Igniting the Sparks

Chapter 1 - Alyssa

Hi guys! It's Alex. So basically, Emily hasn't been on in a year so I took up the role of rewriting thie story! Hopefully it turns out good, I don't think it'll turn out very good. XD

Bye everyone! <3

XxX Alex

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Alyssa's POV

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"I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT

I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT

I LIKE TO...MOVE IT!"

My eyes slowly creep open as I wake up to the sound of my phone alarm. My IPhone is blaring music from the speakers and right into my eardrums. That's a nice way to start the day, isn't it? Luckily I'm a morning person, but Kristin isn't...

You should just see her. Even at the slightest touch when she's sleeping, she wil go all ninja on your butt. Not good times...Trust me, I know. I've experienced it the hard way around.

Well if you're wondering why I'm not waking myself up is because I have a job as a ski instructor up on the montain. I need the money for college. Desperately.

But, hehe butts, anyways let me introduce myself first odd. My name is Alyssa Ariella Adams. AAA. A battery name as well as my initials. My birthday is on the 27th of June in 1994, so I am roughly 18 years old. My parents died with me at a young age, Kristin - my BFFL - took me in. Both of us moved into our own house, in Portland, but deep inside I want to travel over the world. Kristin and I are getting a long pretty well money wise. As I said earlier, I am a ski instructor and Kristin is a cafe owner. We don't have the best jobs in the world, but both of them pay minimum wage for us.

I carefully slip out of my warm bed, shivering at the touch of the cold air, and dress warmly for the morning before locking the door and leaving the house. I throw my hand into the rain, and hail a taxi. The cab carefully slides over towards the sidewalk, and I climb in. The cab driver and I drive in silence up to Mt. Hood. I honestly do not get why people say that they hail a taxi. It kind of sounds like you are praying for it or something. GET DOWN ON THE SIDEWALK AND PRAY. Bwahaha.

It's going to be a very long day, nothing different. It's been like this for about a month now, and nothing has every changed. My standard routine: Wake up, go to Mt. Hood, go home, eat, maybe hang out, and then start the day all over again. I really need something to brighten up my life. SAVE ME TONIGHT!!!

(A/N: Emily: Save You Tonight? Get it? The song? Nah nevermind)

The forty minute drive finally ends. Before I even step out of the cab door, I hear donzens - hundreds - of screams. The heck? Is The Wanted here? Is One Direction here? Is My Chemical Romance here? HAS MICHAEL JACKSON RISEN FROM THE DEAD?! I hope so...but we're not exactly in a graveyard. I open the door, but I can't open it all the way. A group of fans is outside, screaming wildly, and they are shouting curses at me. I attempt to open it again, and this time the fans move out of the way. The cold air of the mountain hits my face, and I feel my temperature drop instantly. The snow makes its way through my air, and I feel my breath almost freeze. Hundreds of fans crowd the way to the gates, and I have to pry my way through the crowd. Once I do pry my way through the crowd, I meet my boss at the gates of the ski place. I wave my hand wildly in the air in attempt to get his attention to save me. Thankfully, it manages to work.

My boss holds out his hand and pulls me out from the crazy screaming girls. "Thank god you're here Aly! These girls showed up randomly this morning." My boss sighs, running a hand through his black and gray hair. Poor dude.

I pat his shoulder awkwardly before opening up the gates and stepping inside. There are quite a few people. We probably hit the maximum number of people today, which is about two hundred people. I grasp my favorite skis and ski poles and carefully stride to my group. I usually teach little kids. Fun right? Haha, no.

"Hey kids," I say wearily. Those screaming girls took away all of my strength, and I feel almost like a walking zombie from the Walking Dead. Suddenly, my phone decides to blare out a familiar song.

"Hey girl Im waitin on ya, Im waitin on ya

Common and let me sneak you out"

I thought I turned that thing off?! Ugh. "Sorry kids." As I apologize to them, I swipe out my phone and turn it off. But the thing is, it's not my phone. Hmm weird.

"Well then, let's get to work then shall we?"

*****10 minute break*****

It's official to say, that I am absolutely worn out. These kids slide everywhere! I deserve a hot chocolate, and a cup of coffee! I slip off my skis and leave them along with my skiing poles on the bench before speed walking towards the hot chocolate stand inside the large building. A person wearing a green coat is already there, seeming very suspicious. OOOH GREEN! But he better not steal any hot chocolate...

"Hello there," says the creepy dude, in a British accent, covering his face with the coat. Underneath the coat he is wearing a ski mask and a black beanie. Okay, so he's a guy, likes green, and he's British. Odd combo if you ask me...

"Hello Mr. Green Coat," I nod, and ask for my order to the hot chocolate lady. She just sends both of us a weird look as she prepares my hot chocolate. "You going to show your face?" Mr. Green Coat laughs and then shakes his head.

"5.99," says the lady at the counter as we trade. I hand her over a ten dollar bill, and she just shoots up her eyebrow towards me.

"Keep the change," I smile, sipping on my hot chocolate very slowly. She does, and this time I turn to Mr. Green Coat. "Well then, may I ask you another question Mr. Green Coat?"

"You just did," says the man, a smirk spreading across his face.

"You know what I mean," I grumble. The man smiles, and eventually nods towards me. Grr! Why does he have to wear ski goggles?! Wait, what was my question...what?! DANG IT. GOSH POO. "Well, uhm, I kinda forgot my question." A blush slowly rises up my cheeks, and I attempt to hide it with my snow coat.

The man just smirks, and looks over my shoulder. Now it's his turn to blush. I am about to turn around to see who it is, but the man starts to talk again which makes me halt in my tracks.

"Sorry," apologizes the man, nodding towards me. "I gotta go, see you around." The man mumbles something else afterwards, and then dashes off. People these days...

My eyes dat towards the clock on the wall, and I see that I'm late. Five minutes late to be exact. When I reach my station, the kids are just fooling around. Some actually managed to learn how to ski on their own while I was gone on break.

"Good job guys," I congratulate. I decide to let them do whatever they want for the rest of the class period. I honestly can't be bothered to do anything right now. I'm suck an awesome teacher, huh? Carefully I look around before spotting Mr. Green Coat chatting with someone else this time. I stare intently at the person he is talking with. It's...Liam Payne? Mr. Green Coat carefully takes off his hat and shakes off his hair. He's...Harry Styles! So maybe that's why LWWY was playing earlier...They were singing it? Wait...back the fire truck up! BEEP BEEP BEEP. I just talked to Harry Edward Milward Syles...oh dear lord...