Skyland: Chapter 1: The Doctor Monster Creature Thing

Taris:

Pain is an interesting thing. It sparks from one spot then slowly reaches all the other parts of you. It feels you with a feeling of anger and hatred. A feeling that you can't do anything. A feeling of…well…pain.

I was certainly feeling pain right now.

I clutched my leg in desperation to make the pain stop, knowing that if it didn't, I would begin to cry. I didn't want to cry.
Blood was pouring out my leg quickly, making me a little woozy. I tried to think about something happy, something to distract me. All I could think about was my mother's face, filled with happiness, not knowing that I was about to run away.

She loved me.
But did I love her? I thought about it. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. I couldn't remember the last time I genuinely felt like I loved her. She seemed uptight recently, and I had no idea what had made her smile at me that moment. But I knew she loved me.

I looked at my leg again. The blood flowing from it was warm and thick. It stuck in between my fingers and covered my hands. It slid down my arms, making me feel like barfing. If I lost anymore blood, I would pass out.
Then I would die.
Dying wasn't part of my plan of running away. I wasn't supposed to die yet. I was sure of it.

As I thought about my death and stared at my leg, longing to live just a little longer, I remembered my cell phone. I moved my hands from my legs and moved them desperately inside the pockets of my blue sweater. Finally, my fingers felt the cool feeling of my phone and I made my shaky hand pull it out. It was at 4 percent. I had one call. One call to save my life.

I typed 911 into the keypad and then fell onto the forest floor the autumn leaves falling around me.

As I listened to the sirens approach, I looked up into the blue sky, teasing me with its joy.
I swear, I saw a angel, her flowing blond hair billowing around her, her white clothing spread wide.
Maybe that was the angel who would bring me to heaven.

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An angel. I'm absolutely sure it was an angel.
Did that mean I was in heaven now?

Am I…dead?

I felt like being dead should feel different, or not even feel at all. I mean, I could still feel my body, my fingertips touching my palm. Do people even have bodies in heaven?

I glanced around me, noticing the darkness. Heaven isn't dark is it? I felt it should be happy and bright. I shake my head and the angel girl popped up in front of me. I take a step back in the darkness.

The angel is beautiful, with brown eyes filled with knowledge and blond hair that is almost white. She does not smile, but wears a grim expression. It seemed she might have bad news…but what could be bad about heaven? Or maybe she came to tell me I'm not in heaven, but…hell. That would certainly be frown worthy bad news.

"Taris," the angel said, her voice octaves higher then a normal humans voice. Also did people in heaven- or hell- just know each other's names? That seemed off.

I was to shocked to speak so I nodded a confirmation instead.

Angel's eyebrows furrowed, making her seem angry. She looked around, obviously checking to see if anyone was there. All I could see was miles of black darkness.

"Taris," she began again. For some reason her high voice was soothing. "You must listen carefully. I only have a few minutes to explain this." Her voice seemed loud but quiet, quick but slow. "The world is counting on you. You can save us."

That was heavy. What was it supposed to mean, you can save us? As far as I knew, the world was fine as it was. Before I could stop myself, I began to speak. "Wha-?"

"Hush, child," Angel said her voice stern. "Kaos as found power again and will surely kill us all. His followers are awakening as well, and we will soon be overrun. Skyland is doing everything they can to help, but we are not sure if they can save us. Taris…they need you." The angels seriousness made me scared. Kaos? Power? Skyland? Death? Out of all the millions of questions I could ask, only one stuck in my mind. Only one could I think about.

"Am I dead?" My voice was so quiet it was nearly whisper, and it was raspy and unclear.

The angel gave a humourless laugh. "No, Taris. You are very much alive."

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As I opened my eyes to a white ceiling, all I could think was I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead.

I smiled as I sat up, only to feel a great pain in my calf, so I lied back down. I looked to my calf, hoping to find something comforting, but what I saw made my breaths stop. My leg was covered in bloodied bandages, and it I gasped. I began to breath heavily at the sight of blood, remembering the metallic smell and the warm stickiness. I wheezed trying to hold in puke. I shook my head. At least I wasn't dead.

