Skye P.O.V
Ugh. Everyone was at that stuck up brat Winter's party. Ignoring that it was my birthday too. Someone once suggested that we were twins, since we were born only five minutes apart, according to the orphanage. That's right. I'm adopted. But I can't be related to Winter. I can't be. We are, how you say, polar opposites. She is popular and pretty, but dumb as a brick. Me on the other hand, is ugly, very unpopular, but smart. Very smart. I'm an 8th grader in senior classes. And people hate me for it.
Winter once tried to get me to help her. 'You can, like, tudor me!' she had said happily. My answer had been a hell no. I think my exact words were something like 'I would rather go and burn in hell than tudor you. '
As I walked in the room where I knew my friends were hiding, all five of them jumped out and yelled "SURPRISE SKYE!!!" Even though I was expecting it, it still scared me.
"Thanks guys. Really. Whay did I do to-" my sentence cut off with me falling to the ground with my hands clutching my head. I then let out a bloodcurdling scream. I could hear my friend running around, trying ti find the first-aid kit my parents always kept around the house. Suddenly I heard something. I heard it, but I knew nobody had said anything.
"Is she gonna be okay?"
"What the hell just happened?!?"
"WHERE IS THE FUCKIN ADVIL?!?"
"Omigosh what if she's actually hurt?!?"
"I have to help her. I can't let her die like this."
That last one scared me. Was I going to die here? I couldn't die here. Not like this. Then I heard someone speak.
"Uhh, Xander? Raven? Olive? Bri?" Lilac said. "You should get over here."
"HOLD ON A FUCKIN SECO-" Bri started to yell. But then she stopped. "What in the Hell is wrong with her?" What did she mean what was wrong with me?
I cracked open one of my eyes, and then closed it again because of tge brightness. But wait. The lamp was behind me. I opened mt eyes once again and struggled to sit up.
"Help me get to my room." I croaked. I felt two strong hands lift me up and carry me bridal style. I looked up, and saw it was Xander who was carrying me. My Xander...
After that, they say I passed out. And I was out for two days. But there's someting they aren't telling me. I can feel it. Something happened during those two days and they won't tell me.
-time skip a week cuz i can-
"Skye!" my mom called. "Get down here! We have something to tell you!"
"I'm coming!" I yelled back. I ran downstairs and as I ran into the kitchen, I saw a cake. A Boston Crême Cake. Anx my parents were sittend beside it, holding hands and smiling.
"Congrats honey!" my mom said. "You've been accepted into that prestigious school you signed up for!"
"But Mom," I started. "I haven't sent the application yet. It's still up in my room." A look of puzzlement crossed her face.
"Then what is this?" She asked, letting the question hang. We stood there staring at the letter for a good minute.
"Well, the only way to find out is to open it." I said. I walked over to the table and picked up the letter. As I opened it, I noticed something odd. It said 'Letter of Acceptance' but I hadn't sent anything to any schools yet. And as I read it, the first line gave me chills.
"Nylie Summer Skylar Fableton," It started.
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Should I continue this and make it a real story?
Comment either yes or no, and whether you would actuallh read this.
Much Lfy!
~Panda
