The Tempest Spell

Chapter 1

Unless.
She stared at the tattoo across her own back. A tattoo she didn't want, didn't pay for and didn't get. But it was there in big letters, under a trail of stars, a tattoo she had gotten the first time she tried to get the word removed.
"It isn't made of ink" the tattoo artist exclaimed, named Beatrice, she had no filter, but was an amazing artist and friend of Nova's. " There is nothing I can do" running her hand over the tattoo "it's almost like a birthmark"
"I have had it since I was born" she had snorted a response
"Is there anything else I can do for you since you're here?"
Nova hadn't wanted to leave empty handed and she had seen Beatrice do a line of stars up someone's back while waiting, so she left with a trail of stars under the word. She went to many more parlors after, but always got the same answer. Its. Not. Ink.She was tried of it but she never left empty handed. Because of that tattoo, and trying to get it reoved se had gotten a boy reachig up for balloons flying awayon her left ankle, a knife on the left side of her waist in a holstier, made to look like it was made out of her skin, the iluminati symbol on her right ankle, and many more. She also left with piercings, like a nose ring, and some studds in her eye brows. That her mom not only hated but sent her to therapists for.

"flush!"

Nova slip her shirt back to place as her biker friend, Shasta, comes out of the gas station bathroom stall and washes her hands 

"thanks for waiting" she says drying her hands as she put's back on her leather jacket "these restrooms are disgusting."

"no prob."

They walk out of the restroom to find the gang waiting by their bikes 

"God you take long" Jax complains "I was about to make Miskit go and find you."

Jackson, or Jax, as we call him, is kind of, the Alpha, if we were a wolf pack that would make me Omega. The rest of our group includes Shasta, Missy, or Miskit, Kaz, Nyx, and Aslan. we are like a modern version of the Jets or the Greasers. 

"Lay off" Nova snorts, and tastes something familiar on her tounge, something she hadn't tasted in forever since the Popular kids, a more modern version of the Soc's, took it over. The perfect mix of ice cream, milk and whipped cream. A milkshake. She made up her minds "who wants milkshakes?"

The group smirks knowing her plan and was off in 27 seconds, and in 1 mintue thanks to the highway they had claimed along with every single cas station, and camping lot.

"grrrrr" "bam!"

Nova checked her motor cycle it was still growing as usaull then counted heads, it was just thunder.

"ugh!" she says as it started to rain, then pour.

"Pull over? camping site 1/4 of a mile back" Miskit talked through the group chat we always had set up on the road.

"No way! we've driven in the rain before!" Jax protested.

"guys check the weather" Nyx explained.

" I want milk shakes!" She frowned getting soaked.

"guys" Nyx warned.

"we still can!" Aslan said taking my side.

"maybe not" Shast says sadly.

Sirens ring. 

"what now! its just a storm!" Nova cmplained as cars sped up and exited the high way.

"GUYS!!!" Nyx yells.

we all yell "WHAT!" 

"get off the high way now" he says frustrated yet calm.

I look behind me a tornado was forming miles back but would reach us faster then we could save our selves. One big thing was clear now. Milkshakes will have to wait.