Something Wicked: Chapter 1 PREVIEW

Blue. Of course I got blue. What was the point in even hoping that I would get anything besides blue? My shoulders slumped as I saw the color on the slip of paper. I looked up to find Iri smiling smugly at me. I plastered on a straight face to keep from glaring and/or attacking her face.

"Didn't get the group you want, Quinny?" She said, with the victory of the world in her voice. I winced. I hate when people take my real name, Quinette, and morph it into something stupid. There are few exceptions. My family, and my best friend, Nevaeh, have permission to call me Quinn, but that's it.

I could see the sense of triumph in her emerald green eyes. It always makes Iri's day when my day is destroyed, and my dignity. I'm not sure why she hates me so much. I rarely see her at my school, Luxor Valley High School. She's a Senior so I'm in none of her classes, me being a Sophomore, but for some reason I'm her enemy. When I first met her, she kept glaring at me. I haven't even said two words to her, but she hated me, and still does.

I wasn't going to let Iri beat me down, so I said, "No, I'm content with it." Iri's smile dropped, bringing my smile higher, "Besides, I'll get to know-"

I looked to my right to see all my other blue group comrades.

Ugh. Them. Why them? The Mleeks? I hate labels, but to refer to this group, I use Mleeks. The Mleeks are a group of people who are probably the smartest people ever. They aren't the stupid stereotype kind of smart person. Some of them have glasses and braces, but honestly, who doesn't at this age? Anyway, along with their smartness, they are probably the meanest. They have this class system which groups you depending on your GPA. If it worked like it does in this government, I'd be in the middle class, but it doesn't. If you have 4.0, you're at the top, but if you have anything lower, you'll be at the bottom; There is no middle class. They go around parading in their posse, harassing people; They call people names, beat people up, etc. That's why people call them Mleeks; They are mean, and extremely smart. They usually keep to themselves though. They aren't on the Smart People team, or whatever it's called, even though they would definitely win Nationals. Some people say that they are secretly planing a conspiracy, but its just a theory.

I turned towards Iri, to find her beaming. I was trying so hard not to crack. I said, "Was that really necessary? You know they'll harass me if I bother them."

She smiled wider, "I just thought you needed more friends to get to know, considering you have close to none."

I balled up my fists. I'd so violently destroy her, but she's hiding behind the title of, "Student Body President" so she's untouchable. She started giggling, her bouncy red curls bounded every time she huffed.

I knew she put me in blue on purpose. She wants me to suffer. She could've at least put Nevaeh with me, but she put her as far away as possible, so there would be no way of stowing away together on this field trip.

I was watching Iri giggle, imagining her choke on her saliva many times. Wow, I'm a violent person, aren't I? But my best friend, Nevaeh is even worse. Soon, she appeared beside me, getting her group color.

"Nev!" I exclaimed. She turned her head to the right, and then smiled.

 "Quinn!" We half hugged. "Where were you? I lost you when we got off the bus!" she asked, after she swatted my arm.

"I told you! I said I was going to get my group color, you said okay, but you never followed me. I couldn't find you!" I answered.

She made a thinking face, and then an "ohhhhh" face. I nodded at her. At the corner of my eye, I saw Iri looking strangely at us.

"Well if it isn't the diabolical duo." she said. Nev and I both rolled our eyes.

 "Just give me my color."

Iri handed Nev a folded slip of paper. She unfolded it, glanced at it, and then looked at me, "What's yours?"

 I muttered softly, "Blue."

Nev rolled her eyes and then said, "Of course you did. I got red." Of course Nev got red. The farthest group from blue.

Nev glanced at Iri, "Was that really necessary?" she asked.

"Of course it was," Iri said. "You freaks deserve it."

Nev was literally turning from her olive colored skin, to red. She turned to me, as if she were asking permission, but I shook my head. If Nev lashed out on Iri, it'd make an entire community happy, but Nev would be endless amounts of trouble afterwards.

Iri looked at Nev funny, "What's wrong with you? Other than everything else." I snatched Nev's arm after Iri said that snide remark. It felt like trying to hold back the negative side of a magnet, from the positive one.

