Never say never!
Chapter 1 (sort of)
Me.
Just to let you know, I never wanted to get into this. I mean, seriously! ‘Hey Willa! Guess what? You’re going to be a Goddess in 5 years! But you might die on the way there!’ Come on! I’m 13 years old and my psychotic baby sitter is telling me that I’m going to be a Goddess in 5 years. But I’ll tell you more about that later in my story. By the way, my name is Willa Iona Toledo. And I’m not a wit, even though my initials say so. So I guess that I am sort of a Wit. Oh, and if you want, you can call me names of trees. All my friends do. Well, they would if I had any. So technically only my mom does. She calls me ‘Willo tree,’ and sometimes (Really embarrassingly, sometimes,) she calls me ‘Sapling.’ Everyone at school calls me Witty. Sometimes I am, and sometimes I like it. Except when that mean snobby popular Ariana comes along and calls me Witchy. Do you want to know what she says every time? “Oh, hey there Witchy! Oops, I’m sorry, Twit.” And then she hits me accidentally. Well, enough about me. What about you? Nothing? Aww. Okay, back to me. So, my Mom says that when she looks into the mirror with me there, she sees a ‘strong and confident young lady.’ When I look into a mirror, all I see is me. I have wavy reddish blonde hair. I know you’re probably thinking strawberry blonde, but no. Sometimes my hair is red, (usually) and sometimes my hair is blonde (usually not). I have different colored eyes, depending on what mood I’m in. I have pale skin, with freckles on my nose. For some reason, my fingernails are silver. My Mom made up this weird excuse about how ‘at night she comes into my room and paints my nails permanently.’ How lame is that? Well, you probably want me to get on with the story. Well, here is the story of the wacky 5 years of my life.
~ Willa
P.S. don’t worry, I’m working on my handwriting.
CHAPTER
1 (for real now)
I Get The News.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Okay, let’s rewind to the part where my baby sitter turns into a monster.
“Willa! Time for lunch!” my baby sitter called. Meanwhile, I was busy rocking out in my room. I was bouncing and flipping on my bunk bed, singing/screaming along to Fake Tales From San Francisco By the Arctic Monkeys. MY FAVORITE BAND! I froze and stopped dancing when my favorite line came on: “And proves that Love’s not only blind but deaf.” Then, after the song ended, Dynamite by Tao Cruz came on.
“I came to dance, dance, dance…
I hit the floor ‘cause that’s my plans, plans, plans…
I’m wearing all my favorite brands, brands, brands…
You give me space for both my hands, hands, hands…
You, you, ‘cause it goes on, and on, and on…
And it goes on and on, and on…
YEAH!
I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,
Saying AYO gotta let go!
I wanna celebrate and live my life,
Saying AYO baby, let’s go!
‘Cause we gon’ rock this club, Wee gon’ go all night,
We gon’ light it up, like it’s
DYNAMITE!!!!”
Just then, my babysitter, Norah, walked into my room just as the part ‘I throw my hands up in the air sometimes’ came on, and I threw my hands into the air, and, with Norah being so tall as she is, I smacked her right in the face. Then she was all like, OW! And I thought that grown-ups were supposed to be strong! But Norah crumpled like a coke can sinking to the very pressure sensitive part of an ocean or sea. That was another thing about me. I read, so at random times, I’ll blurt out a fact about this thing, and that. I flipped down onto the ground and leaned over Norah. She glared at me and I told her, “Ya’ know, you should’ve looked at the sign on my shut door.” I smirked. But it was true. I looked at my open door and saw the sign. This is what it looked like.
Do
NOT Enter!!!
OR ELSE!
Maybe she was going blind or something. With a grunt, I grabbed her hand and pulled, or tried, to pull a grumpy Norah up. Suddenly, Norah turned red. And not from embarrassment. Her eyes went red, and her skin. Her hair turned to flames, and Norah’s usually sunny and flowery dress was now a tight orange body suit. She held a big pink pitchfork and she had a tail.
“AAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!” I screamed. I tried to run out of my room, call the police and go along with my normal life, but when I took a step, searing hot pain shot through my right foot. A whip of fire tied me to my bedpost. I was stuck. I didn’t try to move after the first couple times that I’d tried and had almost burned my stomach off. I know I should’ve been sweet and polite, but with Norah’s new… look, I couldn’t help it.
“ Are you a Zombie Devil or something?” I blurted unnecessarily. Norah looked hurt, but with her weird pinched-to-the-bone-face, it looked kind of demented.
“I’m no Zombie no Devil. I’m an Aquanethai! The gelomes made up those mythical creatures off of US! Before they came along, we Aquanethai were the strongest, the most powerful in the whole Bivivena!”
“O-kay. LET ME OUT!!!” I demanded. Norah the Aquanethai just smirked at me. I struggled more.
“Give up daughter of dawn. You can never break out of my bonds.” The Aquanethai’s voice turned back to Norah’s cheerful, and always-forgiving voice. “Now Willa. In 5 years you will become a goddess. But if you ever live through this, you’ll probably die on the way to it. Now, in a little bit your mom is going to come home. I’ll save her for desert. But she can’t come home with out a meal can she? Now, It’s time for lunch!”
“Never!” I yelled at her. It sounded braver than I felt. The Aquanethai lunged at me. I screamed. The monster exploded into flames a couple seconds after she hit me. The last thing I remembered before passing out, was my whole house on fire, my Mom screaming, and my body searing with pain.
Chapter
2
I move out
I woke up in an ambulance. The nice lady with me said that my whole house had burned down. She didn’t know ho I had lived, but my Mom hadn’t. I lay there, silent tears rolling down my cheeks and onto my shirt. The lady with me told me she was sorry. But sorry wasn’t enough to bring back my mother. Ten she told me that my Uncle would be taking me from the Hospital. I asked her why I was going to the Hospital. She gave me a weird look, then pointed towards my foot. My foot was burned really very badly. And it was bleeding. But, the weird thing was, I didn’t feel it at all. Right now, all I felt was sadness. But at the same time, I felt hopeful. Hopeful that some how, I’d be able to see my Mom again. Even for a short while.
When we got to the Hospital, I had to sit in a waiting room for about 15 minutes, until I made myself look in pain, and the waiting lady saw my foot. But waiting in Hospitals are scary. I saw one girl around the age of 6 or 7 with a bubbly stomach. Later on I found out that her appendix had burst. What is an Appendix anyway? Then there was a boy who would’ve been cute if he had 2 eyes! Enough about that. So, the doctor took my into his office, and after screaming a lot, started to clean off my leg, which is now hurting like *** thank you very much, so now it was my turn to start screaming. Then he rapped it and gave me crutches. I know. Really disappointing right? Well, just as the lady in the ambulance had said, (remember her) my Uncle showed up. I couldn’t see his face, which was covered up by a big black hood. He walked over to me and grabbed my shoulder. I saw a glimpse of his face. For the second that I saw only 1 eye. In a harsh voice, almost a whisper, he said, “I’ll explain later. Come on.” He
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