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:( 

Trapped- Chapter 1: Scary Parties & Uncomfortable Ballgowns- Rough Draft

<-Kacy Miller(just an idea of what she would look like, maybe)

9 years later...

Kacy opened her eyes to a place that was all to familiar. All to old.

She pushed off the covers off and hopped out of her bed. Then she did what she did every morning when she woke. Kacy pushed open the curtain and stared out the window, admiring the beautiful scenery. She hadn't been outside in years. Mr. Briggs hadn't let her. He said that Kacy had to stay inside the building so she could be safe. But for all Kacy cared, she preferred to be free then trapped up in a room all her life.

Alone. Trapped. Contained.

Well, she wasn't entirely alone. She had Edna. Edna Grell. Edna was Kacy's unique 17 year old maid. 

"Oh, Miss Miller! Oh, oh, oh!" shrieked a small, high voice. Edna's small, high voice. "Guess what today is!"

Kacy racked her mind for any special events today.

Christmas? No. Halloween? No. Mr. Briggs yearly party? No. Mr. Briggs birthday? No. My birthday? Yes. She thought, but before she could say anything, Edna shrieked again.

"It's your 16th birthday! A very special age! Mr. Briggs is going to have a gigantic party just for you!" shrieked Edna excitedly. Kacy frowned. She didn't want to celebrate her birthday with her Mr. Briggs at all! She wanted to watch a movie and cuddlef under a comfy blanket while drinking hot chocolate. "What's wrong Miss Miller?" asked Edna.

"Edna," said Kacy as she made her bed. Edna stopped Kacy and took the job, all the while looking quite concerned. "I really don't want to go to a party in a fancy dress. I just want to stay in my room for my birthday."

She waited for Edna to start screaming and crying and saying she had to go otherwise Mr. Briggs would get mad at her, but she simply nodded and said, "O-okay then..."

Kacy realized that Edna wasn't depressed because she would get in trouble, but because she probably was quite excited to go to the party herself. Kacy sighed.

"Well then Miss, I guess-" started Edna, Kacy cutting her off.

"You know, I'll go," sighed Kacy, running her hand through her long, wavy, dirty blond hair. "Only for you, though."

Edna started jumping up and down. "Oh, it's time to get you ready Miss Miller!"

She ran over to Kacy's wardrobe and started picking out different outfits. Kacy watched as Edna threw outfits over her shoulders and on to her four poster bed. Every so often Kacy would hear Edna mutter something like: "This would really compliment her eyes!" or "No...just no."

Soon enough Edna stood herself up to her full height, which wasn't that tall. 5'0 by tallest and said, "Okay, try these on now Miss."

Kacy sighed loudly. She despised trying on clothes. Ecspecially fancy dresses like these. But Kacy didn't say anything as she started toward the bathroom. The first dress was a long blue one. Wool. She hated wool. It was so uncomfortable and itchy. When she showed Edna, Edna made her twirl.

"Oh, it's so nice!" she shrieked. "But isn't your style. Go try on the next one."

After many dresses, Kacy tried on a silk silver one that she found quite comfy and nice. The dress reached her feet and had no sleeves. Hoping that Edna would like it, she stepped out of the bathroom.

"Like it?" whispered Kacy, twirling.

"Love it!" shrieked Edna. "Now time for shoes!"

Kacy sighed and twitched slightly. Why did I get this maid? Sure, Edna was her best friend, but she was also one of those people that she didn't want to see sometimes. Times like today.

"How about these?" Edna held up a pair of gold heels to match the dress.

"Sure, whatever," Kacy put the heels on and took a couple wobbly steps. I hate heels. 

"They're perfect!" exclaimed Edna. Kacy sighed once again. She didn't think they were perfect. "Now, what shall I do with your hair?" Edna ran in to the bathroom and grabbed some clips, bobby pins, elastics, hairspray, and lotion.

Edna began working her magic, pulling strands of hair everywhere, putting some clips here and some bobby pins there. Kacy leaned her head back to find that she hadn't noticed that today Edna wasn't wearing her usual funky outfit, but a sad, dark one.

"What's with the dark outfit?" asked Kacy, bringing her head back to it's normal position.

"Oh, well, today Mr. Briggs father died," sighed Edna. "Quite a shame if you ask me. He was quite a friendly man."

Quite a shame for sure! He's the guy that asked his son to lock me up in a mansion and never let me out! 