"Nothing," I started, struggling, "She's just really- tired."

"Ugh, she looks worse than that," Iri snickered, "She looks like a frazzled, she-man ape." That was the last nerve. Nev pounced, and almost took Iri to the ground, but I jumped in front, and held her back. Iri looked disgusted.

"Yeah, you would know what a she-man ape looks like right before you do your makeup!!" Nev shrieked.

Hahahaha... we're dead. Nev's mouth was like a fountain of nasty insults. She wouldn't stop, and what she said, could easily land us in suspension.

Actually I was trying my hardest to keep from laughing. The look on Iri's face was priceless, but that look might change when we are murdered by the student council, and the school board.

"-and another thing: You-" I slapped my hand on Nev's mouth, and kept it there. I could hear her muffled sounds from behind my palm.

"Listen- Iri," I struggled with Nev as I tried to mend what happened, "She's been going through a- rough time, and you can- understand her- situation. You know, mood- swings and it's- that time- of month for her. Just ignore it. You know, she doesn't- mean-it."

Iri eyed me with deep thought, also with horror. This whole time, Nev was struggling with my grasp; she was licking my palm and pulling my dirty blond hair.

Iri then sighed "Okay, this one time. Just because it's a field trip. One more slip up-" Iri then made the 'slit-the-throat' gesture. "Now get in your groups!"

I dragged Nev to the back of the mass of students. I let her go, but then the fireworks went off, "Why didn't you let me go?! I could have taken- no- I could have DESTROYED her!! I would've made so many people happy!! Do you know how many-"

 I slapped my hand on her face again. She was in a frenzy, muffled against my hand. "I know you could have! I wanted to see it! But we would have been murdered. If I hadn't talked Iri out of it, she would've babbled." I explained.

Nev's caramel eyes were on fire, but they softened after I explained. I let her go, and she calmed down. "I know, I just hate her stupid face!"

She stomped the ground with her baby blue converse, and her waist length brown hair swishing everywhere. It's funny- Nev wears the sweet-girl-next-door-with-lots-of-floral-skirts-and-belts style, and yet her personality is feisty and short tempered.

"Well, I hate her everything," I said, "But you have to control your temper. Luckily, I was there to stop you from ripping Iri's face off."

Nev rolled her eyes and muttered, "Yeah, yeah. You could've at least let me rip her mouth off; that way, she can't speak or smile that heinous smile ever again."

I put my right forefinger and thumb on my chin, and stroked it. I made a thoughtful noise and said, "Hmmm...Maybe next time." 

Nev started fumbling through her handbag while saying, "You sure that there will be a next time?" Nev then brought out a permission slip. I decided to do the same.

I laughed in response, and said, "I can assure you," I slung my backpack to my right and unzipped the front pocket, and pulled out a folded piece of paper, "There will be a next time."

"Ugh. You know me so well," Nev flipped her hair from her shoulder.

"Well, you are my soul twin."

Nev and I have been best friends since Lord knows when; We are a best friend match made in Heaven. We are sisters, even though we look absolutely nothing alike. Nev is a Hawaiian beauty with shiny, long, chocolate hair with golden eyes. She isn't too skinny; she has lovely curves which I am jealous of. However, I am a thin, pale, tall, girl next door with teal colored eyes and a little past shoulder length, dirty blond hair. I easily pass 5'8. Nev is barely 5'7, and she was tall compared to all the other sophomore girls. I felt like a giant compared to them. Nev says it's good to be tall so I won't have to stand on my toes to kiss a guy. I knew that would probably never happen, me kissing a guy, but that's why I love Nev.

We can read each other like a book. It's like we have telepathy. We know each other like the back of our hands, and sometimes it seems Nev knows more about me than I do.

I looked to my left to find the students of LVHS spreading to form in a line. I looked around for blue, and when I found the group, I groaned. Nev looked at me and said, "How could she do that? That's like sending you to your death!"

