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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jul 9, 2008 16:13:11 GMT -6
Chronicles of Acalathon: Prophecy of Yvonne written by Mistress Wisewings
Summary: For eight teenagers, they thought life was perfect, that nothing would go wrong. However, while they have good dreams, destiny calls and summons the eight into a different world they are not familiar with. Also, they find out that they were prophesized to save the world, Acalathon, from the evil clutches of their High King, Octavian. Can they save Acalathon and stop the Kingdom Wars?
Note: *sigh* What can I say? I'm bored and therefore I will present you with the first five, or six with prologue, of my novel. Hope you like.
Prologue
“Seabraves’ kingdoms have declared war against each other.”
The entire room went silent. King Dedalus, ruler of Freedom Island, looked grim and his wife, Queen Marcea, reached for his hand, a look of shock on her beautiful face.
“How did this happen?” she asked softly.
The messenger, a young teenager, shrugged. “I have no idea, ma’am. It’s like it happened out of nowhere, with no warning whatsoever.”
King Dedalus scrubbed a hand over his face. “It seems a little surreal. The kingdoms of Seabrave have coexisted peacefully for as long as time itself. Now…” he trailed off.
“Now they are at each other’s throats,” Yvonne Taylor spoke. The beautiful sorceress’s face held a thoughtful look. “I certainly would hope the cause is not because of the recent changes of the kingdoms of Acalathon and Acalathon itself.”
“Of course not!” Queen Marcea exclaimed, looking horrified. “I know those boys. There was no sign of hatred in them or I would have picked up on it with my empathy.”
Yvonne nodded. “True.” She had forgotten Queen Marcea was an empath.
“So…” King Dedalus replied slowly. “If the boys are not at fault… who is?”
Before anyone in the room could answer, the young sorceress let out a gasp. She fell forward and the messenger was quick to catch her. Yvonne’s eyes burned a brilliant white color and when she spoke, her voice had gone deep and raspy, unlike her own. “Darkness falls upon the land, turning friend against friend. But do not despair, for your saviors are coming around the bend. Only they can bring down the shadows and restore peace to your land.”
Her body jack-knifed upwards, gasping out loud once again, before she relaxed, her eyes shut. The teen looked uncomfortable and when he reached out a hand to shake her, Yvonne opened her eyes.
“What happened?” she asked, sounding breathless.
The entire court exchanged uneasy glances. How could they tell her that she made a prophecy when it was clear that she never had made one before?
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jul 9, 2008 16:21:56 GMT -6
Chapter One: Sheridan and Sebastian Michaels
BBBBRINGGG!
The sound of chairs scraping across the tiled floor and papers shuffling woke a seventeen-year-old boy from his slumber. He groaned and took his head off his textbook. Some places on the pages were slightly soaked, but he found he didn’t care. He gathered his supplies from his desk and exited from the classroom. The boy was heading toward his math class when he heard a shout.
“Sheri!”
He whipped around before he was attacked by a blur of red hair. He winced as the person squeezed him tightly. The boy could swear he heard some ribs crack.
“Sebastian…” he rasped. “Air!”
“Sorry, bro.” The other boy let him go.
Even if Sebastian and his twin brother were born the same day, they had quite a few differences. Sebastian had shorter hair while his twin, Sheridan, wore his long; Sebastian had gray eyes whereas Sheridan had dark forest green. Sebastian lived for danger and to laugh while Sheridan was loyal and kind.
“How many times do I have to keep reminding you NOT to call me Sheri?” Sheridan asked, rubbing his chest. “We are not at home.”
“Oh come on!” cried Sebastian, bouncing around his twin. “I let you call me Seb.”
The slightly older twin glared at his brother and proceeded to journey down the cramped hallways of Sunview High. His twin pouted and bounced the other way. Sheridan had taken no notice.
Once Sheridan had stepped into his math class, he took his usual seat. In front of him, Jimmy Chamberlain was attempting, and failing, to woo a girl. No matter how good-looking Jimmy may be, his personality wasn’t a hit with the local girls. They would walk away from him in disgust or ignore him. And yet Jimmy wondered how he never got a girl. He even tried out for the football team (he never got picked), and still got no twitch of interest.
“Hey Sheridan,” murmured someone from his side. The junior sighed; he knew exactly who that was.
“Chloe, hi,” he said, pretending to be excited to see her. Chloe would always follow him around the school like a lost puppy. She was starting to deeply annoy Sheridan and he didn’t know how to ditch her. She was like a leech; a leech that needed to be squashed. And fast. “How are you today?”
She gave a brilliant smile. “Oh, aren’t you sweet! I am fine, thanks. How about you?”
Sheridan buried his face into his backpack on purpose, so his stalker couldn’t see his face. He may not like her, but he never wanted to hurt anyone’s feelings. He was too kind for that.
“Eh, I’m alright. Same old, same old, you know. Homework, hanging out with my friends, being with my family.”
Before Chloe could open her mouth again, the teacher strode into the classroom. As soon as the teacher started to ask the students to pass up the homework, Sheridan couldn’t help but let out a relieved sigh. Thank you, Mr. Woods, he thanked mentally. He pulled out his blue folder and passed up a handful of worksheets.
“Today, class, we are going to be using the methods we learned in class in the real world,” said Mr. Woods. “I will go around the room, carrying this hat,” he pulled out a nice black top hat and shook it a little, “and you will pick a topic from the hat! Then we will continue to learn more about logarithms.”
As Mr. Woods started on the left side of the room, Sheridan’s side, Sheridan began to daydream a little. He quietly tapped his pencil on his notebook and the sound slowly lulled him to sleep.
The sound of metal clashing against metal snapped Sheridan from his daze. Staring down at him was a tall cloaked figure, his gleaming silver sword poised over his heart. With a burst of adrenaline, the seventeen year old drew his legs back and propelled them upward, into the chest of his opponent. His opponent gave a grunt and stumbled back, giving the boy enough time to jump to his feet. Immediately, dark red fur sprouted all over his body and his fingers morphed into claws. Before his mouth projected out along with his nose, Sheridan gave a grin to the cloaked man, who looked on in horror. Elongated canines flashed in the dying rays of sunlight.
“Mr. Michaels?”
Sheridan jerked awake and stared up with a dazed look to his teacher, who had just stopped in front of him.