"Hm, quite a shame," Kacy rolled her eyes. She didn't care anything for Mr. Briggs family, because he's the one who separated her from hers. 

"Yes. Mr. Briggs actually cried! It was quite touching if I do say so myself," said Edna all sad like.

"Quite touching," murmured Kacy. Mr. Briggs was a cold man, yet pretended he was a kind, jolly and happy man. Plus, how were you exactly supposed to be friends with your kidnapper?

"Oh, that reminds me. I forgot to give you the liquid," said Edna, lifting a remote from her belt. She pressed a big red button and Kacy winced a bit as the liquid shot through her veins. It didn't hurt as much as it used to, though. The first time Mr. Briggs met her, the liquid made Kacy unconscious. Now it felt as if she was going numb. Her whole entire body. It felt like all the veins in her arm froze. Kacy never knew the exact reason for the liquid, but she knew that Mr. Briggs was planning something evil. She was sure of it.

Edna made a sound, a happy sound, and Kacy knew she was done. Edna turned Kacy around towards the mirror. Kacy knew that she looked much prettier with what Edna did to her face. She didn't look so pale or lifeless with all the makeup Edna placed on her face. 

"Ah, you look lovely!" said Edna, joyfully. I'll knock on your door when its party time!"

Then Edna slipped out of the room, silently closing the door, and Kacy sat on the couch and rocked back and forth, staring at the clock and dreading how long she'd been in this mansion.

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"Time to go Miss!" Edna shook Kacy from her sleep. Kacy yawned. "Are you ready, Miss?"

"Oh, yeah," mumbled Kacy. She stood on her feet, and wobbled. Ugh, heels.

She tried to remind herself why she had decided to have this party. Oh, yeah. Because of Edna.

Wobbling down the hallway in these heels made Kacy feel like throwing up. Her head was spinning, too. And the dress? It itched like crazy. Just like the wool.

And I thought this dress would be comfy. Turns out its just like wool. 

Edna stood close beside Kacy, catching her whenever she fell over because of her heels. Kacy felt extremely dizzy.

Edna rolled her eyes. "You need some more practice in these things, Miss! It's like you've never worn heels before!" she exclaimed.

"It's because I haven't worn heels before!" cried Kacy, falling on to her back.

"What?" gasped Edna like it was the end of the world. "You haven't worn heels?"

Kacy started her way back up from off the floor and grabbed her back. Ouch. That hurt. A lot.

"No," muttered Kacy quietly. She stood up and pressed her hands against her back.

"Oh, are you alright Miss?" asked Edna. "Do you need some bandages?"

"No," whispered Kacy. "Let's just go."She was feeling annoyed and upset. She wasn't even at the party yet and everything was already going wrong. They walked down the hall slowly, Kacy wobbling even more than before. In every step she took, she almost fell over.

"Ack!" yelped Kacy as she swung her arms in circles to get her balance. "These things are impossible to walk in!"

"Miss! They are definitely not impossible to walk in! I walk in them every day!" said Edna. Every day?

"Fine!" huffed Kacy. "It isn't for you and is for me."

Kacy sighed when she saw the stairs. How was she supposed to go down those? She knew she would fall over at least once, probably break her neck.

"Agh, the torture never stops, does it?" said Kacy, slightly raising her voice. 

Edna stared at her blankly. "What do you mean?"

Kacy rolled her eyes. "Never mind."

She waved her hand in the air and Edna shrugged.

"Ah well," muttered Edna.

This was one of those moments where Kacy and Edna did not get along, Kacy being ignorant of others feelings and Edna usually thinking she could personally rule the world.

Kacy "confidently" concurred the stairs as Edna just ignored her, letting Kacy fall a couple times. Kacy nudged Edna. She knew what she had done wrong. Kacy had learned this from years of living and talking to Edna. 

Edna hated not knowing something. It was just part of her personality. "Never mind" wasn't telling her something. It was like keeping a secret to her.

Edna nudged Kacy back. Then she suddenly spoke, "Oh, Miss! There's the room where we are going to have the party!" she shrieked. A huge grin spread across her face. Kacy knew that Edna was more than excited. She was ecstatic to go to this party.

Kacy played with her hair, pulling a few strands out of her bun. Edna looked up at her. She made a face, liked she was upset at what she was doing. "Don't mess up your hair!" Kacy immediately stopped playing with her hair.