"She can do that because one: She is SBP; she can do whatever she wants, and two: She is a female dog in the language of French," I stated angrily.

Nev heaved an anxious sigh. She grabbed my shoulders and said, "I'll pray for you."

"I need more than prayers," I said.

We hugged, and then we went our separate ways.

Ugh!!! I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've been lazy about my writing, but I have an idea I really want to use, but I have to write this exposition, before it gets good. I know it's not finished but I really wanted to get something posted, so I put this up. This is only a fraction of the whole chapter. I just want to you guys to get a feel for some of the main characters, and your input.

Thank you!!! <3  ^_^

Something Wicked

Preface:

"Is she stable?" the woman in black asked.

"Barely. She's about to dip into the yellow zone." the doctor gruffly replied.

The woman and the doctor's eyes were glued to the monitor, scanning for any sign of movement or change. The room was silent, so much that you could hear the buzz of the lights, and the drops of cold sweat falling to the concrete floor. The room was very dark, except for little beams of light from the monitors and small lamps. The only ones in there were the woman and the doctor, and the patient, who's unconscious, on a metal table.

She was thin, and fair skinned. Her very long dirty blonde hair fell over the table, and her turquoise eyes were hidden behind her eyelids. She seemed tall for her age, being in the mid-teens.

The woman in black started pacing. She, the doctor, and the monitor were outside of the girl's square, one-way glass, chamber. "Has she left the real realm yet?" the woman asked skeptically.

"Not yet. She still has to journey through the middle realm." the doctor replied.

The woman grunted, and then went back to pacing. The girl's statistics on the monitor were normal, and remained normal for two more hours. Absolutely nothing changed. The woman was still pacing, the doctor still watching, and the monitor still buzzing.

Then the woman got impatient and exclaimed, "She is taking way too long. A normal keeper would only take half an hour. This one is taking four times that."

"She hasn't had any training at all. She's traumatized, which is normal, but she's more rebellious than normal this time." said the doctor.

"How so?"

"She's trying to find her way back to the real realm, but it's not possible, so she's completely lost." the doctor answered.

"But aren't all of them like that at first? This one is being too slow." the woman said very impatiently.

"Give her some time. Every keeper has their own time." the doctor said, trying to calm the woman down.

The woman huffed, and then walked to the glass, and just stared at the girl. Thirty minutes passed, and then the woman asked again, "How much more time?"

"Approximately an hour."

The woman then cracked. She stomped her foot, and left a crack on the floor. "That is it!" She then walked briskly into the chamber. The doctor stood up and shouted, "No! She's not stable! She'll drop into the critical zone! Don't lose control again, Samara!"

The woman grasped the girls head and chanted a few words. The woman then took a step back. The girl on the table was then lifted in the air and hovered, as a ring of light circled around her. It gradually got brighter and brighter. Soon it got so bright, that it could blind a normal person.

The woman laughed in awe, while the doctor frantically yelled to stop. The woman then whispered, "Welcome to the shadow realm, Keeper..."

But right as the woman said her name, the girl's eyes opened...

Sera Pretton and The Natpips Chapter 2

You can be the fastest in the world, but no matter how far you run, Destiny will always catch up with you in the end...

 In my head, I organized a strategy that would maneuver me through the huge crowd of students, so I could get to class in time, and also to avoid the creepy dude that scarily had the same highlights as me. Not to mention trying to avoid the other club members, or whatever they are.

I had to push against a couple of kids, (Not like they cared. I mean they were freaking out about getting to class already, so why would they care about a little bump, that would be gone, once they decide to figure out what the source was.) so I could move quickly. As I ran, I watched the freaky fire dude ( I didn't know his name, so until I do, we'll call him that) watch me with bright golden eyes, through the cracks in between the forest of kids. He looked like a hunter, or a lion right before he catches his prey. (Which unfortunately would be me)

I then jumped from a jog to a run, watching him closely as I advanced forward. It looked like he started faster, so I made my run a little faster. I was quickly running out of breath, so I stopped to catch my breath. Doing so, I also hid behind a couple of what looked like juniors from the military school. The freaky fire dude stopped also, catching his breath. He looked around for me, and then made a motion which looked like he was giving up. I gave a quiet "Yes!" But soon the celebration was over when The other two club members showed up. I was close enough so I could hear what they were saying,

"I lost her." the freaky fire dude said. His voice was deep, but not monotone. Like, music you could say. 

