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Chapter Six

All hell broke lose 13 minutes into class. Here we were listening to Mrs. Walker explaining about our fundraising, when the sky immediately turned a nasty strange blood red. Well what's a girl to do? Scream? Yep, pretty much. But you see, I don't lose my cool like that, I just gasp dramatically and stare at everybody else.
In the next second, high winds started to build, waving the huge oak trees outside dangerously, as if they would snap any millisecond now.
"Oh my god! Its crazy out there!" Chelsea Hill, dumbest airhead in the world, screamed. Biggest. Understatement. Of. The. Year.
"All students and staff members please remain calm. Find the closest durable table, desk, or any object, and duck underneath it. Severe weather has taken place at Virginia Beach. Please remain calm." The Principal's voice shouted over the noise on the speaker.
Do they really expect us to be calm in a crises like this? Adults, gosh! They think they no everything! My gut (when will this stop?) gave a pounce, thumping harder than ever. As if acting like a compass, my gut guided me as I flew out of the classroom, ignoring Mrs. Walker's and the other students' shrieks. Racing down the familiar hallways, I felt adrenaline rushing through me. Chagrin and misunderstanding reached my head uncomfortably. What was wrong with me? What was wrong outside? Why did I feel as if everything was my fault? These endless question kept pestering my head as I reached the giant hall doors of the school, where my crew was standing there; worry and confusion smacked onto their faces.
"What's going on?" I shouted in panic.
"To the meadow! Now! Trust me!" Leila screamed and bolted through the doors, leading the way. Without hesitation, the crew and I sprinted our way to the meadow; ignoring thorns and roots tugging at us, making us trip, and ran after Leila. As dangerous as our trail was

Chapter Five "Let the enchantment come forth once more, and spread chaos around for revenge"

Just when I thought my life could not get anymore complicated, Kyle Langsworth comes and saves the day. By that I mean he just made it one hundred times worst. New record, whoop dee doo. As if having my best friend unexpectedly have a giant ego and having a rage against me, still having to help with the eighth grade fundraising, knowing there is something greatly mysterious in Mrs. Walker's Desk- A drawer inside a desk, what?!-, and now having Kyle Langsworth going to school with me. This is the man who almost ruined my life here! Hello?
As I walked into my first class- interrupting Mr. Cable's speech- , science, there sat Kyle Langsworth, at my table. Kyla Winton, -who usually sits by me- my science partner, nowhere in sight. Guessing that my mouth was wide opened and staring at Kyle, (surprise?) Mr. Cable said,
"Mrs. Rosaletti. You're late."
I jumped in startlement. I tore my eyes off Kyle, reluctantly,- oh my gosh, could he be any cuter? He had a green t-shirt on that had my favorite band's logo, Three Days Grace, and jeans that looked ripped. His dark hair was tousled and his eyes, which I hadn't noticed before but were green, glowed at me- and keeping my eyes down, I went to my seat, ignoring the fact Kyle was staring right at me. I immediately raised my hand.
"Mr. Cable? Where is Kyla?" I asked.
"Mrs. Winton is absent today. You nosey kids, where else would she be? On the moon?"
Kyle stiffened beside me. I took a chance to glance at him but he looked no different; still staring at me with concern. Was it just the light playing a trick on me? Was I being all paranoid with the whole Kyle-ruined-my-life- situation? I hastily looked away, scooting my chair as far away from him as I could.
He ruined my life, he ruined my life.
I kept telling myself. Looking out the window, wishing to be anywhere but here in this claustrophobic room, I was aware that the moon was still there. Well not really there, I know that you could still see the moon sometimes in the morning and in the afternoon, having straight A's in science and all my other classes (I'm not a nerd! I just do my work! Suddenly your an overachiever if you are a good student). But the moon was just. . . there. It didn't look twice its size anymore- though i am positive that I imagined that- it had an eerie edge to it that made it glow like a thousand crystals had been drilled into its surface. I concentrated on the glamor of the moon for who knows how long. I stared at it as if my eyes could force it into reality.
"Edward Cullen much?" He muttered playfully.
I jumped. Although he had barely whispered, I felt as if he was bellowing at me. I winced away from him as subtle as I could. He didn't fall for it.
"Look, Val, I need to speak-" He started but Mr. Cable interrupted.
"Langsworth! You have to trade force for-"
"Distance."
"Very good. Class, you can learn from this new student of ours, coming from Verona Italy himself. Oh how I do love me some Italians." Mr. Cable muttered, the second part more to himself than to the class. There were of course a bunch of giggles and cough-like laughs, but Kyle didn't seemed budged. Verona Italy? That's where he has been all these years? I looked at him, but he was listening to Mr. Cable drone on and on about simple machines. Honestly things were getting very bizarre, but the feeling in my gut was telling me to hold on tight, for I was sure a wicked thrill ride was on its way.