“Sorry, sir,” he replied sheepishly. “Must not have gotten good sleep last night.” He reached into the top hat and pulled out a small slip of paper. Sheridan groaned and his head slumped down onto his desk. Matrix was spelled neatly on the piece of lined paper.
“Matrixes aren’t that bad. You can do it.”
“But how would matrixes be used in today’s world? I understand how it works and all…”
“You can do it,” replied Sebastian slowly and loudly. “Do you understand?”
Sheridan glared at his twin. “Not funny, Mr. Reckless. I would love to see what your teacher pins you with.” Sebastian gave a grin. “Probably something like linear equations. They are easy to make a project with.”
“Of course.”
As Sheridan glanced around the room for his other friends, his eyes spotted someone leaning against a pillar, near the lunch line. She looked fairly young, like she was a freshman or a sophomore. Dressed in jeans and a pink shirt, she blended in well amongst the other high school students. Her books were safely tucked underneath her arm as her backpack was slung over one shoulder. She was staring off into the distance, as if waiting for someone.
“Hello? Is Sheri there? Can he come out and play?”
Sheridan pulled his gaze away from the girl to his younger twin, who was waving his hand in front of his face. Sebastian finally pulled his hand away, grinning madly.
“Where have you been? I was trying to get your attention. Our boys arrived.”
Sure enough, the whole gang was gathered around the table. They were talking amongst themselves, as if they hadn’t noticed that their friend was staring at some girl. Sheridan turned his head to see if he could spot the girl again, but she was nowhere in sight. He briefly wondered if she was a figment of his imagination before Darien Birdwell clapped him on the shoulder. Darien began to talk to him, especially about the basketball game he went to last night.
As he started talking to his pals, Sheridan forgot about the girl completely. He fell back into a routine that he was familiar with. That in itself was reassuring, helping to soothe his fears about the Algebra project.
“MR. MICHAELS!”
Sebastian jerked awake as a book was slammed down on his desk. Many of the kids giggled as he blinked owlishly up at his teacher, who glared down at him.
“Yes, sir?” he asked groggily, wiping some drool off of his chin. His classmates laughed harder.
“Would you please read the part of Mr. Proctor in the play, Mr. Michaels?”
For one thing, Sebastian hated reading. He absolutely hated reading in front of the class, especially The Crucible. Second of all, he didn’t even like the play! Why should he read out loud? Weren’t the readers supposed to volunteer to play a part?
“Fine,” he grumbled, flipping his book open after leaning over to see what page they were on. He cleared his throat dramatically, causing more laughter. “I were planting far out to the forest edge.”
A girl in the far end of the classroom responded, “Oh, you’re done then.”
“Aye, the farm is seeded. The boys asleep?”
“They will be soon.”
Just as Sebastian opened his mouth to reply, the bell rang. He breathed a sigh of relief and slammed his book shut. Everyone began to shove their things into their backpacks and scooted their chairs under the desks.
“Your assignment tonight is to write a summary of Act One,” shouted the English teacher as the students started leaving.
Saved by the bell, thought Sebastian gratefully and swung his backpack onto his back and exited the classroom.
“Homeward bound!” shouted Sebastian to his brother as he stepped onto the bus, grinning broadly. “No homework!”
“Goody for you,” said Sheridan, pressing himself against the window so his brother could sit next to him. He glanced out the window and watched the students run to the buses or to their cars if they drove themselves to school.
“Though I had to sit and read through The Crucible in English.” Sebastian drew in a dramatic breath. “I was John Proctor.”
“Nice.”
“No, it wasn’t nice. It was terrible!”
Sheridan turned his head to face his twin. “Seb, I think the English teacher likes it when you read in front of the class.”
“How do you know?”
He shrugged. “I asked him.”
Sebastian punched him playfully on the arm. “You did not. You just guessed.”
Sheridan cracked a smile. “And what if I did?”
“Loser.”
“Brat.”
Sebastian stuck his tongue out at Sheridan, who kept smiling. “You’re annoying, did ya know that?”
“Hmm...” Sheridan put on a thoughtful expression, stroking his chin. “No, I didn’t know that.” He screwed his face into a wince as his twin punched him again. “Seriously, Seb. I didn’t know I was annoying.”
“Stop lying. You are annoying and you know it.”
“I don’t have to say it out loud, you know.”
“Yes, you should. Makes you feel better if you do.”
“No, it won’t. I’ll feel like a total idiot if I do.”
Sebastian grinned. “It’s only because you are an idiot.”
“Hey, watch it.”
“Why?”
Sheridan heaved a sigh. “Now who’s getting annoying?”
“Hey! No fair Sheri!”
“All’s fair in love and war, baby brother.”
Sebastian sputtered and Sheridan smiled, knowing he had won this round.
The bus began to move and the brothers fell silent, wanting to get home as soon as possible for the weekend.
“Sheridan?”
“Hmm?”
“I still love you.”
A small smile spread across Sheridan’s face as his eyes stayed closed. “I love you too, brother.”
“That’s good. I was worried for a second there.”
His eyes slid open and glanced to his brother. “You were?” Sebastian nodded. “You shouldn’t doubt how I feel about you, Seb. No matter what happens between us, I will always love you.”
“Thanks, brother.”
“No problem.”
They remained silent for the rest of the way until they got off at their stop.
The bus always stops at the top of the driveway when it drops off the Michaels twins. It was mostly due to the dense forest that surrounded their home. Even in sunlight, the forest looked dark and scary. That was why most people steered clear of the Michaels home.
Sheridan and Sebastian trekked down the gravel driveway, unperturbed by the darkness the forest created or the sounds that it emitted. They were used to the darkness, so it didn’t scare them. It didn’t scare any of their family.
They finally reached the house and instantly spotted their father working on the family car. Well, they could see their father’s legs anyway, for he was under the car.
“Hi Dad,” called Sebastian as they walked up to the car.
Their father pushed himself from under the car and peered up at his sons. His face had dark spots were oil must’ve leaked out from the car, making his skin look dark. “Good afternoon, boys. How was school?” He reached for his handkerchief and wiped his face.
“It was good. Seb got to play John Proctor in The Crucible today and I got an algebra project to start.”
Their father shook his head in amusement. “I think Mr. Killian wants you to participate in plays more often, son.”
“It’s not my fault that I do impersonations very well,” Sebastian replied.
“I didn’t say it was, son.” Still, the older man had a twinkle in his dark green eyes. “If you don’t have any homework, your mother would like to have a word with you.”
