Destined-Drake Chronicles

Part 3

This chapter was written by Ellie Patridge

The Drake Chronicles is owned by Alyxandra Harvey

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Abc = The Book : )

Abc = Me! Or Lucy or whatever

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Lucy POV

When I woke up, I was on the floor of the drake's lounge. Sol was peering down at me, and so was Quinn.

"Come on, Luce," Sol said to me. She pulled me up and pushed me into a chair "We're going to read them!"

"Who's first?" Logan asked.

"Lucy!" my best friend said excitedly. I shook my head.

"No, Quinn can; he seems more excited than me."

"Which one's first?" he asked.

"This one," Logan said, shoving a book at him. "Go."

"Prologue," Quinn began, sitting down and relaxing into a chair. "Lucy. Friday, early evening.

Normally, I wouldn't have been caught dead at a field party.

If you'll pardon the pun.

This was a supreme sacrifice on part of my best friend, Solange, who was having a really bad day, which was about to turn into a really bad week. Her sixteenth birthday was coming up, and we weren't talking a new car and a pink dress for her sweet sixteen.

Not in her family."

"Definitely not," Nicholas muttered from his place on the chair furthest away from me. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt, could I?

"Anyway," Quinn said. "This wasn't much better, though.

She was standing in the middle of a field, trying to drink cheap wine," that earned a few glares from Helena, "and pretend that she didn't want to be anywhere but here. The music was passable but that was about all it had to recommend it. The cars were parked in a wide circle, the sun setting behind the trees with all the colours of a blood orange pulled to pieces. Practically my entire high school was here; there wasn't much else to do on one of the last weekends before school started. People danced and flirted,"another glare from Helena, "in a sea of baseball caps and faded denim. Someone burped loudly.

"This was such a bad idea," I muttered.

Solange smiled softly, abandoning her plastic cup on the hood of someone's rusty old truck.

"It was a nice thought."

"It was stupid," I admitted. She'd just looked so sad, lately."

"Aw," Solange interrupted. "You're being surprisingly sweet."

"Yeah, yeah. Read."

"I'd hoped a complete change of pace might distract her from all that worrying. Instead, it made me want to bare my pitifully human teeth at the rowdies."Almost everybody in the room chuckled.