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Holly:
"Come on Holly!" my best friend Lucy was almost hysterical now, "you know they'll take you, you're the nicest and prettiest girl in the whole village!"
"Now I wouldn't say that," I retorted. " They could take you too, you're very sweet as well, Lucy."
"See, stuff like that! Do you really want to live your whole life in one of the books in the shop downtown!"
"Don't be silly, and don't worry about me one bit. Plus, I have Chirpy to protect me if anyone comes to take me away," I joked. My brightly colored parrot, Chirpy, was perched lightly on my finger as I fed her another of her parrot food nuggets.
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you, and if this is the last time I ever see you, I want you to know that you are my best friend in the whole universe. Oh, and I'll take care of Chirpy for you."
"Thanks, you're my best friend too," I said cheerilly, but I was worried now. When I reached my house, I asked my father to board up my window tonight.
"That sounds like a good idea," he responded darkly. " I'm worried about you, honey, you're pretty and sweet, and a perfect candidate for them to take."
Now I was really worried! As my father boarded up the windows I sat on my bed and watched the clock tick-tick-tick. It was now eight o'clock, and time to go to bed. As I took my ebony-black hair out of its long braid and changed into my lacey nightgown, I said goodbye to everything that I held near and dear to my heart. Oh well, I thought, I've done all I can now. It's up to them now.
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Is it ok if I change for Greta to be not at the School for G and E yet? Anyway, if so…
Greta~
I walked down the streets of Ship's Haven, receiving the usual disliking stares, but mixed with something else. Happiness. They thought I was going to go to that stupid school. Well I wouldn't, not if I could help it. I walked faster. Today I had a destination to reach.
I turned a corner and tripped into a muddy puddle. I cursed, attracting stares from people nearby. I gave them my usual glare and kept walking. I reached a dark house and was about to go into it when a hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned around and hissed like a snake. Myrtle Furtz. She frowned at me, a concerned frown. I glared back. Why did she have to be so…caring? It sickened me.
"Greta, I know what you and the other people of your little… gang are doing down there, who you're holding down there. She's a Good person. Be like her, for once, and set her free. Please," she said. She smiled at me like her little talk and a smile would change my mind. She wished. I smiled like I agreed with her. She kept smiling and loosened her grip. I pulled away and walked into the house. Who did she think she was, anyway? Telling me what to do. To do the right thing. Well, guess what, Myrtle? I'm not usually in the mood for the right thing.
Sorry if this is bad!
@Cozette: I saw you posted a few days ago, and if you mean The Sisters Grimm series, then YES!! I love that series! So sad it ended!
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Anslee ~
My black, tattered cloak fluttered around my ankles as I moved up the street, face down yet a cruel grin on my face. I felt the customary looks of disgust and hate on my back, though that just enhanced my mood. I hated most of the people in this town. Complete idiots. They couldn't see true talent when it was right in front of their faces. I knew they were all secretly begging for me to be taken tonight. No worries, I was sure I would be.
A wind blasted through the streets, sending everything not held down flying. People scurried home to avoid the oncoming storm. But not me. No, I relished it. Across the street, Patricia Perkins was hurrying homeward, head bent against the storm. I despised her possibly more than Ashlen. At least Ashlen accepted the fact of how I was, though I knew she disagreed. Patricia was always trying to "convince" me to be "good". How stupid and naïve she is.
I crossed the street, following a little ways behind. At that time, the sky unleashed, and rain began to pour down. Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed. Patricia winced at every tremoundous clash of thunder and lightning. I took the opportunity.
"He's coming!" I said as I rushed forward, grabbing her from behind and hissing into her ear. She gave a scream.
"He's coming and you're next!" I hissed louder, my grip tightening. I gave a maniacal screeching laugh, and Patricia broke into terrified sobs.
"Remember," I said, my voice lowering now to an innocent whisper, "he is coming, and he will take you. He is coming, and I'm going too."
At this Patricia let out another terrified shriek, and her sobbing intensified. My grip relaxed, and I gave her a shove forward. She shot forward like a bullet, running and slipping, trying to get away, crying all the while. Rain continued to lash out at us, with lightning giving periodical bursts of light. And I just stood there laughing.
