::Spiritmaster:: [[Chapter I-part one]] ~Be Careful What You Wish For~

This is the First chapter in a novel I'm currently writing. ITS REALLY LONG, like a chapter in a novel. Hopefully it's not too long, I think its a little short. O_o

Chapter I " Be Careful What You Wish For~

 

My whole life I had wished for some excitement from my boring existence. I prayed that something would happen but nothing ever did. I was reduced to going by my everyday routine with no hope of change. I would start the day by smacking the annoying alarm clock that was given to me by my adopted mother (She liked to think she knew what teenagers wanted for their birthdays). Then it would be off to the shower and a steaming bowl of Oatmeal (and yes, this was everyday). After that I would catch the bus or choose to walk to school; my only spontaneous action of the day, Bus or Walk? School would drone on and on most days and then it would be time to work, a Café. Since work was ten miles away from school and a little bit further from my home I took the bus. Work didn’t last that long but oddly enough it was the only consistency I enjoyed in my day. My mother would come pick me up and after dinner I would finish my homework before retiring to bed. It was like this every day.

 

“Meow!....Mmmeh-rowl! Mew…” Even before I opened my eyes I could feel the sun rays across my skin. I tried to recall the last time I opened my curtains. “Meeeeowl!” I sat up ready to strike that alarm clock but in its place was a large tabby, sitting perfectly. He bent to lick himself and when he realized I still hadn’t moved, he meowed again.

I had seen cats before, but never in my home. My mother was deathly allergic. I could see her swell up, breaking out with violent red spots. With that image in my head I jumped out of bed, grabbing the tabby and began racing around my room. I couldn’t take him through the house; his hair would get everywhere and would inevitable kill my mother. I ran to the window, I couldn’t dump him out the window; my room was on the second floor.

“MEOW!” He murred, he seemed to become rather irritated.

“Ok, Mr. Kitty.” I set him down and looked around. There had to be something I could do. Then I got an idea. I ran to my bathroom got a towel and ran back to my room. The cat was right back to where it had started, meowing on my night stand where he had knocked my rooster alarm clock on the floor. I noticed one of the eyes had burst from its face, but that may have been all the abuse I had paid it each morning. I grabbed the kitty with the towel and wrapped it pretty thoroughly and charged for the hallway. The kitty was struggling and meowing against me. I hugged it tighter to me, trying to muffle its sounds until I could let it outside. My door slammed against the wall upon exiting causing my mother to peak her head out of the kitchen.

“Honey, are you alright?” She called, flour smeared over her face and apron.

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” I replied as I took two stairs at a time.

“You in a hurry, what are you doing?” She asked and stepped out of the kitchen.

“I, ah, I’m taking out my trash real quick.” I said. I pulled open the front door and almost screamed. A spider the size of a toddler’s hand had made a web along the top of the door frame. I ducked under it and closed the door. I ran around the side of the house. “Now, Mr. Kitty, it was for your own good, mother may have injured you if she found out. Please don’t hurt me when I release you.” I pleaded with the struggling lump in the towel.

“MEROOOOOOOOWL!” It hollered. I set it on the ground and ripped the towel away. The cat landed, you guessed it, on its feet then turned to face me. I gulped and was ready to shield my face incase Mr. Kitty wanted to rearrange it.

“You should go now, Mr. Kitty. Bye!” I said and ran back to the front of the house. I didn’t forget about the HUGE spider. I grabbed a long stick that our neighbor had collected for our firewood. He said that cutting Firewood wasn’t woman’s work, since it was just me and my mother. Pfft, just because he said that I joined the Lumberjack Club in Junior High. Anyway, with the stick I carefully encouraged the spider to leave the doorframe. I ran to the other side of the house where our Neighbor’s bushes hid the view of his car. I chucked the stick in the bushes and made it back to the front door. For a moment when I looked at the thick web I swore I saw the words Happy Birthday. I decided I was going insane and must have been channeling some teenage hostility for being adopted or something because my birthday wasn’t for three months. With the towel, I wiped it from the entry way and muttered an apology to the spider for ruining its home and food trap.

Inside my home again, with the smell of bacon and pancakes, I couldn’t help but feel like today was going to be a strange day.

“That took quite long for “taking out the trash real quick”.” My mother chimed.

“There was a huge spider on the door frame.” I admitted.

“Did you kill it!?” A bit of panic drenched her cry.