At the end of class, Kyle gave a glance my way, tilted his head, and walked stridefully out the door. That glance meant everything. From the time when we were friends, a long almost forgotten time. The glance meant, 'Hey check out Dean Parker and Trixie Rhodes, they look like they are about to kiss!' Or, 'Teacher on the way. Act like a kid!' Although that was what the glance usually meant, I was pretty sure Kyle didn't have new gossip or was giving me the heads up that Mr. Cable was going to give me detention. Because first, we don't have detention in our school, and second, WE ARE NOT FRIENDS!
I walked out of the class for the ten minute break -half frozen from the few minutes of huge drama that happened in science- and went to find my friends at the rock. My friends and I always met up at the rock, which is actually an enormous overgrown tree which over time had grown adjacent to a huge stone, making an enclosed space that could hold up to ten teenagers. The walk from the school to the rock wasn't far, but it was a dangerous path and the hideout was pretty well hidden. I took the usual nature-made path to the rock. Dozens of other trails were linked to the main one, but if you kept on the trail farthest to the left, and turned on a trail on the right -which was practically invisible-, then jump over a log, and made your way pass dozens of thorn bushes, you could see a clearing come up from the ledge in which you were standing from. The view from the ledge is amazing, you could see the school and contemplate the mysterious ancientness of it, be dazed by the extraordinary blue of the day sky, look over the highest trees- you could also climb them if you wanted too, if you would like to fall from forty feet from the sky-, but the best part was the view of the meadow that stretched like a plain, but always seemed tiny in a vulnerable way.
It was a wide meadow filled with luscious fruit trees and all kinda of flowers; blossoming even in the fall air. The grass were each like small threads of green needles, carefully placed in their holes as if they were ready to shoot out of there on command. Even the air had a fruity lavender like sense to it. If you looked hard enough, you could tell the meadow was in the shape of a star, the edges faded away by erosion and other natural causes. A stone was placed in each point of the triangle, a flat rusted like marble. By all means it was the best place to come and contemplate life, and be happy in the position you are in. It was totally man made no doubt, but only a few of us knew about the meadow. The crew that is. The meadow was usually occupied with birds singing their heart open, and mammals collecting food for their winter hibernation. But today there wasn't a single insect, bug, animal, or bird in sight. How strange.
I made my way down the life threatening ledge and climbed down into the meadow. Hesitating for only half a second, and marched my way to the rock where I could already hear laughter and cries.
"And then, Jack, of course,"
"Him being the complete imbecile he is,"
"Decides to be all Michael Jordan and shoot his homework crushed ball into the trash,"
"Completely missing by a mile and hitting Mr. Wilson smack on his back!"
"And you know how terrible that back of his is! His face got so red I swear,"
"Oh hey Val, What's cracking?"
I reached the rock and coll aped down into my spot in the enclosed space. I looked around, Mitchie, Scarlett, Gracie, and Leila, were all here. Thank god in one piece.
"We seriously need to build a new path or something, because seriously anyone of us could die any day." I complained, panting a little.
"Oh come on Val. Woman up, its good for you, you need more meat on that athletic body of yours anyways." Scarlett teased,
I scowled. I'm not one to be modest, in fact I hate modest people, but I didn't exactly have a Dara Torres body, but I was more athletic than my other friends. Not that it matter.
"Speaking of athletic body, in which speaking of muscle, I am pretty sure one of us took advantage of our body building strength." Mitchie said eyeing me specifically. I raised my hand up in a surrender way,
