My World Upside Down

My World Upside Down My World Upside Down

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

17 yr old Shyla Sommers finds herself thrown into a world where myths and legends are real. She is torn between lovers but only one can save her soul. Can she survive? ..Preface Up!

Summary

17 yr old Shyla Sommers finds herself thrown into a world where myths and legends are real. She is torn between lovers but only one can save her soul. Can she survive? ..Preface Up!

Chapter1 (v.1) - My World Upside Down

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17 yr old Shyla Sommers finds herself thrown into a world where myths and legends are real. She is torn between lovers but only one can save her soul. Can she survive? ..Preface Up!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 30, 2010

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Preface

Urgh..I moaned while simultaneously reaching over and hitting the offending alarm clocks snooze button, “Just five more minutes” I mumbled pulling the covers up over my head to shut out the suns bright rays. Shyla your going to be late for School if you don’t get you butt out of bed, mom was screaming from outside my bedroom door. “Mom ..urgh..ok ok I’m up”. “What time is it mom? “Its 8:00 o’clock Shyla so you better get your butt in gear”. Dragging my self through my morning routine, I dressed in my brand new white tights a maroon baby doll blouse paired with ballet flats. Leaving my hair down, my dark waves hung in long layers meeting in the center of my back. Black eyeliner and some shadow made my emerald eyes pop I applied my lip gloss took one last look before heading downstairs. My mom was at the stove in her pink terry cloth robe flipping pancakes. “Have seat honey, pancakes up in two minutes” flopping down in the chair smiling to myself as I observed my mothers morning routine. My mother had the radio cranked up to bonnie tyler’s song I need a hero, her blonde curls bouncing as she shook her hips and sang along. It had been a while since I’d seen my mother in such a cheerful mood. My dad died in Iraq he was a soldier, we were never given the details but were advised he died for our country. I miss him everyday, but not half as much as my mom misses him, not that she will ever admit it but I can hear her crying at night sometimes. I was pleased to see the change in my mother also curious to know what or who was responsible.


My mom reached over and turned the radio down “done” she said plating up the pancakes and coming to sit at the table. Digging into my breakfast “ok mom something’s up, dish” I giggled at the expression that came over her face “and what makes you think there is anything to dish about” she said trying to keep the smile off her face. The repeated horn honking saved my mother “you’re telling me everything later” I said grabbing my cell and book bag, “later” my mom promised as I ran out the door. I rushed down my front steps to meet Becca who was still honking the horn repeatedly. Becca is a long time friend of mine she is a brunette also but has blue eyes, and a well coveted body, she has dated every guy worth dating in a five mile radius, its kind of our little joke. “Becca god you can stop honking now”, “who says I was honking at you? I mean Shy have you seen your neighbor over there” She pointed over at old man McNeil which caused us both to burst out laughing.


Becca pulled swiftly into the student parking lot at Harmony High we were surprisingly on time for once. Our school was like any other normal high school students filled the parking lot some catching up on morning gossip, Jocks tossing the ball around, stoners having a quick puff. “Shy, Becca over here” Jason called out to us. Jason is tall and lean with blonde hair, his blue eyes framed by glasses most think of him as the resident geek but we love him and he loves Becca but really who doesn’t. “Hi Jason have you seen Erika and Mike?”, “yeah they were here but left for homeroom already, speaking of which we better get going”. Becca, Jason and I found ourselves shuffling off with the rest of the student body towards our homerooms.


It was just after lunch in my fourth period biology class when I broke out in goose pimples, my grandmother always said that meant someone was walking on my grave an eerie thought if ever there was one. Mrs. Omelan was in the middle of an explanation on the proper procedure of the dissection we were about to perform on the poor lifeless corpse of a pig when in walked Principal Brantz. After a short conversation Mrs. Omelan turned and motioned to me “Miss Sommers could you please go with Mr. Brantz” at which point the class broke and in childish chorus of ooo’s and your in trouble, yup real mature for seniors. I gathered my books and bag and followed Mr. Brantz.