“I removed it from the doorway and relocated it; you have no reason to worry.” I told her and put my hands on my hips, posing like Peter Pan. Any second I would start pounding on my chest yelling; ‘Me Tarzan, me Rescued Jane!’

“Thanks honey. If you hurry up with your shower I have some breakfast made for you.”  Yep, today was defiantly going to be strange.

“I'm on it!” I yelled as I ran up the stairs toward my room. Once back in my room, I tossed the towel in my hamper and picked up my Rooster Alarm Clock. I defiantly found it annoying but I loved it too. I poked the dangling eye. Maybe I could tinker with it after school since I didn’t have work for once. I set it back on my nightstand and went to my closet. I found my jean shorts, an off the shoulder sweater, some undergarments and took them with me to the bathroom.

After my shower I slipped my undies and bra on and dried my hair before I put the rest of my clothes on. Since my hair was extremely long it tended to soak all of my clothes in an instant.

My black hair fell right under my hinny with soft waves about halfway down. I had long dark eyelashes that made my big and hazel eyes pop. I had fair skin and plush lips. I pulled my sweater over my head not caring if it messed my hair up and then pulled up my shorts.

“Alexis Calliope Giamatti, I don’t want you to be late!” I cringed at the sound of my full name and left the bathroom. I got some socks and shoes and quickly left my room.

“I'm coming.” I called out. I set my shoes by my backpack by the front door and went to help my mother in the kitchen.

“No, no, no, just sit and eat your food. I don’t want you to be late for school.” She shooed me out of the kitchen. I nodded and almost dove in my set. Yippee! I couldn’t remember when I had something other than Oatmeal for breakfast.

“Looks amazing, Mom.” I murred and took a mouthful of bacon. I loved bacon; I could probably live off of the stuff.

“There are pancakes there too.” Ms. Giamatti chirped. I looked up and smiled at her, she could read me perfectly some times.

Ms. Giamatti shut the lights off in the kitchen and the dining area. “Mom?”

“Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Alexis! Happy Birthday toooo you! And many more~” She sang as she came out of the kitchen with a cake in her hands. She pushed my plate of drowning pancakes aside and set the cake in front of me. The single candle lit up the entire dining room with an orange glow.

“I know we always celebrated your birthday on the day I adopted you but today is the actual date of your birth. I felt since it was your sixteenth birthday it should be on the right date.”

“Mom…” I could tell she was getting emotional.

“It’s ok. Now make a wish!” I looked at the tiny flame on the candle. And as I blew it out I wished for a big change in my life something exciting. Suddenly the room was dark and I felt as though my wish had been heard, I can’t explain it better then that but when my mother turned the lights back on my arms had Goosebumps. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.” She said. She pushed my bangs back and kissed my forehead.

“Thanks mom.” I took a heaping forkful of cake and shoved it in my mouth, so sweet. The cake was red velvet my favorite with cherry cordial frosting, Yum! I went to take another scoop but mom pulled it away.

“I had you blow out the candle now because I wouldn’t be home until late, you can eat this after dinner.” I pouted but inside I was laughing. This was typical mom for you. She put the cake in the Fridge and turned back to me. “I’m going to finish getting ready for work.” I nodded to her, already stuffing my face with more Bacon and pancakes.

I was stretching in my chair when my mother walked back into the kitchen. “Don’t lean back in that chair.” She said calmly causing me to jump and almost fall out of the chair. I got out of the chair, put my stuff in the sink and hugged my mom. I could feel her start to cry in my hair. “I love you so much.” She muttered.

“Love you too mom.” I said and pulled back to look at her. She was acting odd. Maybe it was some adoptive mother endearment thing. “Well, I’ll be heading off to school. Drive carefully mom.” I told her and kissed her cheek. She nodded and more tears welled up in her eyes. I sat at the foyer and pulled my socks on. I loved my shoes, All Star XX Hi black with straps. Once on I jumped up. My mother picked up my black and white brick book bag and held it to her like she was hugging it. I grabbed it and nodded.

“It’s ok.” I said and she loosened her grip so I could take it from her. “Bye mom!” I said and opened the door.

“Good bye, Alexis.” She said but something in her voice made me look back at her. She looked defeated and sad. She closed the door before I could say anything so I shrugged it off. Mothers, pfft.

