Chapter 1

Where are we really is the prologue ;)

It was one of those Saturdays. The ones were you absolutely refused to do anything that involved actually getting up, then proceeded to complain about it. The sun was beating down relentlessly on the humid summer afternoon. Six teenagers gathered in a basement, finding it somewhat cooler than the rest of the house. The 11 year old boy ventured into the basement, he too had found the Saturday offensive. "Let's have an adventure!" he began excitedly. "Let's not," Paris drawled lazily, his lanky frame spread comfortably over the length of the futon. The 11 year old started to pout, disappionted. "Zack, we're not sneaking into Mrs. Wittleby's basement," Blaise said tiredly, "I've told you a thousand times; she does not keep zombies." "Fine, be that way," Zack said sulkily, moving away from his older brother. "Sure will," Blaise muttered, watching his errant brother move over to examine the ceramic vase with the Cheshire ca'ts face. After a few seconds he redirected his attention back to his algebra assignment, his brother forgotten. Crash. "I didn't do it!" Zack cried immediately, backing away from the broken shards, his hands raised in front of him. Everyone just kept staring. "I swear, I didn't touch it" he said, desperately wanting to be believed. "Well, who the hell did?" Trix wanted to know. Seeing the carefully blank look on their faces, Zack realized he had a snowball's chance in hell of convincing them he hadn't pushed over the vase. "I'm outta here." he concluded, taking off up the stairs. "We all saw him playing with it,"Rae stated, trying to be fair. "He didn't touch it," Cian asserted quietly, not looking up from his book. "And how would you know?" Cora shot back hotly, " You've had your nose stuck in a book all day-" "Hey guys? Do you feel that?" Paris cut in, straightening up from the futon. The ground was... vibrating? Panic ensued. The windows were shaking violently, the room tilted sharply, ornaments fell, crashing into a million pieces on the tiled floor. The furniture tumbled over, Paris was knocked into Cian and they both landed hard against the wall. The lights went out. Someone screamed. Then silence. Squinting into the darkness, Blaise started to feel his way around. "Cian? Paris? Rae?" he called out shakily. Silence. "Anyone?"

Author's Note

okay i don't know what to think about this...