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Chapter One.
“Try me.” He challenged, a smirk at home on his face. I made a fist and swung back. Quickly, but not so that I missed the smirk slide off his face, I punched him. The sound resulting of fist to gut was satisfying. That’ll teach him not to threaten me again.
I walked off, smiling smugly, enjoying the groans of pain behind me. As I traveled down the grey boring hall of my school, the bell rang, and kids poured out into the hallway like a roaring river. The level of noise increased from rowdy laughter and banging of lockers, and I welcomed it, knowing it would disguise the guy’s moans of agony.
A bell rang again, and the rush of kids streamed back into classrooms leaving me alone again. My shoes, scuffed noiselessly against the ground, and I ground them deeper, although knowing that they never would. The cabinet with a glass display showed off their trophies, and pictures of sport teams. I looked it over, using my finger to scan it. Ah, there I was. In the middle of a picture of the girls’ soccer team, I knelt with a smile, genuine as the hope diamond. My light brown hair pulled back into a careless straight ponytail, my blue and white uniform streaked with grass stains, blue eyes twinkling with sweet happiness. I remember we had just won the championship, and Jeffrey Menyal had asked me to prom. I had thought of myself in the arms of the dreamy red head Jeffrey in a blue dress that fell to my thighs in swirls and had won the game with a determined kick. My reflection, as I examined it, was blurry as if I was just a big smudge on the glass.
Smiling sadly, I passed the cabinet by, deciding to visit my locker. My locker was next to the cafeteria, dark blue, decorated with stickers, notes, cards, and flowers. If I opened it, it would be full of my books and pictures of my friends and me.
Suddenly, he was back. He yanked me against the wall, glaring angrily into my eyes. I stared calmly back, and his fist clenched with my grass stained shirt enclosed tightly inside his fist.
“Bitch,” He sneered, “that hurt.” I let an arrogant smile grow on my face.
“Good.” I said, not even wincing when he banged me against the brick wall again.
“Go to where you’re supposed to be. You don’t belong here.” He growled harshly, and I pushed him off of me.
“Go to hell, Beck.” I mumbled, and brushed past him. I felt him grab the back of my shirt and haul me back. Murmuring some words under his breath, I felt a cold zing swoop down my spine. I watched, a little worried and annoyed, as the air around him shimmered like heat off of a blacktop on a summer’s day, distorting the air around him. Beck’s died blonde hair blew oddly on his head, and his black clothes fluttered in reaction.
“Thou shall return to thy rest place. Thou shall forgive thyself and thy wrongdoers and thy sins. Heaven awaits.” Beck chanted, closing his eyes in concentration.
Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me, not this bullshit again.
He opened his eyes. “You’re still here.” He said in astonishment, eyelinered eyes wide with surprise.
“So I am,” I noted, amused. “So you aren’t.” And I knocked him unconscious.
By the time he was awake, I was gone.
“Fuckin’ ghosts.” He sighed, and then got up. “They’re so hard to transfer to Heaven.”
Mist. It was surrounding wherever I was. The sky above had a black hole tucked in the middle, with swirling blue smoke reaching out like rays. The ground beneath me wasn’t solid. When I stepped forward, my foot was 4 inches beneath the other, with fog wrapped around my foot. My other outfit changed for my prom dress. That confused me, as did the rest of this mystical place. Through the haze I noticed a black cloaked figure coming towards me, and darkness following it, like it was leashed to trail it. By the time it reached me, there was light versus dark, the colors fighting for domination where they met.
The figure’s body, curiously like my own, raised its lowered head. The black cloak hood fell back, and I saw me. She lifted her hand towards me in gentle beckon. I started to lurch forward, my eyes caught to my own hand compared to hers. The darkness started to eat the light, and my hand reached out, almost touching hers before I fell back. The last thing I saw was the anguished look on my mirror-image’s face before my eyes closed.
Risa POV
“You’re late for school.” My sister prodded from my doorway. I groaned and rolled over, thoroughly enjoying the comfort of my bed.
Then I sat up. “I’m late!” I shouted, already tripping over my sheets to run to my drawer for clothes and into the bathroom.
“Why didn’t you wake me sooner?” I demanded, irritably.
“You seemed to be enjoying your dream, so I thought to give you a couple more minutes to sleep.”
I paused at the sink, hand stopped from brushing my teeth and my hair at the same time and thought of my dream. The dream I had was bizarre. I didn’t really remember it, except for smoke, and a hand encircled by darkness.
I shrugged it off. I pulled on a wife beater shirt and jeans as fast I could while I stumbled down the stairs. My mom supplied me with breakfast, a mouth watering omelet and orange juice. I scarfed it down, much to Amanda’s amazement, and then grabbed my bag and sprinted out the door. A thought hit me. My sister had a streak for mischevious tricks but she wouldn’t…
I stood outside the front door. “School doesn’t start for awhile, does it?”
Amanda smiled mischievously. “Nope.”
I cursed, and went back inside, threw myself onto the couch and turned on the television.