The walk to his office was bisque and I kept trying to figure out what I could possibly have done to warrant a trip to the principles office. For the most part I was a good student not perfect but good, I tried to keep my nose out of other peoples businesses and made an effort not to gossip although I’d admit to having enjoyed quite a few stories over the years but never had I been called to the principles office for anything. We entered his office where two uniformed policemen and the school nurse was waiting for us I presumed. I was simply at a loss, my brow furrowed in concentration as I took my seat in Mr. Brantz office. Finding my voice I looked up “Mr. Brantz, I don’t understand am I in trouble?” “of course not Shyla but these nice policeman here have something they need to tell you and myself and Mrs. Genick are here if you need us” his words sounded solemn, I was beginning to suspect something was not right and any minute now I would crack if someone didn’t tell me what was going on.


I could feel the anxiety building inside me when one of the officers stepped forward and put a hand on my shoulder. “Mrs. Sommers there is no other way to tell you this except to come right out and say it” he started. God I wish he would just spit it out say it say it my mind screamed for him to tell me “this morning just after noon hour your mothers body was discovered, she’s dead” He was still talking but I didn’t hear any of it. I could feel my eyes prick my breath caught in my throat NO, NO, NO I kept thinking, this is not happening. This cant be happening it’s not true. I could hear them still talking someone was calling my name but I couldn’t see who my eyes were blurring tears now streaked my cheeks, I felt nauseous, dizzy the room began to spin and then I blacked out.


It was Friday my mothers funeral was today, my aunt Vivian came down to stay with me until after the funeral. I hadn’t seen my aunt Vivian since I was five but I remember her and mother arguing and Vivian storming out of the house, after that she was gone. People say we look alike it was almost like seeing me only with a few years difference, an uncanny resemblance was there both have long dark tresses, slim build, Vivian seemed slightly taller then my five foot three inches but we defiantly had the same emerald eyes. She could almost pass for my slightly older sister, I had to smile at.


The police informed us that my mother’s death had been a suicide, I wanted to argue with them but I couldn’t. Knowing how happy my mother was the morning of her suicide didn’t’ seem to fit but then again people that suffer from depression have ups and downs and my mother was known for her episodes this past year. I just didn’t want to believe that she would take her own life and leave me here all alone in the world.


Looking around the gathering of friends and co-workers along side my friends Becca, Jason my aunt and myself we listened with silent tears as the pastor spoke kind words over my mothers coffin. “Today we are gathered to mourn the passing of Claire Sommers” the pastor began. I tuned out most of the service lost in my own thoughts and memories of my mother. No tears stained my cheeks as I watched my mothers coffin lower I know I should let them fall but I couldn’t bring myself to cry anymore for her, I was angry.


Vivian grabbed my hand “it’s time to say goodbye Shyla” her cold hand giving my hand a slight squeeze. She left me to say goodbye not only to my mother but to my two best friends as well. Today was the day that I said goodbye to everyone, my mothers casket was being covered in the background with dirt, my two best friends since childhood and I stood alone in the graveyard.


Jason approached me and swooped my up into a bear hug his bony arms crushing me, Becca joined him “oh god Shyla I’m going to miss you” that’s when the tears fell I held on to both Jason and Becca as if my life depended on it, not ever wanting to let them go. “I’m going to miss you guys too” I sobbed. “You’ll email us and Facebook us daily right?” Jason questioned “of course, everyday I promise” I said wiping the fallen tears away. Becca was the first to let go of me “I love you Shy you’re my best friend, just don’t forget me, Ok?” she turned and ran away “Becca” I called after her, “I’ll go after her, you take care of yourself Shy” Jason turned to leave “hey Jason” I called out “You ever going to tell Becca how you feel?” Jason turned back “Someday, Shy, Someday” he called back before running after Becca. I wiped the tears away took a deep breath and forced myself to walk away.


Vivian informed me that I would be going to live with her in Raven Falls some back water town she calls home in the middle of Alaska of all places. The house I grew up in has been packed up, as I stand in doorway and take one last look around tears flow from my eyes with all the wonderful memories that my family and I shared here. With a heavy heart I shut the front door.


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