The twin boys left their father to work on the car and entered the house. Sheridan instantly went up to his bedroom to start on his project while Sebastian dropped his stuff off in the living room and headed into the kitchen. Their mother was searching through the refrigerator and hadn’t heard her youngest son come into the kitchen.
“What do you need, Mom?” Sebastian asked, leaning against the doorframe with his shoulder.
“Would you help make dinner tonight, honey?” she asked, shutting the refrigerator door. Her red curls were bunched under a bandana she had wrapped around her head.
“Sure. Why do you ask?”
She smiled. “We’re having guests over for dinner. Remember?”
“Oh. Right! I had forgotten.”
“How could you ever forget about our monthly dinner with the whole family, Sebastian?”
He blushed slightly, causing her to laugh and pat his shoulder comfortingly.
“It’s alright. I know how you teenagers are these days, thinking that dating the most beautiful girls in school is the most important…”
“Mom!”
She looked to him in amusement before assigning him work.
Sheridan came down about an hour later and watched his twin chop up fresh vegetables on the cutting board.
“Oh, Sheridan!” said their mother, walking up to him and kissing him on the cheek. “Do you want to help out your mother and brother in preparing dinner for tonight?”
“Sure. It beats helping Dad.”
She laughed heartily. “Your dad is disappointed that you boys aren’t interested in learning about how to repair a car. He seems to think that most teenage boys love cars.”
“Mom, we aren’t like most teenage boys,” said Sebastian, giving a wink to his brother. She whipped the dish towel at him playfully and proceeded to give Sheridan the job of slicing the meat.
Their father soon came into the kitchen minutes later, shaking his head at the sight of his wife and twin boys preparing the monthly dinner.
“This is just sad.”
“What is sad, Theo?” their mother asked.
“Here I was expecting my boys to be outside, drilling me with questions about cars and how to take care of them. Instead, they are helping you cook dinner.”
“And what is the problem with that? I love having help in the kitchen.”
Theo shook his head, his eyes sparkling. “Do you need help, darling?”
“Yeah. Go to the supermarket and get some items.” She passed a small list to her husband. He walked out of the room, holding the list in his hand while his sons laughed. They knew that their father was horrible in the kitchen and that their mother wouldn’t let him work in her newly-remodeled kitchen. After all, he was the reason the kitchen was remodeled.
“Mackenzie! How nice to see you!”
The twins’ mother smiled happily as her mother came through the door. She took her mother’s coat and hung it up as the older woman greeted her grandsons warmly.
“My, how they have grown, Mackenzie. What have you been feeding them?”
“The usual, Mother,” replied Mackenzie, winking to her sons.
“And where is that handsome husband of yours?”
“Getting the dining room ready for dinner.” She greeted the rest of the family before ushering them into the living room. “Does anyone want anything to drink before dinner?”
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jul 9, 2008 16:29:35 GMT -6
Chapter Two: Bailey Mortensen
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Of course.” Her lips brushed against the shell of his ear and he shuddered against her.
“We could get caught doing… this,” the young man gasped.
She licked his ear. “Who cares? Just… feel.”
“Oh, I am feeling.” He let out a moan as her lips trailed down to his exposed neck. “I just… what about…”
“You worried about your little girlfriend?” she asked angrily, pulling away. Her obsidian eyes flashed dangerously. “Fine.” She buttoned her shirt back up. “I can see that we aren’t getting anywhere anytime soon.”
“Bailey…”
She didn’t listen to him as she picked up her bag and stepped out of the janitor’s closet, slamming the door behind her. The girl stalked away angrily and exited the school building. I can’t believe him! Most boys would be groveling at my feet! The nerve of him! Bailey arrived at her Dodge Durango and slipped into the driver seat. She fumbled for her keys and put them into the ignition.
“Why do I even go for the weak ones?” she muttered to herself, starting her car. “Oh, I know! It’s because they are easier to persuade. The problem is, they believe in loyalty to their girlfriends, if they have any. I should seriously start going for guys who…” Her cell phone rang, interrupting her rant. She grabbed it and pushed the talk button. “What?”
“No need to sound so excited to hear from me,” said the deep, familiar, masculine voice of her best friend.
She gave a sigh. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want, Dylan?”
“Who pissed you off this time?” She could tell that he was smiling through the phone.
“It’s none of your business. What do you want?”
“Okay, okay. I was wondering if you were interesting in going to the club tonight. I hear there is going to be a great band.”
“Are you kidding? I would love to go. We are only going as friends, okay?”
“Alright.” He sounded excited, but then became serious again. “Tell me, what has happened to make you become the Queen Bitch again?”
“It. Is. None. Of. Your. Business.” Bailey said through gritted teeth. She tapped her fingers impatiently on her steering wheel as she waited for the stop light to turn green.
“Oh, I see. It’s one of your lovers, isn’t it?”
“It’s not one of my usual lovers, alright?” she spat, pressing the accelerator into the floor of her car as the light turned green, causing some of the cars next to her to honk at her in annoyance. “Hell, he isn’t even my lover!”
“I see. You should stop pulling random boys into closets. I am noticing that most of the boys on campus already have girlfriends, Bailey.”
“I don’t give a damn. If I am in the mood…”
“I realize that you do get in the mood quite often,” Dylan said. His voice told her that he was overly amused. “But that does not mean you can jump any random guy who is in your way. Soon you will become the school slut and everyone will know it. You know how our school works.”
She heaved a sigh and pulled into the driveway of her house. “You know that I don’t care for my reputation at school, Dylan. I don’t even care about school. I so cannot wait until I am eighteen.”
“So what? You can drop out?” He chuckled. “Bailey, even if you were eighteen I would stop you from dropping out.”
“And why would you even do something as stupid as that?”
“Because I don’t want to graduate all by myself.”
She scoffed. “There are over one hundred of us in our class, Dylan. I would think you wouldn’t…”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”
He was right. She knew that Dylan wanted his best friend there when they graduated from high school next year.
“Look, I gotta let you go. I just got home.”
“Okay. Talk to you later, Bailey.”
“Bye.”
She flipped her phone shut, ending the call. She gathered her bag from the passenger seat and got out of her car. Bailey entered the house just in time to avoid a yellow spongy ball that hit the closet door to the right of the front door.
“Nice try, small fry,” she called, shutting the door and taking off her shoes. This time, she caught the ball that was shot at her and hurled it back to her little brother.