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I'll do Ashlen's POV later.
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OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love this book also. I want to read the sequel so bad!!!!
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Eula~
Mother and I had always lived on the outskirts of town, so I was glad to know be there as they prepared their most good and evil children for the School Master.
Mother would have made me go. At our town, it was tradtion to line all the children up, and an honor to be choosen by the School Master. But I had no intentions of going to our town's stupid little ceremony. I'd rather work on my plans to ruin Pamina's "Happy Ever After."
Shortly after Mother disappeared, a new story was introduced into the books, "The Magic Flute." A daring prince, Tamino, saves a gorgous girl, Pamina, and her mother, the goddess of the night, is defeated. The details of the story were sketchy, but it was enough to lite rage beneath me. Pamina, my older sister, finnally had her happily ever after. Now I had to ruin it for her. Not just for me, for Mother as well. How could she be so heartless as to let her mother die!?
It never said the goddess died, but it was implied. And every night, as I went to sleep, I could hear my mother, whispering in my ears. I had to ruin Pamina for her. I had to have revenge.
The probablity that I was the most evil child over ten years old was almost one hundred percent. I'd turned thirteen a couple of weeks ago, too young for the School Master to take last time, but just perfect right now. He wouldn't take me, though. He never sought out children in the town–he merely took the two standing right outside, lined up like toys on a shelf.
As I lay down to sleep, I thought of my plan to ruin Pamina. First, I would kill her beloved Tamino. That would ruin her more than anything. I snickered. I never had met Tamino, but I had no doubt he would be scared of me and fairly easy to kill.
I'd never met Pamina, either.
Mother had kept me a secret from her my whole life. Her beautiful daughter couldn't know about her younger, ugly sister. This must've been some way for her to make me hate Pamina, but I couldn't care.
"You must end her happy ever after," Mother whispered in my ears.
I rolled over on my shoulder and closed my eyes, devious plots filling my head. "Goodnight Mother. I hate you too."
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I have a sudden urge to write Myrtle's POV. Weird…
Myrtle~
"Bye, Mother" I said, kissing my beautiful mother's cheek."I'll be back in about an hour. Don't worry, I will pick up the dress you want, but first I'm going to feed the homeless down in Easthallow, and donate that money you gave me for my birthday to the children in the orphanage there, too. And don't worry, when I am going to Easthallow, I will make sure to be careful on that shortcut because it is shady" I didn't like to talk, but my poor mother was mute and couldn't speak on account of The Accident. My poor, lovely mother, with her dark brown hair that was pulled into a small braid in the front on each side, and her crescent shaped eyes, and her ever-present trusting smile.
She took a note card out of a pocket of her sleek, pink, lacy dress and wrote have fun, sweetheart. Be safe. You are too good and beautiful to be hurt. Be safe.
"Oh, Mama, I'm not good or beautiful, you know that. Bye. Love you" I hugged her before she could reply, and departed before she could tell me that I was good and beautiful. I walked along the road, humming, "The Fox" my bag of food, made up of an old dress of mine and had before been my mom's, lightly banging against my side. The road grew darker as I took a right and entered the shortcut, which was known as a shady place.
Suddenly Greta appeared in front of me, walking with deliberance toward the house. Greta was that person that was no doubt going to be chosen to go to the School for Evil this year. The house was, well… let me tell you a little story
Once upon a time there was a girl. She was walking along the street, humming happily, ready to give her old toys to the family down the road that had none and nine kids, not one over seven, in the house. Before she reached the house, however, she saw a few figures in the alleyway to her left wearing dark clothing and one wearing white. The dark figures were fighitng with the white-clothed one, who was saying, "I just want to go back to my school. Please! Where are you taking me?! I'm a Good! What did I do wrong!"
The girl dropped the bag of toys and ran to help the struggling girl (as the girl with the toys had figured out) to escape the others, but before she reached them, the girl in white was dragged into the house, and the toy girl heard a female voice say, "Now, you tell us everything about your school, alright?"
The toy girl ran to the house and hammered and twiste the knob. but it was locked. She walked bakc, knowing there was nothing she could do now that Greta had gotten her with her goons.