"Hey somebody had to teach that fool something about how sexually assaulting girls is illegal."
All my friends looked aghast, their eyes turned into moons. They all shouted at me at the same time.
"You mean its true?" Mitchie asked dumbfounded.
"Dean! This is Dean, Val!" Gracie said.
"Oh, dang. You're in a sticky situation." Leila said.
"Oh my gosh, he's such a cutie though!" Scarlett said.
I backed away, they were all coming onto me as if they would strangle the truth out of me.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on. How did you all know?" I asked confused.
"Well we assumed when he stalked away from you, and his face looked a little red. And then you stalked after him, and you looked like you were in tears." Leila answered.
"And we have been on our guard! But from what?!" Gracie said.
I put my hands up again to quiet them down. Silence.
"First of all, Kyle Langsworth is going to school with us."
They all started to shriek something, but I put my hands up.
"Wait, okay I might just be imagining, but I swear, have you guys seen the moon lately? It isn't normal. And... well I'm pretty sure Kyle has something to do with it."
They all looked at me curiously, and surprised.
"She's right, none of us can deny that the moon looks alien like, and why is it out?" Leila said.
"I don't know, I mean I noticed it, and well yeah, it did kind of have an effect on me I think." Gracie said.
"What effect?" We all said in synchronous.
"My heart." She whispered laying a hand on her heart.
"My mind." Leila said touching her head.
"My inner self." Scarlett muttered.
"My physical self." Mitchie said.
I looked at each of my friends carefully. Much carefully than I had ever in my entire life. What did this mean? We all felt something today, did that mean everybody else did to?
"What about you Val?" Leila whispered.
I had a flashback from today and yesterday, and all those weird feelings in my. . .
"Gut?" I said confusingly.
The crew all barked out laughing uncontrollably. Before I could say anything else, the bell rang for our second class.
"Shoot." Scarlett said, standing up and wiping the dirt off her bottom.
"Tell me about it." Mitchie agreed, getting up as well.
"Remember you guys, be on your guard." I said hastily, feeling the pressure of my gut telling me something was up. "I have a strange feeling. . ."
The crew all gave me a quick nodd in agreement. They felt it to.
We all got up quickly and hurried out of the rock, running past the meadow and up the ledge without a second glance.
Little did we know that a small boy was sitting in the central part of the meadow, raising his arms out as if to bring hold an enchantment. The tiny grin on his face made the petunias closest to him ripple and turn old. All of a sudden the flowers exploded, leaving nothing but ashes.
The sky darkened by a fracton, and an uncanny red gleam filled the air. The small boy shivered, but continued to speak a complicated dark prayer which made his lips blur and vibrate. His arms shook, the star shaped meadow expanded to twice its size. High winds developed in the reddish glimmer of the air, shaking him violently, but his his feet stayed put, swaying him back and forth.
"------------------------" The boy muttered in an incoherent language. All of a sudden the sky above turned a sudden pitch black, a cloud of red matter evolved in between his arms. It seemed as if the matter would grow heavy on his arms, but he raised them still like a statue. The red substance amplified quickly, growing doom like and calamity.
"Expose the darkness within and let it wrath the emotions from the imprisonment once before!"
The cloud of doom accelerated from his arms, toppling him onto his back. It raced into the dark sky, leaving a trace of death in its path. The boy waited patiently on the ground. The star-like meadow all of a sudden blazed a gold like pigment, lasers of light filled the boundary of the star. He was trapped. He heard the screams and cries. The boy smiled.
"Its time."