“Aw, man. Why can’t I ever surprise you anymore, Bailey?” her brother whined.
She ruffled his mousy hair. “Because you are so predictable, Rickie.”
The boy pulled a face and walked up the staircase to his room. Bailey watched him go with a smile and headed into the kitchen.
“Good afternoon, Bailey,” replied her mother. She was seated at the dining room table with her work spread out in front of her.
Bailey didn’t say anything as her anger from earlier had risen again. Her little brother had a way to make her anger go away, but her mother seemed to bring the beast back out.
Ever since Bailey and Rick’s father left, Bailey had blamed their mother for him leaving and hardly ever spoke to her. Her mother didn’t like that, but she knew that she couldn’t force her daughter to speak to her. It would cause even more problems then there were to begin with.
Bailey dragged herself up the stairs and into her bedroom. She shut the door and threw herself onto her bed. All of her anger and rage made her blood boil and she let out a scream. Her slender hands punched her pillows and her legs kicked at the bed as if the bed was the subject of her rage.
She screamed and screamed until she could no longer scream. Her body fell limp onto her bed and she just lay there, breathing heavily. Bailey felt motionless as the anger fell away, taking her energy along with it.
Finally, when she found the strength to get up, Bailey reached for her remote control and turned on her television. She soon forgot that she was even angry at the boy she was trying to screw in favor of watching TV.
“Bailey, dinner!”
Turning off her television, she slid off her bed and proceeded to head downstairs. Her mother and brother were already seated at the table, waiting for her. She flopped down at her usual seat and the family of three started eating.
“Mom?” Bailey asked after swallowing a mouthful of spaghetti. “Is it okay if Dylan and I go to the club tonight?”
“I suppose my opinion doesn’t matter if you already planned it,” said her mother.
“Mom, of course your opinion matters.”
“But you still go and plan things behind my back. You have never respected my opinion before and I know you won’t respect it now. Go ahead and go to the club.”
“But…”
Her mother didn’t say anything more on the subject. She instead turned to Bailey’s younger brother and put on a smile. “How was your day, Rick?”
The young boy broke out into a grin and told the older woman about his day. The teen heaved a sigh and finished her dinner quickly. She hurried upstairs and dug through her closet to find a decent outfit to wear to the club.
Bailey’s relationship with her mother was always strained. Her mother never trusted her. She doesn’t like the choices her only daughter makes, especially without consulting her to begin with. Bailey never knew why her mother disapproved of her actions. She wishes that the older woman would someday try to repair their broken relationship. No matter how much she may hate her mother, Bailey loves her very much.
She finally picked out her outfit and slipped it on just as her cell phone rang. Pulling her top over her head and situating it properly on her torso, she reached out and snatched her phone.
“Hello?”
“Ready yet?”
She began to smile. “Just about. Where are you?”
He chuckled. “I’ve been outside for hours.” Bailey rolled her eyes. “Just kidding. I am about a few minutes away from your house. Meet me outside.”
She said she would be ready soon and shut her phone.
Dylan was waiting in his sports car, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Bailey greeted him with a smile and a peck on the cheek. The two friends would never become a couple, so they settled with being like family. They would exchange friendly kisses, leaving everyone wonder if they were ever gonna get together.
“You look amazing,” he commented as she fastened the seatbelt.
“And so do you.” Her obsidian eyes did a quick glance at her friend’s body.
Dylan was always good-looking, but he was definitely better-looking than ever. His deep red shirt clung to his torso, making his pectorals become defined under the material. He wore tight leather pants that also accentuated his legs, making them look longer. Together, the red shirt and black pants made his dark hair stand out.
“Aw, thanks Bailey.” He flashed a blinding white smile and put his car into reverse. She returned the smile and leaned back, relaxing against his leather seats.
In no time, Dylan and Bailey arrived at the club. They flashed their ID’s to the bouncer and he let them in. Loud techno music burst into their ears and the two winced for a few seconds before journeying toward the dance floor where a large group of sweaty teenagers danced. The ladies were dressed scantily and the men wore tight-fitted clothing. The strobe lights made the dancers seem like they were dancing in slow motion. Bailey thought that they did that so the teens would melt and let their reservations go, along with their hormones.
“Looks like a full house, eh?” Dylan asked, pulling his friend from her thoughts.
“It does.” She turned her eyes to him, mischief glinting wildly. “Wanna bet how many people we could snag?”
He snorted. “I bet I could beat you.”
“You seem so sure of yourself.”
His eyes sparkled with amusement. “If you haven’t forgotten, my dear friend, I seem to beat you at how many ladies I can get on my arm than you can get guys.”
“This time will be different.”
She left him chuckling as she mingled into the mass of sweaty, hot bodies. She knew that eyes were following her, both male and female. Her outfit did have a tendency to attract both genders, making them want to take her right on the dance floor. She plastered a smile on her face and swayed to the music. More eyes watched her as she synchronized with the music. It was like she was a sorceress, casting a spell upon those who gazed at her. No one else danced except for her.
Bailey perched herself on a barstool, nursing a glass of Coke in her long-fingered hands. She knew that the eyes still followed her every move. Most of the boys have asked to dance with her but she declined. She was only out here to relieve some stress, not to pick men up. Besides, she wasn’t looking for any more one-night stands at the moment.
“Hello.”
Her eyes slid over the tall, dark form of the man sitting next to her. He was very good-looking, almost drop-dead gorgeous. The man had thick dark hair that was extremely mused and stuck up in all directions.
“Hey,” she answered with a smile. She took a sip of her soda.
“What’s your name, gorgeous?”
She froze, the glass pressed against her lips. Bailey lowered it slowly and took a deep breath.
“Bailey. And you?”
He gave her a dazzling smile and he offered his large hand to her. “Michael.” His light blue eyes traveled to the dance floor. “Wanna dance with me, Bailey?”
Her hormones did a flip inside her and a deep pang grew in her belly. She cursed herself mentally before flashing Michael a smile and accepted his hand, letting him pull her off her stool.
They didn’t join the big mass on the dance floor but instead stood in a small corner of the club. His arms went around her small waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. She swore she could feel his heartbeat under the slightly sweaty skin, adding more to the deep ache. Her tongue swept through her mouth absently as she was tugged closer to Michael’s body. It didn’t help that he smelled extremely good either.