I closed my eyes, remembering my dream vision like thing. What had the angel said? Something about Kaos finding great power and his followers or something. Also, she definitely said something about killing us all. And then she said something about a place called Skyland. But what did I know about Skyland? Next to nothing, other then, it probably didn't exist. Maybe the angel was just some silly hallucination. Whatever she said didn't matter. She didn't matter.

The problem is that I sensed that it did matter. And I was very right.

As I was thinking, at the corner of my vision I saw a tall doctor come into the room. He looked like Professor Snape in a way, with is long dark hair and just the way he looked, except he was in a white coat. I laughed a little at my own comparison and the doctor gave me a strange look, obviously thinking I was out of my mind.

He stalked across the room to the foot of my hospital bed. He held a checkerboard in his hands. His eyes were dark, cold, hard, and tired. He looked old.

"How long do you think you were blacked out?: His voice was loud and gruff, unsuited for such an old looking Snape dude. His voice was much different compared to the angels.

I shrugged. "I dunno. Couple minutes." My voice surprised me. It was steady but quite. My throat burned and I wanted a drink of water. Plus, I wasn't really aware how long I was backed out.

"Wrong," the doctor's voice surprised me with it's coldness. I shivered involuntarily. This dude was weird. "3 days."

I stared at him wide eyed. It didn't feel like 3 days. Only a measly 10 minutes, not 3 days.

"And how did you injure your leg?" His voice sounded harsh and accusing. I hated this guy. He gave off a cold feeling, a terrible cold feeling. I hated it all.

My voice was raspy but powerful when I spoke next. "I don't know man! You're the doc! You are supposed to answer the questions! Not the injured patient!" It made me though. How did I injure my leg? I remembered walking the traveled path in the forest, almost reaching the ends of town. But before I could step out of town, I felt a searing pain in my leg and collapsed to the ground. No one was around when it happened, though. So how did it happen?

Suddenly a wicked grin spread across his face. He began to laugh a terribly evil laugh. I swear my mouth dropped open as he raised his arms and a blue tornado thing encased him. I must of been insane. Why would this happen other then the fact I was insane. But it was happening, right in front of my face. 

A lot of feelings went through me. First I thought, this is awesome! it's not everyday you see a doctor become a trapped in a blue tornado!

Then I thought, wait, could this be bad?

And then, This is super, duper, duper, bad! Had this been what angel warned me about?

I watched feeling quite helps as the doctor stopped spinning and began growing greyish pointy horns. What type of freaking doctor grew horns? I shivered. The room began to frost as the blue tornado disappeared and the already tall doctor - er, creature grew even taller. His horns hit the tall ceilings and he ceased to grow, but now he was several feet above me at the foot of my bed, staring me down with those cold, hard eyes. The doctor monster creature things skin began to turn blue and fuzz covered every inch of his huge body. He looked like a yeti plush toy. A very, very scary yeti plush toy at that. Snow swirled around him and the ground turned to ice. The bed began to shift slightly, slipping on the ice. Yet, the yeti held is ground, staring me down. 

How could nobody notice the commotion going on with all the windows lining the walls, I wondered. I silently pleaded that someone would notice and come and save me before this creepy monster did something, but lost all hope when I saw that everybody outside was stopped mid motion. They were all frozen. Light snow fell covering everybody. I gulped. It looked like a winter wonderland out there. It looked like fun. This would be the coolest awesomenest thing ever if the giant yeti in front of me hadn't caused it.

I noticed that the yeti's eyes never changed like the rest of his body. They were still the same.

"My name is Yasta and I am the Ruler of the Yeti's. I am one of Kaos's great followers! You are the prophecies hero, and we shall destroy you. Beware Taris Ranger! Hell is a not a fun place!" The yeti's voice was booming, making me put my hands over years. He reached out his hands to grab me and for the second time this week, I thought I was gonna die. I supposed I had a pretty good life. I decent one. But still, death was a scary thing.

I felt adrenaline run through me as the yeti's hand came closer. I wanted to save myself, but I didn't know how. I was stuck. I was gonna die. The end. No more Taris Ranger. Hope you miss me. But just before his hand's reached me, a burning pain sprouted in my calf where I had been injured. I clutched the spot and began screaming, so loud I could burst anyones eardrums. It hurt so much, and I couldn't stop it. The yeti jumped back in surprise, and I couldn't read his facial expression under the hairiness of him.

