Post by torr on Feb 19, 2008 18:53:09 GMT -5
Here, I've been working on this forever; And I will be updating it almost daily, as I write, so keep up! <33 I've updated it!
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Breaking Magic
It was a witchy house; the low slung roof; the quiet gray paint; those squinting, shuttered windows; and the empty porch rocking chair that rocked day and night. I knew that Stephen Leffler lived there, along with his crazy old grandmother who never left thier home during the day. Stephen had always been... wierd. Muttering rhymes during class, at staying at a distance from anything that had two arms and two legs. The first time I ever spoke to stephen, I introduced myself, "Hey, I'm magic." I think though I was joking about my name, because he drew a hex sign on my arm, and I couldn't move my fingers for three hours. After that, I got scared of imh. I knew about witches and worlocks and things like that, and I knew they were real.. but I had never encountered one before. I often watched Stephen closely, noticing his deep blue eyes, and hi stark raven black hair. He as.. strange. A freak.2 Years Later. . .
We were finally in highschool, ninth grade, and ready for action. I had been through an awesome summer with Leslie, whom I had met a summer camp which my mother hd forced me to go to. Reluctantly, I hd attended the God for saken place, and found Leslie Barkere, who was just as wary as I. We became fast friends, and I found out she lived 2 blocks from me, going to Cansino Junior High, while I went to Westwood Junior High.She had recently moved to Cansino County, with her mother and father, who had both gotten job offers.
Walking into the large foyer, I gasped. It was beautiful, better than middle school could have ever been. Low chamdeliers were actually hanging from the cielings, thier crystals glimmering in the morning sun. Red carpet lined most of the floors, where the tile didn't dominate space. White walls stared back at us with gold rimmed frames of teachers, award winning students and clubs hanging perfectly upon them. I could feel my eyes widening subtly as I continued to stare at the sheer beauty of it. No way would I miss the crappy halls of junior high. Shaking my head in amazement, I let Leslie guide me through the long corridoor to our first period. Sitting down in a chair, with a desk in front of me, I crossed my hands across my desk and waited,
The teacher, Mr.Lafeere, was tall and handsome, with a rugged jaw, a deep booming voice, and dark curly hair, with emerald eyes beneath them. He was 23 he had told us with a smile. LEslie was staring at him with a dreamy look across her face, probably planning thier wedding. Rolling my eyes, i grabbed a pen, and a post-it note, and wrote down;
What's for second period?
She replied;
Ehh... Math, with Mr. Parker, or other.
Math? Ugh.They actually put that as a subject?!
Haha. Very funny. Your lucky we have all of the same classes including lunch together, Smarty.
Heck, yeah! ♥
I missed by an inch of Leslie, when Mr.Lefeere coughed at us. I blushed deeply as he stared at the note. Leslie grabbed, and stuffed it in her blue jeans pocket, while I sunk into my seat, lower.. til I was almost on the floor. Ohh.. fabulous, Magic. Wonderful first day of the term.
Hearing a low snicker behind me, I spun and looked into the eyes of Stephen Leffler. He was smiling hugely, apparently, at the fact that I was looking at him, after 2 years of silence, and cold stares. Sneering at him, just for fun, I spun back around in my chair, and tried to listen as Mr. Lafeere droned on about something to the effect of the school rules. I stifled a yawn, and could see Leslie aimlessly doodling on the Rule sheet, about to fall asleep. Poking her with my pen,I sat back in my chiar and waited, with Stephen still laughing in my ear.8th Period
The last period of the day, Leslie and I had to split. It turned out, that insted of Algebra III, like me, she had Home Economics. Sighing, I held my tote bag sullenly on my arm as I sprinted upstairs, Leslie already at her own class. I was honestly not in the mood for another hour of class time, but I managed to drag mnyself into Mrs. Chapman's room, and sitting down, stare at the yellow walls. I vaguely felt someting in the pit of my stomach.. a prescence, perhaps, and looked around. Stephen LEffler was walking through the door, his lips moving in which looked like some wierd.. chantment, and his eyes cast on me.
My breath caught, and I immediatly looked away, trying to ignore my stuttering heart. He scared me.. terribly, but why this reaction?
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