Bailey and Michael swayed to the music, slowly heading toward one of the exits. Her heartbeat sped up as the cool air swept over their heated bodies and his eyes found hers. Light blue looked deep into the black tunnels of her eyes. Michael lowered his face to hers and their lips brushed in an innocent kiss. At first, it was just a brush of lips in a gentle kiss but the kiss gradually deepened and became more passionate.
They broke their kiss to take deep breaths before he began to kiss her face, his hands trailing down her sides. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to her body’s feelings. She lowered her face down to meet the skin where his shoulder and neck met. He let out a low groan as she gently sucked at the skin. Bailey moaned as her tongue felt along his carotid artery, feeling the quick beats of his pulse. Gods, she was so thirsty. Finally, she let herself go and let her lengthening canines sink into his artery.
Michael stopped his movements, his body stilling. Then his eyes widened in shock as his brain finally registered what was happening. He began to squirm, but her arms pinned him against the cold bricks. He was left with nothing to do but let her drain his blood from his body, which made him extremely dizzy. He started to see spots and his body grew limp. Bailey seemed to ignore everything but drinking the rich blood, pulling it from the warm blood vessel.
When she was finished, she finally let go and Michael’s lifeless body slumped down to the ground, his back pressed against the wall. His beautiful light blue eyes were slightly glassy but they still revealed his shock. Bailey wiped her mouth free of the delicious coppery liquid and entered the club again, intent on getting as many men on her arm as she could. There was no way Dylan would beat her, not for the second time.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jul 9, 2008 18:36:46 GMT -6
Chapter Three: Irving Larson
“Turn your papers over and you may begin your exam.”
No sound was heard except for the flipping of papers or the soft scratches of lead pencils. It was quite soothing. Normally, the students would be chatting or the teacher would be lecturing or a video would be shown, but not today.
Irving Larson flipped his exam over and put his pencil down. He was very glad that he had studied the past two days for this exam or else he would have failed the test. His parents wouldn’t be happy if he let that happen and, he decided, he wouldn’t be either. He received mostly A’s and B’s in all of his classes, even his honor classes. Irving turned his homework in and studied hard.
The eighteen-year-old glanced around the room, noticing that more than half of the class was finished and had either pulled out their textbooks to finish some last minute homework or chatted quietly with their neighbors. The teacher hadn’t noticed how many students had completed their tests. She continued to grade papers with her red correcting pen. However, she did look up when the last student finished. How does she do that? Irving wondered. It’s like she always knows when the last student completes a test.
“Good. My T.A will come around and collect your exams. Also, he will hand-out a lab worksheet for you to complete this class period. If you have any questions, consult either him or me.” Ms. Trent returned to her grading while the T.A walked around the desks, collecting papers and handing out sheets of paper. Irving took one glance at the paper and grabbed his pencil before moving back to the lab tables.
“Hey Irving,” his lab partner, Michelle Fleming, greeted as she joined him at their table. “What did you think of that exam?”
He shrugged. “It wasn’t hard.”
Michelle stared at him. “You kidding me? I forgot most of the formulas!”
Irving flashed her a smile and went over to a white cabinet in the back of the room for two pairs of goggles. He handed her a pair and the two began to follow the instructions of their sheets.
Irving took a seat on the patio overlooking the football and soccer fields at the back of the school. Teachers allowed students to sit outside for lunch if the weather was decent. He was happy to note that it was sunny and very warm. He unpacked his brown paper bag and munched on his food as he took out his chemistry book. He always had a knack for the science classes and he especially loved chemistry. It amazed him the kinds of things you can do with the chemicals and what you can make out of them.
When he was finished with his lunch, he leaned back and let the gentle wind pass over his face. It was a beautiful day out. He was slightly envious as he watched a tree swallow flew past him, twittering with joy, flashing off its sapphire blue back and brilliant white underbelly as it dove around the fields. Sighing, Irving closed his eyes and let himself relax.
“Look out!”
Irving threw his body down to the ground as a spell flew over him. He smiled over at the red-haired girl who smiled back before she continued to brew medicinal potions to help the sick and injured. His eyes roamed over to see another girl who was dressed in a dark green robe. She was flinging spells left and right, some of them hitting their targets and making the men fall down.
“Keep it up Aimee!” yelled a tall, dark man who had taken refuge behind a big boulder. “Use what Adam taught you!”
“Got it!” Aimee yelled back. Her eyes lowered to look at Irving. “You alright?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” Irving answered with a smile.
“Then get off your butt and transform. We need as many warriors as possible and I don’t think Sheridan and Sebastian are gonna cut it, with Tyler injured.”
“What happened to Tyler?”
“Got hit with a stray spell,” answered the black girl behind the beautiful red-haired girl that had warned Irving of the spell. “He’ll be fine once I dose him with my healing magic and when Gretchen finishes her potion.”
Irving was jolted out of his strange dream when one of the hallway monitors shook his shoulder. He smiled at the man and gathered his things. As he walked toward his class, he couldn’t figure out what the dream meant. Was it something of his imagination or was it real? Would there be an upcoming war that would make children become warriors? He hoped it wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Irving just wanted to focus on his schooling.
As his day went on, he couldn’t help but think about the dream he had during lunch. He wondered who those other kids were and if they were real, if they too had the same dreams as he, of battles fought with magic against beings so hideous it was like they came straight out of a monster movie. Some of the creatures reminded him of those describe from the Lord of the Rings books.
Shaking his head, he headed toward his desk in his English class, hoping to rid himself of the dream.
The rest of the days passed without any horrific battle scenes playing in his mind, which he was thankful for. His backpack full of homework, Irving headed out toward his car, a dark blue Mercury Sable. He shoved the bag into the backseat and started his vehicle. Then he drove over to the middle school to pick up his sister, Hannah.
He didn’t have to wait long to find her, but his eyes narrowed at the sight of Hannah flirting with a boy. Reeling in his anger, Irving honked his car horn and got her attention.
“Hey Irving,” she greeted, tugging the boy along with her. “This is Aaron Smith. He’s in most of my classes. Aaron, this is my big brother, Irving Larson. He’s a senior in high school.”
Irving nearly smirked at the nervousness Aaron was showing on his face. Good. Maybe that will stop from dating my little sister, he thought.
“Pleased to meet you,” he said. “Let’s go home, Hannah. I got a lot of work to do.”
She rolled her eyes as she came around to the passenger side of the station wagon. “You always have homework, Irv.” She waved to her friend as the car pulled away from the school.