And then something unexpected happened. Something impossible.

I died. 

Nah, just kidding.

I erupted into a ball of flames. The funny thing his, the only burning was in my calf,no where else, through the ball of flames I could feel everything. And then all the sudden I exploded. The explosion was so powerful it mad me fall backwards into the wall and i collapsed into a limp figure. The room filled with smoke and I coughed. When the smoke cleared, people outside were moving around again. There was no much winter wonderland, no more frost, no more proof the Ruler of Yeti's was here. And where he was there was a pile of ashes. 

I looked down at my calf. The clothing around it had burnt away and left there was a red marking of a flame.

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Gutter pipes and Eggshells- Chapter 1- Hungry- Rough Draft- Unfinished

May 8, 2013

Thomas was a street rat. Like most people in his little group of street rats, his parents were dead. He didn't know how or what killed them. He just knew that they were dead. It was simple and clear. He didn't complain. He just lived with it. And thats what all the people in there group did; they forgot about there long gone parents. So there they were, parentless, homeless, and foodless. 

All four boys, Thomas, Ethan, Joseph, and Nathaniel, were crouching in an alleyway. There was a small bakery straight across the road. They were conversing quietly as they watched the bakery with hungry eyes.

"Do you think we should break in?" Ethan asks, placing a numbingly cold hand over is mouth, muffling his voice.

"They'd call the police and we'd be sent to an orphanage then!" Joseph says quietly, trying to emphasize the orphanage in the sentence.

There was a moment of silence, then Thomas spoke up. "Maybe we should just act casual then grab something." Everybody considered this.

"I wish we had grappling hooks!" Nathaniel yells loudly.

"Shh!" The boys put there fingers to there lips, silence Nathaniel who guiltily look towards the bumpy pavement ground. Josephs stomach growled. 

"Lets just try what Thomas said. I'm hungry." Joseph grumpily looked at them all. He stood up and held his hand out for the other boys.

Gutter Pipes and Eggshells- Prologue- Mary Walkers Journal

May 22, 2002 

                  My son, Thomas Walker was born today. He is a little underweight at 5 pounds and 6 ounces. But I don't worry about that. He's beautiful. His hair is a honey colour, and he has the most splendid large blue eyes. They shine like stars. Burim wanted to name him Burim Walker Jr., but I told him that would be silly, and Thomas would be so much better. After a while, Burim agreed. I know this is what all moms say to there children, but I just know this; my son is going to shine. He will be the centre of attention wherever he goes. Although I know he's going to be amazing, I also know he's going to struggle. I can see it. I wish I could help him. 

Untitled- First Line( Rough Draft)

The Mechanics fighting style was so much more intricate then what I'd been trained to fight.

Dream Haunters- Prologue- Old Book- Not Very Good

I run through the streets of London. I stop. Monsters everywhere. 'Help.' I scream. 'Help.' A skeleton with a long black cape walks up to me. 'Time to die,' he whispers. He lifts up his dagger and pulls it down in to-

I awake with a start, my heart pumping and my mouth, well, screaming. But no-one comes  to comfort me, except my younger sister. "Whats wrong, Boo." My nick-name, Boo. I love it. Its so adorable. I whisper, "Nothings wrong, Cupcake." We both laugh. Lacey, my younger sister, simply adores her nickname. Then her face is serious again, and we stop laughing. "Then why were you screaming?" she rubs her eyes and lie's her head on my shoulder. I stare in to her beautiful sapphire blue eyes. There shining, gleaming. There so beautiful. "I guess I just have problems, don't I?" I say, and Nia smiles. She hugs me.

"I don't think you have problems."

"Why, thank you," I hop off my bed and hold out my arm to catch Lacey as she jumps off the bed. I catch her in my arms and cradle her back and forth. "Now, lets get ready for school."

"Yeah!" she shrieks, and runs off to her bedroom. Lacey loves school. And it is true that it is more fun home-schooling. Yes, me and Lacey home-school. Yes, our Mum teaches us, Our happy and cheerful Mum- who is quite weird and crazy at times- teaches us, and she makes it quite interesting for Lacey to I to learn. And maybe even fun. 