Chapter Four

As I went to school the next day with the crew, we had already prepared ourselves for the ruckus to begin. We thought best not to let anybody in about the whole OMG- VAL-TOTALLY- PASSED- OUT- AND-KYLE- IS- BACK- NOT- TO- MENTION- A- SECRET- DRAWER- IN- MRS. WALKER’S DESK. I mean, why worry the entire society of gossip when dating and drugs are the so “it” factor in today’s discussions? But instead, when we all got out of Gracie’s mom’s Range Rover getting ready to tell people to mind their own business, Dean arrived at my side. I have no idea how he could possibly get to me so fast, and I couldn’t shrug away the strike of pleasantness that filled me. He looked totally cute. So cute. You could tell he had taken a shower this morning, and didn’t care at all what he wore. Blue T- that totally made his eyes even more blazing-, white khaki shorts, and flip flops. Men. God, how could they dress so fast and look so good? Unfair, unfair, unfair.
“Um…” Dean mumbled. “Can I have a word?”
Can you have a word? Well heck yes you may have a word with me! But who says that anymore? And yet it sounded totally mature and hot of him. Not to mention deadly and serious.
Uh oh.
“Yeah, sure.” I replied uneasy.
He didn’t even wait for an answer, he just walked off in the opposite direction from where the rest of the crew stood with a –what the heck, do you want us to come with you or do we stand here like idiots- look. I gave a weak smile and ran toward Dean, still walking. He had long strides and was walking quickly to who knows where and I basically had to run to keep up. What was up with him? Had somebody taken him last night and was this a clone? No, I’m so over exaggerating. Am I? Before we turned the corner of the school, I heard Mitchie say,
“Huh, nobody is trampling us for answers.”
I didn’t have time to think what that could have meant, whether everybody knew what had happened and didn’t want to say anything (which is totally irrational, I mean its middle school!), or they didn’t know. But no matter, once we turned the corner, Dean pinned me to the ancient wooden school wall, his hands on my shoulders shaking me madly.
“Who the hell is this Kyle Langsworth guy?” he asked; his breath in pants. His usual beautiful blue eyes were blazing cold. They looked cold and evil. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them, like if I did I would get swooped into the deep dark coldness and drown. . .
“What the hell Dean!” I exclaimed confusingly, after I got control of myself and tore my eyes off of his. I hated being touched, pushed, shook, poked, etc. It just made me so irritated and mad! Dean knew this. And Dean had never been the violent guy. His parents taught him to be a gentleman, never a cad.
Now a normal girl would have screamed her head off for help, but because I’m not normal, and I am not a disgrace toward females for being weaker and wimpier than guys, I just slapped him in the face. That’s right. I slapped Dean Parker, most popular and probably the hottest guy in the school. Not to mention he’s my best friend. Because he is. But I wasn’t thinking about that now. I was thinking how to get this creep off me. And why did he want to know who Kyle Langsworth is? He sure as heck knew! Jealous was he? Well, we will just see about that. (Although secretly I felt adored)
Dean fell backward, he looked stunned. I could see the red imprint I had left on his face. That must have hurt. But so what, I slapped him, I sure wasn’t going to back down. I felt rage going through me at top speed. As a side thought, now I knew why I didn’t get asked out a lot. I was dangerous. I smiled secretly inside my head at that, but now I was mad, and I’m sure my supposedly pretty little face looked deranged. But in a cute way.
“Don’t ever touch me like that!” I screamed at him, stamping my feet. And yeah, stamping my feet, I know. But hey, I’m a girl, not a sexist.
Dean just looked at me, bewildered and dumbstruck at what I had just done. So apparently I’m violent, and everybody knows this, yet they are surprised when I start ripping peoples’ heads off. And yet people still expect me to act like nice little innocent Val. Wow, I wonder if I’m secretly bipolar.
“Dean what is up with you?” I yelled, furious. For some reason I never blush, or get red when I’m mad. This is both good and bad. Good being because people wouldn’t know I was embarrassed, bad being because people can’t take me seriously if I’m vicious.
Dean finally snapped out of his total disbelief faze. I got madder.
“Me? What is up with you?” Punching kids in the face?!” Dean said his eyes still cold and furious.
“Well,” I said hotly, “if you could just explain your sudden assault to me, I would more than happy be off my way to go bully other kids!”
Dean looked at me. Understanding developed in his eyes. No seriously, his eyes were cold, dark, furious, and now they changed into a light, embarrassed, and worrisome pretty blue. What was up with that?
“Um. . .” Dean said, standing up from him awkward collapse. I raised my eyebrow at him and crossed my arms, hoping to have that cool -I’m-better-than-you look- going on. And yes, I can totally raise one eyebrow.
“Okay, Listen. This. . . Langsworth kid doesn’t seem. . .” He struggled for a word to say while pulling back his blond soft hair. He looked so cute. Even if he was sexually assaulting me five seconds ago. I waited patiently. “Sane.” He muttered finally, embarrassed.
My eyes widened in confusion.
“Sane?” I said.
“Yeah, listen, I know it sounds odd, but you just have to trust me.” Dean said, his eyes looking into mine, as if only our unbreakable glaze would let me see understanding. But it didn’t.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do about the whole me passing out- Kyle coming back- and the secret drawer thing does it?” I teased.
He looked at me with a thoughtfully and exasperated face.
“Yes.”
And with that he walked off. Just like that. And Dean is not the one to leave some one hanging, with their jaw opened in complete and utter confusion. It’s was if someone put an imperious curse on him. He wasn’t acting like himself. (What an understatement) First he sexually assaults me, and then he leaves me hanging. Foreshadowing, I tried to keep out the thought that if he didn’t change that mood of his somebody was going to get hurt.
I watched as he retraced our steps back and forced himself through the crowd of kids- shaking off any flirtatious grins from the girls and ‘Hey what’s up D-Dog!?’ from the guys- and went to class. No sooner after Dean went in; my friends came behind the corner with bizarre looks on their faces. They all opened their mouths to question me, but I shook my head at them.
“Later you guys. But be on your guard, I have a funny feeling about something.”
My friends looked at me in confusion, but were silenced from any pestering for the school bell rang.
As I walked to class, I had a feeling in my gut again. A warning. Well, great. Just what I need, for my gut to start worrying me in a time of dramatic crises with my friends. And possibly Kyle Langsworth.