Now I will give you one guess on who the toy girl is.
On impulse, I ran up to Greta, and grabbed her just as we reached the threshold of the house she was holding the Good person in. She turned around and hissed.
"Greta, I know what you and the other people of your little… gang are doing down there. She's a Good person. Be like her, for once, and set her free. Please" I smiled at her. Maybe for once she would listen to me. To my surprise, she smiled back. It looked odd on her face, an actual smile, instead of a maniputalive smile or a scowl. I loosened my grip. She pulled away and smiled, a Greta smile. Rats. She knew me too well. Why did she have to be so… Evil? I just don't understand.
So since the only character Myrtle has made contact with is Greta, and vice versa, I decided not to advance the story. Hope that's alright with everyone!
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Holly:
I was roused by a strange sound in the street. Then a kind of scuttering on the trellace on the side of the house. I pulled the covers up to my eyes. I was sure it was the schoolmaster coming for me. I refrained from screaming out, not wanting to wake my father and endanger him too. He was so kind, and he always loved me. No, it would be horrifying for him to see me dragged into the woods by a shadowy figure. Dragged away into the unknown, where I will never see anyone I know or love ever again. There was a sound on the window now. A kind of rapping. I squeezed my eyes shut in fright. Then I heard laughter.
"Gotca!" Lucy laughed.
"Don't do that!" I replied, but I was laughing too.
We were laughing so hard we almost didn't notice the strange noises outside.
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Ha ha ha! Suspence!
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Someone write! I love this thread! Don't let it die!
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I will write tomorrow if nobody else does.
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Fish fingers and custard! GERONIMO!!!
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Finally getting around to this!
Ashlen ~
Wind whipped my grey, woolen skirt around my ankles, my hair flying around my shoulders. Thunder rumbled nearby, and storm clouds blocked out the sun, turning everything into dull shades of grey.
How apropos, I thought with a bitter smile.
Rain began to fall. Gently at first, then harder with each passing minute. I remained where I was, carefully watching the road. Finally, after several minutes, a black figure swaggered up the road, seemingly in no hurry.
"Heya there Ashlen," Anslee said, a sarcastic grin on her face. Her hair was plastered to her face, her clothes were soaked and muddy, yet she looked like she hadn't a care in the world. But I knew that was far from the truth.
I said nothing, just turning and walking into the house. Anslee scoffed behind me. At times I questioned why I was always so concerned as to whether or not she came home. At times I considered not bothering to stand out there in the rain, and let Anslee just fend for herself. I was willing to be she could, but I always found myself placing the shawl around my shoulders and standing out in the yard to watch. I always found myself cooking enough for the both of us, cleaning and darning her clothes. I knew, even acknowledged, that underneath the stress, I cared deeply about her. She was my sister, my twin. It couldn't be helped.
"He coming tonight!" Anslee cackled.
I felt myself tense. I'd been dreading tonight my whole life. I knew, the whole village knew, that the Schoolmaster would take Anslee. I heard them talk, saying it would be a relief to me, that I could have a normal life despite the loss of mother and father, once Asnlee was gone. But they were wrong. It would be the hardest thing I've ever faced.
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I lay in bed, yet I wasn't least bit tired. I knew Anslee wasn't asleep either. Our room was small, yet the darkness seemed infinite. I wished I could pierce it, vanquish it, with the dagger clenched in my fist. I doubted I could defeat the Schoolmaster with just a dagger. A whole town now stood outside the village, fires burning, pitchforks and kitchen knives in hand in an attempt to keep their children safe. They'd been trying different tactics for years, yet once the Schoolmaster had chosen, there was no stopping him.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew the window shutters open, and the humid night air blew in.
"He's here!" Anslee gasped in excitement, like a child in a candy store.
"Shush! He isn't coming, he won't take you," I hissed, climbing out of bed and moving to the window, dagger still in hand.
Anslee just snorted.
I looked out into the night. There was no sign of anything. Still, I remained where I was, guarding the window.
The minutes crept by, only the distant sounds of villagers to be heard. My muscles relaxed, though my mind remained alert.
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