lillyandcharlotte

Fantasy and Mystery Lilly and Charlotte (Not for readers) Possible names for characters: Kajuf, Uisepur, Rhi, Aewrof, Leki, Jiuf, Bnerj, Riandi, Rkog, Zualinda, Nasdlu riasuej raiki fknahiur (main characters name: Chrysthemum)

Chapter 1

“Come closer child. Give it to me and I will return to you your brother.” “My brother!” I screamed as I saw him appearing in front of me. Tears were running down my cheeks. I tried to touch his mourning 3-year-old face, but something was holding me back. Slowly, the picture faded into thin air. “NO!” I screamed, grabbing at the air in front of me. “Ha-Ha-Ha!” The dark voice taunted, “Make up your mind, child, do not waste my time. Do or do you not want to have your brother once again, my young Chrysthemum?” The voice faltered, as if it were unsure. Silence. It was an uncomfortable silence, as if there were a feeling of uneasiness. “Decide, child!” the voice boomed, and it seemed as if it were hesitant. “We do not have all the time in the world!” A cold wind blew against me, pushing me to darkness unknown to me. “AAAAAHHHHH!” “ I’m going to kill you, oh yes, I’m going to kill you.”

“ I’m going to kill you if you don’t wake up, you… you- uchhh whatever! Ju- just wake up!” my sister said, pulling off my covers, finding their damp inner features. “Oh-no-you-didn’t!” “Oh shove off, you jerk!” I screamed as I pushed Lilac away. Let’s just say that Lilac and I aren’t the best of friends. “Well, we won’t go to soccer after school, if you don’t hurry up! Oh yeah, and about the pee-” “Lilac!!!” Apparently, Lilac thought this a wonderful moment to leave, and I agreed. As I started to clean up my pee soaked bed, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something moving. I tried to spot it, but as I turned my head, it disappeared. Whatever, I said to myself, and went back to cleaning my bed.

Chapter 2

After I got ready for soccer, we went to the soccer field, and I gathered with my team. “Hey, Chrysie,” said Sammy, my best friend. We’ve been friends since preschool, when we both started and commanded a food fight (which turned out to be a food war). She was the one who called the ambulance on the night when my brother died. My heart raced as I remembered the dream I had seen last night. My brother. If only you were here so that I could see you, that would comfort me. I remembered that cold and stormy night, the night I dread over all others. I held my two-year-old brother as I ran through the grass, while the black figures chased after us. Then it happened. Thunder boomed, and I dropped him. Then there was a crack of lightning. The streak of lightning hit my brother. He fell to the ground a second later. Then I remembered seeing two great red eyes as the streaks of lightning faded, staring right at me. I fainted, and found my self in a hospital bed with my stepfather Josh holding my hand, waiting to tell me the news.

“Okay girls,” said Charlie, our coach, probably the most handsome 20-year-old ever to exist. For some coincidental reason, Lilac had 57 pictures of him in her room, and I’ve counted. I’ve also checked her diary, which includes 183 love letters and hopes of marriage, all signed to, “My dearest Charliekins” (which she was going to send, but never did). “Today we’re gonna’ practice stealing the ball and passing it to one another without me taking it from you guys. Now everybody get in the position you think is best, and I’ll start with the ball. Now Sammy, try to take the ball from me.” A great big sigh arose from all the girls except for two, my worst enemy ever, Susan Rottanworthe, and me. Susan is big, fat, and muscular, not to mention ugly, and is the biggest bully of the school. We both weren’t that much into boys, not if you include Zack, the most charming, magnificent boy in the whole eighth grade (I’ve made plans for the future). Anyway, if I had a chance to kill Susan, her head would be missing the next day. So, the game started. “Hey Katie, pass!” “Helen, over here!” “Alice!” “Here, Here!” “Georgia, Charlie’s coming! Pass!” I shouted. And I saw the ball coming towards me. But then something happened. It darkened and I looked at a black cloud passing above, and I saw two gleaming red eyes looking at me… again.

