The Key To The Lock...

ChAPteR-1

Tori P.O.V

"You coming, or not?" I ask.

"No!How many times should I tell you that I am going to Oliver's house?"he screams.

I roll my eyes.I love irritating my older bro, Tyler.He looks pretty good with a scowl on his face.

"Whatever, tell mom that I'll be back before 8",I say before slamming the door and stepping into the cold winter breeze.

I pull the zipper of my jacket up as the wind sends a chill through me. The street is deserted. Brooklyn is hardly ever deserted.

I glance at the old book store that was towards my right.It's the only shop on this street. The rest are all inhabited old mansions.This is why I always wish Myra would relocate; the walk down to her house is so creepy.

I finally reach the two-storey sprawling mansion in which the Hastings have resided for about a hundred years ago, or so Liam tells me. Liam is Myra's completely moronic older brother albeit by only a year, and he and I have hated each other with a burning  passion due to a small incident that is kinda difficult to explain since i was seven that is like since nine years back. 

I ring the bell, and can hear the old-fashioned bell tolling through the house. I hear the sound of footsteps and the humongous doors open.

"Tori!" Myra exclaims. She and I have been best friends since the first grade, when we both decided to dump our lunches on the class bully's face when she took my new pink colored pencil,after the incident you wont believe what happened to her,she changed.She was nice and decent she even gave me my little pink pencil back.How sweet.

Well anyways lets get back to the point(i get very distracted just in case you did not notice)

Even if Myra just got up from bed she looks absolute perfect and pretty, something that i cant say for myself.Wavy blond hair,sparkling green eyes and a perfect tanned skin.She is literally the only person who could look as if she were entering a beauty pageant in 1 direction pajamas.

"Hey Myra"I say.She drags me in and starts gushing about the new guitar she bought. I am however tonedeaf and don't understand a thing about flats or picks or whatever she is going on about. Her life goal is to be a famous singer, and i don't see why she wont. With her looks and her melodic voice, shes already had a few gigs at cafes and on the side walks.

 I tune out and just nod my head now and then. I wonder if that makes me a bad best friend, guess not she could have no one else tolerate her activeness so guess I am totally not bad. I knew it.doing a happy dance.

"So, enough about me. How is your wondrously horrid speech coming along?"she asks.Note the sarcasm."Pretty good, would you mind listening to me?"I ask"Not at all"she replies bouncing up and down on her couch, I just roll my eyes and start reading the stupid speech,i seriously wanna get done with it.

I read my speech for the Interschool Environmental Conference. Its basically a bunch of elite schools and their students talking about how we can go green and all those stuff.

"How was it?"I ask Myra

"yeah,it was good, totally amazing" she says disinterestedly, and I can tell at once that she wasn't listening. But then she is Myra Hastings, academics weren't really her thing. She once asked me the spelling of telephone back in grade 5.

Shes the worlds sweetest but god forbid, you piss her off just remember that there is nothing she does better than revenge. I remember one  instance that happened back in grade 6, when she set up a trap for Zelda Bronze, just because she asked Myra's crush for a pencil. Long story short, Zelda never recovered from it.(dont ask what happened)

Myra brings me out of my reverie by saying,

"Listen, there is something I want to show you" 

"Myra Hastings, you better not have killed anybody" I tease.She scoffs saying"I'd pass out at the first sight of blood. Anyway"she straightens up"it's this"

She pulls out a Ying-yang. It's the traditional black and white, it looks incredibly old and expensive, but something about the way it catches the glint of the light Myra's living room crystal chandelier emits sends a chill through my spine. The Hastings are ridiculously wealthy (hence the crystal chandelier) and I presume it is one of their old family heir loom.

   "When did you get that?!" I ask.

"Liam was frightening me with a fake spider the other day-" I smirk at this and in return I get a glare from her before continuing ,"-and I ran into mom's and dad's room and I climbed into the chimney, and there was an empty space,and in it was an ancient looking silver box. I pulled it out and found this in it. I really wanna give half of this it you"

She pulls the Ying-Yang apart. At first, I'm afraid that she broke it,  but then I see that it is actually  of two parts, each one with a fine gold chain on it.

"But Myra, if you found it in your parent's room, shouldn't you ask them first" 

"Who cares? Do you want the black or the white?" she asks

I am about to protest again, but I catch sight of the black half. It draws me to it like a moth toward a flame,  it's a gleaming black gem, -lodestone, perhaps- and the fine gold chain complements it beautifully.

"The black," I say, my voice sounding rather hazy.And then...

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Hi guys this my 1st book...yippeee

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