3

"So tell me again, how did this happened?" Leila asked, her blond short curls bounced.
"Yeah, why did you decide to be a party pooper?" Gracie implied.
"And make us do a whole shit full of work?" Mitchie demanded, her hazel eyes looking gold temporary shot at me jokingly.
"Hey, at least we got to work with that fiiine boy Parker." I said.
"I thought that kyle boy was a yummy piece of art." Scarlett interrupted twirling a piece of her strawberry blond long straightened hair.
We all burst out laughing at Scarlett's comment. We were all over Gracie's giant mansion by the beach, and had all just worked our butt of cleaning up Mrs. Walker's class room for two hours, but nobody seemed to mind so much, until now.
"But like seriously, how the hell did this happened?" Leila asked again.
"Yeah, all you told us was that you needed our help, and if you didn't get it done Cable was going to kill you." Gracie said.
I sighed and drew in a breath. I knew it was going to be sooner or later when they would ask the questions. My friends were smart. Very smart. I sooo knew how to pick my friends. Gracie Collins is a short cute little girl with red soft hair- not the ugly copper kind, but a very natural reddish brown kind that is like the leaves in the fall- and protruding green eyes. She is the nicest and most caring of all my bestfriends, and has a kind of overwhelming hapiness sense about her. Leila Everhart is tall, tan, has short blond curls, and baby blue eyes. She is fun to be around with but knows when to get business done.
Scarlett- or as she likes us to call her, Scar- Darnell is very pretty. She has strawberry blond long straightened hair that she grew the past year down to her back, and has cute brown eyes. Scarlett is the party girl in our group, she likes to keep people laughing and happy. She is also very weird, but in a good way ando has a pretty dirty mouth.
Mitchie Provitz has natural pitched black hair but with red highlights. Her hazel eyes change color now time to confide with them about what exactly happened. I couldn't exactly tell them what happened with Kyle there.
"So Dean and I were working on the name tags for the fundraiser right?" I asked.
Everybody nodded, Scarlett licked her lips.
"Well I went to Walker's desk and I found a drawer on the inside of her desk."
Everybody looked at me questioningly, so I continued.
"It looked as if a piece of fabric was in there, Dean and I discussed what it could have been. But then all of a sudden there was this big boom and we looked outside. The moon looked like twice it's size, then Dean and I felt this like sudden rush of something and we were smashed into the wall, and then this light came from no where and was glowing everything in the room, and I heard someone scream, and then I past out."
Everybody was quiet.
"Well," Mitchie started.
"We believe you Val," Gracie interrupted.
"But are you sure that is what happened? Like you didn't just fall asleep?" Leila asked anxiously. "That's not something you would dream about Leila," Gracie answered.
"Wait, where does Kyle come into the story?" Scarlett asked with a smile.
"Hmm, good point Scar." Mitchie commented.
"When I woke up Kyle and Cable was there. Dean had woke up. Kyle and I had started arguing, Cable gave one of his infamous rants, then left. And then I called you guys up."
"Ugh. Cable needs to go die in a hole." Mitchie muttered.
"Tell me about it." Gracie said.
"Ditto." Scarlett inputted.
"Yeah, I agree, but Val, who is this hottay Kyle dude anyways?" Leila asked.
"He looked strangely familiar." Gracie said.
"Very strangely hottiely familiar." Scarlett commented.
Uh oh. Great, now it was time to confess.
"Langsworth." I barely audible whispered.
There was complete silence. Every ones' eyes were on me with complete shock on their faces.
"Holy shit." Mitchie finally gasped after what felt like eternity.
"Nuh uh." Scarlett said looking shocked.
"Impossible." Leila squeaked.
"Kuh- Kuh- Kyle. Kyle. Kyle Langsworth?!" Gracie cried as she shook her head and her red wavy hair was flying everywhere.
I nodded sadly. Now that I really like really thought about it, I felt on the edge of bawling my eyes out. He really was back. The man that would have ruined my entire life, if it wasn't for these four friends here.
"You poor baby!" Gracie wailed flinging her arms around me.
"How dare he!" Leila's voice was filled with complete hatred.
"Aw hell!" screamed Mitchie.
"Damn!" Scarlett shouted. "I thought we got rid of that shitty-ass-face!"
I shook my head miserably and sniffed.
"It's okay, it will be alright." Gracie said in a comforting tone while pushing back her hair from my face.
"Yeah, we are gonna kick his-" Mitchie started.
"And make him never forget that he f- Scarlett interrupted.
"Whoa! wait, wait wait!" Leila exclaimed cutting both Mitchie and Scarlett off, who both gave her glares.