“Delilah Measer, 17 years old, has been reported missing; she has light blue eyes, and brown hair, around 5’11, and about 119 lbs. If you have seen her, call this number. Delilah was last seen at a soccer game in Thistleville on Friday, two weeks ago.” The woman on screen delivered, shuffling papers while a small picture of a rather pretty girl took up the upper left screen.
I leaned forward and squinted at the big TV. I remembered her, from my dreams.
“What’s up?” Amanda asked, looking at me inquisitively. “Do you know her?”
I bit my lip. “Kind of,” I admitted. “She was in my dream last night.”
“Really?” Amanda said thoughtfully, “Maybe you had a vision. Did you see her dying or being chased or something?”
I shook my head, shooting her a look of disbelief. “No! I just remember seeing her face.” I relaxed against our tan leather couch. “Whatever, I must’ve seen a picture of her around school.”
“But she doesn’t go to our school,” She argued, “how could you’ve seen her picture?”
I glared at her. “Let it go, Mandy.”
Amanda was a true believer in fate, and thought everything happened for a reason. I’m guessing she thinks that I dreamt of her face because I’m supposed to save her. But like that’s going to happen; I can’t even find my shoes most of the time, let alone a 17 year old.
Amanda sighed, and pursed her lips. “Okay Risa, but there might be a reason. Shall I search the cards?” Mandy meant the tarot cards she hid under bed from the parents. I could tell Amanda was unhappy that she had to hide her beliefs, her being Wiccan, from our strict traditionalist parents. But that was life, I guess.
“No, thanks. C’mon, time for school.” I got up and stretched, rolling my shoulders uncomfortably under my heavy backpack’s straps.
Amanda followed me to my car, and slid into the passenger’s side. She had a troubled look on her face, and was ready to say something else, but didn’t.
“Spit it out.” I said, blandly, and regretted it as soon as the last word came out of my mouth.
“I really think that your dream is a sign for you to search for Delilah.” Amanda pressed, turning her face toward me and looking at me searchingly.
I shook my head, and pressed the gas more firmly. The faster we get there, the better. I didn’t want to hear Amanda talk about this anymore. I finally arrived at our school, cutting Mandy off in a middle of a sentence to run off.
“Hey!” She protested, “Get back here!”
I let out a breath. I loved Amanda, I really did, but sometimes she just got on my nerves.
I reached my locker, and saw a shadow approach from behind. I turned around to see Jacob, my close friend who’d moved here a couple days ago, a 6’2 guy with a heart of gold. I really liked him, and had a big crush on him, even though we hadn’t known each other long.
“Hey Jake,” I greeted, cheerfully, “how’s it going?”
“Pretty good.” His attractive Irish face broke into a smile, and he leaned against a locker next to mine. I examined him deftly, while taking out my books. He was quite tall, towering over a lot of kids in our school, and he had red hair, green eyes and a stubborn mouth that many girls cooed over at our school. He was known as a heart breaker, but he was the only guy I’d trust here.
“Did you hear about that Delilah girl?” He asked, walking beside me while I set off for my first class. “She was really beautiful. I might search for her so she can fall in love with me for being her rescuer.” A ping of jealously stabbed me, but I smothered it.
I groaned. “Not this again.”
“What?” He said, smiling confusedly.
“All I’ve heard today is about her. Jeez, it’s like she’s haunting me or something. Everything I’ve talked about has something to do with her. I even had a dream about her!” I exclaimed, exasperated.
“Well, okay. Let’s talk about something else then.” He suggested. We thought for a moment, then we began a conversation about how much our teachers sucked.
Eventually, the bell rang, and we parted for our classes.
After school, I drove home alone. Amanda had volleyball practice, and was getting a ride from a friend. As I entered the driveway to my house, I noticed a shape slip into the garage. I got out of the car hesitantly.
“Is anyone there?” I called, and scanned the room religiously, going over every nook and cranny with keen eyes.
Then, something jumped on my back, causing me to yelp in fright. “What the hell!”
I bent my neck to see Molly, my golden retriever, embracing me in a puppy hug, with her paws on my back.
“Molly!” I cried in relief, whirling around to pet her.
Molly sniffed me and panted happily. She led the way into my house through the door connected to our garage. I collapsed on the couch, and took a 5 minute nap.
When I woke, Molly was holding a leash inside of her mouth, shamelessly begging for a walk. We went to the park, and I let her leash go and watched her romp around in the grass.
Suddenly, I heard whispers, light, and quiet. Turning around, I saw a girl walk towards me. My arms raised goose bumps, and the temperature dropped.
She stopped, within 12 feet of me and stared.
I gaped at her. Delilah Measer, the missing girl was standing in front of me, and seemed to be dead, from the fact that I could see the tree behind her through her body.
Is it too confusing? I hope that you read the story and didn’t think, okay, that made absolutely no sense. It’s supposed to be a bit…err…mysterious-yeah, that’s right- because I don’t want to have the whole story’s plot be laid out so early. And yes, this will turn out to be a romance. OKAY UPDATE- I’ve just added a couple things, like POV and dream. I hope that makes it easier for you guys!
Okay, Love you guys! –hugglez-
-RAR aka codyismypup
