Sea Spell

Chapter One

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"Tap-tap!" Lanakila's eyelids snapped open at the abrupt sound on her brick wall. Images of the design replayed themselves- an "x" rotated on its side with inked stippling instead of space- another unexplainable dream.
A warm, salty breeze wound its way around she and her sister's bedroom.
"Pssst! Lana!" She recognized the voice almost instantly as her best friend, Jennifer Matthews. Groaning, Lana rolled over and buried her face in her pillow, extremely sleep-deprived. She was about to dose off again when she remembered the drawings, the ones that her friend would never understand.
Frantically throwing the water-stained notebook sheets into a sloppy pile and shoving them under her dressing table, she rolled back into her hammock subtly. Thinking about the design, the picture that had her feeling as if she'd seen it before somewhere.
An "ouch!" and a loud, painful-sounding thud indicated that Jenn had hoisted herself over the windowsill. The blonde tiptoed over and threw Lanakila's small blanket off in a quick, sweeping motion.
"Jennifer, you seriously need to be more quiet. You'll wake up Anadia," Lanakila half-mumbled. She sat up, ignoring the sharp jabs of pain in her left knee.
Jennifer stood before her, in a stylish white tank top with ripped dark shorts. Her light hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and she was wearing a bucketload of makeup. Lana sighed. She knew all to well what Jenn getting dressed up implied.

"Do we HAVE to sneak out again? I worked such a long shift today," Lana begged her best friend.
Jennifer stuck her bottom lip out and widened her eyes. "Pretty please? You're the only person I have to go with. Those surfer guys are just downright edible. I need to see them!"
Ever since the two teens had met last summer, Jenn had been a typical American girl- blonde magazine hair, a Teen Vogue wardrobe, and of course boy-crazy. Lana was dark haired, owned 3 simple outfits, and only spoke to the other gender if it was about fishing. The two were exact opposites.
Lanakila bit her lip. She could already feel the exhaustion seeping in again, and she'd never relate to Jennifer's social personality, even at these hours. But Jennifer was her best and only friend, and this was important to her.
"Fine..."
Jennifer jumped up and squealed. "Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The floor creaked and shifted noisily under their feet.
In the next bed over, Anadia tossed in her bed and awoke, rubbing her eyes. Both girls froze in their tracks at the sound of a ginormous yawn and the ruffling of sheets. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Anadia laid down again and was silent.
Lana crept stealthily to the windowsill and paused at the ledge. She swung her legs over the sill to press them against the muddy, brick wall, testing how far her feet would stretch before they grasped the grapevine. Then, she grasped the jutted out brick and shimmied down the wall of her home.
The Maurs family lived in a petite, two-story brick home on the Eastern division of Guadeloupe. It consisted of a kitchen/dining room/living room, Mimi's potions room, the girls' bedroom, and Mimi's bedroom. Of course, not including the outhouse in the backyard.
While it certainly was not a life of luxury, Lana felt blessed to even have a home at all. When her mother went missing, the three of them were left with no income of money. If it hadn't been for Lanakila's quick employment, they would be on the streets.
"Hellooo? Earth to Lana? You there?" Jennifer waved her pedicured hand in front of Lanakila's face. Lanakila blushed, realizing she had completely tuned out to Jennifer's chatter. "Sorry, I was kinda lost in thought, I guess," she explained.
"Anyways, I was saying we'd better hurry," Jennifer continued. "We'll be late for the bonfire."
The two girls lept onto Jenn's blue bike, the island breeze whipping their hair back and cooling the napes of their necks. As they rode across the bumpy, cobblestoned streets of East Guadeloupe, Lana noticed that the sharp pain in her knee had now spread all the way down her calves and to her ankles. She winced as she tried to flex the muscle. Oh well, she thought. It's probably nothing.
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