2

My jaw dropped out of shock. I gaped at him. Oh my god. A flurry of emotions went through me, love, passion, hate, anger, betrayal, crushed . . . but most of them were wrong emotions.
"Nice to know that you remember me," he teased.
"K-K-KBLIYEL!" I cried at him. My voice sounded rough and stale, but I didn't feel the need for water anymore. Why the hell was he back? And the first thing he says is, "Nice to know you remember me." What does that mean? How could he speak in front of me after all these years? What he did will never be forgotten, so why now does he show his face?
I difficultly brushed away my emotions temporary, and braced myself to look like that I meant business.
"You've got some nerve to come back here," I said a loathsome voice. By now I had crawled out of Dean's arms. Reluctantly, he moved them to my shoulders, and stared at me with a concerned look on his face.
"Do I?" he replied innocently.
"Aw hell-
But I never got to fire back at him, because I got interrupted when an irritated roughed voice roared,
"DO YOU KIDS HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO THAN BICKERING?!"
Dean and I both jumped at the uproar, while Kyle barely blinked. His sane patient calm look just made me more furious at him.
"Our fault Mr. Cable," Kyle said. I did catch that he said our fault, like it was my fault he was back and I couldn't stop myself from biting his head off! Gosh! Kyle . . .
"Well, if you are alright Mrs. Rosaletti I will be on my way. It's 7:15 in the afternoon, I don't understand what you kids are doing at the school at this time. Kids these days can't be trusted." Mr. Cable glared at us. He continued his rant, but I had totally blanked out and the emotions and memories flooded back of Kyle Langsworth. What did I do to deserve this? Kyle had no right to be here, in fact no right to be anywhere. He should be taken to a rehabilitation of teens who have problems of living their life. I never, will not, not in my life time forgive him. I was shaking of rage, (Mr. Cable seemed to think his annoying typical rant had influenced me, and unfortunately continued in a more pompous attitude) I could feel my eyes getting wet.
No! I will not allow his reappearance destroy me. If he wants to make my life even more miserable than when he had already done, then he was in for a real treat. My parents came from a long chain of tough, brave, courageous, and most of all indomitable ancestors. He was going to have to make a grand effort if he wanted to take me down.
"-this mess! Now! And tommarow I better see it as perfect as it was before you ruddy kids had a chance to ruin it!
And with that, Mr. Cable stalked off. Typical Mr. Cable. He taught the 8th grade history class. (What a burden) He's a no-life failure at living, without a wife, age 47, totally indistinctive, and completely appalling. (With his short pale blond hair -in the center a big bald spot- and disturbingly short and fat, you can see why!) Plus, he doesn't give a bull about any of the students. If a student's parent had died and didn't turn in a homework assignment? F. No excuses from Mr. Cable. A total uncaring jerk.
"Val, are you okay?" Dean finally asked. His voice sounded heart-broken and the low tone with the sexiness in it just made me want to melt to the ground.
"F-f-fine," I said. But I wasn't. I looked down at myself. I was covered in bruises all over my body, and I my head hurt like hell. I was going to feel like crap tomorrow.
But with Dean reassured, the color seemed to flow right back to his face, and his breath-taking smile made me want to laugh.
"You nearly scared the shit out of me. I thought you had. . . " his voice trailed off.
"Died?" Kyle answered smirking.
"Nobody asked for your answer," I snapped at him.
"Just trying to help."
"Well your not helping."
"I can see that."
"Whatever."
I figured it would be easier to just yell at him then think about why in the world he was back, and start bawling my eyes out. I was infuriated at him, and I did not want memories from back in the days when I used to. . . STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM! See, I have this problem, I tend to be able to think about other stuff while speaking about something totally different. It was a great advantage at times, but not now.
"Hey now, Val, I don't think ripping about this dude's head off is exactly going to be such a great accomplishment for your personal records." Dean joked.
"Who said I was going to rip his head off?"
"I think being your best friend for about five years helps with trying to figure out what's going on in your head."
"Well your wrong."
Dean raised his eyebrow, while Kyle rolled his eyes.
"I'm not going to rip his head off, I'm going to stomp on his body till it turns to ashes then I will burn the ashes while dancing to Burnin' Up."
Dean laughed at our inside joke.
"So. . . Say, what happened?" I asked confusedly. The overwhelming sensation of Kyle coming back took out all logic out of my mind, it still had but I needed to get my facts right before I went into panic mode.
"I mean, all I remember was looking out the window, and-" I stopped dead. A nudging consciousness feeling jabbed at my gut. It wasn't painful, but the sensation told me to shut the hell up.
I guess Dean understood my sudden stop of conversation and confusion because he hastily said,
"Yeah, I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I think it was just a freak accident."
"Yeah, cause' a freak accident is when the boogie man comes and rips everything apart," Kyle sarcastically said.
"What are you talking about Kyle? Why do you always have to twist people's words around? Why can't you just-"
And it was then I noticed what he meant. The entire classroom looked. . . Like the boogie man came and ripped everything apart. (Drat!) The tables were turned up on their sides, papers and books were everywhere, the chairs looked liked they were purposefully flinged at the wall, and shelves were hanging off of their cabinets. Nothing seemed to be broken, but it looked as if a huge drunk party had taken place in here. In fact, the entire classroom was a wreck except for
Mrs. Walker's desk.
"What- " I started to ask but Dean cut me off.
"Like I said, I don't know."
"It definitely wasn't a freak accident." Kyle interpreted.
"Then how-"
"Valerie. We were blacked out when it happened, if it wasn't for your friend Kyle here we probably would still be unconscious."
"Yeah, it's a good thing your boyfriend is a jock or else recovering would have been a little tricky."
I glared at Kyle. Back in the days when Kyle and I were. . . acquainted, we always had our stereotypical jokes. Such as jocks were these idiotic players who spent all their time drinking and passing out. Which I now found to be complete nonsense.
"Okay, one: Kyle isn't my friend, two: Dean isn't my boyfriend, and three: what are you doing here?" I directed at Kyle.
"I don't think now is a great time to confide with you about that subject."
I was taken back for a second. Kyle looked so serious when he said that, but I recovered and fired back.
"Anytime is a great time for you." I snapped at him.
He looked confused for a second and then realization hit him. His eyes widened in surprise and remorseful. I knew I had hit the bulls eye. Suits him right. We stared at each other, his face filled with contrite, while mine filled with resentment.
"Hey now, Kyle is right." Dean said. He glanced at me, and continued,
"Now is not a suitable time, and we first need to clean up this mess."
"What!" I cried. I tore off my gaze from Kyle and looked at Dean in surprise and confusion.
"We didn't even do anything!"
"Yeah, well try convincing Cable that," Kyle said.
I sighed and pulled out my phone.
"Looks like we need to call in the groupie."