The Edna's face softened. "Ready?" asked Edna. Kacy nodded her head, but really, she would prefer to be laying in her bed and watching a movie at the moment. Edna pushed open the doors.

Kacy gasped. She felt even more dizzy now. There were way to many people for her to handle. 300 at least, all in fancy gowns and suits. Mr Briggs made is way to the front of the room, until he was standing directly in front of Kacy. 

"Hi," she whispered, waving her fingers a bit.

"Hi sweetheart," he said bitterly, waving is fingers the slightest bit. Kacy despised being called "sweetheart". It didn't sound right to her. And especially Mr. Briggs calling her it. It made it even worse. But he had called her sweetheart since she first came here, so she had gotten used to the terrible nickname.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to Kacy Miller's birthday celebration!" announced Mr. Briggs. The crowd applauded and Kacy looked down at her feet while twirling her hair around her finger. She did this when she was embarrassed, and at the moment, she was extremely embarrassed. Then, music started to play and people started to dance and play games. Kacy on the other hand, darted towards the food. Delicious gourmet food was laid out. The first thing Kacy's eyes saw was the gigantic cake. Mr. Brigg's stood up beside her.

"What?" asked Kacy, grabbing a plate. Mr. Briggs hovered over her, making Kacy feel creeped out and uncomfortable. "Why did you give me a party? You've never given me a party."

"Ah, yes, sweetheart. But 16 is a very special age," said Mr. Briggs, nibbling at a cookie.

Kacy remembered what Edna had said earlier: It's your 16th birthday! A very special age! 

Kacy wondered what Mr. Briggs and Edna meant by "16 was a very special age", because to Kacy, it felt the same as her other birthdays. Plain. Nothing really that special. Just another year in the mansion. 

"Why is it such a special age?" asked Kacy, cutting a bit of some pie in a pie tin and dropping it on her plate. "Edna said the same earlier."

Mr. Briggs just shook is head and said, "You'll find out soon enough, sweetheart." 

Kacy frowned. "Fine." 

She grabbed a fork from the table and walked away. She got bumped in to from the people dancing and got knocked over a few times, but someone was always there to help her up and say, "Happy birthday!" 

She found some kids her age playing a game which they said was called "telephone". Kacy sat down beside Edna and a girl that claimed her name was Madison. 

"Hi," whispered Madison. "I'm Master Ukel's daughter."

"Ukel? Master?" asked Kacy. "And I am the daughter of I-don't-not-know-who."

"Yeah. Kun-fu Master!" Madison made a kun-fu swiping motion. Kacy forced a fake smile. She was so used to forcing a smile when people were around it was kind of natural. "Isn't Mr. Briggs your father?"

The comment made Kacy laugh bitterly. "Mr. Briggs? Yeah, right! No way!"

"Oh. Okay then," said Madison, looking kind of embarrassed. Kacy felt maybe she had made to much of a big deal out of it. "Oh, look! The game is starting!"

After the rules of the game where briefly explained by a tall boy, the age of Kacy, he started the game. Kacy waited patiently for someone to whisper in her ear. There were so many happy giggles throughout the game, Kacy thought this game must be really stupid.

"This baloney is possum," chuckled Madison. "Pass it on."

Kacy turned to Edna who was on her other side. Edna was grinning so much that Kacy thought her face my fall off. 

"This Baboney is Possum," she whispered to Edna. "Pass it on."

Once everybody had taken a turn, a little girl beside the boy who started, shouted, "That Baboon is Possum!"

Everybody burst in to laughter and Kacy smiled slightly. It was a bit funny.

"No!" laughed the boy. "It was: This birthday is awesome, not that baboon is possum!"

Everybody was doubled over laughing- except for Kacy. She stood up and started walking away when Madison pulled on her shrug, pulling the sleeve of of Kacy's arm, showing the bag. And her scales. 

No. 

Trapped- Prologue- Rough Draft

7 years ago...

Kacy eyes slowly opened, revealing black everywhere. She was cramped, all rolled up in to a small ball. What?

Kacy's 7 year old mind was abuzz, confused thoughts were going through her head. Where am I? Why am I here? She tried to remember something, a person, a thing, anything, but every bit of her memory seemed to have  just disappeared. The only thing she could grasp was a image of a woman. Who is it? Is it someone I know?  The woman looked scared, frightened. Kacy wished she could hold that person tight. She wished she could hold anyone tight. She wanted human contact to know she wasn't alone. Then Kacy let the image disappear once again from her head and tried to think of what it meant, who it was, and when it happened.