Once Lacey and I are done getting ready for school, I give her a piggyback down the stairs and in to the 'Schoolroom' otherwise known as the living room. Mum is there looking messy and cheerful as always. "Hi, girls!" she exclaims. "How are you?" I roll my eyes. This is a ridiculous question that she ask every morning. Like, what could've we done in the last 14 hours? I answer still, though. "Good, Mum." And Lacey's high voice echos mine. "I'm good, Mummy!" Mum pinches Lacey's nose and Lacey giggles. "Why that's splendid, my dear." 

"So, Mum, what we learing today?" I ask. My cat, Eshter, rubs her head against my leg. I pet Eshter in return. My Mum pulls her round spectacles off her head and starts to clean them with her shirt. "Today, I'm going to tell you some stories," she says. "About dragons and faeries. And Dream Haunters."

"Dream Haunters?" Lacey tilts her head to the side. "I've never hear of Dream Haunters."

"And why are we jjust going to listen to silly stories all day?" I sigh. "I actully want to learn something." Esther seats herself in my lap.

"And you will. YAbout dragons, and faeries, and Dream Haunters," says Mum. "Once upon a time..."

"M-ooo-m..." I groan.

"There was a good Queen named Eshter," Mumu starts, but is quickly interrupted by Lacey. "Eshter like Emily's cat!" she shrieks. "Esther like Emily's cat." answers Mum. "Anyway, back to the story. There was good Queen named Eshter. And there was also a bad Queen named Vivian. These Queens fought with each other. There Kingdoms were suffering and dying because of this feud-" Mum was cut off by Lacey. 

"Whats a feud?" 

"A war, dear."

"Oh."

"Okay, where was I? Oh, yes! There Kingdoms were suffering and dying because of this feud. So Vivian came up with a cruel plan to end this war. She made a team of mind readers and people who could tell you what your dream meant, and she called this team 'The Dream Haunters'. So, one dark and stormy night, the Dream Haunters snuck in to Esther's brain using there magic and-" I groan. "What is it, Emily?"

"This story is boring." I pet Esther's head.

"Just listen." Mum continues. "Using there magic they haunted Eshter's brain, and made her have nightmares. Terrible, terrible nightmares. Eshter explained her dreams like this:

She would be walking down the streets of London, that is where she lived, and then would be surrounded by monsters, and one monster, a skeleton to be excact, woul hold a dagger and walk up to her, and when it was about to stab her, she would wake up." I suddenly gasp, remembering the dream i had the night before. The excact same dream. Or rather, nightmare. Mum continues, not noticing me gasping for air, "Queen Esther died because of loss of sleep and fear. The legend is that the Dream Haunters are still out there, haunting peoples dreams." Lacey shivers and Mum wraps her in a hug. "Mummy, do you...do you think I will get haunted by the Dream Haunters?" I can see a small tear in Lacey's sapphire blue eye. "No, I don't think you'll be haunted by Dream Haunters, dear," says Mum, trying to comfort Lacey. "I'll be right here to protect you."             

I start running up the stairs to my bedroom. I have to learn more about this. I don't think its true. No! I can;t think its true! Just a myth. A fairytale. 

I think I might be haunted by Dream Haunters.

Untitled- Chapter 1- Rough Draft- Wrote This A while A Go- Not Very Good

PURPLE, BLUE, AND PINK

CHAPTER 1

Every year on September 1st, the Spy Kids mailing committee, mails 18 kids, 9 are girls, 9 are boys. The mailing committee only calls on the best to be in the Spy Kids program.

“What are the names of the kids, Rolando?” the Headmaster asked.

The Headmaster was a tall man dressed in white head to toe. He had a long white beard and white hair, and icy blue eyes.

“The boys are, Nick, Chris, Aaron, Blake, Malcolm, Kyle, Xavier, Seth, and Dominic.” Rolando said, looking at his scroll that had the names of the children.

Rolando was a bit on the short side and had a black goatee. His black hair was slicked back and he had a frown on his face at all times.

“Yes, all right. The girls?” the Headmaster asked.