“So,” Irving began, his eyes on the road, “is this Aaron guy your friend or boyfriend?”
His sister’s honey brown eyes flashed. “He’s just a friend, Irv. Just because there are a lot of girls my age starting to have sex and boyfriends doesn’t mean that I am. You need to have faith in me, big bro.”
He blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. “I trust you, Hannah, I really do. It’s just…”
“It’s your brotherly instincts coming through,” she finished for him. Her eyes softened. “I understand. What with Dad barely around, you are the man of the house. It doesn’t help that Mom is always working. You’re supposed to be doing just your homework, not the housekeeping.”
“But it helps me get ready to live on my own,” Irving replied with a grin.
Hannah smacked his arm, grinning too.
They pulled into the driveway of a two-level modern home with two garage doors. Irving pressed the button on his garage opener and parked the vehicle inside.
“What’s on the menu for dinner tonight, bro?” his sister asked, closing her door.
He hid a grin. “Oh, I was thinking an ordering a pizza. Mom says it’s alright… oomph!”
Hannah hugged him tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She pulled away, smiling. “Can we watch a movie tonight?”
Irving smiled. “Let me finish my work that is due tomorrow then we can.”
“Cool! I get to choose the first one!”
He ruffled her curly black hair. “Sure you can, squirt.” He ducked her swing and went toward his bedroom to study, chuckling under his breath.
“Get ‘em! Get ‘em!”
Irving stared at Hannah with amusement, watching her scream at the TV, a plate of pizza on her lap. He wondered when the plastic plate would fall to the floor. He turned back to the movie when he heard the sound of a car backing into the garage.
“Mom’s home early,” Hannah remarked, having heard the noise too. “Something is not right, Irv.”
They left the TV on and headed to the door leading to the garage. Once the two siblings entered the garage, they were stunned to see their mother still in the driver’s seat, as if she suddenly became a statue. Jennifer Larson was a lively woman, not this woman, who looked as if the world fell apart around her.
“Mom?” Hannah asked, her voice soft as if she were speaking to a caged or angry animal.
At first, their mother didn’t respond. She continued to sit there. Then she turned her eyes to her children. Her beautiful blue gray eyes, the same ones as Irving has, were red and appeared to be swollen. Tear tracks were frozen on her pale cheeks.
“Mom? What happened?” Irving asked this time.
She slowly unbuckled her seat belt and turned off the car. Just as she opened the door to get out, Irving noticed that she was shaking. He wondered what happened to make Jennifer so shaken. Then he grew alarmed when his mother started crying, really crying.
Both Hannah and Irving pulled her into a hug, their mother still seated in her car. Her arms went around them both and she held on as she sobbed. Irving rubbed her back gently while sharing a worried look with his sister. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
“Oh, God,” Jennifer cried, her voice shaking and wobbling. She took in a shuddering breath.
“What? What is it?” Hannah asked, her sorrow for her mother evident in her voice.
“T-there’s been a terrible accident.” Her sobs grew worse. “Oh, God, Zachary. God…”
The mention of their father’s name made their blood grow cold. Something bad must have happened to him to make their mother dissolve into tears. As a police officer in town, Jennifer barely showed any emotion outside of her family.
“Mom, what happened to Dad?” Irving asked.
She didn’t answer and that didn’t help calm her children’s emotions. What if their father had died? That would certainly throw their mother into his kind of fit. Besides, their father was in the military, after all.
“Mom, is he…?” Irving couldn’t find it in himself to say it.
His question was answered when Jennifer cried once more and she nodded into his chest, sobbing hysterically.
Irving felt his heart drop into his churning stomach. Hannah also leaned on him, tears falling silently from her brown eyes. Dad’s eyes. He fought down the swell of emotions rising in him. He would grieve later. For now, he had to be the strong one, to be there for his family.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jul 9, 2008 18:56:16 GMT -6
Chapter Four: Aimee Jones
Aimee Jones stared wide-eyed at the high school building, her hands tightening on the straps of her backpack. Finally, after a few minutes to collect herself, she strode toward the front doors. In her mind, she tried to remember how to get to the principal’s office without getting lost.
Straight ahead of her was a four-way intersection, with a section of dark blue or dull gold lockers in front. Swallowing, Aimee took a left into a semi-crowded hallway with polished oak doors that had names of the staff written on the glass panels. She let out a sigh of relief when she found the principal’s door.
The secretary greeted her with a warm smile. “You must be Aimee Jones. Mr. Riordan has been expecting you.” She gestured to the door behind her. “Go ahead, dear.”
Mr. Riordan turned out to be a middle-aged man and, Aimee noted with a slight blush, that he was good-looking. He glanced up from his desk and smiled at her and beckoned her in. “Come in, Miss Jones. Come in and have a seat.”
This may not be so bad, Aimee thought to herself as she perched herself on to plush chair situated in front of his dark cherry desk.
The principal reached down, opened a drawer, and set a file folder on his desk, which had her name scrawled on the tab. He opened it and shuffled through the variety of papers before looking at her with the same smile from earlier. “It seems that you would be more than welcome here, Aimee. Your grades from your previous schools are exceptional for someone of your age. I personally see no problems.” Mr. Riordan’s smile widened. “Before I hand you your schedule and other necessary papers, is there anything you would like to ask me?”
Aimee searched her thoughts before shaking her head negatively. “Not at the moment, sir.”
He nodded. “Well, if you have any questions at all, please feel free to come to me or your counselor.” He then pulled out a sheet of paper followed by a couple booklets. “Here is your schedule. There is a copy of the layout of the school in the thicker booklet. The booklets are for you to keep, as they contain everything about our school.” Mr. Riordan offered his hand out to her. “Welcome to Sunview High, Aimee Jones.”
Aimee instantly flipped to the school map in the thick booklet and tried to find the English 9 classroom. As she did so, she didn’t notice where she was going.
SMACK!
“Oomph!” She fell onto her butt, her things scattering. The person she bumped into remained standing but when the person turned around, Aimee felt a blush coming on. God, are all the men here this good-looking?
“I-I’m so sorry!” Aimee cried, crawling onto her hands and knees, gathering all her supplies.
The gorgeous guy got down and helped her. “It’s alright,” he responded, flashing a smile. “It’s not like I am not used to having good-looking girls fall to the ground at my feet.”
