Fate's Assistant

1: The day everything went wrong

The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside of us while we live.

-Unknown

Hey guys. This is my first work in teen fiction so please don't be afraid to point out any mistakes. Hope you enjoy the first chap of Fate's Assistant.

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*Bells ring, bringing the school to an end*

"Finally the bloody bell rang. Another minute and my brain would have exploded all over the place," Amy said, irritated as she shoved her math textbook and notepad into her neon backpack.

"Language Amy! Math is just numbers I don't know why you hate it so much," Phillip said, rolling his eyes at his best friend's attitude towards his favorite subject.

"People are entitled to hate whatever they want Phil. Stop being such a nerd," Amy fired back, a little harsher than she intended.

"It's because of people like you that there are so many haters these days. I would rather be a nerd than a hater like you," Phillip bit back with the same vigor.

"Guys, that's enough for today. No more bickering," Brianna sighed for the hundredth time. She loved her best friends but they could be a handful at times.

"But he-she started it!" Phillip and Amy said simultaneously.

"Come on, we are going to miss the bus," Brianna said, getting up to leave.

Amy and Phillip followed her silently but not before making faces at each other.

"Bri, are you going to the rink today?" Amy asked, once all of them were seated comfortably in their school bus.

"Yup, I'll be practicing pretty late tonight. I can't believe the regionals is this week! Time just seems to slip away in a blink of an eye," Brianna said, excited and nervous at the same time.

"Be careful not to over do it Bri. Just take it slow this week. I'm sure you're gonna rock the judges off their feet," said Phillip, a big smile spread across his freckled face.

"Don't worry Phil, I'll be careful. So, what about you guys? The usual?" Brianna asked, looking at her friends.

"I have football practice. The cheer quad came up with a new routine so they want our opinion on it. What do you say Phil? Wanna come check out beautiful girls doing aerobics?" Amy asked, winking at Phillip.

"I'll pass. Have cello practice today. I'm not gonna miss that for a bunch of caked up girls in skimpy outfits," Phillip said, dismissing the idea like it was the plague.

"Philly, you're fifteen not eighty five. You're supposed to be looking at pretty girls in revealing clothes and do other teenage "guy" stuff," Amy said, emphasizing on the word guy.

"Exactly, we are fifteen. We aren't kids anymore to be acting like some petty horny retards who don't know what to do with life. Three years and we will be shipped off to college," Phillip said, in his parental tone that pissed off Amy every time he used it.

"Can we not have an argument every five seconds? Like, when did you two start bickering so much? Aren't we supposed to be childhood besties?" Brianna asked, sensing another quarrel coming up. Phillip and Amy would always get along great but recently they seemed to be at each other's necks all the time.