Chapter 3

“Chrysie, Chrysie! You okay? Come on, wake up!" Sammy said, shaking me violently. "Yeah I'm okay. What's going on? Where in the world am I, and why am I in a bed?" "Oh Chrysie, thank goodness! You fainted! You're in Charlie's bed... oh, I wish I'd fainted! You're lucky!" "Sammy, snap out of it!" "Oh, right. Well, what happened?" "What happened?" I demanded, "That's what I'm asking you!" "What I mean is why'd you faint? Do you feel OK? Are you dehydrated? Do you have a headache? Do you feel like throwing-?" "Sammy just shut up! I'm all right. You'd already know what happened if you just shut up!" I said to Sammy, very annoyed my now. "You know how I told you about those two big red eyes I saw on the night... um, you know what I mean. Well, I saw them again." "Those? Oh my goodness! Are you sure? Could just be you're imagination, you know, you've got a very good one." "No Sammy, I saw them, they wouldn't have made me faint if they were just my imagination." "True, but it could have just been the shock from you imagining it." "Believe me Sammy, I saw those two with my own two. Something is going on." "Wadda' you mean?" asked Sammy. Sometimes I wonder if I'd find anything if I split her head open. "Well Sammy, is seeing two big, ugly eyes starin' at me evilly-like a regular sight?" "Yeah, if they're Rottanworthe's." "Ha ha, so very funny. The red ones, dummy!" "I was just kidding, shish Chrysie! Chilax!" "Sammy, this isn't the time to be funny, unless you want your head to be barbequed!" "So, what do we do?" "Well, I just wish mom were here. She would know what to do." We both looked away from one another, thinking of the other night a tragedy happened. My mom. She was the best mom ever. She always knew what was wrong, and made me feel better. Everyone loved her, even my friends. Except, when I was four, she had my brother, but she never really got to meet him. She died an hour later, and he was so small at birth, they took him away immediately. I always remember that night, same with the night with my brother too. But, just then, Lilac the weirdo, stomped in. "Time to go, freak. Shish, you shouldn't be scared of the ball." "Shut up!" Sammy and I said in unison. Sammy has the same feelings about my jerk sister. We can't believe how someone could even understand such an idiot seventeen-year-old. Lilac is the most popular in the eleventh grade, which Sammy, my step-dad Josh, and I don't understand at all. I wish he were here. He always helps me when she starts to get really annoying. Just since he's on a business trip, and won't be back for two more weeks, I have to deal with my brat for a sister. Sometimes he goes nuts, and leaves Lilac in charge. In my opinion, that is the worst idea I've ever heard, and Lilac agrees too (She'd rather have me not there so she could have parties). Any way, Lilac grabbed my arm and started to pull, when Charlie came in. She changed to my hand, and started to recite a speech about how sad and worried she was about me. Pretty much ignoring Lilac the love freak, Charlie announced, "Chrysie, you have a guest." "What?" I stammered as Zack, the boy I've had a crush on since kindergarten, now in my opinion the cutest boy in my entire eighth grade, walked in the room with flowers and some chocolates with a warm smile on his face. I didn't know, but he would be accompanying me on one of the biggest parts of my life soon.

