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I was staring off blankly when a rubber bonked me on the head. Lucky it missed my glasses. I know it came from the guy’s from across the room, with a groan I focused back on to the class. The teacher was completely oblivious of me; too busy scolding the guy’s that had thrown the rubber.

The bell rang signalling the end of class, finally lunchtime, freedom at last. As I walked past a group of teachers I could hear them talking about my class. Sneaking closer I heard them say there will be a transfer student coming and she was coming to my class. I would have stuck around to hear the name but the guy’s from before was heading my way. I was lucky my teacher stopped the guy’s so that I could get away. The thought of a new student filled me with hope and fear. I hope they are nice, but I feared them not liking me.

Weeks have passed and I’m starting to lose hope on the transfer student coming to my class, just at that moment there’s knock at the door. The teacher answers it and we find the principle standing outside.  He walked in with a girl in tow. She looks about 5’8’ with shoulder length wavy brown hair and striking blue eyes, I can see them even from where I sit.

“Good morning everyone, we have a transfer student starting in your class today. This is Regan, do make her feel welcome.” The principle says. The girl behind him, Regan, awkwardly shifts from foot to foot while the principle speaks.
“Take a seat Regan, anywhere you want.” Regan sits in the farthest seat in the back, everyone turns to watch her.
“I need to speak with the principle for a second, read from chapters 5 to 7.” The teacher leaves the room with the principle; everyone takes it as a cue to talk to the new girl.  

She looks scared, having so many people try to talk to her at once; I wish I could help her. With that a loud crash takes everyone by surprise, all except Regan. She’s looking straight at me, her blue eyes burning a hole through me.  I look around to see what made the noise, I see glass on the table a few seats down from me and the lights above it have smashed somehow. The teacher comes running in, with the principle in tow.

The teacher gets everyone out of the room via the door to the oval while the principle cleans up the glass. Everyone is confused and a little scared to go back into the room. I look around and notice Regan isn’t with us, the teacher notices too. I finally see her still in the classroom; she’s talking to the principle, he looks mad. The teacher walks back into the classroom just when the bell goes. Everyone leaves to play, all except me. I’m more interested in Regan.

Just then she storms out of the room, I try to look busy, bit hard when you are standing alone on an oval. She looks my way then back at the classroom, she eventually comes towards me.
“Hey, you’re Ella right?” I was surprised she knew my name, little alone spoke to me. She keeps checking back at the classroom.
“Yeah, I’m Ella.” I finally get out. Her head snaps around to look intently at me.
“Nice to meet you Ella, the teacher has assigned you to show me around.” Her smile is half sweet half sinister.


Just then we hear a call from the left.
“Look out.” Heading our direction, more mine then Regan’s, is a football. I don’t have any time to move out of its path, I put my arms up to protect my face but I don’t need to. Somehow Regan’s in front of me, I didn’t hear her move. She catches the football easily. She kicks it back, and then gives me that same smile.

“Thanks.” That was all I could get out.
“Don’t worry about it.” She said with a wave of her hand. “Anyway I can’t let my guide get hurt.” I couldn’t not smile at that; we were silent for a minute then, for no reason, Regan pulls me off the oval and behind a wall. I was about to speak, but Regan just put a finger to her lips. I go quite then we hear the teacher and principle leave our classroom.

“Do you know what happened in there?” The teacher questioned.  
“I won’t jump to conclusions, but I do have my suspicions though. I wanted to hear more but they started to walk away in the opposite direction to me and Regan. I look around to see where they went, but they were already gone, with a huff I sit down, leaning against the wall. Regan’s still standing, staring at me, I can feel her gaze.

“What?” I say, a little annoyed with being stared at. With that she sits down in front of me, I have no choice but look at her.
“Who do you think smashed the light?” I could just hear her small whisper over the wind, that question came out of no-where.
“I don’t know, probably one of the guys messing around.” I say with a shrug. I see her face fall a bit; the creases between her brows deepen.
“I know who did it.” That took me a back.
“Who did it?” I was curious, but I had the slightest feeling I already knew who it was. With that Regan shuffles closer to me that smile pulling on the edges of her lips.

“I know YOU did it Ella.” My eyes widen, she couldn’t know, she just got here. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” With that the bell goes, I take my eyes off Regan for a second, looking back she’s gone.

A week has passed with no more lights smashing and oddly enough, no Regan. By Monday the next week she’s there, but she seems different. There’s a strange collar around her neck and her blue eyes have changed to a dark red, almost the same colour as blood. She looks at me when I get close. I feel a strong pull of energy coming off her; it rolls over my body like smoke.  She waves me over, patting the seat next to her.

She leans towards me and whispers “Want to have some fun?” I listen closely to Regan’s plan while the rest of the students make their way into the classroom. While I look around the classroom, I hear a soft click from next to me. I turn just in time to see Regan take off the strange collar. Regan’s plan starts with me shutting the doors from where I sit; I’ve never tried to use my telekinesis in public. I get it closed after a few minutes of trying, next in the curtains, Regan said she’d get them. The room is then stuffed into complete darkness, I hear a couple girls yelp.  


The temperature in the room drops dramatically causing everyone to shiver in unison. The teacher is banging on the door, trying to get in. Girls start screaming, I see a couple run into each other or try to ram into the door. I see Regan’s eyes glow in the dark, the blood red piercing through the shadows. Regan’s laugh bounces off the room, reverberating in my bones. Everyone stops in their tracks, knees shaking.  

Regan’s laughter is so infectious, I couldn’t help myself but laugh too. This is the first time I’m able to let my powers go. To show the world what I can do, with Regan by my side we are unstoppable.