She stretched out her legs as far as she could, which wasn't very far, an heard a small "klang" when she couldn't stretch any further. Curious about the sound, she tried to touch the sides of the dmdll area. Metal bars. WHERE AM I?!  Kacy tried to lean her head on something, but every position was so uncomfortable.

Kacy rolled on to her side, her legs curled up to her chest. She then noticed something faintly glowing on her arm. There was three tubes, all of the disappearing in to her arm. The tubes were connected to a plastic bag. Inside the bag was a sizzling blue liquid.  Kacy poked the bag, wondering what it was, but lifted her finger immediately. It was burning hot. Her finger stung so badly she thought it might be on fire. To stop the pain, Kacy tried sucking on her finger, doing very little to ease the pain. But if this hurts my finger so much, why doesn't hurt my arm? 

It all seemed to strange for Kacy to process, so instead of thinking, she just looked. Under the bag, which she managed to move by twisting her arm, was...a scale? Or it was what she thought to be a scale. It was the colour of the liquid. She caressed the surface of her arm where the so-thought-scale was, and became even more puzzled as she found it very cold.

But how could that be? It was right under the bag!

Her mind shifted from being confused to very confused. Questions were gathering in her and she wanted to ask someone what was going on. Because, exactly what was going on?

Until now, Kacy hadn't realized the gnawing in her stomach. She was hungry. Really hungry. She wanted to scream. Badly. She wanted to cry for help, but she was unsure anyone would come, seeing that this house seemed abandoned. She was most likely was alone.  Ahhhh! 

But with a hopeful mind, she did scream. As loud as she could possibly manage, since her voice was hoarse. 

"Help!" she cried, trying to see in the dim light. Unexpected footsteps came in to earshot. Kacy squinched to see if she could make out a silouhette, and she could after a few moments. A tall one. She squinched even more to see some more detailed, but none appeared in the dark room.

"Who are you?" asked Kacy in a hushed voice. The person stepped forward.

"I, my dear, am Mr. Briggs," said a deep man voice. Mr. Briggs, snapped his fingers and a light turned on. Kacy finally was able to see where she was. She was in a large cage, and the room was red. Thats all it seemed to be. Red curtains, red couches, red chairs, red floor, red walls. Red.

"How did you do that?" she gasped, glaring at the ceiling. When she finished examining the room, she looked to the man to see what he looked like. He was bald, and tall. He had dark brown eyes that were nearly black. Like a black hole that'd suck you right in. He wore nothing but black, except for his slightly intimidating red tie. Kacy shuddered.

"Why am I hear?" asked Kacy, almost to quiet for her to even hear herself. 

"That'll be kept a secret, sweetheart. Alright?" said Mr. Briggs. Kacy shivered a bit from the way he said "sweetheart". The way it slithered off his tongue. The way he smiled as he said it. It all creeped Kacy out. Now she wanted to scream, "Help!", but resisted the temptation.

Mr. Briggs smile looked like he was forcing it. But yet,, she could tell he genuinely felt happy. Creepily happy. He reached down in to a pocket of his black pants and lifted a key out. 

"Kacy, you will be able to roam this mansion until we can free you. That sound good sweetheart?" Mr. Briggs smirked, and Kacy felt her head nodding, even though she didn't want to agree to this. Why would I be stuck   here? When will they let me go? Who are they? Mr. Briggs spoke again in a soft purr. "Alright then. See you later sweetheart."

Then he squatted down, and unlocked the cage. Kacy uncomfortably wiggled out of the cage, then collapsed on the ground. She felt like a snail as she ever so slowly pulled herself up on to her feet. She yawned, quietly. 

"Okay sweetheart. Now that you are out, go sit in that chair over there," said Mr. Briggs as he pointed to a red velvet chair that looked quite comfy and appealing to Kacy.

"Okay," she whispered, as she started stepping towards the chair. Kacy didn't even think that about the possible dangers of this chair. She was so tired all of the sudden, she just sat down with a big "thud". The chair was just as comfy as it looked. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Okay, bye sweetheart!" said Mr. Briggs. "Oh, and you might feel some tingling in you arm." He pushed a button on a remote he was holding and Kacy felt cold liquid enter her body. 

She just barely saw Mr. Briggs exit the room with a smile when she fell unconscious.