Chapter 4

"So, after I left the room at Charlie's, he asked you out? Zack? Wow!" Sammy said excitedly, as we munched on popcorn in my attic bedroom the later that day. "Yep! I am so excited! I can't wait! I've been waiting all my life for this! What do I wear? How do I do my hair? Do I-?" "SHUT UP!!! I'm excited too, but I also have a strange feeling something bad is going on. Not about Zack, I mean about what happened to you. You know how you're seeing things-" "I am not seeing things! It's real!" I told Sammy, getting annoyed. "I know. That's what I mean. I mean the eyes. What do you think they mean?" I looked at Sammy in a way that sort of said, I-think-I-know-what's-going-on. Sammy looked at me sort of funny. I don't think she got what I was saying. "What? What? Why are you looking at me like that? Do you know something I don't?" "Well..." "You do?" "Sort of. Lately, I've been having these weird dreams. I had an awful one last night, but I'm not exactly sure they're dreams. They seemed real, like when I fall asleep, it's like something takes over, and comes to me. I can't stop it. It happens. And then there's the black creatures that were chasing us, you know, my..." I faltered off. I hate talking about my brother. It's sort of like I can't really say it aloud. It’s the same with my mother’s name. Then, I remembered something. I had screamed in my dream. I had screamed, "My brother!" How did that happen? The last time I screamed that, it was the night he...died. Wait, no, that was wrong. The last time I screamed that, was in my dream! "Sammy, there's something weird about those dreams. When was the last time I shouted, you know, "Brother!" Sammy thought about it for a second, then told me it was the night he died. I got a big knot in my throat. "No, it was in my dream last night. It was when I saw him last night. The voice seemed to make a life-size image of him. It wasn't a face I had ever seen. Then I thought about it. He might have actually made that face. He might not be dead. Like she said in the dream, I might be able to get him back." "Like who said in the dream? What face? You saw him? Huh? Can you tell me what's going on?" Sammy looked confused, but right then I fainted, and seemed to go into a place that was happy. Then some really nice looking girl appeared in front of me. She smiled one of the nicest smiles I had ever seen. All around her it seemed to be a happy, peaceful, forest. It made me have a happy feeling inside. Then, she started to talk to me. "Hello Chrysthemum, my name is Zualinda. I have come to tell you that you will go on a mission. Your father had decided that you have become the right age for such a large responsibility," "What are you talking about, my step-father is not my real father, and he is away on a business, and won't be back for two weeks. My mom died when my brother was born, and I never met my father. I think he left when I was born. Then Josh had just adopted my sister, brother, and me, for my mom." I had never thought of that. I'd better ask Josh. No! Wait! I remember! My father said he was in the army. He came back one time, but could only stay an hour, but it was always playing with Lilac, and me but definitely favored me. It was also right before my brother was born, and he never came to see anyone but me, and sort of Lilac, that one time. He had spent the last ten minutes talking to my mom in her room, and I had listened to what they said. Now that I think of it, they always seemed to have a secret that they talked about, but never said what it was aloud. It always involved me, saying my name many times in the conversation. It was also right before my mom got pregnant with my brother, and I'm not sure that's coincidental. Strange! "Did no one ever tell you what happened when your mother died, or about your father. Never mind, you shall learn later. I am just hear to tell you that you will know what to do when it happens, and in the end everything will turn out just fine. And that's a promise. Good-bye my friend, I-" "Wait, what are you talking about? Tell me more!" "My dear, you will soon learn what has happened and what will happened. Good-bye!" And she disappeared. "No, come back, come back!" I heard myself mumble, and then I was awake. What time is it? I thought to myself. I sleepily dragged my hand over to the alarm clock by my bad. I pushed the button and opened my eyes. 9:00! A.M.! And it's Thursday! What happened? What was going on? I had all mixed feelings. I was angry at Lilac, (I would be anyway though!) I was confused, I was worried, I was mad, and I was just ready to cry. What was going on? Then I remembered that Lilac would still be here to day. Her 17-year-old schedule was weird. She would be home now. I was going to go down there and see what was going on. I banged down the stairs on purpose, to get attention, knowing that Lilac would know that it was I, and start yelling at me. But she didn't. It was strange what happened next. "What? What was that noise? What is all that banging? I thought the brat was asleep!" And Lilac got up and stormed upstairs, passing right by me. No, wait a minute, right through me. Huh? That didn't make sense, but it happened. "Lilac, that's not funny!" I called after her. She froze. "What...was...that? What is going on?" "Lilac, I'm right here. ME! Chrysie! I'm on the top step! Can't you see me?" "No! Are you kidding with me? Is this just a joke?" "No! I'm serious!" Lilac was silent. She was looking right at me, or trying to at least. "Okay, I'm going to call Josh. Maybe he can help." She then started to mumble something about how she was going to tell him that I had disappeared and that we should just forget about me. Then, she looked up, and all of a sudden she screamed. She looked away and blinked than looked back. "You're like mist! Half there, half not! Wait, you're getting clearer! Wow! You're back! Cool! Can you teach me how to do that? I could spy on Charlie! He is soooooo cute!" Lilac started to have a daydream I think. Mumbling about Charlie. In my opinion, it's disgusting! "What are you talking about? I didn't do that on purpose! Seriously!" I screamed at her, getting impatient. "What? I'm not sure what just happened if it didn't happen on purpose! What did you do?" "I'm not sure. It's happening to me, but not you. Lilac, can I ask you a question?" Lilac nodded, and I started to ask the question I had been wondering about for a long time. "Are you my real sister? I mean, Mom is both of our moms, but is my dad, your dad?" I looked at Lilac with curiosity, and she looked like she might want to cry. Then she started to speak. "Josh and Mom old me not to tell you, but we have different dads, like you said. My dad is Josh, and yours is that guy that came one day to see you, and to talk to mom. You know, right before she got pregnant. So, that guy came in after Mom had me with Josh, but since Josh and her weren't married, she fell for your dad, and they had you. Once he found out, he left. That was when Mom went back to Josh, and he took you in as his daughter. Then when your dad came back, he had our little brother with mom, and again, once he found out she was pregnant, he left, and has never come back. It's like he came