The tables and chairs lift up to the ceiling with a wave of my hand. The girls hiding under them quickly scurry away until they hit the wall behind them. I can see them clear as day, shacking in the corner. Our fun is interrupted when someone is finally able to get the door open. Everyone makes a break for the door while the principle and security comes barging into an empty room, Regan and I are nowhere to be found, but that’s what they think.
Ella's Story
This is a story I wrote for ellaplier

I had a lot of fun coming up with this story
I hope you enjoy it 
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Hello everyone
As you can tell by the title in this entry I will properly introduce myself.

My name is Caitlin, I'm an 18 year old high school student. I live in Victoria, Australia.  
I have brown hair and blue eyes.
I live with my mum, dad and middle sister.
My birthday is the 27th of July 
My favorite color is blue
My favorite number is 3 for no reason
I love fashion and I'm practicing to make my own clothes 

In my previous post I mentioned I had depression and anxiety, I've had that since year 9
The result of that was from being bullied since year 6


I don't really know what else to write 
Thank you for waiting so long for this XD
  • Listening to: Markiplier
  • Reading: Cloudwish
  • Watching: Markiplier
  • Drinking: Tea
Mask by i-love-daisy
Mask
A lot of people hide behind a mask

I will admit I do that 
Anxiety makes me second guess everything 
And Depression makes me feel.... empty

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I'm sorry this took a while to post
I hope you like it
Let me know below what you think XD
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I may seem like an ordinary girl, but that was until the dreams started. My problems began when I moved three boys that were teasing me, to the other side of the room without touching them. Weird right, I know. I ended up paying for three sprained wrists, two concussions and a neck brace. Everyone at school stared at me when I can back.
Chapter 1
‘This is strange. I am running in the middle of the night. The ground is damp and cold under my bare feet, with the scent of pine in the air. My orange streaked silver hair shimmers in the moonlight. Icicles hang low and heavy from the branches passing me. I am being chased by this dark, black shadow.  I trip on a tree root. I try to scramble to my feet but, the darkness is all around me. I can’t move.  I can’t breathe.’
Thump! ‘Ow, that hurt.’ There was sudden cold all around me and then came the familiar smell of my dusty carpet and overly used perfume of my dorm. My black nightgown is stuck to my legs while my burgundy sheet is tangled on my sticky legs and arms. I waited for my eyes to adjust before I tried to get up. I got to my knees and I didn’t know if either of my two roommates was still asleep. I jumped when cold leather gloves touched my forearms and lifted me to my feet.
“You ok, Dem?” I was wrong. One of my roommates is awake, my close friend Brianna. She wore black shorts, a ripped black singlet and her fingerless, leather gloves.  They are cold on my forearms.
“I’m fine, just fell out of bed.” I assured her while rubbing my head.
“Blimy, you did more than just fall out of bed bub.” Brianna has been like a second mum to me.
“I’m sorry I woke you.” My voice came out as a horse whisper, my body was shaking. There was a tingly sensation on my shoulder blades.
“You didn’t wake me, Dem. I was already awake.” Brianna replied, placing her hand on my cold, shaking shoulder.  I turned around, her fiery red hair was all over the place and I looked deep into her pale blue, almost white eyes and started to relax with a small smile escaping my lips.
Chapter 2
The next morning, light from the open window was glaring in my face. I wake up with a sluggish slide and a groan. I have two nice black and blue bruises on my knees from last night. To cover them I put on my knee length black ruffle skirt over a white long sleeve button up shirt, my black tights, my black, lace up wedge boots and a red and black skull corset.
Once I entered the dining hall, everyone went quiet and looked at me. The dining hall was a cold, big room. Overhead there was candle chandlers and four long tables with dozens of chairs. There is the kitchen at the front. Four big fireplaces are placed on the side walls. The room was dead silent. I cursed under my breath as I walked to my normal seating spot. Brianna was standing-up, waving to me.
“Dem, come over here!” She had a big smile on her face. She was wearing black dress pants with a gold diagonal line from hip to opposite knee, a white long sleeve blouse and a dark green waistcoat. Her fiery red hair was brushed and tucked under a black fedora. She also had her black leather, fingerless gloves. I walked over to them, my wedges thumping on the wooden floorboards. Matching the ponding of my heart.
“Hey guys.” I called with a weary smile. I sat down on one of the plush seats they have.
“Dem, are you feeling better?” Brianna asked as I placed waffles on my plate and topped it with a mountain of whipped cream and sprinkles.
“Yeah, I’m a bit sore but I’ll live.” I replied with a smile.
“What happened?” Cadence looked confused and worried. My glass half full of oranges juice.
“I just had a bad dream and fell out of bed. I have bruises to prove it.” I told, taking the jug of juice and filling my glass up, before taking a long swig of it.

Chapter 3
‘I have cuts on my arms and legs. My orange streaked silver hair is tangled in sticky, black vines. They are pulling me down. There is a sharp stinging pain in my back. I am being dragged across the ground. I have scraps on my back. The hot ground underneath me is stinging and burning my back. The darkness is suffocating me, I try to scream but all that comes out is gurgle. Blood is stinging my eyes, I don’t know if it’s mine or not.’
When I open them I am back in my dorm, on the floor. There is a jabbing pain in my back. I could still feel the sticky vines on my legs, weigh me down. My boots were resting on my bed with my corset and headband. My white shirt has a huge rip down the one side. My skirt has seen better days. Hanging limp and ripped on my hips.
“I told you I was right.”
“No, you said you might be right, so in your face.” Brianna and Cadence have come barging in the room. I, on the other hand, am still getting up off the floor.
“Dem, are you ok? You are burning up.” Brianna comes over with a motherly look on her face.
“I’m fine, I probably just tripped.” I reassured her while rubbing my head.

