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"Woah now, what's this all about?" I asked, my yellow eyes wide with alarm. A prophecy? Shoot. Prophecies are baaad. Baaaad baaaad baaaad. Great. Now I feel like a sheep."

((O.O))

"Oh, here we are!"

With a start, I was pulled back to reality. I sat up and looked around out the window. We were pulling into a familiar, falling apart, old building. The laundry place. I wrinkled my nose as Dad parked and I stepped out of the car. The car smelled bad, but the laundry place smelled even worse. Nothing could compare to it. It was like a mixture of dirty socks and moldy cheese. I hated cheese.

Dad grabbed the basket from the trunk, locked the car, and led the way up to the cloudy, glass front door. There were other people outside, but none of them looked too promising. A few dodgy-looking men were hanging around the corner, and an old, wispy haired woman stood with her laundry basket on one hip, checking her iPhone with her free arm.

Lizzy wrote: "(I'll just start rping when I figure out which character I wanna be. I've been a lot. Some werewolves, a hybrid, and a vampire and a human. Lol.)"

Lol

(oh yeah, and Alice got kidnapped along with Zaynah, and I'm a full on black panther for some reason)

(Julane, so, you and I were watching everybody chat (we were in the shadows, our eyes blinking), and this new guy came, he is a viking (that is Emma) guy and he thought Mae was a goddess until he figured out she wasn't, and now I got him to believing u were one. Is dat okay?)

((Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhkay... I was actually planning for Julane to be her normal Indigo self, but you thought she was Nott.... BUT ALL'S COOL! I would just check with her to see if she is okay with her whole character change thing.....))

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

I was about to roll my eyes, but thought better of it. They were seriously starting to hurt now. "Of course I'm gonna go - but I think you should know something first." I saw him look at me suspiciously, then at the others standing there silently.

"It is," I went on, "something about Indigo." I nodded back in the direction where the green eyes were still staring, unblinkingly, from the darkness. "Paige might not be a... goddess... but Indigo - well she's-"

"What?" shrieked the boy. "What? What dost thou mean? What is it about the emerald eyes that peer from the impenetrable darkness? Tell me, you beast, tell me!"

He was getting hysterical. I smiled. This was fun. I should find weird-Viking-boys-who-think-Paige-is-a-goddess more often!

"Well...." I said, dragging the moment on as far as I could.

It just so happened, that at that moment, when Sveinn was hanging onto my every word, that Indigo decided to come out from the darkness, too. She was a sleek, _______ ______* and her green eyes stared, unblinking, at Sveinn.

He nearly killed himself in his haste to get away from the beast, very close to impaling himself with his sharp knife at his belt. "Oh, mighty Thor! A goddess! A true one! For, I see before me Nótt**, in ______ _____ form!"




*sorry, I forgot what animal you were, again?
**is that a good goddess? Or do you suggest a different one, Emma?

XD Sounds like me

:) Oooh!

:D Cool!!!

Good! And nice names, too!

I smirked.

"Uh - duh!" And sat down with a thump, shaking the ground under his feet. He looked terrified. I smirked again.

"So, Erin," began Dad cheerfully again, trying to start up some conversation.

I didn't reply. I just sat there, staring out of the window and at the passing trees quietly.

"Are you excited to make new friends here in Berlin? I bet you'll meet loads of girls your age! Hey! Why don't we go and sign you up at a camp, over at that cool little place we saw! Remember that? I bet you-" I could tell he was getting excited, so I quickly interrupted before it could get too far.

"Uh, no thanks, Dad. I don't really feel like camp this summer."

He fell silent. I could tell he, too, was thinking of Mom. I furiously wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and glared out the window determinedly. I was not going to cry. No way.

"Well..." he said after a while. I didn't answer. I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to notice. I was trying really hard not to think of Mom, but of course if you try not to think of something, you can't think of anything but that. My thoughts wandered over the memories of Florida, and everything we had left behind. My best friend, Caroline, our great car, the cute little house the three of us had shared, school, the beautiful beach and the ugly, smoky cities.

I remembered the last day I had seen Caroline, the two of us had pinky-swore over a tablespoon of cow blood (for lack of human blood, both of us hated the sight of it) never to forget the other. Typical routine, I know. But Caroline was special. She was the best friend I had ever known, we did everything together. We studied together, we laughed together, we hid together - when we were little we played non-stop together. In fact, we'd known each other since first grade, we were the best of friends - and then Dad and I just HAD to up and move away. Of course, there were times when I hated Cora immensely, either I lost an argument, or she was mean to me, or we disagreed completely on something, but we always came back to each other and made up, and just like that, we were besties again. That's how much we trusted and loved each other. We were like that perfect best-friend duo you see on tv shows or movies.

And then Mom.

Afterwards, Dad had decided to move away from Florida, too many memories I guess. I suppose I understand his intentions, but I sure wish Cora was here. She would understand. She would make me laugh, turn everything upside down until she found the right joke or sentence to make me smile. She would joke about Mrs. Edderson and her fat chin, or what I thought was the appropriate way of measurement to meausure how much Dad beamed whenever she came into the room. Yes, Cora would understand.

O.O



That. Is. The. Saddest. THING EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY CHARLOTTE??????????????????????????????????????? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I look around. Somehow, Brooke and Carla had mysteriously disappeared.

"Uh... is it just me, or-" Paige began uncertainly, looking around.

"Oh! Fair goddess, it is not you - nay, for I have seen, too, the strange disappearance of our two comrades. Where hath they gone, do you suppose, beautiful goddess?" Said the weird boy excitedly, bowing his head in Paige's direction.

Paige gave him a funny look.

Loooooove it Alice!

*small voice*

and then.....could I do my competition? I had wanted to do it a while ago....um....so after Sora's could I?

I roll my eyes. This was probably the most I'd rolled my eyes in a long time. They were starting to hurt. Or maybe it was just the sunlight...

"No, just me... well, and Julane... and we don't really have a leader- wait, where's Brooke?"