Fanon:Pleasantly Bewitched Prologue - The Door to the Unknown: Difference between revisions

I've never liked school. It's not that the subjects were dull or boring, but the amount of idiots - teachers and students alike - just made it insufferably horrible. Sure, the students were colourful and had unique personalities in their own right, but once you've got so many clashing opinions together it turns into a Noise fest that only the bravest can try to quench. Contrary to it'sits name, the Pleasantview High School was not as Pleasant as the principal claimed it was. You had all sorts of quirky action going on around the corner. Girls head over heels for boys, teasing and bullying other girls, bookworms reading, computer savvy-nerds spending time on the school Laptops, a pummeling the next corridor, even the occassionaloccasional smoker who manages to smuggle some Cigarettes into their locker. In Pleasantview High, the possibilities are endless.

"Lil! Did you--?" An angry voice of indignation. Oops. Well, of course, I did mean that on purpose, but who says you can't have fun with magic? Another swish and the broken shards and dripping contents of the perfume are fixed and in top-notch condition. I lazily let the door door creak open in the tiniest gap possible and and direct the perfume to fly safely between the gap.

''Why can't vacation be longer?'' I ask myself. I'm so irritated I swear that the next person who gets on my nerves is about to receive a good pummeling. I climb onto the bus with a rather grumpy expression and before I know it, a pair of flying arms crashes into me and envelopesenvelops me in a tight hug.

The sound of Gina and Amanda's laughing makes me realize just how much I hated them. Amanda was the brains of our group, who always got good grades in every test we have. I'm only good in Science. Gina, the black-haired, is asianAsian but an utter ditz. Their families were nice, but rather stuck-up from my point of view. I only befriended Gina and Amanda to get up on the social ladder. So that people will acknowledge that I'm different from Lilith. Lilith, the introverted bookworm, the lover of video games, the one who can stick up for herself without help. Me, the shallow one, the one that wants to be different, the klutz...

''Flying feels wonderful.'' It's truelytruly exhilerating. I'm not concerned about people seeing us because it's pitch dark and it's a New Moon, so we traverse the skies freely. Once in a while we dive to the ground and conjure eggs that fly towards neighbour's front doors, leaving a nice, egg-scented mess to be discovered the next day.

"Stop being silly. We're getting out now." I force Angela with me, tearing her off the stairpost and dragging her along. People have been forming a large circle around the living room now, and in the center there's two boys showing off a few dance-moves. I look around frantically, trying to spot Isabelle. I eventually see her, also with a bottle of beer, standing by a seperateseparate group near the bathroom. Her cheeks are red and she's swaying slightly, but she doesn't seem too drunk because she just swats away a palm full of ecstasy pills. I go over to her, half-dragging Angela behind me, and shake her hard on the shoulder.