I debated for a moment what my completely awesome super spontaneous act for today would be. I eventually decided to walk. I could use the exercise. I dug in my bag for my mp3 player and put the enormous headphones on my head and blasted some song from my favorite band. Once I left the comfort of my front yard the noise that normally pursues me, like millions of people talking, whispering and sometimes yelling, was suddenly there again. I long since accepted that I was crazy. Hearing voices = Bad. But today it was abnormally loud so I turned my iPod volume even high and even then I could still hear the jumble of voices. Taking in a deep breath, I calmed my psyche and focused on the tunes blasting in my ears.

Walking to school didn’t take too long at all. It took probably five minutes to leave the complex where my house was located. From there I passed the wicked Skateboard and Bike Park that I visited whenever I had a day off from work, which sad wasn’t that often. A block after the park I had to cross the street and walk four more blocks until, alas, my beautifully boring high school. Garner High, like the hair product.

The “gates” to the school was more like a garage door, big and bulky and most of the time was left open because the teachers on guard duty were too lazy to close it, or too weak. As usual Kayla and Mario were waiting right outside of the gate for me.

“How was the walk?!” Screamed Kayla, who got looks from the other students and teacher who were entering the school. Mario elbowed her in the side and told her that I couldn’t hear her and he was right. I was excellent at reading lips though. I braced myself and pulled the headphones off my ears. I was blasted with the ‘voices’ and it was just as bad as having the loud music, I would never be able to hear what anyone was saying. It was always like this so I had learned how to read lips and how to be perceptive so that I wouldn’t get in trouble for “not listening.”

When I was younger my elementary teachers thought I had hearing problems, now that I think about it I probably do, but it had nothing to do with my body, well not in the way they thought.

I sighed, being crazy was exhausting. I wrapped an arm around Karla’s shoulder.

“The walk was just as eventful as it was every other day I walk.” I told her. She and Mario got into a heated discussion about the best way to eat pizza. I couldn’t exactly place it, but something was off and I had this feeling like an itch between my shoulder blades like I was being watched. I turned to scan the street before we entered the school. There was no one, which was also odd; this was normally a busy crossing because of the gas station and mini mart around the corner, but not one living soul. Suddenly I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I stopped and looked around the gate. It was that same cat from this morning. I shook my head and followed Karla and Mario inside Garner High.

My locker was conveniently located on the entire opposite side of the school, whilst my classes were on the other side. I waved goodbye to my friends and started my journey to my locker. I guess I was being a little dramatic but how could I not, Karla’s locker was right next to her first period class while Mario’s was one hallway way from his first class, he had one class in the same hall though. My locker was six halls away from my first class and I didn’t have any classes in the same hall of even closer to it then my first class.

I passed the main office, keeping my head down because Mrs. Regale liked me and I didn’t have the same feelings for her. Mrs. Regale was the principal’s assistant; she was a thick, short and stubby person with annoyingly high pitched voice that I could hear above the entire jumble in my head. I scurried past and made it to my locker. When I opened the cold metal door something dropped to the linoleum floor. An Envelope? I looked around, was this some prank or someone’s ridicules confession of unconditional love. I picked it up, still looking for some guilty looking dork; everyone seemed content with ignoring my paranoid behavior so I opened it and slid the envelope off. It was a Card, a Birthday Card, to be more precise. It was handmade but looked professional. The cover was painted with watercolors; in the middle was the sun and its rays spread out over the entire front. There were butterflies along the edges and the words; “Happiness is a Birthday that Outshines all the others” in neat Calligraphy. I opened it and the whole inside felt like real sunlight with three words in the middle; “Happy Birthday Alexis!” I looked over the back; it was blank except for a little sentence along the bottom that made me laugh. “This is the back of the card.”

It was unsigned. I looked around again, there was no way that anyone at school knew my real birthday, I didn’t even know until today. I shoved the card in my backpack and grabbed my math book and binder. I slammed my locker closed and shook my head. That was too weird.

I made my way back down toward my math class and as soon as I passed the main office Principal Winslow called me into the office. I tried to think of something I did to be called into the principal’s office. I didn’t do anything bad; I wasn’t that kind of person. Nothing came to mind.

“Ms. Giamatti, please have a seat here for a moment. I would like to have a word with you.” I nodded silently and sat in one of the three seats open for the Office. Two seats were already taken but two boys that had been in my crew when we were skateboarding and tagging, that was in Junior High though.

“Hey Lexi, what you in for?” Thomas, the taller of the two asked. He had a lovely assortment of face piercings all over his face, not that I didn’t like piercings but too much was too much. Brody, the sickly pale one, was ogling my legs and staring at me like he was just noticing that I was in fact a female.