1 Valentina Rosaletti, Scarlett Darnell, Mitchie Provitz, Leila Everhart, Gracie Collins, someone sanchez? Kyle Langsworth,

Mrs. Applebee, cut, glue, stick, pile, Mr. Applebee, cut, glue, stick, pile, Sarah Applebee, cut, glue...

I could smell the light breeze flowing through the window and felt the twirling pieces of my hair around. I could hear the chirping of the crickets annoyingly mating. I glanced over at him, hoping he would have some frustrated face on, but no. His friendly beauty looked dazed but attentive and he worked at a beautiful pace. Tiredly, my eyes wandered around the classroom. Tonight didn’t seem right.
It had been an ordinary fall afternoon at Grand Oak Academy in Virginia Beach, Virginia. And yes, I know what you are thinking, that me living on a beach is the coolest way to live. And it is no doubt. Why swim in some manmade tub when you could sit by the quiet but deadly ocean, smell the sea, hear the crashing waves, taste the salty air on the tip of your tongue. . .
I sighed and rubbed my head, I had an aching headache this entire day, but now it just felt like it was going to explode. I tapped my fingers on the desk, and bobbed my feet lightly. Out of ordinary, I felt distracted. I felt so foreboding today, as if I knew something horrible would happen which might explain my unusualness. But then again it was a Monday.
The Grand Oak Middle School, a small private school filled with 250 seventh and eighth graders, was a very free opened school but strict school. The school’s system was very cool, with many clubs and organizations, but the way it was worked was like public school. I’d been home schooled my entire life until I came here one year ago for seventh grade. The public schools sucked for all ages, but this school had only been opened for six years. Although the school was not built, it used to be an old home from the 1800’s. A very rickety warned out almost collapsing home, but very large. With a very long but accomplishing remodeling, and demolition, it looked very school like, but a few artifacts and lumber were kept such as the huge stake like cross that hanged over the auditorium and walls arches in the walls and windows. At first sight it looked highly unappealing, but it was just a regular school.
"Ugh," I grumbled.
I'd kill to be anywhere but here, I thought.
No wait, I take that back. Wait, do I?
I ran my fingers through my hair, bad habit. I usually always did that when I was nervous or stressed. But you would be too if you had been making name tags for the past two hours, even if you were sitting by the most gorgeous guy in the 8th grade. Gorgeous? Yeah, you heard me.

Dean Parker, hot beach blondie with piercing blue eyes. Yeah, piercing. Like you know how in books there is always that one amazing guy with those amazingly blue eyes? Well I used to never believe that they were true, but yeah, trust me, they are 100 percent icy glittering melting blue. But that's not all, with that soft dark blond surfer hair that never gets tangled, (god! lucky!) and an absolute dove like skin with a tan that would make any model die for, (okay, maybe not, but it's basically beautiful) and to top it all off, he's got this great hunky body of five foot eight inches. (Which he has because of all the sports he plays, including basketball volleyball, football, etc.)And he's only fourteen! Wow huh? But... (I know, your probably thinking, "but? But what?! What could possibly be wrong with a hottie like this!") problem is, he's my best friend. And best friends do not date each others best friends. And unfortunately, that goes for both the best friends as well. Takes all the romantics out of life huh?