Three weeks later there is a week before the fall formal. I was sketching my outfit when Cadence came in with Brianna and a load of big bags. That means only one thing, Cadence is still trying to make Brianna go in a dress and me to go at least.
“Dem, you should see this-.”
“No.” I cut her off and locked myself in the bathroom.
“Don’t you even want to see them?” After a couple of minutes and Cadence’s persistence, I came out.
“Fine if it will make you happy.” I mumble with an exaggerated sigh.
“You would look good in this one.” She was holding a frilly, pink mess. I plucked it out of her hands and throw it across the room. I ended up going throw the bags until there was only one left. It had puffy shoulders, long sleeves, floor length with a train, frills, lace with diamond. It was an off white colour, a little of colour renewal and elbow grease would get it new again.
“You really going to use that old thing, I was going to donate that to the salvos.” Cadence was trying to get me to wear one of the dresses she picked.
“I will, you wait just until after I have finished with it you’ll not recognise it.” I reassured her with a confident smile.
Chapter 4
‘Night is dark, Dark as night. You have heard my bark, beware my bite. There are shadows swirling around my feet, up my legs and around my body. I reappear in a black dress with diamonds on the hem like stars. I have a black crown and my long hair is hung over my shoulders with plaits on both sides. I have a dark burgundy cloak draped over my shoulders. I have two red and gold metal bracelets on my wrists and forearms, big wings sprout out of my shoulders.’
I wake with something leathery brushing my arms. I saw the edges of the wings from my dream. Red and gold glitter is floating around my arms. I move my hands over it and the bracelets from my dream appear, the metal feel cold ageist my burning skin. The rhyme is ringing in my head. I stumble to the mirror, the crown, wings and bracelets shine in the mid-afternoon sun.
“Night is dark, dark as night. You have heard my bark, beware my bite.” I mumble to myself, the bracelets shimmered back to dust around my arms and my wings and crown turned to smoke, disappearing into nothing.
“Say Dem where is the dress you said you’d fix?” Cadence barged into my study, carrying two drinks.
“I’m still working on it.” I mumbled around a mouth full of pins and needles. Instead of making it white again, I took off the diamond and turned it black from my dream a couple of days ago. I was putting the diamond back on as stars on the sleeves.
Cadence moved some of the discarded lace and materiel to place down one of the drinks. It smelt sweet.
“Are you going to use those?” Cadence was pointing to a wheel of crystals on a strand of burgundy ribbon.
“Yes” I replied and moving the crystals out of her reach.
“Are they real crystals?” Cadence was getting annoying with all her questions. The things and bits on the walls and shelves started to shack and rattle.
“No they are glass, now can you be quiet so I can concentrate.” I muttered between clenched teeth. Cadence left with an exaggerated humph and slamming of the door.
Meanwhile Brianna was talking to the principle Mrs Finch when Cadence came storming out of the dorm.
“Cadence, have you seen Dem?” Brianna called getting her attention.
“Yes, she is in her study working on her dress still. Why?” Cadence reported.
“Mrs Finch wanted to talk to her about the formal.” Brianna gestured to the lady beside her.
“Yes, I wanted to see if she could repair the cloak for the crowned queen for the formal.” Mrs Finch held up a dark burgundy cloak with long, jagged rips down the back.
“I am sure Dem would love to help, she is the study of our dorm.” Cadence gestured to the room she just left.
“Thankyou, I will see you two later.” With a nod Mrs Finch left.
Chapter 5
‘I am on a stage, in a thrown like chair. There are colours of red and black. The room is lit with candles blazing bright everywhere. There are about a hundred people below me, bowing at my feet. My eyes are covered with the hood of the cloak. I have a sincere smile etched on my face. Red lipstick with gold glitter lines my lips. Chandeliers hang low from the roof, providing the only source of efficient light.’
I came walking out of the study, admiring her work, look like she was in a trance and nearly bumped into Mrs Finch.
“Hello Mrs Finch, What can I do for you today?” I asked while wrapping the diamonds in the rest of the dress.
“Yes, I wanted to see if you could fix this cloak? It is for the formal’s queen.”
“Sure, I will make it as good as new.” I faked a confident smile. The cloak is the same one from my dreams.
“Rip by rip, Fix with thread. Stich and snip, mend in red.” I mumbled without even thinking, where did that came from. The rips shimmered with gold and sparked with red, than they were gone, as if they never happened. A picked the cloak up and held it to the light, it shimmered were the rips once was. I walked to the mirror with the cloak on. I gently lifted the hood over my head, just covering my eyes.
I nearly screamed when Cadence and Brianna came in. The mirror shock and shattered, clattering to the floor in shards. Their jaws dropped when they saw me, in the cloak and the glass at my feet.
“That is amazing. Mrs Finch would be impressed with your work.” Cadence examined the cloak’s back. Brianna went to get a broom and pan.
“Are you ok?” Brianna stood up with the pan of glass, the edges shimmered red and gold.
“I must have bumped the mirror when you guys came in.” I hate lying to my close friends.
Mrs Finch came to my dorm Monday morning. I had my dress on a design form and the cloak on me with the hood down, just resting on my shoulders.
“That is wonderful.” Is what I heard when she came in.
“Mrs Finch, I didn’t hear you come in.” I took the cloak off and covered my dress with a sheet.
“Why do you hide your brilliant work?” She asked as she pulled the sheet off to present a black floor length dress, with diamonds on the long sleeves, burgundy ribbon with glass crystals on the V-neck line, v shaped slit up the right leg and black lace collar. A pair of black peep toe, wedge heels peep out from underneath.
“This is amazing.” Mrs Finch complemented, bundling the cloak in her arms. The burgundy of the cloak looked out of place near the purple of her sweater and the grey of her pants. Her Light black hair was tied back in a bun and the streaks of grey hair stood out. I looked under dressed near her in my black tracksuit pants, black shirt and barefoot and a loosely tied bright red corset.
“Did you make this?” She asked touching the crystals, they tinkled when they collided with each other.
“Yes, I dismantled it and then created this.” I replied nervously, staring at the floor.
“Wow, Dem you have defiantly amazed us.” Cadence and Brianna were behind Mrs Finch with their mouths open in shock and amazement. I smiled awkwardly when I got big hugs from them.
Chapter 6
“Dem, are you awake?” It is such a nice wake up at six on the morning of the formal.
“What do you want?” I hate mornings. I rolled away from her to get more sleep.
“It is formal time, you promised.” I regret promising anything to Cadence.
“And why did you have to wake me up now?!” I rolled onto my back and covered my head with my pillow. I rolled out of bed, really slowly. Brianna was still sleeping, snoring, with earplugs in. Cadence was in front of what was left of the mirror, putting light pink gloss on, while I slowly got up and stretched.
“Come on, could you hurry up?” Cadence was always like this when I promised her something.
“I could just go back to bed.” I had a cheeky smile while she got even more impatient. I put on my elbow length, white shirt and my grey pants with black and brown corset with my black flats. Cadence had a white singlet, light blue skinny jeans and light brown flats with metallic gold tips. Her blonde hair was in a plait, while I still had a mess of bed hair.
We first went to pick up the new mirror from the store down the road, than we then went to the salon for Cadence nails and hair done. I slumped back on my bed, while Cadence was preparing, which meant picking the right dress or the right shade of lipstick.
“What are you doing with your hair?” This was one of the million questions to come.
“What about make-up?” She asked gesturing to her case of make-up resting on top of the drawers. I didn’t bother with answering any of questions, I was rolled over to go back to sleep.
‘Night is dark, Dark as night. You have heard my bark, beware my bite. Everyone in the hall is chanting that rhyme, the shadows are swelling around growing bigger and darker. Gathering at my feet, my skin turns dark red, black marks slither up my arms and legs. My green eyes glow and shine in the dimness, long light yellow talons, sharpen my finger nails.’

