CHAPTER 1:
"Charlotte. Wake up. Now."
"Charlotte I mean it."
"Charlotte."
"Charlotte. Now. Get up."
"CHARLOTTE BLACKTHORNE YOU GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW BEFORE I-"
Charlotte sighed. "MOM I'M GETTING DRESSED." She yelled back at her mother.
Not that it was precisely true. She was lying down with her eyes closed on her bed half asleep. Her black long glossy straight-as-a-ruler hair a mess.
"CHARLOTTE IF YOU AREN'T OUT OF YOUR ROOM IN FIVE MINUTES-"
"I'M UP, I'M UP."
Grumbling, she rolled out of her bed, nearly squishing her cat, Mercutio.
He meowed, indignant. Then went back to sleep. He was a stray they had found wandering the streets as a kitten. It had been about two years ago. Now he was a chubby little thing, but still adorable.
She shuffled over to her closet, and grabbed a shirt and some jeans. Then sat on her bed staring blankly at them until her mom yelled again.
She pulled on her clothes and scrambled out of the house with her bag and binder she decorated with, for some inexplicable reason, little ducks.
Then she ran to get her special seat on the bus. She didn't want to have to sit by the creepy bus driver. He smelled like old people sweat and feet.
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Spellbound
FantasyThirteen year old Charlotte Blackthorne has always known she wasn't normal. With her tiger-like grace and owl-like intelligence. But she didn't think she was a faerie. Not a faerie like you know, three inches tall, wings, they puke rainbows and glee...