“No clue.” I muttered, I brought my right foot up and rested my head on my knee letting my hair cover the side of my body. If Mr. Winslow didn’t hurry I’d be late to Math, not that it mattered much, I knew everything that Ms. Stokes taught, but I enjoyed math.

I watched the clock above Mrs. Regale, who was busy at the moment. One minute turned to ten and then fifteen when finally he immerged from his office. He wrote something quick on detention slips and tore them off. He handed them to Thomas and Brody. They muttered ‘oh man!’ and ‘dang’.

“No more graffiti on school campus without permission.” He told them. There was a program that allowed student Graffiti on some of the walls, I had tagged my share of walls but you had to participate in lectures and write an essay to be allowed in the program. Thomas and Brody tagged to rebel, being allowed to “tag” somewhere was taking the fun out of it, to them anyways.

“Now Ms. Giamatti, please step into my office.” I stifled a laugh, I longed to use that line, but I didn’t have an office. In Mr. Winslow’s office were two visitors; a male and a Female. They looked very old school and fancy. The male was tall, with short brown hair and blue eyes, his pupils were abnormally small even with the sun shining right in them. He looked around his late twenties. He wore a high collared black uniform coat, buttoned all the way to his chin, it fit snug on his thin body. He had crisply creased black trousers and shiny black loafers. He had his hands in his pockets and smiled, eyes closed at my when I entered the room. The female was tall too but most of it was her legs. She looked a little older then the guy but she had this renaissance beauty that she wore perfectly. Her hair was twisted in a wavy and blossoming chignon and worked wonderful with her shiny dirty blonde hair. She had painted her lips in a blue tented gloss that made the blue tie at her neck stand out. She wore a long black dress that was tight against her body and flared out once it hit her knees. The tightness of the dress made the swell of her bosom and hips a vocal point. Her eyes scanned me intensely as I walked to shake her hand.

“This is Ms. Ragno and Mr. Gato.” Principal Winslow said. Ragno put out her hand and I took it.

“Italian?” I asked. She smiled then and nodded. I nodded to her and moved to shake Gato’s hand. He took my hand and shook me thoroughly. He grinned.

“Have a seat.” He told me and leaned against the principal’s desk. I sat and looked at Mr. Winslow.

“My associate and I are from a school in...Oklahoma, we have come here to take you to our school.” Mr. Gato said. I frowned, what was he talking about?

“What he meant to say was; you have been nominated for a full scholarship to our school. We’ve come to bring to our school for a visit.” Ragno said and looked to Gato; it didn’t seem like a nice look. I looked at Winslow who looked ecstatic.

“Alexis you are the opedimy of an excellent student you have a remarkable GPA, you participate in extra curriculum classes and you’ve never been absent a day in your life. This would be such good publicity for our school…if you chose to go there of course.” He stated.

“I guess a visit wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’ll have your teachers email you the homework.” Winslow added. That sealed the deal.

“Alright let’s go, we had a car parked out back.” Gato said and jumped up. I followed him out the door followed by Ragno and Winslow, who was still grinning. No pressure or anything.

Outside of the office the halls were empty and the open doors at the ends of the hall let a chilly breeze rush in and out the other side. “This way, child.” Ragno said. I nodded and turned, watching Gato walk. For some reason he looked extremely graceful and unique. He was just walking. I shook my head and swung my backpack on my back.

The parking lot was crammed with teacher’s cars and students cars but I picked out Gato and Ragno’s “car” in an instant. A limo was parked along the end of the lot, taking up five spaces. And as we drew closer the driver and man dressed and a fancy suit got out and opened the side door for us.

“Good Morning Ms. Giamatti.” He said and I ducked inside the limo.

“Ah. Good morning to you as well” I replied. Gato and Ragno let me had one whole side to myself and I could feel my stomach churn, anxiety? When Gato slid in the seat beside Ragno, the door closed and a few moments later we were in motion. This was my first limo ride.

“So, do you have a pamphlet for the school? What was the name again?

“Metamorphosis Academy.” Gato said.

“We don’t have a pamphlet with us, must have left them with your principal.” Ragno told me. She was watching me closely. I didn’t notice it but I have been rubbing my eyes constantly since I left my house. My head had started pulsing in my skull to my heart beat and my vision blurred.

“I don’t feel so well.” I managed to say and dropped to the seat.

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