At four everyone was called to the hall, they told us the formal began at six and the queen would be crowned at eight. Afterwards everyone in the hall was dismissed, mainly the girls ran back to their dorm to get ready. I on the other hand only, slowly wandered back to get changed. I sat back and watched as people ran back and forth through doors, some with robes and some with towels on their heads. It was noisy and if you were out you would get bumped around. I got bumped by a girl with short black hair and dark skin. The boys sat back and watched the event as well. They were joking about the girls with just a towel around them and half a face of make-up. Some had phones out, recording or wanting to take a picture.
When I get back to my dorm, Cadence is running around like all the other girls and Brianna is just laying on her bed in a pink and white striped elbow length shirt, deep blue jeans, and brown cowgirl boots, her white gloves where resting on her bedside table and a book over her face. Cadence on the other hand has a towel on her head, a robe tied neatly around her waist and she is going through her drawers and cupboards to find something to wear.

“Hey Cadence, have you not found a dress yet?” I was resting on my bed with my legs crossed and my hands behind my head resting on my fingers, I was wearing a black skirt, a coral pink singlet under an elbow length lace shirt and my black, lace up wedge boots.
“Dem, do you have any new creations?” She was frustrated, throwing dress here and there.
“No, but I do have a green dress.” I knew Cadence barely wore green of any shade. All she did was glared at me than continued her search.
“I’m kidding, I have this.” I was holding up a beautiful white and champagne coloured dress, with a black sash and a diamond brooch, the length was just above the knee with no straps. And the last of the crystals, I took them off the ribbon and stitched them around the neckline. Creating a triangle shape.
“I love it, since when did you have this?” I couldn’t answer her question before she snatched the dress and rubbed it on her check.
“I found it a few weeks ago.”
“Do you have any jewellery to go with it?” I looked through my cupboard, popped back out and through a wooden box at Cadence. It was a jewellery bow I got when I was a little girl. It has the carving of the Garden of Eden on the top, with three drawers inside, stacked on top of each other.
“Thankyou so much, Dem.” Bang, I had already left to go get changed into my outfit.