“The girls names are, Annita, Jessica, Heidi , Sarah, Clarissa, Bridget, Neshia , Paige, and Tabitha.” Rolando said, reading the girl names on the scroll

“Hmmm...” the Headmaster said, lost in thought. “sounds like a good group of kids.”

“Yes, sir.” Rolando said “The messengers outdid there selves.”

Yes, indeed. Can I see the files of the children?”

“Here, sir.”

Rolando passed the Headmaster the files. The files had information and a picture of the child.

The Headmaster handed Rolando the files.

“You may leave.” the Headmaster said.

“Yes, sir.” Rolando said, bowing. Then Rolando scurried out of the room.

The new spy kids walked through the front gates of the big castle. There were Professors that used to be spy’s down the sides by the walls and the Headmaster was in the middle. The kids were whispering to each other when the Headmaster spoke.

“Welcome, children.” his voice boomed. “I would like to split you in to boys and girls groups.”

He looked at the scroll. “Nick and Annita.” the Headmaster pointed for Nick to go on his left and Annita to his right. “Chris and Jessica.” he pointed to the left and right. “Aaron and Heidi, Blake and Sarah, Malcolm and Clarissa, Kyle and Bridget, Xavier and Neshia, Seth and Paige, and last, Dominic and Tabitha.”

Now all the kids were in groups of girls and boys.

“Follow me.” the Headmaster said, gesturing for the children to follow him.

The Headmaster lead them down a long hall. The children gazed at the pictures. There were pictures of spy’s and Professors. The Professors followed behind the children to see that they didn’t sneak out all though that was quite unlikely. They reached the end of the hall. There were big doors in front with sword carved in to each side. The handles were real gold. The Headmaster gestured to some Professors to open the door, and two Professors walked over and opened the door.

“He’s lazy, isn’t he?” Chris whispered.

“He’s not lazy.” Annita snapped. “He’s just old.”

The children all gasped when the Professors opened the door. There were to large tables and two big bench’s on either sides of them. Up by the front of the room there was another large table with chairs behind it, the middle chair was the largest. Hanging above two of the tables were two colourful banners, one said GIRLS and the other, BOYS. The Headmaster pushed the boys to the table with the banner BOYS, and the girls with the one that said GIRLS. All the kids sat down. The Headmaster and the Professors went to the table in the front and sat down in there chairs. The Headmaster sat in the biggest one.

“Welcome to you’re first year new students.” the Headmaster shouted. “Second year students, please come down.”

9 boys came down the left hand side stairs, and 9 girls came down the right hand side stairs.

“Third year.” the Headmaster shouted.

18 boys and girls came down the stairs.

“Fourth year, fifth year, sixth year, seventh year, and ninth year.”

Now that there were 162 boys and girls in the room, chatter filled the room and erased the silence.

“SILENCE!” the Headmaster boomed, and everybody silenced immediately. “New girl students will go with Professor Helvetica after we are done with the rules to assign you in to groups of three and to be given you’re colour.”

A Professor in purple robes who must of been Professor Helvetica, stood up, then sat back down again.

“And new boy students will go with Professor Hector.”

Professor Hector, who was in blue robes, stood up then sat down again.

“That is the boys side and that is the girls side.” the Headmaster said, pointing to the stairways. “There are 54 rooms in this castle and each group of three, 27 in the boys dormitory and 27 in the girls. You will get you’re colour and you will be called by that colour, for example I was called White when I was a student and Professor Bacsten was called Green.”

Professor Bacsten, who was wearing green robes, smiled.

“We don’t want to have to deal with fights and floor five is off limits.” the Headmaster continued.

A person that had grey hair put up in to a tight bun and brown robes stood up. “Remember to tell them to be clean, White.”

“Oh, yes. This is our castle cleaner, Rudy. Keep pretty clean, or else Rudy gets grumpy and she might not even clean you’re room!”

The kids nodded there heads then went back to fiddling there thumbs or wiggling there toes or quietly talking to there neighbour.

“Now new girl students go with Professor Helvetica, and new boy students go with Professor Hector, and the rest of you back to you’re rooms.”

The second years students and the older ones left back to there rooms and the new boy and girl students jumped out of there seat and rushed to there Professor.