She turned away, her face burning brightly. After all her things were gathered, she stood up. “I am sorry, truly.” Face still red, she turned away.
“Hey, where you heading to?” he called, jogging up to meet her.
“English 9,” she ground out, fishing out her map once more.
His face brightened. “I’m headed that way too. I got English 12.”
Great, on top of his good-looks and charm, he’s also a senior, Aimee thought. Smooth move, Jones.
When she said nothing more, he started talking again. “My name’s Jamie. Jamie Bryce. What’s yours, sweetheart?”
Aimee gritted her teeth. He was getting on her nerves. “Aimee.”
Jamie flashed another smile. “That’s a pretty name. Are you new here?”
Isn’t that rather obvious, you jerk? “Yes.”
He beamed. “Excellent. I can show you around after class, if you’d like.”
Joy, she thought dryly. She didn’t answer but, unfortunately, he took her silence for agreement, for he smiled once again.
“Perfect. I’ll pick you up after class.” He stopped and Aimee finally noticed that they arrived at where she needed to be. She checked her schedule and the plaque by the door to make sure.
Jamie gave her one last smile and left her there, walking down the hallway. She glared at his back. Biting back the urge to make a rude gesture at him, she grabbed the door knob and entered the classroom. When she saw all of the students look up at her, she flushed. The teacher, however, smiled.
“You must be the new student,” she said. “Class, please welcome your new classmate. Introduce yourself to the class, dear.”
Aimee shut the door behind her and swallowed before she forced a smile. “I’m Aimee Jones and I’m from Minneapolis originally.” Ms. Pensington, as the schedule said, smiled once more and clapped, encouraging the students to do so, which they did, reluctantly.
“Take a seat, Aimee, and look over Martha’s book until I can get you one.” As soon as Aimee sat down, Ms. Pensington started off with discussing Greek mythology. The girl seated next to Aimee, Martha, scooted the textbook so it was on both of their desks.
“Thanks,” Aimee whispered.
Martha sent her a small smile but didn’t say anything, as she was too engrossed in the lecture. The new student then tuned in to what the teacher was saying, glancing down at the book whenever necessary.
“Wait up!”
Aimee and Martha turned around and Aimee tried to hide a groan. Jamie was pushing his way through the crowd toward them.
“You know Jamie?” Martha asked, looking surprised.
“Unfortunately.”
Her new friend giggled. “I don’t blame you for disliking him. He’s a real jerk, no matter if he is the football captain and soon-to-be Homecoming King.”
This time, Aimee did not hold back her groan. “I ran into him this morning and I can’t seem to shake him.”
Before Martha could say a word, Jamie caught up to them, his dashing smile in place. “Aimee! Nearly lost you there.” He ran a hand through his messy rich brown hair. “Who’s the doll?”
Martha rolled her dark blue eyes. “Cut the crap, Jamie. I’m not falling for it, like the other freshmen girls.
He gave a lopsided grin. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He snaked an arm around Aimee’s waist. “I hope you don’t mind if I borrow this beautiful gem from you.”
Aimee’s friend glared at him and tugged on her arm. “I do mind, since it is obvious that she doesn’t want to go with you.”
Jamie’s brown eyes bore down into Aimee’s greenish hazel eyes. “Is it true, love? You don’t wish to be with me?”
Before Aimee could summon her courage, or lack thereof, to say anything, a voice spoke through the rapidly diminishing crowd. “Leave her alone, Bryce. Everyone here knows that you prey on the freshmen ladies like bees feed on honey.”
The senior scowled in the direction of the voice. “No one asked for you to be the lady’s knight in shining armor, Andrew.”
An equally gorgeous boy stepped into view, his golden hair deliciously mused and nearly brushed his broad shoulders. His dark gray eyes, like storm clouds, were narrowed.
“I believe I asked you to let her go,” Andrew said softly. “Don’t make me force you to do so.”
“You like to think yourself as the selfless hero, don’t you?” Jamie snarled, shoving Aimee in Andrew’s direction. He gave one last look at Aimee before storming off in the other way.
“Sorry about him,” Andrew responded, loosening his grip on the younger girl. “He always goes after the freshmen girls, hoping to get some action if you know what I mean.”
“He’s a Monday shopper, Tuesday dropper,” Martha added.
“A what?” Aimee asked, blinking.
“Meaning that he gets a girl and drops her the next day,” Andrew explained. He looked down at his watch. “What class do you ladies have next?”
“Science,” Martha said with a scowl.
Aimee glanced at her schedule. “Phy. Ed,” she replied.
“My next class is near the gym,” the older boy said, smiling gently. “I’ll take you there.”
Aimee waved to Martha and followed Andrew as they left the English/Social Sciences wing of the school.
“You must have just moved here,” Andrew said after a few moments of silence.
“I did,” she replied, shoving her hands in her pockets.
“Where are you from?”
“Minneapolis.”
He blinked. “How does a city girl like you end up in a small remote town in northern Minnesota?”
She turned away, willing the tears that were welling in her eyes away. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbled, hating the fact that her voice betrayed her emotions.
Andrew immediately looked upset and concerned. “I’m sorry for bringing up a painful topic.”
Aimee whirled around, her greenish hazel eyes flashing. “You didn’t know so don’t beat yourself up about it.”
He still didn’t look reassured, so she dropped it and immediately dove into another topic.
The rest of the day went extremely well, since Jamie didn’t come back to harass Aimee. Martha and Andrew became closer friends with her by the end of the day. All in all, Aimee felt that she would like it in this small town.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jul 9, 2008 19:01:57 GMT -6
Chapter Five: Tyler Mitchellson
“Happy birthday, son!”
Tyler Mitchellson groaned and rolled over to get away from the noise his father was making. “Few more minutes…” he mumbled.
“Sorry, kiddo. Your mother and I have let you sleep in a little later than usual, but you still have to go to school.”
“That should be against the law,” he said to his father, rolling back over to blink sleepily at the older man. “Going to school on your birthday.”
“And we wish we could take a day off just for our birthdays, too, Ty,” Tyler’s father, Rafael, responded candidly, “but you don’t see us complaining.”
“Sure, Dad,” Tyler said sarcastically. “Whatever you say.” The now sixteen-year-old ducked away from the pillow his father sent his way.
“Get out of bed, kid,” Rafael said, getting up and walking toward the door. “And don’t forget that the family is coming over for dinner tonight!”