Chapter7
I was in the bathroom, when there was a knock at the door. With muffled voices, I hear a knock on the bathroom after the closing of the door and the noise of footsteps.
“Dem, there is a package for you.” Cadence was standing outside the door with a small package, wrapped in brown paper. I walk out with a towel on my head and a robe on. I sit on my bed to open the package. Inside were three grey orbs and a piece of paper that inscribed: Night is dark, Dark as night. You have heard my bark, beware my bite.
“What is all that about?” Cadence was as confused as I was. On the back there is more writing: One of magic, one of power, one for immortality.
“That is strange, is there an addresses or name?” Brianna was passing the package to me, I looked it all over and shock it to see if anything was inside, but there was nothing. I picked up the three grey orbs they are cold to the touch like metal. I put the package, the piece of paper and the grey orbs back into the box and placed it onto the bedside table, heading back to the bathroom to finish of getting ready.
“What are you going to do with the package?” Cadence called after me.
“I’ll wait till later.” I didn’t mention that I had a vision when I was holding the three grey orbs. They have a potent mixture in them with glass around them. All I have to do is throw one down, recite the rhyme and poof I will be wings and all.
“What is she doing in there?” Cadence was waiting at the door in the champagne dress and diamond heels with matching jewellery, for me to finish in the bathroom. Brianna was sitting on her bed putting on her shoes which are, black sandals with her deep green strapless floor length dress pulled up to her knees, pearl earrings plus necklace shine and a white shawl is draped softly over her shoulders. I was putting the finishing touches on my outfit. My orange streaked silver hair was pulled back in to plaits on my side with the rest loose. I have put my black dress on with my locket dangling nicely near my collar bones, I have painted my finger and toe nails a burgundy red and I have my black peep toe, wedge boots on. I was just putting on my burgundy red lipstick when one of my roommates started banging on the door.
“How long do you have to take-?” Cadence was standing outside the bathroom door. She was partway asking me a question, but once she saw me her jaw snapped shut.
“Blimy, Dem you sure have out done yourself tonight.” Brianna was behind Cadence, trying to pull her back a bit so I could get out, but she was not going anywhere.
“Cadence, you ready?” I was clicking my fingers in front of her face and she shook her head like she was in some kind of trance.  Cadence was gob smacked to see what I have done.
“Let’s go.” I was picking up a black fur shawl I was just clipping it on with my diamond brooch when there was a knock at the door.
“Mrs Finch, how can I help you?” I opened the door to find Mrs Finch in a dark purple skirt with a white shirt.
“Wow that looks great on you. I wanted to give Brianna the tally box.” She was holding a big burgundy box with gold painted metal edges and a small rectangle hole in the lid.
“Brianna, Mrs Finch as something for you.” Brianna’s head popped up behind me.
“Thankyou Mrs Finch, I will look after it.” With smiles all round and nods too, Mrs Finch left.

Chapter 8
After Mrs Finch left, we left to go to the formal. Brianna carrying the tally box, Cadence with a little black handbag and me with my hidden poach with the three grey orbs strapped on my right thigh, headed to the hall. The hall was decorated really amazingly. There was burgundy red velvet sheets have been draped over the floor length windows, red and gold candles are set up and blaze light everywhere. Three big gold chandeliers hang from the roof, the wooden floor have been polished to a fine shine, tables with white cloth and black chairs are set up on the left and right of the hall, with some people around them. The stage at the front have a high backed gold chair with red cushions, the burgundy cloak is resting loosely on the shoulders of a mannequin standing to the left of the chair and the crown with its many jewels and golden frame rests nicely on a red cushion with a glass casing over the top at the left of the chair.

Brianna wondered off to give Mrs Finch the tally box, on the right of the stage and about ten people was already lining up. When me, Cadence and Brianna walk through everyone they stopped and stared.
“Cadence, look at everyone.” Brianna never likes it when people stare at her. I heard her voice tremble a little. Some guys in tuxedos were walking around with trays of cakes, slices and drinks of wine, champagne and soft drinks in fancy glasses. The place was so lively and full of noise. Girls were laughing with girls or flirting with guys. Tabatha and Akashi were resting against the stage with Jack and Josh, identical twins of this school, which were wearing bright blues suits, Jack had a black tie and Josh had a white tie, Neal the most popular guy rested in a charcoal suit and Jonathon which was Neal’s little brother, was wearing a cute little black suit.

“Tabatha, Akashi you two are looking good.” I walked straight up to them with a little devilish smile on my lips, I promised Mrs Finch there will be no fighting on the formal night, but that was about two months ago.
“Demetria, I thought you weren’t going to show.” Tabatha always tried to start a fight.
“Yeah, I thought this kind of event would be too social for you.” Akashi was an annoying copycat.
“Dem, we don’t have to stay here.” Cadence used to be friends with Tabatha and Akashi. She used to be the leader of that group before I came and before Tabatha came and took over. Tabatha was wearing her trademark burgundy strapless cocktail dress with hems of burgundy velvet. Akashi was wearing a black strapless cocktail dress and her white polar coat with brown fox fur trim.
“Relax, you two.” Mrs Finch appears in-between me and Tabatha. Mrs Finch has changed into a black Chinese dress with lace at the collar.
“Yes Mrs Finch.” We both sang glaring at each other when Mrs Finch left. We were still glaring at each other until I left.
“What was that about?” Jack or Josh questioned the other in their Irish accent.
“Nothing you need to worry about Jake.” Even Tabatha couldn’t tell them apart. Jack and Josh left Tabatha with Akashi to inspect what drinks they have here.
We ended up meeting again, we always do. This time Mrs Finch was busy.
“So, you got guts this time?” Tabatha joked as she circled me. Some people around as laughed, but most kept quiet.
“Ha, I have more guts than you think.” There were some gasps from people around us for my comment.

Chapter 9
Whenever Tabatha and I tangle it never ends well especially with no-one to stop us.
“If I was you and I am lucky I’m not, I wouldn’t want to ruin that precise copy of a dress you have.” I always know how to make the fight Tabatha’s fault by dissing her clothes.
“I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work.” That is always her come back, Tabatha never thinks of anything new, or hers. Now we were both circling, all you could hear were bitchy comments and the clicking of Tabatha’s shoes on the floorboards.