“Follow me, girls.” Professor Helvetica said.

“Come, boys.” Professor Hector said.

The new students followed there Professors, who walked up spiralling stairs.

Once the girls reached Professor Helvetica’s classroom they all sat down on some chairs and Professor Helvetica headed to the front of the classroom.

“Annita Wilson.” Professor Helvetica said, reading a envelope that she picked from a colourful box beside her.

Annita stood up. She was a tall girl with long white-blond hair. Annita strutted to the front of the room and stood beside Professor Helvetica.

Professor Helvetica opened the envelope and read, “Black.”

In black ink and messy handwriting, the word “BLACK” appeared above Annita’s head. Annita was dressed in a Black long sleeved shirt and in a black skirt and a black streak zoomed across her white-blond hair.

“Wow!” Annita said, running her finger across the black streak, awe struck.

“Yes. Now back in to you’re chair.” Professor Helvetica said, pushing Annita back to her chair.

Professor Helvetica picked another envelope. “Neshia Merton.”

Neshia stood up. She had black hair in a loose ponytail with pieces of hair falling out.

Professor Helvetica read the letter, “White.”

The same thing that happened to Annita happened to Neshia, except in white. After it was done Neshia sat down again.

“Tabitha Taggert.” Professor Helvetica said.

Tabitha now stood up. She, like Neshia, had black hair.

Professor Helvetica opened the envelope. “Grey.”

Tabitha was clothed in grey and given a grey streak. Tabitha sat down again.

“That is our first group.” Professor Helvetica said.

“May we go now, Professor?” Annita asked sweetly.

“Not yet, dear.” Professor Helvetica said. “You go once everybody has a colour.”

Professor Hector led the new boys up the left hand stairs.

“You boys excited to become spy’s?” Professor Hector asked.

“Boy, are we.” Malcolm said. “Right, boys?”

“Yeah.” the boys said.

The boys walk in to a room similar to the girls and sat down in the chairs. Professor Hector picks an envelope, and then adjust his round spectacles and read the envelope, “Kyle Zook.”

Kyle looks around anxiously. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Professor Hector said, pointing to his right.

Kyle got up and walked to Professor Hector’s side. Professor Hector opened the envelope and read, “Green.”

The messy handwriting spelled

The messy hand writing saying “GREEN” appeared above Kyle’s head. Kyle clothes turned in to a green long sleeve shirt and green pants and black belt and a tiny bit of green went through his blond hair.

“Neat-o!” Nick said.

“Cool!” Chris said.

Kyle ran back to his seat and sat down. Professor Hector read another envelope from the colourful box, “Chris Wenzel.”

Chris stood up immediately and walked over to Professor Hector.

“Whats my colour?” Chris asked.

“I am getting to that.” Professor Hector said impatiently, adjusting his spectacles again.

Professor Hector read the envelope and said, “Purple.”

“PURPLE” appeared above Chris’s head. Chris’s body was swallowed in to a sea of purple, and last a pinch of purple was added to his hair and a black belt was added to his waist.

“Purples my fave colour!” Chris said, rubbing his dark brown hair.

“Yes, cool, Chris. Next.” Professor Hector said shoving Chris back in to his seat.

“Nick Vail .” Professor Hector read.

Nick jumped out of his seat.

“Blue.”

Nick was covered in blue like Kyle and Chris and the hand writing spelled “Blue” over his head. Then Nick sat down with is group.

“Hey, Blue.” Chris said to Nick.

“Hi ya, Purple.” Nick said to Chris.

“Give a hand for are first group!” Professor Hector said, putting his hands together.

The boys clapped.

“Clarissa Plunket.” Professor Helvetica said.

Clarissa got up and started towards Professor Helvetica without saying a word, but she stumbled on her feet and fell on to her face. All the girls laughed except Jessica and Sarah. Jessica and Sarah helped Clarissa up. Clarissa looked at them and nodded, then she went to stand beside Professor Helvetica.

“Blue.”

Messy blue hand writing saying “BLUE” appears above Clarissa’s head and blue is swallowed in to a tornado of blue. A long blue streak appears in her waist long hair. Clarissa carefully walks back, whispering to herself. Professor Helvetica takes another envelope from the colourful box and read, “Jessica Burgess.”

