The Revealed: Awakening
Jenna
I walk over to the full length mirror in my room. Sorry, I forgot to mention my name is Jenna Pierce, I’m 16.
I’ve lived with my grandmother since I was eight; my parents died in a forest cabin fire, speaking of living with grandma we just moved from Nebraska to Utah.
Anyways, I look at myself in the mirror; long, straight auburn hair, sea glass green eyes and rose red lips. I’ll also be starting a new school today, Salt Lake High. Looking over at the cream dresser in my room I notice a jean skirt and a sheer burgundy blouse; blouses, sheer and skirts aren’t necessarily my thing, I throw it in the hamper and put on one of my plain white T-shirts, black cotton shorts and converse; put my hair up in a high ponytail, brush my teeth and leave before Grandma can wake up.
As I drive into the student parking with my 1998 Maxima looking around for the Sophomore parking and see parking and see all the 2012 vehicles; Great, I think to myself I’ve been here only two minutes and I’m already a loser. I park the dinosaur and quickly rush into the building.
The school is huge, zesty lemon yellow lockers, mahogany doors and floors and blue painted bricks covering every inch of the school, It’s starting to look like more of a prep school than a public school. As I make my way to the main office to pick up my schedule I feel a shoulder practically knock mine out of place. Whoever she is, she quickly turns around and a shower of chocolate ringlets follow her, She looks at me with a pair of icy blue eyes, I can almost see kindness in them when she says
“ You know you should really watch where your going.” And she walks away with a flip of her hair and seven other pristine faces following behind her. I gaze after them as they disappear down the hall. The main office, that’s where I’m supposed to be going I tell myself as I blink back into reality.
My first class is biology, I walk into the classroom and there she is again the girl with the cold , icy glare and the curly hair. I force myself not to make any type of eye contact . But, as soon as I take my seat the teacher calls me up and I feel eight stinging glares slice me from the inside , out.
Zoey
“ Everyone this is Jenna Pierce, She just moved here from Nebraska and I want you all to give her all to give her a nice Salt Lake High welcome.” Ms. Zyolie told the whole class but got silence as her reply.
“ That means get up and spark sometime of conversation with her.” She said sitting down at her cluttered desk.
“ Ms. Zyolie this is biology not sociology.” I tell her walking up to her desk, placing my hands on the only clear spot on her desk.
“ Well in that case, Ms. Chase I’m sure Jenna will need a tour guide for these next couple of weeks and you, little miss attitude WILL be that tour guide.” she said motioning Jenna towards her desk
“Jenna this is Zoey, and she will be showing you around for the next couple of weeks.” Ms. Zyolie said in her sweet country accent.
“ oh, no thank you , I don’t think I’ll need one of these.” She said in a petite, childlike voice
“Ms. Pierce you need what I say you need, Plus Zoey here said she would love to show you around this wonderful school.” She said intertwining her hands and placing her heart shaped head on them.
“ Yes ma’am.” we both said in unison, then hurried back to our desk
The class went on and on. But, after a couple times of showing where Jenna was supposed to be ( which was surprisingly in all of my classes) it was time for lunch; a time
I could see my friends a time I could actually get away from Jenna, or so I thought.
Jenna
I followed Zoey down to the lunch room and, watched as she grabbed a bunch of greens adding ripe tomatoes, olives, bell peppers and other usual things you would put in a salad. While we make our way down the lunch line I stare down at my plate of high in fat French Fries, drenched in chili and cheese ’mmmmm’ I think to myself.
Zoey and I part our ways as we finish getting our lunch. I find my way to an empty table and start to eat but I can feel Zoey and all of her friends watching me from across the cafeteria, I want to jump up and leave so badly; But, doing that would only give her the satisfaction since I’m sure she’s been wanting me out of her hair the whole day. As I continue to eat my lunch I still feel the daggers of their staring plunging into my gut. I feel my face start to burn as if I’m in 108 degree weather and I feel my face turning redder than cherries a I continue to chew on my French fries.
A couple go minutes go by and their fiery daggers never go away just get more and more painful as the lunch period goes on. I can’t take it anymore, I pick up my tray of half eaten French fries and throw everything away I go get my backpack and speed walk out of the café’ still feeling their eyes as I walk out.
Zoey
There’s something different about her, something awkward and unusual; I can’t quite put my finger on it but something’s there. I know it and I can feel it. Anyway off the Jenna topic, My name is Zoey Chase, I have a twin brother named Matt Chase, I’ve got a rosy complexion, bright icy blue eyes, shoulder length; chocolate brown curls, pink rose lips and deep dimples. And I’m a source, a source is a witch with its own, individual power mine is, I somewhat control the cycle of Life and Death. I keep thinking about Jenna I have to figure out what it is that is different about her but have to figure it out .
“ Zoey,” Laurelie says and I quickly snap my attention to her
“ We need to figure out who that ninth member is and figure it out ASAP we’re not going to stand a chance on what ever the voice told me in my dream.
Laurelie had a dream last week saying something was terrible was coming and we can either defeat it or take our last breath when it comes.
“ Look, Laurelie I know you’ve told me over a thousand times I know what I have to do and I’m trying as hard as I can but, you don’t see any sources walking around this school and if they are here they’ve already died as quickly as they came.” and then it finally hit me Jenna is a source, that’s what is separating her from everyone else in this school, That’s making her awkward and unusual
“ I think I know who our source is…. It’s Jenna she the source.
