Heaven and Hell

Starting it all

"One smile has the power to...

Calm fears. Warm a cold heart. Soften stone walls.

Invite a new friend. Mimic a loving hug.

Beautify the bearer. Lighten heavy loads.

Promote good deeds. Brighten a gloomy day.

Comfort a grieving spirit. Offer hope to the forlorn. Send a message of caring.

Lift the downtrodden soul. Patch up invisible wounds.

Weaken the hold of misery. Act as medicine for suffering.

Attract the companionship of angels. Fulfill the human need for recognition.

Who knew changing the world would prove so simple?"

― Richelle E. Goodrich

"Sage Morgan! Get down here this instant!" I could hear my mom screaming from the basement. Better not get her angry, or atleast more then she seems to be now, as i got off my bed i felt a strange presence. I felt as if something was burning the back of my head with its eyes. I turned around slowly, only to see nothing.

My mind was freaking out, ever since me moved into this house. Every night i can feel things that arnt normal, i have been feeling things that are unnatural for me. Feelings of sadness and grief, ever since i moved to Roswell Georgia. I shook the feeling away, and went to the basement to see what my mom was stressing over.

I can hear her mumbling about something, she finally comes into my sight. She points down at a box of kitchen supplies, "Didnt I tell you to put this upstairs?" i looked at her blankly. I knew i put it upstairs, because my clumsy self tripped while carying the box. "Mom, I did put it upstairs, Westly must of brought it down."

My moms eyes filled with confusing and frustration, she shooed me away and called for my fourteen year old brother. I ran back up the stairs, past my brother, who was sticking his tounge out. "Your so immature" I said as i rolled my as at him. "Your so immature" He said mockingly back. I pushed past him, and went back to my room to get ready, it took me a while and i knew i would end up being late.

I straigtend my long wavy hair, and put on my daily makeup. I looked at my self in the mirror and sighed. I walked out of my bathroom, and grabed my school bag and head to my first day at my new high school. "Dad! I need a ride to the school!" I yelled impatiently. My dad trudged down the stairs and moaned in displeasure.

My dad wasnt really a morning person, come to think of it, no one in my family was. We walked out to our chevy and hoped in, the whole way there i stared out of the window. Thinking of how dreadful today would probably be.

I walked into the rather large building, looking for the office so i could grab my class list. As i wondered around, looking at sports awards and pictures of previous priciples. My eye was locked on a picture of a girl who looked to be only two years younger then I.

"Anna Milers" I spoke out loud. The plaque said she was only fifteen when she passed, how horrible. I gave my respects to her, and move on. As i was walking I could hear people wispering about me. I acted like i hadnt noticed and moved on.

I finaly found the office and checked in. "Sage Morgan?" The small lady with the overside glasses asked. I nodded, as she handed me the schedule. I walked off to first period, as i was walking, a blonde girl with a group of friends walked past me.

The blonde accedently bumped into me. "Whats your problem?" she said with annoyance. "What?" i questioned. Her friends snickered behind her, she waved her hand to silence them. It was like something that would happen in that movie Mean Girls.

"You totally shoved me, idiot." Her friends nodded behind her. I raised my eyebrow, and opened my mouth to protest when she interrupted me "Ew. Isn't that the girl who moved into the Johnson house?" One of her friends asked.

"Yeah, i think it is, Brett was right she does look like stick!" The blonde said with amusement. I was really thin, I did have an eating disorder, I was just really small. "Lets go, its probably contagious!" one of them said as they snickered and walked away.

I ran into the girls bathroom, and broke down crying. Usually i didn't let people get to me like that, but since it was my first day of school and everyone already hated me, i made an acceptation. Acting like a drama queen, I knew I should stop, I'd feel stupid for this later. Girls are evil, this is why I was always either alone or hung out with guys rather than girls. Hateful, evil, manipulative girls.

I look in the mirror, and all i saw was a girl with brown hair and green eyes filled with sadness and disappointment. Someone who just wanted to fit in, and be apart of something for once, I didn't want to just sit up in my room all the time anymore. I'm over being that one girl, I wanted to change that, but all I saw in that mirror was just a girl who might be the same person again.

Also a girl with her makeup halfway down her face and tear stained cheeks. I reached into my bag to pull out my makeup to fix my self. Little did i know i wasn't alone in the bathroom. It was rather dark, all i hear was feet shuffling. I quietly crept over to a stall, and sat on the toilet. I knew it was stupid to try and hide, but i didn't want to have a social interaction with anyone.

Just my luck the door creaked, i heard a chuckle three stalls down. I tried to stay as silent as possible. Footsteps walking towards me, and the stall was stall door was ripped open. Im pretty sure i had this stupid look on my face, as always. A girl with short raven black hair and charcoal eyes, with a piercing expression on her face stood looking straight at me.

To my surprise a wicked little smile interrupted her glare. I looked back confused as an infecting laugh came out of her mouth. When she finally stopped laughing at me she walked toward the mirrors to look at her perfect complexion. I followed her out and looked at myself again in the dirty unwashed mirror.

"Whats wrong with you?" she asked casually. She wore black pants, with a dark red shirt and jean vest over it. Dark eye make up to compliment her eyes, with piercings all over, in her ears, one on her nose, and in her eyebrow. "Im just, having a bad day" She looked away, and back into the mirror.

"Well, thats because your in this dump, filled with people like wanna be Barbie and Ken" She snickered at her comment, i assumed she was talking about that horrid blonde i met not so long ago. "Im guessing you met barbie already?" she asked looking at me in the mirror.

"Yeah, she seems like she has a stick up her ass" i said smirking. She turned from the mirror, and looked at me with amusement. "I could get used to you" She smiled. "That's okay, we all know Madeline is just going to end up living in a trailer park, smoking a cigarette in a old pink bathrobe watching her kids play in a plastic kitty pool" I laughed as she told of Barbies future. We got really quite after that last comment, until she moved her cherry colored lips.

"Want to go somewhere else?" she asked with a devious look on her face. I knew it wasn't a good idea, but i said yes anyways. I wasn't about to stay here, and take the risk of being dumped on again by a bunch of barbies. "Im Tori by the way" She said. "Sage" As i told her my name, she had a sudden look of realization on her face. Of course, everyone knows the knew girl.