5 Princesses: Lost In Time

Chapter 1 Garret

Hope you like this long awaited chapter! Reeeeeaaaaaaallllllyyyyyyy sorry about the wait :~/ was written on my iPod so sorry for mistakes

Chapter 1 Garret's POV

This was it, just one more day till the weekend. One more day until I can stay at home and do nothing. But it also means one more day of getting stared at like a freak.

I walk to the bus stop and wait with all the other kids, not saying a word to anybody. Some glance in my direction, others point. And in one case a group of girls are giggling, glancing, and pointing.

'Just my luck,' I think. The bus pulls up right when one of the bottle blonds started heading in my direction, but went back to her group when it pulled up. I rolled my eyes at them as always. It's been like this every morning for the passed week. And it was getting old.

I get onto the bus and look for a seat. The only one is in the front next to a gothic girl. Oh well. I sit down next to her and she just glares at me and turns up her music. It is a short, but very bumpy ride. Here goes nothing, I think again as I got off the bus and go to my locker and eventually my first class.

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I yawn as I wait for the bell to ring in my last class; English.

"Now class," the teacher Mr. Perry says in his gruff voice. "I expect you all to do-" he is cut off by the bell and all the students getting up to leave the small cramped classroom.

I linger for a minute letting the doorway clear as not to get trampled by the rush to get out. I'm not the only one with this idea, at least five other kids take their time.

"Ah, Mr. Anderson." I look up sharply from gathering my things to see Mr. Perry standing in front of my desk. "Please stay for a moment longer." I see looks of pity from a few of the students on their way out. Of my five days at this school I've already learned that if I teacher asks you to stay back, ninety-five percent of the time it's bad news. He walks back to his desk and starts grading papers, waiting for me.

I go up to his desk when I'm done shoving my stuff into my bag. I stand there waiting for him to look up from the papers.

"So Garret how are you liking school here?" He still hasn't looked up from the papers.

"Um, it's fine I guess," I say because I can't say that I hate it with a passion and would do anything to get out. That would just be rude.

He looks up at me, a frown marking his face and says, "are you sure? You don't look or sound very happy from what I've been gathering throughout the week."

"Wait. You've been watching me? Are you some kind of stalker?" He looks at me sternly and I grin to let him know I'm only kidding.

"No I'm not some kind of stalker. I just like to watch the new students to make sure they are doing alright here. I know how hard it is to make friends here. My own daughter went through it a couple years ago when I first started teaching." Okay then. "Now tell me the truth. Do you like it here?"

I sigh. "No," is all I say. "Can I go now?" I ask after a moment of silence.

"Thank you for telling the truth. But no you can not go. I'm not done here. Now why don't you like it here?" His eyes bore into me making me uncomfortable.

I clear my throat and say "because, no one will talk to me besides to make fun of me. And I can't try out for any sports because tryouts have already passed and I have to much to catch up on anyways." He holds up his hand to stop me.

"I see. Well sadly I can not do anything about any of that. For that is for you yourself to do something about. You may go now."

I rush out the door as soon as he says that not even saying goodbye. I speed walk through the now empty halls, noises coming from a few rooms to either side of me. I hope to catch the bus on time but I know it's no use as soon as I'm outside. The cold air hits me as soon I as step outside and I shiver. I zip up my jacket and start the lonely walk home. I can't wait till I can take my car next week. I think as I walk quickly down the cold empty sidewalk. If only I hadn't been so against the move. Then my mom wouldn't have forbidden me to take my car to school. She said the bus would be a great way to meet people. She was wrong.

I get home at around three and when I walk in to the house I drop my bag by the stairs and go into the kitchen to grab a pop and a bag of chips, then I head to the living room and plop down onto the couch to watch T.V. I look at all the boxes that still need to be unpacked. Oh well I'll do it when I'm asked.

About a half an hour later my mom comes home from work. My little sister Lillyanna was with her because it was bring your kid to work day. Who would bring your kid to work when you just moved in a week ago? I don't have an answer to that.

"Garret will you start unpacking boxes?" My mom yells from the other room. I groan silently.

"Okay!" I yell back and get up. I start opening boxes and taking stuff out and putting said stuff away, asking my mom a few times where things go.

An hour later everything is mostly unpacked and my mom is going through boxes that are to go up into the attic. 

"Okay, these are all the boxes that need to go up." She says and stands up, pointing at ten or so boxes. Then she leans down and picks up two light ones and heads upstairs. I follow with a few heavier boxes. When I get up she's already climbing the ladder to the attic. I follow her again.

The attic is spacious, dark, dusty and smells like rot and mold. It looks like nobodies been up here in ages. "Mom you really want to put stuff up here?" I ask her.

"Well this is the only place to put it," then she sets down the boxes an claps her hands together to get rid of the nonexistent dirt. "Now put those over there and go get the other boxes, I'll go see about dinner." She smiles and leaves.

I hurriedly set down the boxes and go to get the others. Something about that attic creeps me out.

I can smell the food cooking as I bring the last box to the attack. I set it on the pile and look around. Now about a quarter of the space is filled with boxes. I'm about to turn and leave when I see something shine in the far corner, light shining on it through a small window.

I walk over to it and pick it up. I wipe it on my shirt to get rid of the dust and grim that has been collecting on it. How it managed to shine with all that dirt I do not know. I hold it up to the light and see a silver key chain in the shape of a tiara. What's really weird about it is that there's a black sword going through the middle of it. There is a ruby on the tip of the tiara. I reach to rub it to check if it's real but as soon as I touch it everything goes black.