The Mystic ones- Book one- The Red Sun ~*ON HOLD*~

The Mystic Ones- Chapter 1

Chapter 1- I learn a lesson

     My heart was pounding. My mind was racing. I was hyperventilating and gripping the old grey leather couch. I looked around and managed to cough out, “Sarah!” My eyes were rolling behind my head and my insides were going cold. Sarah, a girl with flamey red hair, baggy jeans, and a black T- shirt rushed out and lifted me up. She put the inhaler to my mouth and pressed it as I inhaled. I felt like the life was returning to my body and my insides warming up again as she did it a second time. When I had regained most of my strength, and was able to stand, she put my inhaler in my back pocket and walked me to my bed. I sat down with a thud, and she raised the blankets over me as I put my head to the pillow. Sarah was like a second mother to me, and stuck with me through everything.  I looked at her tired face as she poured me a glass of water. I kind of felt bad, for her. And how she had to not only work most of the day, but when she returned had to take care of me, making her a whole different level of tired, and do it again the next day. Sometimes, I even with I was never born. She puts her hand to my back, and I raise my body, pushing me up. Sarah put the glass of water to my lips and sipped it up gently. When half the glass was gone, I lay back down as she puts the glass of water back on the small wooden Side-Table I had gotten for my bedroom on Christmas, along with a Encyclopedia. She turns to me and folds her hand on the side of the bed. She looks at me deeply; her blue eyes seem to be reading my mind. I look at the side of the bed, trying to avoid her eyes. “Alara, Don’t ever do that again.” I shuffled uneasily in my bed and she put her hand on my shoulder. “I love you, and you know, Heather would’ve been proud-“I didn’t giver her enough time to finish. I was angry about how much she tried to put me up, even when she knew it wasn’t going to happen. “Proud of what?!” I yelled. “Proud of some freak who has asthma since birth, and goes into shock whenever she dances too hard?! I am not happy with my self, Sarah! Why can’t you see that?” She sighed and hugged me. “I was so emotional, I hugged back. I was sobbing, literally weeping, into her shoulder. That was a very sad night.  

     The next day at school, the inhaler was tucked in the back pocket of my jeans as I walked to class. I sat down in my seat and put my bag on the floor. I took a quick breath of my inhaler and stuffed it in my shoulder bag. I groaned as I saw the schedule. Today was Gym. I hated Gym, because whenever I had Gym, I couldn’t participate because of my Asthma and the boys would either laugh aloud, or giggle like immature little girls. So as usual, I sit there, with my hand on my cheek, listening to the boring lecture about Egyptians from my Social Studies teacher, Mr. Florin. He would walk around blabbering mummies this, curses that, and not even take one look around to see kids drooling, sleeping, or reading some crazy Manga novel about Buff guys who have super powers and fight aliens from another galaxy. I was the only one who even still had my eyes open. I looked around and saw a small, rat like, thing scamper across the room. It was so fast; you couldn’t even see it correctly. I tried to make it out as it ran across the room, and only managed to see the tips of its whiskers. It ran right across the front of Mr. Florin, and he was so interested into his Egyptians lecture himself, he didn’t notice. It stopped right in front of me and bared its teeth. You see, I was terrified- More like Petrified of rats and mice. I’m not a girly-Girl, but these things are scary. But, as it bared its teeth, its eyes seemed to tell me something, not an ‘I want to eat you’ look, But a, ‘help me’ look.  You must think I’m crazy, me putting some weird rat I didn’t know in my back pack, but, I felt absolutely sure

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     I walked into the Girl’s bathroom and ran into a stall. I closed the toilet lid and sat on it, hearing small squeaking noises from my bag. I zipped open my bag and the rat ran out, looking up at me with great appreciation. I stared back into the rats eyes and heard, “Thank you, Thank you!” I jumped back and the rat cocked his head. Had I really just heard a voice in my head, or was it really the rat? The rat scampered up the toilet seat and I seemed to understand it, and took a step closer. The rat pointed to the stall door, then back up at the ceiling with its tail. I watched, trying my best to understand. “What? You, you want to tell me something?” I watched hopelessly as it tired itself out, pointing to the ceiling, then back at the door, ceiling, and then door. I sighed and stood. But then, the rat looked deep into my eyes again and heard the voice. “The Mystic ones! They will help!” I took the rat gently by the tail and put it in the front pocket of my shoulder bag. I looked at the small window each classroom had and saw Mr. Florin still walking back and forth, the small Egyptian book with notes and symbols held close to his heart, his eyes closed as he chanted some sort of Egyptian song. I figured, yeah, sure. I slip in, put my bag down, sit in my seat, and wait until the periods over. Sure. So I ran in. but then, unexpectedly, he opened his eyes to finally take a glance around, or that’s what I thought, and caught me dead in the air with the shoulder bag frozen against my shoulder. He stepped forward and, and a hand was stretched out. His fingers seemed to be in a flexed position, and He was staring me down, a cold ice in his eyes. What was going on? Why the heck was I frozen?

     As he walked towards me, his eyes weren’t normal. They were icy blue, and they seemed to pierce through my soul as they stared me down. I tried to run, but I was frozen in the air, and the only thing I could move was my eyes. I’m done. I said to myself. That guy is a killer of some sort who’s learned magic freezing powers. He seemed to wave one finger down and I fell to the ground. My bag flew to him right when I was falling when he pulled the air. He unzipped it and grabbed out the rat crudely. He squeezed it with one hand and chanted some sort of spell, his other hand curved over the rat’s head. All the anger and hate I had against rats disappeared. I had gotten so angry; I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore. I began to chant weird words that sounded as if my tongue was tangled; then, I waved my hands up, and threw them down. Nothing happened at first, but suddenly, faint buzzes can be heard outside the school. The rat looked at me and let out muffled squeaks, and tried to scurry away with all its might. I was furious. I was fuming. I felt like pushing him into flames. I pushed my hand forward and let out a loud battle cry, and the bees came pouring in, thousands of them, Heading straight towards Mr. Florin. They swept him straight off his feet and formed a ball around him as they carried him out the window. The loud buzzing hurt my ears, and everything was faint for a minute. I picked up the unconscious rat and placed him in my bag. I opened it a little, giving him some air to breath. My ankle hurt, from falling from the air recklessly. I limped out the classroom, and the whole school, was deserted.