The Unfortunate Life of Ms. Cheyenne Stetson

The Mysterious Stranger

A.N: OK! Hello! So this is my first story on Wattpad. Bear in mind, this is *severely* unedited and I have no idea where this story is going, so I would really appreciate the feedback... So here it is and enjoy!

I didn't imagine dragons could exist. Sure, I believed it when I was five, but I was FIVE. Hello! My name is Cheyenne Stetson, and my life started out fine, chugging along the train tracks. Until one day when I relized that I had hit a rock and was about to blow up on the side of the road. I have two friends, that's it. There names are Merrick and Nate. 

"Well go on then, pick it up." Said Merrick. I reached my had into the pocket and pulled out the piece of baking parchment, I couldn't bring myself to unfold it.

"Unfold it, Cheyenne. Do it. I dare you!" I looked at Nate and started giggling because he was grinning at me like the little twerp he is.

"Fine but if I die, then tell my dog I love him."

"Seriously? Your dog? Not your friends? Your family? Really?"

"I have no family." I said coldly until I realized how it sounded. "And you guys are just a bunch of no-good geeks that do nothing productive." They laughed at that, and I opened the parchment, finding three clear gems encased into the letter.

"Wow fancy, now read the freaking baking sheet already!" Nate leaned in curiously while Merrick proceeded to yell at me.

I cleared my throat and began: "Hey guys. Meet me at Hanover and Third tonight at midnight. DON'T be late or this won't work. Trust me...please. I can't tell you what I am doing until we get there. If you are not Chyenne, Nathaniel, or Marrick please burn this letter. The rest is really messy, someone else try to read it." My dyslexia caught up to me, don't blame me! Merrick grabbed the parchment and continue reading.

"Don't forget, tonight at midnight on Hanover and Third intersection. Don't tell anyone you are going. Thank you... Jack."

"Jack?" Nate asked

"That's what it says... I'm just reading what it says."

"Should we go?" I asked.

"Uh... no? Have you ever even talked to this guy, Chye? I mean, really. Nobody knows who he is!"

"I say we should go, I mean it can't hurt."

"Yes it could. It really could. We live in the city, do you think it isn't. He's probably some creep that just wants to kill us and mount our heads on walls."

"Wow that's deep."

"Deeper than your skull."

"How is that even an insult? My skull is plenty... deep."

"Guys, stop it. A senior just came up to us and asked us if we would meet in the creepiest intersection at midnight and you just want to talk about how deep your skull is." Merrick put some reason into the situation.

"Well it's not like we're going... right?" I glanced at Nate

"I think we should. I mean, he sounded sincere enough for a guy that speaks to no one. I'm going. My apartment is above it too. I can just say I am taking out the trash or something."

"Well you're not going alone. I'll go. And by the way, taking out the trash at midnight is a bit suspicious, don't you think?" Merrick was the brains in this operation, I think me and Nate would be dead without him.

"Well, why can't we just all stay at Nate's house, I mean, he is the closest to the intersection and if we're up at midnight and having a sleepover, no one will question us." It seemed reasonable, I hope. I didn't want to leave these two potheads alone with noone to protect them. No offence, but they weren't the best fighters in the world, physically or verbally.

"Sure. I'll email my mom during my study hall. You guys do the same and I'll see you tonight." The bell rang, and I packed up the remnants of my lunch and walked to science.

I sat in the back of the class as always, and no one sat next to me. Though today someone did sit next to me. The only senior in the class, Jack with his hoodie up.

"Are you coming, you and your 'boyfriends?'"

"They are not my boyfriends. And yes. You aren't coming armed are you?"

"Even if I was, would I tell you? No. And no. I am not." I caught a glance of his ice-blue eyes, they were concerned, scared and wide as if he had just failed his SAT. He got up and left, leaving me wondering.

The rest of the day was a blur. As much as my teachers tried, I wouldn't pay attention. I kept on thinking about those icy blue eyes and his words to us. 'Trust me, please.' Should we have? This is a really bad idea, I could feel it. But, I am too much of a coward to say no. 

I really want to change Nate and Merrick's names. Leave suggestions if you can. (I don't think anybody is going to make it this far anyways, this story sucks. But whatever.)