She comes at me with a right hook, I deflect and push her with full force on her back, into the crowd that is now circled us. Tabatha stumbles to get her balance, but she comes at me and goes for a low left punch to my stomach. Before she gets to come in contact, I trip her with a low sweep of my right leg and pushed her onto her bum. Akashi helped Tabatha to her feet, but as soon as she was stable, she pushed her away, like always.
“Come on then, fight back.” She was getting really frustrated at the little amount of effort that I was putting out.
“Why should I, I am having so much fun watching you try.” I was ready for whatever she had. She comes towards me with a left uppercut followed by a right hook and a left low kick. I stepped to the right, a left hook to her side and a right kick in the back. She went down hard onto her knees, coughing and gasping for air. But she got back up, she always does.  Now we are getting serious, there were punches and kicks from all places. Tabatha ended up on her bum, back or knees while I was still standing but breathing heavily.
“Had enough there, Tabatha?” I tormented her as she scrambled to her feet for the hundredth time.
“I thought after this long you would have learnt something new.” Tabatha spat, literally spat on the floor behind her. That made me think about the pouch I have concealed on my right thigh.
“You do, well so do I.” Tabatha was grinning mischievously. She reached down to the hem of her dress, there is a black band wrapped around her left thigh. A silver glimmer came from it. Two blades nestle perfectly in two pockets. Tabatha has pulled them out. Now she is running at me, blades in hand and shoes clipping loudly. I noticed I had something in my hand it was small and cold like metal. Tabatha has pushed off from her left leg and is swiping at me with the blades. I didn’t think when I throw the object in my hand a Tabatha. I see a shine of glass and I remembered the little grey orbs I got. I watched as the little orb sailed through the air. When it hit the floorboard, shattering in a million pieces, letting the shadows swirl out and gather at our feet. Tabatha stopes mid-step, like her feet is stuck in tar.

“What is happening?” Tabatha struggled, but that didn’t do anything except for the shadows to crawl and slither up her legs.
‘Night is dark, Dark as night. You have heard my bark, beware my bite.’ The rhyme rang in my head.
“Night is dark, Dark as night. You have heard my bark, beware my bite.” I started in a low whisper with a light breeze that stirred the shadows. Once I was yelling the rhyme, a strong gale was whipping the shadows and everyone else. The shadows started to crawl and slither off Tabatha they were up to her chest and started to encircle me. They swirled up and around until I was encased in the shadows. The shadows are laughing. They slowly come back to the ground. The shadows rise up to reveal me with wings. Tabatha and everyone else were stunned. My skin was red and black marks slithered up my arms. The neckline of my dress has small flames circling all around. Flames shimmered up my black wedge boots. I was floating above everyone. My eyes are gleaming a solid green. My hair is on fire with streaks of silver shimmering through the blaze.

Chapter 10

“You will all bow down to me!” My boomed through-out the hall, it didn’t sound like my normal voice. Glitchy even like it was computerized. With a wave of my hand a wave of fire swept through part of the people. Pushing them backwards some tumbled over. The only ones standing were Brianna and Cadence, with a field around them. Mrs Finch came through the crowd, carrying a fire extinguisher. The foamy substance hit a kind of barrier or force field around me, same as the ones around Brianna and Cadence, rebounding off hitting the people below. I waved my hand and a wave swept through the people in front of me, knocking them down like bowling pins. A devilish grin spread across my face. My grin widened, showing sharp small white teeth when I saw how they tried to get up, knocking more down. After a while I floated back down to the floor, curling my wings behind my back. I walked slowly, burning the floor boards as I stepped towards the stage. The candles blazed bright as I stepped past. I flapped up on to the stage platform.

A wave of my hand and the glass over the crown shattered and sprinkled on the floor, the crown glistened black and sparkled with rhinestones. With a click of my fingers, Jack and Josh are put under a trance. Jack released the clock from the mannequin and Josh retrieved the crown from its glittering cushion. Black ink seeped up the gold and red throne. Swirls curled up the back, small candles blazing black and red perched on a couple of spots. Slow, burning steps took me in front of the throne, Jack and Josh stood either side. Turning to face the crowd, I had the crown placed on my blazing head and the burgundy clock was draped on my shoulders. Raising the hood, I sat down in my new throne. With a sweep of my hands everyone got burgundy hooded, full body clocks over their dresses and suits.
“Bow before your queen!” My voice bellowed through the silent hall. A click of my fingers and everyone dropped to their knees with their hoods up.

I pulled the two left over orbs from my pouch and passed them two Jack and Josh. Which they through them into the crowd chanting “Night is dark, Dark as night. You have heard my bark, beware my bite.” Everyone else joined in with the chanting. The hall echoed with the rhythm. The roof shredded off exposing the night sky. I rose to my feet, spreading my hands up, my palms glowing red with everyone copying me. Red flames swirled and cascaded up to the sky. A clamp of thunder and a flash of black lighting, red clouds rolled in covering the once peaceful night sky. I flow up, followed by my now slaves and my two henchman Jack and Josh. The trees burst in to flames, the grass and shrubs burnt to ash and dust. Boiling lava bubbled though cracks in the dead land, flattening everything in its path.

 Then came the end of the world as we know it.
A demon rising
I have a really old story I wrote a few years ago and felt like posting it here

I found out the actual way to post stories to DA
I feel so stupid for not working it out sooner
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“Hello everybody, I’ll be your MC for tonight…” The MC’s words blur as my mind wanders.
“We have a special guest for you all; put your hands together for Regan.” I jump when I hear my name.  As I walk out on stage I’m blinded by the lights straight away. I can’t see the crowd but I can feel their energy. It gives me a buzz but also frightens me.
The MC is babbling next to me, but I can’t hear what he says over the beating of my heart in my ears.
“What are you going to show us tonight, Regan?” His question brings me back to the stage. My throat has closed up, I can’t speak. A few minutes pass while everyone waits for my response.
“I wanted to show everyone what I can do.” My first words tonight come out shaky at first.
“Well, go ahead.” The MC sounds as he steps back leaving me alone in the spotlight.