The little water man looked frustrated, "How could you, Kennith? It is vital we find all of them!"

So the freaky fire dude's name is Kennith, eh, I'll live with it. 

"I know it is! I have only heard you say it a million times, Irvin!" So, the little water man's name is Irvin? No comment...

"Well, do you want me say it again, hot head?" Irvin asked mockingly, getting up in Kennith's face.

"No, thank you, aqua freak." Kennith replied, looking down at Irvin. (He is so short!)

Now, Irvin was getting mad, "Don't make me put out your fire, you-"

He was cut off by the girl. "Stop it you too! We're never going to find the other fire girl if we keep arguing!" 

Kennith and Irvin simultaneously rolled their eyes. "Why do we have to do this again?" Irvin asked.

"Don't you remember? We have to find all the pips, and make sure that they know what they   are, and train them for what is to come." She replied.

"Oh, come on Anthea, did you just barely make that up?" Kennith asked jokingly, while Irvin chuckled.

"Nope. Elder Eldrick did."  Almost instantly, their smiles disappeared. It was silent for a few moments, and then Kennith asked, "Do you have the others?"

Anthea and Irvin turned to show a boy and a girl, scared to death, almost petrified. The girl looked about my age. She had dirty blond hair in a ponytail. She looked a bit tan, and had bright blue eyes. The boy looked a bit older. Fourteen maybe? He looked exactly like the girl, only his hair was a more blond, and his eyes weren't as bright. Were they twins?

Kennith looked at them for an instant, and then said. "Good, now we need that girl with those red highlights." 

Irvin smiled jokingly, "You mean you long lost cousin?" Kennith and Anthea rolled their eyes. I also rolled mine. "She does not look like me! The only thing similar is the hair highlights."

"But also the fact that she is a pyropip, like you." Anthea added.

And that just made it more confusing. What's a pip? And what is a pyropip? And why am I one? Why is it super important for pips to do this? Also who is this Eldrick dude? He must be important, to suddenly turn a conversation into a serious one. Also, why did they need those kids? It didn't matter. All I knew was that I had a headache from that headache of a conversation, and apparently I'm about to become a part of this. I needed to get out of there, before it got worse. 

But I tripped, on someone's stupid foot that had to sticking out. I made a squeal, and I saw the three club members look my way. Their mouths dropped, and then Anthea yelled, "There she is!" 

Kennith charged forward, while Anthea and Irvin dragged the boy and the girl. I panicked, so I very quickly got up and sprinted towards my school building. Luckily it got more crowded, so I can hide easier. 

I entered the school building, running to my class while trying to avoid them. I had to think of a plan. Soon. I can't run forever. But suddenly a light bulb came on. I'll stop running, and then blend in to let them pass, then get to my class, when they're long gone! It's perfect! Well, it works in movies anyway. 

I drifted off to the side, and pretended I was a kid opening my locker. At the corner of my eye, I saw them walk off. After about ten seconds, I walked to my classroom, feeling triumphant. I walked in, sat down, and got out my books like it was a regular day. They would probably give up soon, so I guess the excitement was over.

Speaking of, that was actually sort of fun! I mean it's the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. I enjoyed it! And if I really am this pip or whatever, that would make life more exciting. I was almost wishing they'd come back, but then things would become a headache. 

But suddenly, I saw through the door window, the three of them. How on Earth? I freaked. I nonchalantly sank to the bottom of my chair, making my head low. But then the three of them busted in. They looked around for a second, and then spotted me. 

"There you are." Anthea said.

"How did you find me?" I asked, standing up. 

Irvin answered, while chuckling, "Honey, there are only that many classrooms to hide in."

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."