The Legacy of Maisie -- Lorien Legacies Fanfiction

Part 1 | Chapter One

"Hey, May. Wanna go to the Halloween Fair thing?" Sam barged in my room and asks me.

I look up from my book. "Ever hear of knocking?" I ask him, annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah. Do you want to or not?"

"Sure," I reply casually.

"Well get ready because I'm leaving in an hour," he says, clearly satisfied with himself.

I close my book and walk over to my closet. I look inside and find something suitable to wear. I pull out a purple and blue plaid, long sleeve flannel shirt and short jean shorts that are frayed at the bottom.

I turn around from my closet and see Sam staring at me with the dumb look on his face he looks at Emily Knapp with.

"Sam?!" I exclaim. "What're doing? Stop staring at me like that."

"Oh, sorry." He shakes his head. "I just, uh, um." He steps out of the doorway and closes my door.

I sigh and roll my eyes at my now closed door. I've always found it weirdly hilarious when he does stuff like that. You know, just slip into the thought of Emily Knapp like that.

I throw on my clothes and loosely french braid my hair down my back. I pull the necklace my father gave me, the one with the blue gem on the end, out of my shirt and hold it in my palm for a few moments.

He gave it to me when I was eight and I turn fourteen in December. I've never let it go after all these years because it's the only thing I have left of him. Sure I have his red hair and his grey eyes and his fair skin but I've come to know those as genetics, not my father inside of me like a cheesy sixteen-year-old in a book would say. It's the only thing not ruined by knowledge that I have left of him.

I hear a loud banging on my door. "Come on! Mom's taking us now!" I hear the knocking again.

Sam, I think.

I open the door and he almost falls on me as he was putting his weight into beginning to knock again.

I shove him away. "One sec." I go to my bed, grab my phone, stuff it in my back pocket, and say, "Let's go."

The two of us race downstairs and out the front door into the car.

"Shotgun!" Sam shouts and slides into the front seat.

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"...so stick with me, kiddo," he concludes his spoken essay on why his mom told him to watch me.

"Yeah, whatever. Why did you want to come? You never come to anything like this, or at least you never ask me," I question.

"Just meeting a friend." He smiles and looks at me, waiting for my reaction I guess.

"Who?" What I really mean is who could possibly want to be your friend.

"A guy at my school, John Smith."

"That's the best name you could come up with?" I laugh.

"No, look! He's right there!" he says, pointing at a tall guy with dirty blonde hair and an older guy that is probably his dad.