My Life As Stacey Green.

Chapter 8

This chapter is dedicated to our amazing friend Mia Gay, we will miss you so much- Carys-The-Book-Geek (Carys) and Jazz72873 (Jasmine).

Once reaching the camp, I sank to my knees. I wasn't crying about Violet, no, I barely knew her, but I was weeping in self pity. Yeah, how low can I sink. Parents dead, life being torn at the frail seams. Nothing could get any worse, or so it seemed. Oh, and if I forgot to mention, our new camp was the building. Sleeping bags draped themselves in awkward manners over the gravelly floor, and a blazing camp fire nestled in the centre, giving off luxurious waves of heat. The others were either silently crying or muttering quietly, everyone kept staring at me. It was like the orphanage, the horror on the children's faces, thinking I was murderer and now I see it in the faces of my life savers.
"She did nothing wrong, get that right Braydon." Sam hisses in his mahogany voice.
"I never said she did anything wrong, all I've been trying to say is there is something strange about her, maybe she's one of the lost angels." He says the last bit in a playful manner, as if trying to attract me. I scoffed.
"Shut your trap!" Sam replied, turning his head, as if not to look at me, as if I was an outcast. A swelling pain stung in my heart, now my friends were turning their backs on me, wow, this really was a crap day.
"What makes you think she isn't an angel, what don't you find her hot?" Braydon chuckled in his snarky manner, oh lord it just got worst. Don't get me wrong, Braydon was a handsome guy. Biceps the size of my bloody head and probably abs that big as well. But I didn't know whether I liked him or not and I don't think I did. "Anyway," Braydon hollered, clapping his hands decisively, "tomorrow we are travelling to the village of Kahn and..." I raised my hand, I didn't know what to do, what, call out, no I wasn't that type of person. "Yes Stacey?" he grinned, turning the attention over to me.
"Erm, what is Kahn?" I asked finally, embarrassment clenched my stomach.
"Kahn is the Black Market country, lots of strange people and stuff there, a perfect place in which to hide in. It is...." He began, but yes I interrupted.
"And where can you hide a country? I've never heard of your 'Kahn' and in my right mind i may not believe it." I announced obstinately, my pale cheeks flushing with suppressed anger.
"Stacey, it is in between the border of Spain and North Africa."
"But there is no border you blithering idiot!" I gasped exasperated.
"Have you ever been there?" Braydon spat fiercely. I gulp, "No, but..."
"Then how would you know?" he smirked. I wanted to slap him across his perfect cheekbones, eventually I shrugged and repulsed my anger. "We set sail tomorrow at dawn." And with that dramatic sentence, everyone hushed their voices and drifted off into unsteady and fitful sleeps. And unfortunately so did I...

