just to let you know, this was written a year or two ago. . . so i don't expect it to be any good actually. . .
*sigh* so yaah. give me feed back and stuff. . .


Chapter One:
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About two years ago my family moved to an old Victorian house in southern ______. It was a pale purple color with an add-on porch and a widow’s walk on the roof. There were over four rooms, two bathrooms, a dinning room, kitchen and family room. The house also had a basement and an attic. The attic was usually where I would go after school to hang out and relax.
On a typical afternoon I would grab my camera, scope out the view, and take pictures of the town from the widow’s walk. Or if it was too cold, I would stay and read in the attic. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that I spent all my days doing just that. On other days I would go and do something else.
When I wasn’t reading or doing photography, you’d usually find me where there was trouble. Now don’t go thinking that it’s me causing the trouble, well even though it was me causing the trouble most of the time. When it wasn’t me it was usually one of my friends that were doing it. Okay I know what you’re thinking; we’re all just a bunch of trouble-making thugs. Sorry, but no, yes we cause trouble, but no, we’re not thugs.
So anyway, you’re probably wondering what a bunch of teenagers do in there free time when there not being an “honors student” or “a little angel.” Well you can probably guess I’m not like most teenagers. Since this probably isn’t making any sense to you, I’ll just start from the beginning.





Chapter 2:
Beginning

Okay, I’ll start from the beginning of high school, my sophomore year.
Since we all moved that resulted in enrolling into a new school. My parents wanted me to go to the best high school they could find; only because their main goal was to keep me in school and have me graduate from college.
So after they put me through the misery of doing all the paper work and registering I went off to go explore…
Soon I came across an old well. The locals, mostly older folks, warned me not to go near that well. But because of my natural curiosity, I decided to go and check it out.
I know what your thinking, “Curiosity killed the cat,” yah well I’m more of a dog person. Sorry to rain on your parade.
When I got to the well it was strangely starting to get darker out, and foggy. I even noticed the clouded full moon up ahead just at the horizon. As I stepped closer to the well, six cloaked figures appeared before me. Three of them appeared to be about my age, while the others seemed to be in their mid twenties.

“Who are you and why have you come here?” said the eldest looking one on the far right.

“Um, well…-” I mumbled.

“Why don’t we just kill her, here and now? Can we Cyrus? Can we?” The youngest begged.

“Are you crazy Luna? We have no power to do that!” One female exclaimed.

As the others just stared and watched, I tried to figure out what was even going on. As I searched through the group I noticed the person that Luna was talking to. Even though I was not able to see his face, I saw a light scar on his left cheek. It looked like it could have been made from a bear, or maybe a large mountain lion.
*But a bear or mountain lion? Here? How is that even possible? After a while I finally noticed that one of them was talking to me.

“Answer us when we talk to you! Why are you here? Who are you? Wait- you’re a spy aren’t you! You are! You were sent here by-“

“Now, Izzy calm down. There’s no need to bombard the girl with accusations and questions.” Cyrus stated.

“Yes sir, sorry sir…” replied Izzy.

“So, where were we before so rudely interrupted?” He said throwing a glance in Luna’s direction.
“Umm…”
Wow. “Umm” great job, yah real smooth.

“Oh of course, terribly sorry. As you might have already guessed, I am Cyrus. Here next to me is Mina, next to her is Zack. Over here is Luna and….”
I hadn’t noticed it until I saw Cyrus’ face. His scar seemed to glow a bit in the moonlight. Then I saw the girl he was pointing to, she looked like she was in a trance or something.
Then it suddenly turned silent. It seemed like no one had spoken or moved for what seemed like an hour. Then the girl stepped forward.

“I am Narcissa; next to me is my brother, and twin, Neil.”

“I can speak for myself thank you very much.” answered Neil.

“Yes well you always seem to make a wrong first impression.” snickered Luna.

“Now that’s quit enough Luna, I think you’ve said enough for one night,” replied Neil.

And with one swift wave of his hand, Luna sat down and did not reply. She just sat there meekly, like a little kid in a corner. Thinking about what they’ve done wrong.
I just stood across from her, looking at the peculiar marking on her hand. Her hand turned into a fist and she then looked up and stared at Cyrus.
It took me a while but I noticed that Cyrus was staring at me. I then looked up to say something to him, but then our eyes suddenly made eye contact. When our eyes met it was a strange feeling. Like as if we were connected some how. The feeling was very anonymous but it had that tingling feeling.
Did someone Tazer* me? Is this what it feels like to be Tazered? If it was then it didn’t hurt. It just had that feeling. It was sort of like the feeling you get when your leg falls asleep; but in your mind and your eyes. Is that supposed to happen? Is there something wrong with my head? I don’t recall hitting my head at all when I was a child.

“Cyrus? Is something wrong? Cyrus?” questioned Zack.

