The part of Miranda in this story was written for my best friend Emily (cow4902) And the part of Esmerra was written for my other best friend Madison (iMovie16)Also credits to iMovie16 for giving me permission to use HER name Esmerra in my story.
Chapter 1
Lightning bolts stroke the floor as Esmerra chased Conner around the forest for telling everyone about the journal she wrote all her dreams in. Wait wait wait I know what your thinking, who's Esmerra and who's Conner and what is the book this so called Esmerra keeps all her dreams in, but most importantly your proubly wondering why their are lightning bolts striking the floor. Well you don't need to worry about all that now because that's not were it starts. So lets go back to the beginning just another day at the State of the Arts Middle School when my best friend Miranda came over to ask me who I had for fifth period. "Ugg, how many times do I have to say it. It always was and always will be Mr.Bravo." I explained for the fiftyeth time. Then I rolled my eyes in frustration just when I spotted two odd figures in the distance watching me as if they were the momma bear of a little cub; me. I told Miranda I would catch up with her later. Once she left I hurried over to the two figures that I had seen earlier just to see that they had disappeared. I thought that I was only having a houlusination but when I sawl them constantly following me around all day I couldn't do much but worry. After school I was walking with Miranda until without warning I collapsed to the floor. She rushed me to the school nurse, but while all the exitment was going on, I was just in a deep sleep. I didn't dream much but I saw the two figures that were following me around telling me they had to get me out of here because the government found out about us. Then I saw a blue light and woke up, my whole sixth period class was crowded around me. "HILLARY ,YOUR EYES!" Miranda exclaimed. "THEIR RED!" When the rest of the class saw them change color they ran out faster than a wolf pack hunting for food. To is day no one remembers exactly what happened to me, but one person, and that one person is me.
This is the story of what happened AFTER
Five years later
It was the end of the last day till summer break. The hallways were packed and kids were running rapidly to get out of the school. It was like a stampede. I'm very small so I didn't have much trouble getting through people. And once I did I immediately went to find a seat at the bus stop. In just a few minutes I was home. I walked into the door and found my 13 year old brother laying on the couch watching T.V. "Don't you have homework" I asked. "I'm done!" He replied with a sharp tone in his voice. "DONT TALK TO ME THAT WAY!!" I answered quickly. "Calm down," he said "your starting to sound like mom" I wanted to say something back, but what could I say it, was true. "Don't even bring them up!" I said in a soft but loud voice. Then he nodded and went back to his show. You might be wondering why I get so emotional when someone talks about me parents, well my parents were killed shortly after my brother was born. People thought my family was strange because we would never really come out of our house and never socialized with anyone. So, one day when we were out by the lake a small croud of people snuck up behind us and snatched my parents, my dad told me to run as far as I can from this town and that he and my mom loved me. I was to young to understand what was going on so I quietly followed them and saw something no little kid should ever experience. It was the sight of my parents being burned alive. After the dreadful sight I did exactly as I was told before I could see anything else. I grabbed my brother and ran, I found myself in a small village where a kind lady took me and my brother as her own. She protected us and gave us food until one day she got very old and sent me and my brother off with some food. I was only twelve but with all the money my parents left us with, I found a place for us to stay in no time. Shortly after that I found a school me and my brother could attend to called State of the Arts Middle School. The name was kind of a lie, considering there was and elementary there too. Now, we live in a penthouse, in Washington and I attend to Shadow Falls High School.