“You’re colour is purple.” Professor Helvetica said, when Jessica was walking to the front of the room.

Jessica was immersed in purple. The purple streak zoomed down her brown ponytail, and the purple messy hand writing appeared above her head

“That was amazing!” Jessica shrieked, and Annita rolled her eyes.

Jessica walked back to her chair beside Clarissa’s, with a smile on her face.

“Sarah Unger.” Professor Helvetica said.

Sarah got out of her seat, pulling her fingers through her dirty blond, wavy, shoulder length hair.

“Colour.” Sarah said impatiently, popping a piece of gum in her mouth.

Professor Helvetica opened the envelope, “Pink.”

The same messy hand writing spelled the word “PINK” above Sarah’s head. Instead of a shirt and skirt, Sarah got a knee length dress and elbow length sleeves

“Beautiful.” Sarah murmured, examining her pink dress.

Sarah sat down beside Clarissa because she thought Jessica would be really noisy.

“Group two is finished! One more to go.” Professor Helvetica exclaimed.

“Group two.” Professor Hector murmured, sticking his hand in the colourful box. “Xavier Graff.”

Xavier was tall and had messy dark brown hair and large emerald green eyes.

“Orange.”

“ORANGE” appeared above Xavier’s head, and Xavier was given a orange suit and a black belt and a bit of orange in his dark brown hair. Xavier sat back down without saying a word.

“Aaron Salzar. That’s not a very good spy name, Aaron?” Professor Hector said.

“Short for Armando.” Aaron said, standing up.

“That’s a better spy name.” Professor Hector said. “Yellow.”

The word “YELLOW” Glowed bright above Armando’s head. Armando was given his yellow outfit, then he sat down again,

“Armando’s a cool name.” Xavier whispered when Armando sat down.

“I know,” Armando whispered back. “I thought it was really cool too.”

“And last for this group, Seth.” Professor Hector said. “Now thats a name that will do good for a spy.”

Seth stood up proudly. “I know.”

Professor Hector adjusted his spectacles and read, “Red.”

The words “RED” burned above Seth’s head and a red tornado swallowed Seth up and he came out of the tornado in red clothes a black belt and a pinch of red in his hair.

“Group 2 complete.” Professor Hector said. “Now we are going to do this group quickly because we have to get to dinner after this.” Professor Helvetica said, pulling out the last three envelopes. “Paige, Heidi, and Bridget.”

The three girls stood up and walked over to Professor Helvetica.

“Red,” Professor Helvetica said, putting her hand on Heidi. “Yellow,” now she put her hand on Bridget. “And orange.” she put her hand on Paige.

The girls all transformed and sat back down.

“We are done! congratulations, girls!” Professor Helvetica said. “Oh! I forgot.”

Professor Helvetica snapped her fingers and the colour words above them disappeared.

“Downstairs we go.” Professor Helvetica said, and they all headed put of the room.

“My sister, Professor Helvetica, is telling me to hurry up on my spy watch, so I will do you last ones at once.” Professor Hector said.

“Your sister is Professor Helvetica?” Nick laughed.

“And your letting her boss you around?” Chris teased.

“She’s my older sister, and I want her to respect me, so I respect her.” Professor Hector said.

“Cheesy.” Nick whispered to Chris.

“Really cheesy.” Chris whispered to Nick, about to burst out laughing.

Professor Hector rolled his eyes then read the two envelopes in his hand, “Blake Cahill, and Dominic Voodsten.”

The boys stood up and said, “Colour?”

“Blake, white, and Dominic, Grey.” Professor Hector said, reading the envelope.

Blake and Dominic were dressed in there colour and had the messy hand writing write there colours above there head’s. Then they sat down again.

“Who’s the last one in our group?” Dominic asked.

“Malcolm Blackblood.” Professor Hector answered.

Malcolm stood up with a smirk on his face.

“Black.”

Malcolm was dressed like Blake and Dominic, but instead of just a pinch of black in his hair, he was given a black lightning strike in his blond hair.

“Special.” Professor Hector said, examining Malcolm’s lighting strike. “Well, lets get downstairs for dinner.”