I take a deep breath as I focus on my outstretched palm. Slowly a small ball of glittering yellow light forms in my palm. I hear numerous gasps as the ball grows. The ball grows to the size of my hand then head. I drop my arm as it continues to grow. My body tingles all over as I rise up, the ball becoming the size of my torso. I get up to a foot off the ground when the yellow ball is the size of me, head to toe. I hear muffled screams as the ball morphs over my body.

After a blinding second I reappear. A soft click echoes throughout the room as my now gold heels touch the wood below me. The jeans I had on are now a skirt of white, gold and purple. The cold air in the room breathes on my bare shoulders with my white button up shirt and blue vest removed, transformed into a white and gold halter-neck crop top. But nothing compared to me opening my wings with a dramatic swoosh.

I take a bow as the room booms with applause.
“Well…” The MC stands next to me with his jaw on the floor. My eyes shimmers gold for a split second then everything falls off me in a cloud of gold dust and I’m back in my normal clothes. Doing so brings another boom of applause. I drop for another bow then sneak off, away from the deafening crowd.

That was one of many shows, each one with new people to see and ones that have seen before. Everywhere I go I run into people who have seen my trick. No one knows the truth behind the trick though.

A few days before my hundredth show, I got a call from an unknown number.
“Is this Regan?”  I don’t have a chance to even say hello.
“Yes, this is Regan. What can I do for you?” I deliberately paused after their question to take a breath. I hear squeals of excitement in the background, by my guess I’m on speaker.
“Hello Regan, my names Nick. I’m the manager of the upcoming convention and wanted to ask you if you were free to make an appearance?”
“I’d love to come; I’ll do more than just make an appearance.” I pause to judge their reaction.
“Of course you do more than make an appearance. What did you have in mind?” Nick took the bait, like moths to a flame.
“I would like a room big enough with a stage. I plan on presenting more tricks I can do.” I hear a few gasps from the other end followed by the squeals again.
“That can be arranged, your pass with be sent in the mail and the convention is on the twenty-seventh so one week from now.” With that we say our goodbyes and hang up.

Excitement burns in my blood as I step on stage for my hundredth show.  I try not to get to excited, I don‘t want to cause any problems because my powers get out of control.
“How is everyone?” I call out to the crowd. No one noticed I was already standing on stage.
“I have a special announcement and some new tricks to show you. First up this is my hundredth show.” As one the crowd cheers. As they calm down I continue.
“Who’s going to the convention on the twenty-seventh?” A large majority of hands go up.
“A lot of you’ll. Big news… I will be at that convention.”  The crowd doesn’t wait for me to finish before cheering at the top of their lungs, its deafening.

Continuing on through the show, I did the infamous transformation then on to new tricks. I teleported around the room, created weapons out of thin air then sent them back to nothing. Each new trick brought on more cheers and applause. By the end of the show I was out of breath and red in the face.

By the time the convention came around I couldn’t sit still. Instead of using a normal vehicle to get there, I used my wings instead. Making a grand entrance as I dropped down, teleporting though the roof and crashing down to the ground causing a doom of golden light expand out from where I landed.  As the doom receded it left a trail of gold in its wake. Just by entering I already have a large crowd grouped around me. I see posters and hear chanting as the crowd expands. All I hear is my name over and over. 

It always shocks me at how far I’ve came. I never would have expected to become the impossible girl that everyone knows. But they will fear me, shadow will make it so. As my eyes glow red, everything darkens. The cheering dies down and it’s just silent. The shadows around me smother out my golden light, making way for darkness to shine. Feathers fall to the ground as my wings turned to those of a bat. My top seeps black, becoming a leather corset. Leather and mesh slide down my legs, forming X’s on the sides. The only part not black is the white spine of my now black heels.

The energy in the room has dropped, shadow has taken over. Shadow always wanted to make it clear in the battle of light, dark, good and bad, who wins when it’s the same person?

The Impossible Girl
This is the first story DA let me submit
This is short but I'm willing to try new things 
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I have longish brown hair with layers and blonde highlights, I have a dog named 'Daisy', two lizards named 'Sherlock and Watson'. I have two older sisters, Step and Alex. My family is strange in their own special way. My favorite fashion genre would be 'Steampunk'.

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I was staring off blankly when a rubber bonked me on the head. Lucky it missed my glasses. I know it came from the guy’s from across the room, with a groan I focused back on to the class. The teacher was completely oblivious of me; too busy scolding the guy’s that had thrown the rubber.

The bell rang signalling the end of class, finally lunchtime, freedom at last. As I walked past a group of teachers I could hear them talking about my class. Sneaking closer I heard them say there will be a transfer student coming and she was coming to my class. I would have stuck around to hear the name but the guy’s from before was heading my way. I was lucky my teacher stopped the guy’s so that I could get away. The thought of a new student filled me with hope and fear. I hope they are nice, but I feared them not liking me.

Weeks have passed and I’m starting to lose hope on the transfer student coming to my class, just at that moment there’s knock at the door. The teacher answers it and we find the principle standing outside.  He walked in with a girl in tow. She looks about 5’8’ with shoulder length wavy brown hair and striking blue eyes, I can see them even from where I sit.

“Good morning everyone, we have a transfer student starting in your class today. This is Regan, do make her feel welcome.” The principle says. The girl behind him, Regan, awkwardly shifts from foot to foot while the principle speaks.
“Take a seat Regan, anywhere you want.” Regan sits in the farthest seat in the back, everyone turns to watch her.
“I need to speak with the principle for a second, read from chapters 5 to 7.” The teacher leaves the room with the principle; everyone takes it as a cue to talk to the new girl.  

