Apprentice Dust

When a imaginative girl tries out for apprenticeship for a library owner she finds that appearances aren't always what they seem. And now she has to tackle a quest of courage, sacrifice and luck.

~Prologue~

I guess you could say i was born into a normal family. Dad works at an auto shop, stay at home mom, older brother and younger sister. I'm the middle child, i wouldn't complain, it has its pro's and cons. Although, somehow i was different. My older brother had video games and comics and my little sister had Barbies and Brat dolls. Whilst i wanted to go look for Trolls, Fairies and Elves and the occasional Gnome, but they're grumpy old folks so i let them be. I always wondered why i turned out differently. I will never know why i guess.

When I was in 6th grade or so, I would wear these Hippy Boho jackets that were long and had long pointed hoods. (I still do) and boys and girls would taunt me insistently. Calling me harsh names like "Freak" "Weirdo" and other nonsense. I never understood why i didn't feel the need to be like them, i never wanted to slather make up on my face, never wanted to impress boys (although that changed up until i was 14) and never wanted to wear the designer clothes that everyone seemed to have. I just wanted to be me.

After middle school i really toughened up, i didn't drop my beliefs in "mythical" creatures but i toughened up. When i moved onto High school i found that i couldn't get good grades even if i tried my hardest. That's why i asked if i could become an apprentice to the old local librarian (He also does blacksmithing on the side) His name is Mr. Elementar, he deserves to be treated with respect in my eyes, but everyone calls him a kooky old fool because he's tall, lanky, and has big deep silver eyes that you could see a mile away. I chose him because i feel like we would get a long nicely. But i was half expecting him to accept my request, other girls have requested to be an apprentice for him but he's declined all of them. So i didn't have much hope, i mean why would he choose me?

~Chapter 1~

Today is the last day of school until its summer vacation. The only thing i want more then anything right now, is to get through this day with out some insulting comment or a teacher arguing with me. All i want is peace and quite. I want to be unseen. But that isn't going to happen because i see Savannah king striding towards me with her clique. Let me tell you, she is NOT popular. She just acts like she is. The most popular girl in our school is Charlotte Brooks, but she's nice unlike Savannah. 

One look from Savannah tells me i'm going to get a Tsunami of insults especially since its the last day. I prepare my armor for combat (hypothetically speaking). I keep on walking and as soon as i'm in hearing distance, i hear her casually say to one of her clique buddies that i'm a filthy worthless pile of trash. I brush it off and avoid her to get to my Math class. 

I get to my class with ease. As i sit down at my desk i hear a inflatable whoopee cushion burp as i put my weight on it. I sigh and reach under to pull it out. The class erupts with laughter as they think i have farted. I stand up and walk over to Josh Caesar's desk and drop it on his binder. "I think you've misplaced this" He's laughing with his buddies until i drop it on his desk. Then he smugly looks at me. "I didn't lose anything, maybe a fairy flew and put it on your chair" Everybody erupts with laughter again. "Ha, yeah so hilarious i'm laughing my a*s off" I fire back."Hey, hey! No need for that kind of language June" i hear Mr. Brunner (my Irish math teacher) say from the front of the class. "Yeah June bug, why don't you go sit back down and draw some unicorns" He high fives his best friend Noel, very proud of his comeback. I sit back down and stare out the window. 

I usually brush this type of hatred off but for some reason i feel extra sensitive today, maybe because there will be an eclipse tonight. I always had this belief that something will happen when the moon moves over the sun. I've noticed people act a little differently then they usually do when such a spiritual thing occurs. I become aware that Mr Brunner is talking about decimals. I'm OK at decimals but not great. I'm still a little rusty on where to place them. 

I grab my green Celtic bag and search for my tiny bottle of Lavender oil. I reach all the way down until i feel rough fabric which means i am at the bottom. I run my hands across the bottom and i still can't find it. I look up to find Josh smiling at me holding up my Lavender bottle. "Looking for this?" I'm not surprised he took it from my bag considering i sit next to him. He takes things from my bag frequently. I once had a pouch of crystal's he stole and smashed right in front of my eyes. I was very sad that day because i had received them as a birthday present. 

"Give it" I say trying to pry it from his hands. "Ah, ah whats the magic word?" He says with a glint of mischief in his eyes. I raise my hand. "Mr. Brunner you could tell Josh to give my bottle back?" I say with pleading eyes. Mr. Brunner looked at Josh with a tired look and says "Look Josh, its the last day and we are all worn out by this year now give June her bottle back". Josh's smile fades away into a grimace and chucks the bottle on my desks which makes it shatter. "Whoops" He says smugly. "Ugh, I got that for Christmas!" I say-flustered. "Why don't you ask your troll of a dad to buy you some more?" He announces to the class. Everybody stares to see what i would do next. That's it! He has crossed over the line way to many times. I have had enough. I pull back my fist and sock him right in the eye. Everybody gasps. "June Knight!" Mr Brunner says with a thick Irish accent. The room feels like its spinning but i compose myself. "You little b***h!" He yells. "That is ENOUGH! Josh go to the nurse, and as for you Miss Knight you are heading straight for the principle" Mr. Brunner shouts. "Grab your things and get out of my classroom" He says more calmly this time. 

At this point my knuckles are blazing with pain i quickly ignore it. I grab my book and my binder and shove it all in my bag. I have my bag and my coat hand n' hand. My classmates are still watching me like vultures like they haven't gotten a good meal in years.  

Author's Note

Please be nice, its my first time writing on this website, i do wish for constructive criticism. Please all i want is no hate, people make mistakes and that's human nature, but you don't have to be mean about it.