"Hey, you okay?"
I looked up, though I didn't need to. I could have recognized that voice from anywhere, the low sexy bass hum singing in my ears.
I pulled my hand away from my hair, embarrassed that I had groan so loud.
"Nah," there was a brief silence. I added,
"Nothing beats making name tags for 200 kids and their families!"
Dean chuckled and said,
"You would think that spending time with me would make your life miserable."
"What? No way! Your so awesome! And any girl would die to be with you!"
But in truth, I was feeling pretty pathetic. I mean, come on! It was a Friday night! I should have said yes to Scar, Mitchie, Leila, and Grace, when they invited me for our weekly MGS. (Movies, gossip, and sleepovers) But no, I had to spend my Friday night at the school making name tags for the fundraiser coming up in five months. Don't get me wrong, Dean is pretty awesome to hang out with, after all he's my best friend, but I could do with ex may on the name tags though.
Dean scoffed,
"Yeah, I've heard that one before."
"Somebody is a little pompous about themselves," I joked.
"Ha ha ha," he replied sarcastically and flipped his hair. Oh my god, I so want to touch it!
"We've been at it for hours. My hands aren't going to be able to hold a pencil tomorrow!" I wailed.
"I'm sorry, will a finger massage be able to fix that?" he playfully deceiving me.
"Ha, you wish."
"So I do..." he sighed.
I rolled my eyes and got up. I walked to Mrs. Walker's, our homeroom supervisor, desk and lay the hundreds of name tags on top. A couple had dropped from the desk, I reached down but then something caught my eye.
"Say, what's this?"
A piece of fabric was sticking out of a small dust covered drawer on the inside of the desk. But it didn't look like at all as if it were part of the desk.
"Who puts a drawer on the inside of a desk?" I wondered aloud.
"Perhaps Mrs. Walker? She always did seem more of the old fashion type." Dean replied, now standing beside me putting down his pile of name tags.
"And putting a drawer inside a desk is old fashioned?" I accused.
He shrugged.
"Sure, I read something like that in a library once."
I sighed. Of course he would know something like that. Besides being amazingly athletic and charismatic, he really was very smart and a bookworm. But he wasn't at all interested in something mysterious. And something was very mysterious about this.
"But who locks a piece of cloth up?"
"Maybe its a rare, expensive, fine piece of silk from Egypt."
"Please, Mrs. Walker would have to first step out of her house to go to Egypt."
"Huh, good point."
We both smiled. I picked up the remaining name tags.
It was at that moment a heart throbbing crash was heard from the out the window in the parking lot, though it sounded like it boomed in the very classroom we were in.
"Who else is here?" I asked nervously.
"Well it's a school, its probably just Mr. Cable falling over his science equipment," Dean said, but I could tell he to didn't sound so reliable with his answer.
"Maybe..."
I slowly stood up, leaving the name tags on the floor. I leaned across the desk and looked out the nearest window. It was 7:00 in the afternoon, but already it was pitched black in the night. There were no lights on, not even the flood lights that run on stored solar energy on the school.
"Whoa," Dean said coming up behind me,
"Check out the moon, ever seen it like that before?" he muttered.
I looked up, sure enough the moon wasn't at all like the moon. It looked twice its regular size, and had a moldy type of scenery toward it. A very inhuman setting...
CRASH
Dean and I were forced back from an invisible force and smashed into the wall. A blinding light came from the window, surrounding every object in the room with an alarming glow. A blood curdling shriek filled the air with an intensifying shiver. Then everything went black.

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Somebody was calling my name. Who was that? What did they want? I just want to sleep.
"Val! Val, come on! Get up!" the voice urged at me. I could feel warm arms holding my shoulders. I felt so comfortable.
No I'm too tired, let me rest...
"Valerie! Please!" I could have recognized that voice from anywhere. A new set of arms took the place of the warm ones. Safer.
I will, I will...
"She's parched. Langsworth! Fetch her some water, now!" a disgruntled crude voice demanded.
Wait... Langsworth?
I heard a grumble, then someone swiftly stand up and sprinting away, the footsteps fading. One two, one two, one...
"Hurry!" the voice with the safe hands shouted.
Please do... Please...
The crude voice was right, I felt as if my throat was shriveled, dry as dust... The safe hands around my shoulders moved to my back, holding me to a broad chest. I felt secure, I felt as if nothing could tear me apart from this. I wanted to stay here, and no where else. Didn't want to think of anything but me and... and...
Wait. Langsworth!
I tried to struggle, he was here. He was here. Why was he here? He couldn't be here! He shouldn't be here! How? Why? No. NO!
I was now trying to open my eyes, free my mouth from silence, but it was such a feeble attempt. I felt weak and limp. Exhausted.
I heard the hastily sprinting of steps coming now. One two, one two, one-
"Move it!"
I felt my secure arms holding me budge a little.
"Just give her the water!"
I felt my mouth being forced open out of my power, and cool luscious water running down my shriveled throat. It felt wonderful, as if I had never had a substance so inviting, so pleasing. I tried to swallow. A stinging pain ran through my throat and lungs, but I didn't care, I needed more. I drained every last drop, rapidly quick as if no amount of water would be enough for me. I slumped down a little, the safe arms caught me by the last millisecond.
"Val? Val, come on its time to get up." A low honey-like soothing melodious voice rang in my ears. The breath was overwhelming; a fresh wholesome scent. A cacophony of noises filled my head at these words. All uncomprehending.
My eyes slowly opened. I panicky fished out where the voice was coming from, the aroma, the fault. The scene wasn't right. Dean was crouching over me, arms around me as if I were a precious fragile angel. His eyes were wet, and his face colorless. I gaped at him, wondering what on earth could have happen to make him look so... hysteric, dismay covered his entire face. Time went slowly. His facial expression did not changed. In fact, he looked more displeased by the second. I wanted to change this. Wanted his cheery smile back. I could not stand this. But I didn't know what to say. My voice could work, but did I have the willpower to use it?
"Achem"
Confusion sweeping through me, I looked to the sound of the irritated voice.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. It's him. Him. He's here.