She looks scared, having so many people try to talk to her at once; I wish I could help her. With that a loud crash takes everyone by surprise, all except Regan. She’s looking straight at me, her blue eyes burning a hole through me.  I look around to see what made the noise, I see glass on the table a few seats down from me and the lights above it have smashed somehow. The teacher comes running in, with the principle in tow.

The teacher gets everyone out of the room via the door to the oval while the principle cleans up the glass. Everyone is confused and a little scared to go back into the room. I look around and notice Regan isn’t with us, the teacher notices too. I finally see her still in the classroom; she’s talking to the principle, he looks mad. The teacher walks back into the classroom just when the bell goes. Everyone leaves to play, all except me. I’m more interested in Regan.

Just then she storms out of the room, I try to look busy, bit hard when you are standing alone on an oval. She looks my way then back at the classroom, she eventually comes towards me.
“Hey, you’re Ella right?” I was surprised she knew my name, little alone spoke to me. She keeps checking back at the classroom.
“Yeah, I’m Ella.” I finally get out. Her head snaps around to look intently at me.
“Nice to meet you Ella, the teacher has assigned you to show me around.” Her smile is half sweet half sinister.


Just then we hear a call from the left.
“Look out.” Heading our direction, more mine then Regan’s, is a football. I don’t have any time to move out of its path, I put my arms up to protect my face but I don’t need to. Somehow Regan’s in front of me, I didn’t hear her move. She catches the football easily. She kicks it back, and then gives me that same smile.

“Thanks.” That was all I could get out.
“Don’t worry about it.” She said with a wave of her hand. “Anyway I can’t let my guide get hurt.” I couldn’t not smile at that; we were silent for a minute then, for no reason, Regan pulls me off the oval and behind a wall. I was about to speak, but Regan just put a finger to her lips. I go quite then we hear the teacher and principle leave our classroom.

“Do you know what happened in there?” The teacher questioned.  
“I won’t jump to conclusions, but I do have my suspicions though. I wanted to hear more but they started to walk away in the opposite direction to me and Regan. I look around to see where they went, but they were already gone, with a huff I sit down, leaning against the wall. Regan’s still standing, staring at me, I can feel her gaze.

“What?” I say, a little annoyed with being stared at. With that she sits down in front of me, I have no choice but look at her.
“Who do you think smashed the light?” I could just hear her small whisper over the wind, that question came out of no-where.
“I don’t know, probably one of the guys messing around.” I say with a shrug. I see her face fall a bit; the creases between her brows deepen.
“I know who did it.” That took me a back.
“Who did it?” I was curious, but I had the slightest feeling I already knew who it was. With that Regan shuffles closer to me that smile pulling on the edges of her lips.

“I know YOU did it Ella.” My eyes widen, she couldn’t know, she just got here. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” With that the bell goes, I take my eyes off Regan for a second, looking back she’s gone.

A week has passed with no more lights smashing and oddly enough, no Regan. By Monday the next week she’s there, but she seems different. There’s a strange collar around her neck and her blue eyes have changed to a dark red, almost the same colour as blood. She looks at me when I get close. I feel a strong pull of energy coming off her; it rolls over my body like smoke.  She waves me over, patting the seat next to her.

She leans towards me and whispers “Want to have some fun?” I listen closely to Regan’s plan while the rest of the students make their way into the classroom. While I look around the classroom, I hear a soft click from next to me. I turn just in time to see Regan take off the strange collar. Regan’s plan starts with me shutting the doors from where I sit; I’ve never tried to use my telekinesis in public. I get it closed after a few minutes of trying, next in the curtains, Regan said she’d get them. The room is then stuffed into complete darkness, I hear a couple girls yelp.  


The temperature in the room drops dramatically causing everyone to shiver in unison. The teacher is banging on the door, trying to get in. Girls start screaming, I see a couple run into each other or try to ram into the door. I see Regan’s eyes glow in the dark, the blood red piercing through the shadows. Regan’s laugh bounces off the room, reverberating in my bones. Everyone stops in their tracks, knees shaking.  

Regan’s laughter is so infectious, I couldn’t help myself but laugh too. This is the first time I’m able to let my powers go. To show the world what I can do, with Regan by my side we are unstoppable.

The tables and chairs lift up to the ceiling with a wave of my hand. The girls hiding under them quickly scurry away until they hit the wall behind them. I can see them clear as day, shacking in the corner. Our fun is interrupted when someone is finally able to get the door open. Everyone makes a break for the door while the principle and security comes barging into an empty room, Regan and I are nowhere to be found, but that’s what they think.

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Likirie Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
Your designs are super cute! <3 A watch for you~ 
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i-love-daisy Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2016
thanks so much
if you have any ideas,
don't be afraid to ask XD
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Likirie Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2016  Hobbyist Artist
No problem! :D 
I will do that as well~ 
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i-love-daisy Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2016
thank you
just message me if you have any ideas
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EqFAzrael Featured By Owner May 8, 2015  Student General Artist
Are you open to doing designs from things other than Pokemon?
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i-love-daisy Featured By Owner May 8, 2015
yep, just ask and i'll see what I can do
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EqFAzrael Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2015  Student General Artist
You're doing well. However, I would also suggest trying to not use bases :) They can be helpful to start out, but the true power in design is when you don't have a base to dictate the shapes.
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i-love-daisy Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2015
Thankyou, for now I will use a base until I can draw it on my own XD
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Mirumiruh-Mochi Featured By Owner May 16, 2014  Student Artist
Owhh!~ your art is soooo cute!! (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*
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i-love-daisy Featured By Owner May 16, 2014
omg thankyou so much
i love you so much
you are so awsome XD
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