The boys followed Professor Hector down the stairs for dinner.

Trapped- Chapter 2: Scratches - Rough Draft

<-Edna Grell(this is what she would look like in real life, maybe)

Kacy felt fear. Terror. She wanted to puke. She wanted to leave. Kacy was frantically trying to pulf thhe shrug sleeve from Madison, all the while saying the same thing in her head. No, no, no, no!

She could hear the sound of he heart beating, blood rushing from her cheeks. 

"Edna, help," breathed Kacy. She was angry. Very angry, 

"Madison, give Kacy her sleeve please," asked Edna in the sweetest, kindest voice she could muster. She placed a small hand on Kacy's shoulder. 

"Why?" asked Madison in marvel. "These things are cool!"

"No...no....no!" Kacy's voice was rising. Soon she'd be yelling at Madison. 

Kacy was even more embarrassed than before. She looked at circle of kids who were all laughing glaring at her scales. She look down to her feet. 

The boy laughed. "Those things are cool, Maddy? More like creepy!"

Thats when Kacy exploded. She ripped the shrug sleeve out of Madison's hand and pushed Edna's hand off her shoulder. 

"What's your name?" she growled to the boy.

"Ryder," he said, a small part of his tongue hanging from his mouth. He was smirking at her, probably pleased he got her all fired up. 

"Well, Ryder," growled Kacy. "I prefer not to be called 'creepy'."

"Why should I listen to you, Scale Girl!" laughed Ryder. That was it. Someone was going to get hurt. And that someone was Ryder. Without even thinking, Kacy's hand raked across Ryder's face. Blood was pouring from his face. At first he looked shocked, and Kacy was pleased with his reaction, but then he started screaming. Then the consequences started kicking in. Mr. Briggs is going to kill me. Adults started surrounding Ryder. Nurse's came in minutes later. I knew one too. Lucy Wells. She looked at Kacy, a shocked, disappointed look. Kacy was embarrassed and ashamed now. And once again she looked at my feet. The shiny shoes didn't look so shiny now. 

She felt the hard grip of Mr. Briggs. The way he gripped her spoke for itself. I am in so much trouble. 

"Kacy," he whispered in to Kacy's ear, every word sticking in her head like glue. He didn't say sweetheart. That meant it was serious. "May I talk to you?"

"Yes sir," her voice was shaken. She didn't want talk to Mr. Briggs one second! 

He took her aside, to the corner of the room. Kacy was overwhelmed with fear. Don't hurt me. 

"If I didn't need you, sweetheart, you would be dead right now," he hissed. Kacy smelled the fragrance of...iris's as he talked. What did he do, eat flowers? "Let me explain this to you, seethesrt. I need to be in contact with Mr. Ryder's Guardian, and you probably just ruined all of my chances. What on all freaking earth made you scratch his face?" I need to be in contact with Ryder's Guardian? What does that mean? His face was all scrunched up in anger. Kacy was afraid to answer. Should she lie? Or should she answer truthfully? Would answering truthfully harm her?

"He called me...he called me Scale Girl!" she hated telling the truth the second the words flew out of her mouth. 

Mr. Briggs just gaped at her, to fed up to answer. "Get out of my sight. Now." Then he turned away and went towards the group of people huddling Ryder.

Kacy looked to Edna, who was having a serious conversation with a nurse. Edna? Being serious? What? Edna scurried over and took me by the hand. "Lets go miss."

Oh, what had Kacy done? She felt even more bad every second. 
She couldn't help it anymore. She collapsed to the ground, balling her eyes out. "I didn't meant to, Edna! I didn't want to hurt!" she cried. Well, it probably sounded more like screaming. "I'm sorry! I'm so, so, so sorry!" I just want my stupid life become better.

Edna wrapped herself around Kacy, holding her eve so close. Kacy instantly began to feel better. Human contact. She didn't know how much she craved it. To be held tight by another. It felt so nice. 

"Lets get your makeup off and then watch a movie, okay?" Kacy was so glad she didn't saying anything about the scratch. No, I know you're sorry, or, it'll all be alright. It made Kacy feel comforted. 

"Okay," whispered Kacy, her voice weak from screaming. "Okay." 



SORRY ITS SHORT:(