Sep 16, 2020

Science Fiction Adventure Fantasy

~This is a story I meant to write for the theme "Secrets" but never got the chance to submit it, but here it is! WARNING: The main character's backstory is pretty sad, I'll put the following in where it starts and ends, ~~~ so just be warned of that! I also put it in the category of Science Fiction, which will be revealed later on why it's that! Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! And comment if you would like a Part 2! ~

Brooklyn (or Brook) stared out into the sunrise, on the roof of her apartment building. She was going to turn 13 tomorrow, a big milestone. But she didn't have anyone to celebrate her special day with.

Brook had no friends, no family, no future. She lived in an abandoned apartment and made it her home at age 6.

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The day she turned 5, her parents were driving her to the Grand Canyon. Young Brook was so excited! Her best friend went to the Grand Canyon before, Brook wanted to see the beauty her friend described to her 4 months ago. She lived close by, so they didn't have to drive for so long.

When they reached there, they took several pictures. Her dad was taking a picture of Brook with her mom, but the ledge gave away, and her mom slipped off the edge with Brook. At the last minute, Brook's mom pushed her closer to the edge, where her dad caught her. They turn around to see her fall down into the canyon. They called the authorities, but they were too late.

Weeks go by for the two, their days filled with grief from the death of Caroline Anderson. Her dad, most of all, was affected the most. Each passing day, Brook noticed her dad growing more distant, more cold.

One day, Brook's father didn't wake up in the morning. Brook thought he was sleeping, and so she went to school herself, forgetting to pack a lunch or a snack.

When the teacher asked Brook where her lunch was, Brook said calmly, "Daddy didn't wake up this morning, so I went to my bus stop myself!"

"Your daddy didn't wake up?" asked her teacher, Mrs. Willow.

"Daddy is really tired! I tried shaking him... he didn't wake up... he's probably awake now!"

Mrs. Willow had a bad feeling, so she took Brook home. When she saw Brook's father, she called an ambulance.

The doctors said that her dad had a seizure that night. They said he was gone.

"Where's daddy?" asked Brook.

"He's safe now, sweetheart," said Mrs. Willow.

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A couple weeks after her parent's death, she was sent to foster-care for a month, until a couple adopted her, who lived all the way in Hudson, New York. They gave Brook toys, art supplies, anything she wanted, but no matter how kind they were, Brook kept trying to run away.

Eventually, Brook succeeded. She took her lunch money, bought a one-way ticket to Manhattan, and ran towards the bus stop while her "parents" thought she was walking to school. She gave the ticket, and before she knew it, she was alone.

She walked around for a bit, and found this abandoned apartment building. There were other homeless people in the building as well. And they welcomed her with open arms. They helped her scavenge for food, clothing, and money left in the street. When she asked why didn't they steal, they said that isn't very nice.

"You may not get as much, but scavenging is better than stealing." said a man, no older than 30.

Since that day, Brook scavenged her breakfast, lunch, dinner, and clothing every day. Anything extra was shared between everyone in the apartment building. She also scavenged a library card and read books from the library every day. Brook never dwelled on her dead parents either. She was happy where she was. She never thought about them.

But on the eve of her birthday, she started to wonder how her life would have been if she didn't go to the Grand Canyon that very day. What would have happened if her parents hadn't died? Or if she hadn't ran away? All of these were very troubling thoughts, so she looked to the beautiful sunset to distract herself. Tomorrow, July 13th, she would turn thirteen. Of course, when you put her birthday into numbers, it would come out as, 7/13, which both numbers meant bad luck. That explained why she lost everything on her 5th birthday.

"Brook!" called Kaleb, the second youngest out of everyone in the building (the youngest being Brook), "Come inside! We're having dinner!"

"Coming!" Brook said. She went back inside to find her dinner, salad, with ranch, carrots, apples, pears, and so many other fruits!

"Rusty! How did you find all these fresh fruits and veggies?" Brook asked.

"Someone left an $100 dollar bill on the sidewalk! Can you believe it?" said Annie, who was 21, "I asked around to see if it was anyone's, surprisingly, no one claimed it!"

"Wow! We should save the rest of it for emergencies!" Brook said cheerfully.

Everyone ate their dinner in peace, and went to bed shortly after.

The next morning, Brook woke up. She didn't feel any different. It didn't feel like her special day. All she could think about were her very-dead parents.

They're dead, she told herself, You saw them die with your own eyes. Stop thinking about the past. today's your 13th birthday! Rusty probably made a cake like he does every year!

Brooklyn ran downstairs to find cereal on her spot. There was no milk of course, for where would they store it? They had no fridge, they just had a box filled with ice.

"Brook, there's a package, for you." said Kaleb.

She was confused, "Wait, a package? For me? But no one knows I live here!"

"That's precisely what I was thinking," said Amelia, "Anyways, open it up!"

