THIS ISN’T THE FINALE. This is gonna be a longer season, 6 parts, papayas.
“No...no, no, no…” I muttered. I checked my calls. Two missed calls from Josh. My phone rang, and it slipped from my hands.
“No!” I shrieked for both reasons. But the ringing stopped, and someone handed the phone to me. “Oh, thanks.” I said, and looked up to see none other than Cayla Mendoza.
And the next thing I knew, I was unconscious.
Before we drove, I wrote a list:
WEiRD THiNGS i’VE FiGURED OUT
BY ARiANNA WESTPHAL
That this car (obvi) isn’t mine
That I sometimes speak in texting talk
That I can fake any personality or accent
I am 100% Evermorian
I might have to steal Cassia’s boyfriend o.O
“Whose car is this?” Lacy shrieked.
“I don’t knoooooow!” I cried, as I slammed Lacy’s bobby pin into the ignition. She looked confused. “Evermorians don’t need keys.” I told her.
Someone yelled “Hey! That’s my car!” As we drove away.
“Who’s that?” Lacy whined.
“Idk.” I literally said the abbreviation. “Look for me! I have to keep my…”
We wrecked into a stop sign. “...eyes on the road.” I finished.
“YOU WRECKED MY CAR!” A voice rambled, and I opened my window.
“What’s your name?” I asked, without looking at him/her.
“O’Brien. Calista O’Brien.”
Calista O’Brien. Calista...Calista…Cal.
“Cal.” I gritted my teeth.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” She continued making the noise.
She reached in the window. “You enchanted that bobby pin, didn’t you?”
She yanked it out of the ignition. “Look, Alia.” She leaned her ear to her shoulder,
“Arianna,” I corrected.
“Yeah, whatever, Alia,” I realized she was on the phone. “Yeah, she’s here.”
Static. Cal said a bad word and threw her phone down the hill.
“Who’s Alia?” I asked.
“None of your business.”
I hate tying people up. I hate being evil. I haaaaate Shadow Creek. And I had to experience all three of those things.
Cassia Tailor/Sierra was just kidnapped, and I’ve been tasked with the doom-ly task
Basically, that’s evil
And Shadow Creek made me do it
As I tied the last knot, I realized what I was doing. Partly because Cassia said “Do you realize what you’re doing?”
“One second.” I whispered. I came back with hedge shears. Cassia started screaming her head off.
“I’m gonna DIEEEEE!” She shrieked.
“No, no.” I cut the rope.
“Can I go now?” She asked.
“NO.” Joslyn boomed. Joslyn? How did Jos Topeka get here?
There was no time for me to process that, for in the next minute, Joslyn had tied us to the same chair (don’t advise--very uncomfortable).
“Don’t Liv me,” I choked, the ropes were a little tight.
“You are not a Raven, are you?” Joslyn spat. “You’re just a biased fail of a liaison.”
Alia (Ooh...new character!)
I didn’t want to talk to Calista. Sure, she was my cousin, but it wasn’t a good time. Not right now. I was busy.
It was a busy day for Spell Backfiration Inc. We’d backfired a total of 32,129,221 spells today; a new record. Being an intern is tough. I backfired my first spell today. The spell was Formulari complet, si us plau, cast by a little girl.
Bam. Sorry it was so short, I had some cliffhangers I had to put in there. Figured since I killed 539 (according to @CapeCardamDolls) people, I should add some more.
Who is Alia, and how will she gain importance?
Is Livia a, quote: “Biased fail of a liaison”?
Is the little girl Amy?
What is Cal going to do to Lacy and Arianna?
Go back to Ari’s list. Is she really going to “steal Cassia’s boyfriend”?