My Life As Stacey Green.

Chapter 1

"YOU can't be serious I am not doing that!"
Hi I'm Stacey Green and this is my story.
"Dude you wanted to play." My friend, Libby, retorted. She had vibrant green eyes and long black hair that cascaded down her back; she wore the schools plain uniform composed of a creased blue blazer, white shirt and a loosely hung tie.
"Yeh that's true." Charlotte said, smirk playing on her lips. Charlotte had short dirty blonde hair and hazel brown eyes,she was wearing the same uniform as Libby but except she was more graceful, with her circular rimmed lilac glasses that threatened to topple off of her nose.
"I am not kissing Joshua Mills! Your mad, he's such a idiot!"
"The forfeit is kiss Freddy Brown." Libby reasoned, brushing some black locks behind her ear.
"No! He's even worse then Joshua!" I exclaimed, but fortunately, before they could say anything, the bell rang to signal the end of lunch.
After telling the girls that the game was over, I made my way to maths.

An hour of bone numbling boring maths later, I had finally escaped the hell hole that some call school. Bursting out of the jammed packed gates, I pull out my IPhone 5S and see that my dad has texted me. My parents are both forensic scientists for the British Government, they have their own cool lab and everything. It flashes:

'Come to the lab babe, see you soon xx'

It's wasn't like my dad to text like that, its usually more formal and uptight like he's writing the presidents speech. And the lab is completely out of bounds, that was well known throughout my tiny household (me, mum, dad and Bob, my cat).
'Kk' I hastily replied, as I grab my bike from the shed. I cycled down the town, full of smoking teens and ambiguous looking men, I finally reached the strange close that led to the top secret department base, or whatever you call it. I parked up my bike and stroll care free to the entrance. Entranced at it's immense height and structure, sick with anxiety I approached the granite building, my hands trembled. I push the revolving glass door. 'Holy crap.' I thought. Inside it was of the finest marble and stone, towering pillars and gleaming floors. It was of unimaginable beauty - but it was empty except for a lift on the other side of at least 25ft long room. Cautiously I padded towards it, my mind swimming with questions and brimming with alternate realities. When I finally step in to the shaft my fingers instantaneously clicks the shiny button for floor 17. 'How the hell did I know that?' I asked myself. The doors slam shut as soon as my finger makes contact with the smooth button, it travels at an unimaginable speed and I felt nausious within seconds. An incredibly catchy song played and it dinged even more irritably than the song when I reached floor 17. Carefully I stepped out, wobbling I walked without direction towards a door labelled 'TOP SECRET LAB'. I pushed open the freshly painted door (I only knew this because it reaked of paint, or I thought it was paint... No it really was paint, got you there). A flurry of multi coloured fumes exploded out of the room, gasping I rushed in, my lungs screamed for unpolluted air. "Mum? Dad?" No reply "Mum?! Dad?!" Still no reply "MUM?! DAD?!" Still no freaking reply. I bombarded in and through down my rucksack and searched the still fog covered lab. After about five minutes the fog thinned and I could make out the shape of a figure, no two, no one, no definitely two. I approached them whispering in a hoarse voice 'Mum? Dad?'. Now that I was in close contact of them I could make out familiar faces, close cut beard, grey orbs of eyes just like mine and a mop of brown hair. "Dad!!!!??" I bend down to him and desperately try to find his pulse, then that's when it hit me, there was no pulse. "MUM?!?!?!" I holler, and figure she must be the other limp, pale figure. I crawled to her, pricking my finger on something so god damn sharp, I felt fluid course into my vains and I scream in agony, but little did I know this would change my life forever... I wrap my mother in my arms, she even looks beautiful in death, strawberry blonde hair that was tied into a tight knot (I fortunately inherited her hair colour), light freckles spotted her face and she looked peaceful. Suddenly she sits up abruptly and then I think it was just a practical joke, but crap was I wrong. She spoke in a throaty, almost scary voice.
"Look out for safety find those who will help you, free yourself from a beast known as Lazerous, save yourself. We love you so much."
Then she dropped dead, gone forever. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I screamed and weeped in their names. My life was over, but little did I know this was only the beginning....

Authors Note
Co written by me and my good friend Carys_The_Book_Geek please stay tuned for the next chapter, it promises to be a roller coaster....