Chapter 1
A penny for MY Thoughts
I want to do great things in life; I know that I can do anything I set my imaginative mind to do. As for now my choices are excruciatingly limited. Hey, if you were at least 500 feet above ground for a couple of days without food you’d be a little pessimistic too. A “little” is a big understatement for this situation. It’s not my fault I’m in this mess. It is ALL because of Josey Lavinzsky.
Josey is the most annoying reckless miscreant (my nerdness is totally showing) anybody will EVER know. Sometimes when she talks you think of dumb blonde jokes to say but then you realize she’s not blonde Barbie Doll, she is a redhead like Lucille Ball but not funny just evil and a pain in the a**. I have no idea how she managed to get away from those telekinetics, pyrokinetics, and psychokinetics (crazy super human powered people) but she did and left me to die. What a completely fantastic caring person, huh? There is a complete book of what her idiocracy and selfishness has done to me. I’ll tell you number one, the first time we met and the first evil act she bestowed upon my sorry a**.
First day of ninth grade at Lunestead High School, everything is seemingly perfect. I was wearing my favorite clothes, a deep purple Victorian looking corset with my black super skinny jeans and my black laced high heels. I was chatting to everyone I knew, and some I just met in my new classes, during passing period it was like I was popular. I hung out with my friends by an oak tree we chose in May when we came here to view our new high school lives. That was until 5th Period Algebra (why be in a class you can get a C in when you know you can get an A in an easier class?). All of a sudden Josey with Blackberry in hand and her little Juicy Couture bag flounced right in. I knew she would be one of those I’m-better-than-you-cause-I’m-rich girls just by looking at her stare down some other students. Her whitened smile turned into a murderous smirk when she turned her dark green/light brown eyes on me. I instantly knew I was toast and a simultaneous look of pity was shared by my friends, Susan and Jerald. One very rude stare down and statement did it all.
With the smirk widening she loudly announced,” Omygod why do we have an emo or should I say vampire wannabe in our class? I mean we shouldn’t have people with suicidal tendencies or Halloween freaks at school. ” Then flipped her flaming hair and she sat down obviously satisfied. During the entire class she practically texted the entire school about me. For three months (and I think they still call me those names) everyone, even most of the upperclassmen, called me vampire mistress or emo chick. Talk about an evil witch or should I say b***h. Hmm, well you know what they say…I think. Well from that moment till today it has been war.
I was so happy when 9 months later my life changed. I was completely joyous for about a month. Then she came ruined my happiness. Well, long story short I ran away. Okay I’ll give you some tiny details. I ran away, ran out of money, ran out of food and practically starved into unconsciousness and was found (just in the time) by Kiri and Barnabas “Bass” Lequa. They took me to Leque Mansion in New Orleans to be treated by, Kiri’s brother, Zoan.
When I awoke they asked me if I wanted to stay with their family for a while at Arbol-Flor Manor in Florida. Only they would let me stay with them on the condition I would call my parents. Of coarse I, wanting nothing more than to see what the rest of the nation looked liked, agreed. I was tired from the Arizona weather in the summer. It was also an hour from the beach so that helped.
I was there for three blissful days and it was so relaxing. I called my parents on the plane but I got the answering machine, which was fine with me. I was introduced to Jezebel, Eiren, Mai, Jack, and Lillith, “Lilly”. Jezebel and Eiren are fraternal twins (NOT identical), are brother and sister, and are Kiri and Bass’ kids. Lilly, aka Lillith, is Jezebel and Eiren’s little sister she’s a bossy and intelligent two year-old, she reminds me of my siblings. Mai is Korean she’s very lively and was adopted by the Lequa’s. Jack is also adopted he is Philipino and Spanish; he’s a very artistic type of guy and he loves Batman. Every one of those three days Jezebel, Eiren, Mai, Jack and I drove to Daytona Beach. We played volleyball and went snorkeling all day long. I was up at about 5:30 in the morning on Tuesday at the beach with the others to see the sun rise when Kiri came in her brand new 2010 convertible Toyota Solaris. She seemed very flustered and wanted us to pack our bags right away. I should have known then that something was wrong but I was way too happy to notice. When we were packing she told us that we were going to Kapzan Palace in Russia so we could be more cultured. We left that same day at 7.
