Apperace isn't everything chapter 2

Chapter 2

It has been years since the "incident", 60 years to be exact. I listened to my mother's advice and went to fashion design school. I still work for the most popular fashion business, and I have had many surgeries to keep myself from getting to many wrinkles. I married Edward Hart and I have one child. Her name is Melanie, I don't see her much though because my mother (who is 90 years old) has taken possession of my daughter until she is 18 because she needs to help her become as beautiful as I was. My mother looks like she is the same age I am and she hopes to live as long as I do too. I have had some health issues because of the accident, I had some brain damage and received cancer. My mother had me change my name from Lily to Annabelle because Annabelle is a more suitable name for an adult.

I felt hot so I decided to go to my house and lay down. I remember telling my husband something but then I guess I fell asleep. My whole body sank into the pillows as I sunk into them. I hear music and I can see a casket. I hear my name an awful lot, people are crying. My husband is there. I think this is ......well it could be........my funeral.

Sera Pretton and The Natpips

Hey guys. I've been sitting on this idea for awhile, but I just didn't know how to start it. So, tell me if it's any good, and if I should go on. The first chapter is kind of boring. It's kind of like an introductory chapter. It gets better later on. Hope you like it!

Chapter 1

Or would if we lived in fire. Very powerful but dire. Many may flee from fire, but what I have come to sire, is that we all have our own fire. That fire is our desire.


I gave a sharp gasp as I sat up. After that I groaned, because hitting your head on the bottom of the top bunk of a bunk bed really hurts. I really regret choosing to sleep on the bottom. I rubbed my head as I got up, and looked around. I glanced at the clock. 6:35 A.M. Classes don't start for another twenty minutes.


I got up. (Making sure not to hit my head again) As I grabbed my uniform, I checked to make sure my roommate, Tessa, was still asleep. I mean, that bonk on my head was loud, but sure enough, she was sound asleep, drooling all over her pillow. I chuckled. That sight is so out of character for her. She's usually a petty, preppy girl and hates anything that comes out of the human mouth. But seeing her sleep in it, is awesome.


Before I put my clothes on, I got a good look at it, and rolled my eyes. Can anything so gray ever exist? Where I was, was the MCSBG, or Ms. Craven's Seminary for Boys and Girls. (Ages from 10-16) I know. The acronym sound like some Secret Service organization. Well, it pretty much was. Since it was for boys and girls, the dorms were in two separate buildings, while classes were in other buildings. Classes were in another two buildings. The only time when the boys and girls actually see each other is at lunch. The school was really strict. Also the uniforms were really strict. You can't even add a little headband or bracelet. Actually  this school isn't the only school. We are sharing the land with three other schools. ECSG (Elissa Cousland's School for Girls) and the BSGM (Boy's Seminary for Government and Military) You may be wondering why I'm not at the girl's school, and instead at the boy and girl school. Well, first my parents probably couldn't afford it, and second I probably couldn't last a week there. 

That school is for rich tiny little dainty girls who learn how to be stuck up, even though they are already are. Actually it was a school especially made for governor's daughters, or girls related to politicians. Even if you weren't if you had the money you could get in. It says it's for girls but the only thing lady like about those girls is that their dress weighs more than they do, and that's not even that attractive. The boy school are for boys who are made to be a politician or in the military. If you get a letter that says you're accepted, you have to go by law. But at least those schools have some color, or some fun. Even at the military school, you get to climb over stuff, and climb ropes, and it's basically like a hardcore playground.

I simply sighed. There was nothing extraordinary about my life. The most exciting thing that happened to me was when I went on the kiddie coaster at an amusement park, and that was five years ago. I've been at this place since I was ten. I felt abandoned. My parents waited till I was old enough to dump me in this boarding school, and they could forget about me for the rest of their lives. I felt like crying. I always felt like crying. I'm just so confused. Why did they leave me? Everything was going fine. Was I a problem somehow? Was I too expensive to take care of? I don't know, but I'm determined to find out.

I snapped out of daydreaming when I heard a loud snore. That cheered me up a bit. Snoring is way OOC for Tessa. I went to wake her up. I mean why not? Hearing her snore is getting annoying. I shook her shoulder.
"Tessa! Wake up!" I whispered/yelled. 
"Wha-wha..." Tessa groaned. She sat up, and rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?" she yawned.

"6:40. Now get up and get ready."
"But I don't want to!" she groaned, lazily laying back her pillow like a rag doll. I rolled my eyes. Tessa acted like a five year old that didn't get a lollipop from her mom, because she was bad.
"Just get up, and get your uniform on! Or I'm leaving without you."
She sat up and whined like a baby, then said "Fine!"

I gave a humph  of triumph as I climbed down. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I looked in the mirror, I rolled my eyes. The only part that's colorful about me is my hair, and it's not even that great. Long black hair, with the boldest red highlights you've ever seen. No, I'm not one of those girls that completely dye their hair weird colors for no reason. I was born with these highlights. When my parents tried to get rid of them, they always come back. And then there's my weirdly pale skin. I've lived in Arizona once, but I don't get after that, that I still look like I've lived in the Arctic all my life. At least my eyes aren't weird or anything. Just plain gray. Like the uniform...

