Aliana Bailey and the Axe of Perun

Lake Seneca goes Kaboom!

Guys, Sorry that this chapter sucks. The rest should be better. Promise!

If I really think about it, I've had a pretty interesting life so far. I mean, how many kids can say they almost die on a daily basis, have about 8 siblings, and had to stop your mom's kidnapper from killing everyone you care about and destroying the world? Yeah, I'm just going to hope I'm the only one who can say that, other than my siblings, relatives, and friends of course.

If you're reading this and you're like me then I'm really sorry for everything you're about to go through. Reading about this kind of stuff and actually living it are two completely different things. But hey, on the bright side, we're probably related! That means I can add another person to my really, really, really long list of siblings and relatives!

On that lovely note, my name is Aliana Bailey, and I was twelve years old when my life got much, much weirder.

So basically, I live with my Aunt, Uncle, and my cousins. Let me explain.

It all started when my mom went missing. They never found the body, but she did leave a note that she might not come back, and if that was the case, then she was sorry. I don't know her name. Or how old she was.

We didn't know where my father was, so I just ended up with my Aunt Isabelle and Uncle Layton. They already had three daughters named Mallory, Lucia, and Freya. Then add met o the addition, and they had 4 young children at the same time. Their oldest, Mallory was only 6!

Whatever, I'm over it at this point. Aunt Isabelle and Uncle Layton are pretty cool too. And their daughters are like sisters to me, so that's good.

So yeah, I honestly had it pretty good. I still do, and I am well aware that my life easily could get much, much worse.

Before this whole mess, I went to school at New Pines Intermediate school in Ohio. I wasn't exactly the best student... but I wasn't the worst either. The worst thing I ever actually did was overflow all the school toilets at the same time, which flooded the bathrooms.

I got suspended for a week, but I'm just going to be grateful I didn't get expelled.

Sorry, back on topic. So, there was this New Pines 6th grade field trip we were all required to go on.

It was to Lake Seneca so we could look at and observe wildlife.

No offense, but I'm fairly sure if any swan, heron, or fish saw my class, they would run or fly away as fast as possible. We tend to be a little bit disruptive, annoying, and loud for lack of a better adjective. I'm pretty sure if I was a Herron, I wouldn't want to go near 12-year-old boys armpit farting and dipping their Cheetos in Nutella.

Pretty sure that's not a good combination when it comes to animal watching.

My Aunt Isabelle was one of the teachers coming on the trip, and if you think having a parent or guardian as your teacher is fun, it's not. They are so much stricter for you, and they force you to study more for every quiz. You can't get away with not doing homework, because they were the ones who assigned it. And they know EVERYTHING that happens in school.

There was one more teacher, who was named Mrs. Sandor. She's the science teacher, and probably one of the better teachers that I have had. She always lets us do these really cool labs that normally involve fire or chemical reactions.

To be honest, she probably shouldn't let my class in the same building as anything remotely flammable or sharp. But nothing had happened yet, so we were pretty good.

So yeah, the teachers dragged a bunch of hyperactive and obnoxious 6th graders onto a yellow school bus and told us to be quiet so the bus driver could focus. Translation, the front seat was just about silent, while the back seat was absolute chaos blasting parody music and screaming "your mom" jokes at each other.