“How can I forget?” Tyler mumbled to himself as he pushed the covers aside and he stumbled toward his bathroom to get ready.
Tyler waved goodbye to his parents as they dropped him off and he nearly got run over as his girlfriend, Trisha Sterling, greeted him enthusiastically.
“Happy birthday, Tyler!” she squealed and she kissed him. He smiled through the kiss and let it linger before releasing her. Trisha was truly a beautiful girl with thick red hair, light blue eyes, and creamy white skin.
“Thank you,” he said huskily, making her giggle.
“You forgot about me, buddy,” a deep voice called from behind Trisha.
Tyler whirled his girlfriend around so he could see his grinning friend, his white teeth standing out against the darkness of his skin. “Sorry. I couldn’t see you from behind Tisha.”
Philip Callahan rolled his eyes playfully, his grin still in place. “I know how it is, Ty. Chicks come before…”
“Philip!” Trisha exclaimed, turning an attractive shade of red.
“Yes, Tish?”
“Go clean your mouth out before I do.”
He snapped to attention. “Yes, ma’am!” He saluted the couple and left.
“What a ham,” Tyler replied, rolling his eyes.
“Hams are delicious,” Trisha said playfully, running a hand over his t-shirt.
“That they are,” he said, looking into her eyes, “but there are much more delicious foods out there; much better for your health.”
She grinned wickedly. “Would you care to show me, Mister Mitchellson?”
Just as they leaned forward to kiss again, they could hear Philip hollering for them to hurry up.
“We’ll finish this lesson later,” Tyler replied. He kissed her and dashed toward his friend.
“World War Two was one of the worst wars Earth has seen. If it weren’t for a simple turn of the tables, the war would have ended a lot differently.”
Tyler felt his eyes droop shut. Mr. Meinhart could bore anyone to death with his long lectures and hypnotic voice. Besides, it was his sixteenth birthday. He could do whatever the hell he wanted, including sleeping in class. So he laid his head down and he drifted off, thinking about Trisha.
“…out NOW!”
Tyler jerked toward the voice just as a loud explosion rocked the ground beneath him.
“TYLER, LOOK OUT!”
He leapt to the side and was glad he did, for a piece of the ceiling collapsed and would have crushed him. His heart pounded wildly in his throat.
“God, are you alright, man?” one of the red-haired twins replied. He looked paler than Tyler was.
“Fine,” he gasped, still riding on an adrenaline rush.
A beautiful woman with vulpine ears and tail crouched down next to him, smiling. “Thank heavens for that,” she said. “It wouldn’t do to have our saviors die on us when we need them the most.”
“Hey, Ty, wake up, man.”
Tyler snapped awake, nearly smacking heads with Philip. “Wha?”
His friend smirked. “You fell asleep during class. Be glad that I offered to wake you up instead of Meinhart. He looked ready to skin you alive.”
“Thanks for waking me, then.” He yawned and stretched. “What’s next?”
Philip snorted. “You know your schedule, man, not me.” He adjusted his backpack. “And I know for a fact that you aren’t in my Phy. Ed class next.”
It was when his friend was gone that Tyler remembered what class he had next. He groaned and left the classroom as fast as he could.
“You’re late, Mitchellson.”
“I know,” he muttered as he made it to his seat.
The geometry teacher looked him in the eyes. “Just because it is your birthday today, it doesn’t mean you can be late to all of your classes, either.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Tyler said.
She glared at him. “Anyway, before Mitchellson interrupted, can anyone tell me the formula for the area of a triangle?”
One of the girls raised her hand.
“Yes, Miss Snell?”
“Length times height and divide the answer by two,” Tiffany Snell answered proudly.
Ms. Nightingale smiled. “Very good. Can someone else tell me how to find the area of a circle?”
Tyler spaced out again. What was the use of knowing the area of any kind of shape, he thought to himself. It’s pointless.
“Mitchellson, put your head up before I assign you to detention.” I don’t care, he thought. Place me in detention. Anything is better than here. Even as he thought this, Tyler propped his head up on his hand and pretended to pay attention.
“Today, we will be focusing on learning the area of a trapezoid. It is much easier than it looks, but take careful notes.”
Tyler reached for his notebook slowly, holding back a yawn. He absolutely hated math.
He managed to catch a ride back home with Philip. Trisha said that she would be there after she dropped her backpack, but Tyler had a sneaky suspicion that she was going to dress up for him. He fought back a smile at the thought of seeing his girlfriend looking nice for him.
Once he entered his house, he was instantly pulled into a crushing embrace. By the large quantity of thick dark hair, Tyler knew it was his mother’s sister, Betty Carson.
“Happy birthday, Tyler!” Betty whispered into his ear. She stepped away to look him over. “I can’t believe how fast you are growing, both physically and in age! You are almost the same height as Kyle.”
“Not yet,” said Kyle, who was standing by his father, Michael, and his twin sister, Kylie.
“But he’s close,” Kylie replied, winking at her cousin. “I reckon that Ty might be taller than you, Kyle, by the time he’s finished growing.”
“After all, he seems to take after his father,” Michael added, grinning.
“Whatever,” Kyle said. He winked at Tyler to let him know that there were no hard feelings between them.
Tyler’s mother, Samantha, entered the room, smiling. “We have to wait for Rafael’s brothers before we can start, so please take a seat in the living room.”
“Where’s Roger?” Betty asked.
“His family is out on vacation in Florida. I don’t think he wants to associate with us anymore, Bet.”
“That’s a shame.”
“At least Alisha sends us pictures of the kids.”
Michael rolled his eyes playfully at the women. “Let’s leave them at it, kids, and head into the living room.”
Kyle turned to Tyler. “You still have the Playstation hooked up?”
“Of course he does,” Philip replied after being quiet for so long. “We play all the time.”
“Whoever wins plays the odd person out,” Tyler suggested, a twinkle in his eye.
“You’re on,” Philip said. “I’m the odd person.”
“Coward,” Kyle said, smirking.
Rafael, who had descended down the stairs earlier, and Michael proceeded to find a place to sit as the boys started the Playstation up. Kylie joined her mother and aunt in the kitchen but she had a smile on her face. Boys, she thought fondly.
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Jul 13, 2008 4:48:12 GMT -6
Very awesome story, Christina. Can't wait to read more. ^^
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jul 14, 2008 18:08:30 GMT -6
thankies, luv
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Jul 23, 2008 18:05:45 GMT -6
Welcome. ^^
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