wandered through the park, down the street and to her school as the sun came up.
Kisha followed the school’s band members into the building, where she slipped down the hall to the girl’s locker room. She cautiously turned on the water in one of the closed off showers. After her usual ten minute shower Kisha threw on the clothes she’d stolen the night before:
An anime t-shirt, Teen Titans
A pair of simple jeans
She shoved her dirty clothes into her backpack, with her toothbrush, toothpaste and a ratty towel.
Kisha pushed the ‘on’ button of the hand dryer and stuck her head under to dry her pixie cut hair as the school was unlocked.
Layce woke up to her mother’s voice, “Alaysia Brohmin! Get up or you’re walking to school!”
Layce mumbled to herself as she looked at her clock; the hands read Seven o’clock.
“I’ll be late at this rate.” A thought broke in. “Unless I cam stop it.”
She closed her eyes and waved her hand, concentrating. When she opened them her clock had almost stopped and an eerie silence filled her ears. She opened her closet and pulled out some clothes:
A light blue dress shirt, to match her highlights
A pair of faded blue and silver hip huggers, to match the rest of her hair
She grabbed a beret on her way to the kitchen. She grabbed a mini cinnamon roll from her toddler brother.
“Alaysia--” Her mother started to scold.
“Love you too Mom!” Layce called as she ran to catch her impatient bus. She climbed on and found an empty seat next to a Goth-looking girl with purple dyed hair.
Aryanna splashed the cold water on her face, sending shivers down her sleepy body.
“Aryanna Lupus, are you up yet?” Her father called from the kitchen.
“Yeah!” She called back, pulling her short sleeved shirt over her head.
“It’s already seven! You know I have to be at work by eight.” Her father called.
“’Kay!” Aryanna slipped on her elbow length gloves. She moved to the living room, where her thigh high boots were. She grabbed her already packed backpack and flopped herself onto her couch. She put on her boots, tying them carefully.
“You ready?” Her father asked. She nodded and stood up, straightening her short skirt.
They moved to the door, Aryanna grabbed a breakfast bar on her way out.
“Eliza!” I called. She and I ran to each other. I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist. She flung her arms around my neck.
“I didn’t think you were going to come. Master Hackings said he‘s had you busy lately.” She smiled up at me. I moved her hat back to reveal her shimmering auburn hair, it always looked clean, and her freckle-less, pale face.
“I’ll always find time for you.” I told her honestly. I leaned forward, taking in her foreign flowery scent, ready for our first kiss since her verities, her teacher; Master Hawkings accepted me as his apprentice.
I felt her tiny fingers reach my lips.
“Master said we can’t. Not for another moon cycle. Then you’ll have proven yourself.” Eliza smiled, her hazel eyes shimmered under the moon lit night.
Akito’s eyes shot open, fleeing him from his memory. He sat up and found his alarm blaring.
He looked around, remembering what time period he was in. “Weird. Why would I remember Eliza now, after so long?” He asked himself. He got out of bed and pulled a shirt on.
“Akito!” An older man’s voice yelled.
He turned to his desk; where his watch sat, beaming a hologram out. A man’s head shown out from it, seeming to float in the blue beam.
“Master Hackings!” Akito bowed respectfully.
“They’ve returned. The Alante have already turned many of the youth of your perimeter already.”
“Is it time for the Utullen?”
The man nodded his bald head and disappeared.