I was there for three weeks in that enormous place…that is such an understatement), and out of nowhere Josey shows up. In the first hour she started treating me like trash (slaves would’ve been treated nicer back in the day). I couldn’t stand her after three hours so I went quickly outside. A few minutes later she showed me her cranberry-stained Juicy Couture jacket. She started shaking and yelling saying I did it to get back at her. Her eyes turned bright green and a few vases broke. Then they came with what looked like a tracking device and guns. Josey and I then ran towards a forest. She got away and I got captured. That was roughly about 4 days ago. Remember I said tiny details not specific.
Back to the unforgiving reality, which unfortunately I’m in at this exact moment. I’m realizing more than anything that is was a mistake to go with strangers and it was a mistake not pushing Josey out of the way to get ahead. Oh, if your wondering no in the back of my mind I’m not planning to kill Josey when I see her (but that can still change in the near future. I’m ultimately freaked/stressed about what will I actually do when I get out of this tower, if I manage to do that.
It seems as if this dark unforgiving tower in the middle of this really creepy deciduous forest won’t let me go back. Hell, I take that back the forest’s enormity won’t let me get back to my Family. I miss the love and security of a normal family.
The ones that actually love & care for me are my true family (unfortunately that now includes Josey). The ones that raised me… that’s TOTALLY an understatement the ones that I lived with previously are ghosts in my life. There for one moment then gone, forever haunting me until my dying day. When flashbacks shall race through my mind like a car speeding over a hundred miles out in the loneliness of the desert the driver seeing everything as an unforgiving blur. The beginning years of my life will hopefully be that blur.
The one thing I regret ever doing is leaving the twins, June-Blossom and Sky-Forest, alone in a place were children should never be. That place is in Arizona on a towering ranch with my parents. Serena, my mother, is a very disturbed, bipolar person (living with that & alcohol is a DEADLY situation). My father is barely around he is a popular photographer so he travels a lot. It leaves more than enough time for my mom to go to “Lalaland” and go into complete chaos.
It didn’t always use to be that way. It use to be calmer before dad got popular. He use to be around a lot telling my mother to take her pills and what not. He use to take us to California in the summer to Joshua Tree Park or to visit Abuelita Madrid, my mom’s mom, (I look exactly like her all hispanic). Other times, usually in the winter, we would drive to Canada were we would stay with aunts and uncles on my dad’s side and play in the snow or go to the lilac filled meadows till dark. We would come back to Arizona with a bunch of lilac plants. Those were one of the best times I will probably ever have.
Once he became popular every thing went down hill. I use popular instead of the stereotypical famous cause I feel like he’s still my dad that way. Also I use that word cause I don’t want to become little miss high and mighty like Josey. My mom started to get really worried without dad. Whenever he was home she took the medication so he thought she was fine. Since, dad wasn’t there to tell her to take her meds she started to become…no she became completely out of control.
Yea she hasn’t been my mom in a long time because she refuses to take her pills. I asked her one time when I was in seventh grade why she never took them. She said she felt dead whenever she took them. She told me that she liked the feelings she got when she didn’t take them. I never asked her again because she threw a flowerpot at me a moment later. The days usually ended with antiques and dishware being casted to the other end or out of the room. Living in the suburbs would have been easier. People would have seen and told the cops which would tell her to take the pills or something.
Anyways, my name is Darcy Jeanne Colt. So far my life has been from good to bad to almost complete perfection to bad again and then to worse. To sum it up, my life is a roller coaster with its ups and downs and twists & turns. Now if I don’t get outta here in the next day or two I’m going to die & something impossibly bad, which I don’t even have a clue, will happen. Ooh and I have to stop it, if I ever get out of this tower.
CONSTUCTIVE CRITICISM IS APPRECIATED!
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