 After I brushed my teeth I walked back out to see Tessa falling asleep. I yanked her by the hair "Ow!" she yelped. 
"Hey get up! Classes start in ten minutes!" Even though she was fourteen, and I was twelve, I felt like a mother to her.
"What's the point in going?" she asked, stroking her hair, "I mean you skip class most of the time." Grrr. I hate touche' moments. I have been skipping class. Again, I'm not a kid that is all Let's-skip-class-because-getting-in-trouble-makes-me-cool. I'm skipping for a good purpose. Okay, probably none of this is making sense. Let's just say that even though this school is really strict, they don't allow reading. I know. It may be asking a kid to not eat candy, but it also might be asking a kid to not do homework. But, for me reading is the funnest thing to do in this place. 


The school thinks that if they allow kids to read, the book will enhance their imagination, and make them day dream during class, and not pay attention. But seriously, even the kids who have been asked to not do homework, wants it. I've had this book with me for awhile. I didn't have any books in the first place. I saw it at the doorstep to my dorm I thought that maybe I should report it to get some merits, but it looked interesting, so I read a couple of pages. Then some more, and then even more. So much that I got sucked into it, and started skipping class to read it. I've been caught a couple of times, but it doesn't stop me. 


"Hey, I'm not going to this time. My head hurts too much," I rubbed my head where the goose egg was "and I had the weirdest dream last night, and for some reason, I think the book I'm-reading has some tie to it." I don't know, but I have a feeling. If it is the reason, I don't want to get any more nightmares, so I took a break from it. 
"Okay, that's weird." Tessa said. 
"I know. But it may be. I don't want any more weird dream so, I stopped. Call me paranoid." 
"Fine you're paranoid. Now let's go." 


We grabbed our bags and walked out of the dorm. We saw that a lot of girls were doing the same thing. Some of them were sprinting like their life depended on it. Why? Because before we enter the school, we have to do a security check thing in a whole other building before we enter our own school building The line was usually huge, because it was for all three schools. The man up front asks for your bag for a security check and then your name, age, and what school. You then get your bag, and run like your life depended on it to school.  It's a really long process, and here if you're late, that's worse than your pet getting put down, and you have to watch. 

When we exited the building, I saw a giant line stretching from the stuck up girl school to the security building, and that's a four minute run. Thank gosh they put ten security stations instead of just two. If that were the case, then the time you'd be done would be when school ends.  The line may look intimidating, but if you plan right then you could make it to class. It's called finding someone you know, and get in line with them. I know it sounds cheap, but everyone does it. All the good kids that wait are bad because they wait in line, and then become late, so we're basically the good ones because we don't want to be late, right? I ran up to the front to see if I could find anybody.  I found some kid that was ten kids before the front. She was in my first class. She'd let me butt with her right? Eh, probably not so when she and the kids behind her weren't looking, I snuck up right behind her. I felt triumphant. Totally nailed. 


In the middle of my celebration in my head, I turned to my left, and I found two men and one woman talking suspiciously. The woman had super bright green eyes, and a tattoo on her arm of a tree. She seemed shy, but sweet. One of the men, a short one, had blue eyes, and was talking to the woman. The man was smiling, and he seemed bubbly in his personality. He had a tattoo of a raindrop on his arm. The other man was tall and looked impatient. He had a strong build, with blond hair, and super bold highlights that were red. Wait. Red?! I looked at him harder. Sure enough bold red highlights in his hair. Was he born with it too, or did he get it? I was curious. I was also curious because they all had a tattoo on their arm. The tall man had a fire tattoo. Are they in a club? If so, why are they here? 

As I asked myself questions, I saw their eyes scan the crowd. Two times, their eyes widened, and they pointed to the kids. I couldn't tell who they were, though. Suddenly their eyes fell on me. I froze. Will they point at me? Are they looking for me? Are they even looking at me or someone else? Their eyes widened, and the girl mouthed, "There's one." I freaked. What do they want from me? But maybe it's not me. There are a  lot of kids here. But then, I saw the short man look at the tall one. He mouthed, "She looks like you." Oh, shoot. After that, the girl and the short man started walking in the directions they pointed, and the tall one headed for me. Oh shoot,  oh shoot! I was scrambling, and was lucky enough to be next.


"What is your name, age, and school, girl?" the security man asked, taking my bag. 
I did a double take to the tall man, as I hurriedly said, "My name is Sera Pretton. I'm twelve years old, and I go to Ms. Craven's Seminary for Boys and Girls." 

Apperace isn't everything chapter 1

Chapter 1

My mother always told me that appearance was everything, and I believed it until one day when I met David.

"Lily, are you all done getting ready for the day?" My mother shouted
"Yes"
"Let me inspect your appearance"

It was the same routine as I did everyday. My mom would always inspect my appearance before she would allow me to go anywhere.

"You need to add some more jewelry, and add some more mascara."
"But mother do you really think it matters if I add those things or not? I'm 16 years old"
"So what"
"So I can get myself ready"
"not under my roof"
My mother then made sure I "fixed" my appearance and then she ushered me out the door. I felt so small. My mother never let me decide anything for myself, she seemed to follow me everywhere I went making decisions for me. She got a job at my school, and she watched me do all my extra curricular activities. It was bad before but now I am at high school and it is super embarrassing to have your mom doing everything for you like you are a baby. But at least I looked good after all appearance is everything.

"Get in the car Lily"

"All right mother, can I drive today?"

"No. I don't want you to ruin the appearance of my car but crashing into something!"

"I could be super careful and..."

"When I say no it means no"

"Yes mother"

We arrived at Jackson High School the same time we always did. Kids fixed themselves as my mom and I walked past. I was like her pet, but a kind of pet everyone stared at. I guess my mom liked it that way. I never really thought that someone might care about what is inside was thinking about this when I ran into something and everything went black.