It was dark. I was in a new room. Wooden floorboards, white washed walls and a dimly lit candle. A figure stood there weeping, tears were flying out of her eyes. A man approached from behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and smiled, then it hit me. They were crying tears of joy. I figured they must have been my parents, but boy was I wrong. A baby lay cradled in his mysterious mother's arms. A time lapse began, maybe a month passed. The woman sat at a table her eyes nervously gliding over the mail, as if delicately deciding which to open first. Finally she picked the smallest and took out an ivory letter opener from a mug of specially crafted, handmade pencils. dreamily she tore it open. Her eyes scanned the parchment that lay in her hands. Her cup of a beverage that was most likely black coffee, smashed onto the tiled floor. Standing up abruptly, throwing her strewn coat (that I never noticed was there before) over her bony shoulders, grabbed her purse and hoisted her child into her arms. The baby had a small, cute tuft of strawberry blonde hair, and it giggled and smiled at it's mama, little did it know how badly her mama was doomed. She ran, I mean more like bolted out of the front door, tears of an unrecognisable emotion dripping down her cheeks. If danger was a feeling, that's what she would be crying about. A set of rolling hills lay before her. "Only a few more minutes," the woman whispered, her child staring innocently at the tear that had just splattered from her mama's nose to her own. An archway stood pronounced, in the side of a grinning rock face, if only she could push herself that bit further, come on. A bubbling emotion filled her, a look of triumph and fury. Adrenalin urged her body forward and her legs propelled her towards the mossy rocked portal, a magenta glistening veil decorated the inside...then she hurtled in. An awful nauseous feeling escaped around her body, making her body feel as if it were another person's. The infant cried with new found pain, causing her mother's heart to clench. "Veil Of Dimensions take me to Greenwich, England, 87 Nightingale Street, flat B2." That was my parent's old home. Then they collapsed to the floor, outside a miserable looking tower block. "Guess the last bit didn't work," annoyance evident in her voice, that was before sweet and honey like. She and the child burst through the doors and climbed up four flights of stairs that smelt suspiciously of cigarette ash and drugs. A stretching corridor lay before her, a smashed window at the end where a girl jumped out from the second floor and unfortunately broke her foot. Her pale green eyes darted from door to door trying to find B2, eventually she saw it. A cold wooden door with no handle. After banging on the door for several minutes, a much younger version of my father opened the door. Brown mopped hair, bright blue eyes, slight stubble and biceps. He stood there in a plain grey top and a pair of beach shorts decorated with the Hawaiian shores."Take the baby, no questions, please." and with that she handed my father the baby with extraordinary likeness to me, he nodded and gave her a farewell. "Good luck Jane." Then she ran, back down the stairs and through the portal that now loomed mischievously where the front door was. Apprehension rose in her body, fear trembled in her fingers. Then she protruded forward into the veil, before stepping into a flaming world and being burnt alive into a small, soldering pile of red bones.

And that was when I realised I had seen my biological mother die. I awoke with a jolt. The group were standing around me in an orderly circle. Most were gaping (including Braydon) but Sam triumphantly smiled. "What are you Stacey, or should I even call you that?!" Braydon yelled pointing to something above my head. I was greatly puzzled.
"Stacey," Sam began in a irritably calm voice,"what the nut job over here is trying to say is, what is the emblem of The House Of Sphorio doing above your head." Braydon was fuming, and I was bloody puzzled. "What HAVE I BEEN telling you since DAY ONE! She is the person, she is, the warrior from the prophecy, the one who would either die saving us or turn against us, either way, she is the one. See, they have marked her, that proves my theory to be correct. She is the one, the daughter of the mighty warrior Agnete Aileen, and she is here to save us." Sam smiles warmly at me. Braydon gawped and gaped pointing at me with a furious finger.
"Don't make me tell them the story of how I saved your life and I was the leader of the original version of this group." Sam's eyes blazed dangerously, and Braydon shook his head and stormed off, cursing words beyond measure and recording down on paper for you to read and enjoy. Then I began shaking uncontrollably.

Authors Note

Thanks so much for over 200 reads!!!! Thank you to all the readers who have been reading since day one and the newer readers who have just discovered this book and are enjoying it! Jasmine and I's goal is to reach 1,000,000 reads over the course of the whole book and we have planned all the sequels and even a prequel, and we would love it if we got noticed by a publisher and maybe have our book published, but that may or may not happen depending on you guys! The more we publish and you read, the more chance we have and thank you everyone who has been reading so far, we did not expect the book to gain reads so quickly. The whole idea was what we came up with on the school bus, Jasmine is Year 8 and I'm Year 7 and well the whole idea seemed silly at first until we combined our ideas and have created a whole new universe of secrets and mysteries, that our character Stacey Green has been thrown into, and well now here we are only eight chapters through but it means so much to us that you actually bother to read it and it makes our day every time we gain maybe just one read, and people liking and commenting and it makes us so happy to see you like this, because all we want to do is write for you to enjoy and it is unreal the feeling when we gain a follower, or a reader or a liker or whatever and we have been writing for years on our own and both of us have been dying to get our work out there and it can only get out there if you guys help us and read and stick by us throughout the growth of Stacey Green and her world.Thank you so much, and that goes to everyone, each and every one of you readers, whether this is the first time you've even heard and decided to read this or if you have been reading since day one. Stay Fabulous and Strong people, smile don't let anything get you down, don't let anyone diss you, you are all beautiful and perfect in your own ways, don't let anything drag you down, much love to everyone. XXXXX