“Neil release the charm, now!” ordered Cyrus.
“On Luna? But why? If there’s something you need to say you can say it out loud, we should all know-”
“Neil! Do it now!” ordered Cyrus again.
“Fine then, but I prefer a silenced Luna.” mumbled Neil.

“Neil! Shut up!” yelled Luna. What is it Cyrus? Is something wrong? Does it have to do with-…?“

“Now calm down Luna.” said Cyrus.

So then for about three minutes he and Luna stood facing each other. It looked odd, but then it also seemed like they were still talking to each other, but telepathically, or what ever it’s called.

“I think your right Cyrus.” Luna answered out loud.
So then I listened, well tried to; they were talking so fast that I barely could understand them. Wow, how can they understand such mumbling? My parents always scolded me if I mumbled.
“Well maybe Cyrus might be right, that’s a first, but what if this girl really isn’t? What if that was just and accident or something?” answered Mina.

“Hmmm, that does seem like a possibility, but why don’t we give this a try?”
I just stood there listening to them debate about whatever it was they were talking about. Then I decided to speak.
“Uh, I really don’t mind being here; but I really have to get home. It’s starting to get dark out, and I don’t have my phone. So uh, I’ll just be leaving….” I said creeping away.

“Wait!” called someone.

“Umm, yes?”

“We never got your name.” stated Mina.

“Oh sorry, I’m uh, ******.”

“That’s a beautiful name. I do realize that your quit shy, and probably scared of us. But do you think you can come here tomorrow maybe?”

“Uh, well sure I guess but I don’t think I’m supposed to be talking to strangers…”I replied walking away.

“Oh, but we’re not strangers. I know this is all weird, but please, come back tomorrow if you don’t mind, I promise that we’ll explain this all. Six o’clock will do.” called Mina.

I had no idea what to do, accept or decline? Make up and excuse? Say I’m sick? I’m going on vacation? My dog ate my homework? Wait, I don’t have a dog.

“Um, well ok I guess.”

“erfect.” and with that they started to disappear one by one.

“That was weird, I have got to be dreaming.” I mumbled to myself. And then I started down the long trail back home.
“********* ! Where have you been? It’s already eight o’clock and you didn’t even leave a note!” was the greeting I got from my parents when I got back.
My dad seemed okay, but my mom was going crazy about the whole thing. “Me being missing…almost called the cops….never do that again,” was the lecture I got too along with the yelling. After most of the yelling was done, my parents told me to eat then go to my room.
“Don’t only little kids get sent to their rooms when they get in trouble?” I asked myself.
After a while I decided to turn on the computer and answer the probably dozens of emails I had gotten from my friends back home. Most of them were from Stephanie, some from Ella, a couple from Jesse. It took me at least an hour to get through all the emails and reply to them all, so it was almost eleven when I finished. I decided that I had enough craziness for today; so I dug out my CD player from a box and popped in my favorite Irish pub band album and started to fall asleep with the soft melody of my favorite song.
“******! Time to get up! Breakfast!” yelled my mom from downstairs.
“Ugh, already?” I dozily replied.
“Yes! After last night, you really need to start going to bed earlier!”
“Okay, okay I’m up.” I replied.
After Breakfast I took a nice long shower and changed into my favorite t-shirt and jeans. My mom was probably just goanna make me get everything ready for school tomorrow. So all I had to do was go shopping. Mom told me that she would pay for whatever I wanted to get, so this could be my only chance to really buy stuff.
At about a quarter till three, my mom drove me to the nearest shopping center; which really wasn’t so near.
“Okay honey, pick a store.” My mom indicated.
“Alright.” I grinned.
So we were there for about two hours buying and running all over the mall. I had bought six new pairs of jeans, ten t-shirts, a new back pack, a two-inch binder, some new pens and pencils and I managed to find it all on sale somehow.
“Oh my goodness,” my mom huffed, “I think I lost at least five pounds after that. Why don’t we stop for a bite to eat?”
On our way back we had hit some traffic, so it took a while to get back home. When we finally drove up the drive way and rushed with all my stuff up to my room. I had a lot of work to do. I had to put all these clothes away in my closed and organize all the new school supplies into my backpack.
Before I knew it, it was already almost five thirty. So I hurried and took another shower, changed into a black t-shirt and denim skirt, and this time I remembered to tell my parents I was going out.
“Okay, just be careful. Oh and bring a jacket with a hood! It might rain tonight.” mentioned my dad.
“Alright, I’ll be home by eight!” I yelled as I rushed out the door.
My Dad was right. As soon as I hit the forest it started to rain. So I threw on my jacked, and headed through.
By the time I had reached the well, all six figures were already there; patiently standing in a group to keep warm.
“I’m really sorry that I’m late, I lost track of time.” I hesitated.
“Quit alright. And don’t worry, you weren’t late. Right on time *****.” joked Mina.
“Oh, ok. So why did you want me to come back anyway?” I asked