The Curse of Lyville

Chapter 1: Meeting the girls

Rosilin hated the 1st day of school (this year she was going into 7th). Even though she had an exotic name, that didn't stop her from hating dressy outfits and being a tomboy. In Rosilin's opinion, there was way too much fuss about starting a new grade. It just means more work and no free time - and it gets worse every year. Sure, she had friends, but they shared little in common with her -except that they played soccer- but even then they were careful about getting dirty. Rosilin hated looking at all the "popular" girls-especially Sylvia (the worst one of all). She practically ruled over the lesser girls. Sylvie, what she forced everyone to call her, was a complete girly-girl. But then again, Rosilin never noticed how strange her town was. 

However, Sylvie's opinion is much different than Rosilin's. Sylvia, a blonde with deep green eyes, light skin without a blemish, and a good sense of fashion, was the total opposite of Rosilin. But, surprisingly, it was not in looks. Rosilin looked exotic and beautiful, but she was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Rosilin had shimmering tan skin, turquoise eyes, chocolate brown hair that fell to her waist in luscious locks, and a strong, slender body. Yet, she got strong from her boyish nature, but what infuriated Sylvie the most was that Rosilin didn't put on makeup or put hours to make herself look that way. Instead she spent her free time running around and climbing trees. 

Sylvie presented herself as much as possible before her bus came for school. She saw that horrible Rosilin making her way over without even a touch of preparing herself. That's when she saw it. A grim shadow lurking near the edge of the forest. Sylvie jumped back in horror, almost ruining her brand new Uggs. Rosilin turned with disgust to see what had terrified the girl. Rosilin knew she wasn't hallucinating when Sylvie turned her way, confirming she had seen it too. Of course, Sylvie didn't want to make herself look bad, so she ignored Rosilin's burning stare. 

10 minutes later, Sylvie tapped her red-painted fingernails against her schedule, acknowledging she had Mrs. Sedaro for homeroom. In dread, she glanced over her shoulder and saw Rosilin had her too. Well, as Sylvie always said, "There's always more room to be chic." Rosilin went to the bathroom, Mrs. Sedaro started taking attendence. When it was Rosilin's turn, 

Sylvie stood up and said sweetly, "Rosilin prefers to be called.. Sil." 

"Sil" walked back in to be stared at with a smirk from Sylvie. Rosilin knew something had happened. "Sit down Sil." Mrs. Sedara reprimanded. Rosilin knew she had to fix things- and FAST! 

"Um...My name is Rosi, not Sil." Rosilin stammered. "Fine, ROSI, sit down." No one has time for Sylvie's pranks, Rosi thought. Rosi trudged to another boring class about history.