She grab the package and opened it. Inside it held a purple cylinder, with gold finishes on it. Inside it was a scroll. It read:

Dear Brooklyn Maria Anderson,

You have been invited to attend Magic Academy, where you will learn skills needed to become a mage! We only take the best of the best, or relatives to the most famous mages and warlocks of all time! You and a few others have been selected from New York, USA. This is a huge decision, so you have until July 31 to register. When you decide to attend, please write a letter and slip it inside the scroll case (The Purple Cylinder)

Your truly,

Headmaster Gonzalez

"Well?" asked Rusty, serving more cereal.

"It's a troll letter," Brook slips it into her pocket, "It asked me to sign up for a Magic School? Oh c'mon, magic doesn't exist!"

After breakfast, she heads out to scavenge some more food. She also took $5 dollars to get a drink from Starbucks. Rusty won't be mad, she argued.

She bought her drink as sat down at a table near the window. She looked out to the busy streets of Manhattan. People rarely traveled together, and when they did, they barely even talked. Brook had tried to make friends when she was 7 years old, but she was ignored by everyone.

As Brook drank her strawberry lemonade, she overheard two girls, no older than she was, whispering about something. One of them sounded upset.

"Kat, you can't actually want to go to that school!" the upset one said. She wore her black hair into a bun, and had deep chocolate skin. She wore a gray cardigan, a white shirt, and ripped jeans. She wore several bracelets on her wrist, and wore white sneakers.

"Jordan, I want to go!" said the second girl. She had pink hair, curled at the tips. She wore a jeans jacket over a rainbow stripped shirt, shorts, and black sneakers, "I want to become a mage! That's what I've ever wanted since I was a kid!" What? Brook thought, A mage? Don't tell me these two girls got those scam packages too!

Jordan sighed, "I can't stop you, I guess. I'll go too."

Kat squealed, "Omg, thank you so much!"

Jordan laughed, "No problem!"

Brook walked over to their table, "Uh, excuse me?"

Jordan and Kat looked at Brook, "Oh, what is it?" asked Kat, with a smile.

"You guys got those scam letters too?" Brook asked, in a whisper.

"Oh, you mean the letters from.. that academy?" Jordan nodded, "Yea, it's the best school for mages! Didn't you know? They're not scams, they're real."

"Wait, so it's real?" Brook asked in amazement.

"Yea! Are you going to register?" Kat asked.

Brook pulled out her letter and scroll case.

"Say, do you girls have a piece of paper I could use?"

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ooh, this was really cool! *mixed emotions rn tho* Yep, shoulda listened to that warning... "The doctors said that her dad had a seizure that night." this line was all I could think about. It brings back some...memories... *gazes off into space, recalling* Oh write, the story.... it was good and I'm looking forward to part 2 :) I'll read it soon :) L.W.

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Thx! Did that line hit home for you?

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well...maybe even a little more than home...like I said...memories....personal ones...

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Ahh ok. I'm not gonna question, but I hope they're not sad ones :c If they are, that's ok! Just focus on the good times, and have hope! Everything will be ok! :D

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again...easier said than done... mostly...bc my bro has seizures all too often. they are painful to watch and...this story just reminds me how lucky our fam is...

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Ahh ok. That sounds painful, I really hope everything goes well for you and your family! D: I can't relate too much, but I can tell that it must be very frightening whenever they happen. Life isn't perfect. But as long as you hold onto your faith, He will guide you and help you! It may seem like he isn't at times, but in the end, He knows that you're strong enough to go through it. Just believe and have hope :)

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*starting a new one* any more random questions?

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hM not really qwq do you have any lol

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well, maybe... do you have anything that calms you down? if so, what do you do or have?

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Writing, reading, robotics, listening to music, and playing video games help me to calm down. Just doing things I love ig, It doesn't have to be anything special, as long as you FEEL good doing it. Any reason for asking this question? Or is it just random lol

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"Uh, hi i guess? What are you?" I asked nervously. "That's a weird way to start a conversation, isn't it? I'm a who, by the way. And my name is Apollo, not like that's important." He growled a bit. "Prepare to die." "Apollo, listen buddy. We didn't mean to hurt you or intrude on your territory, we were just passing by." He made a snarl that sounded like a laugh. "Yeah, sure. I don't really care about my home turf, you see, I just worry about my next meal." He licked his lips for emphasis.

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"Uh, look, I know I haven't been eaten by another british speaking wolf, but I know we're not that tasty! Uhm, look at my arm!" I held it up, "Barely any meat on there!" I chuckled nervously.

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"bah! Meat, who needs it? I just like the taste of you humans." "Well, too bad you wanna eat me, 'cause then you won't get to know my secret." I winked at Lia, hoping she'd get the hint.

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I tried to hide a smile. "And what would this secret be?"

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"Yeah, sure. There might be something there. Maybe even someone who could help us if we freed them or something."

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"Something like that. Let's go." I headed toward the unicorn. I began to examine it, from its horn to its hooves. No nobs or switches or anything. "Hm...nothing. Maybe there's some kind of key we need?"

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"Or we could just pull the lever." I said, as I pulled down it's horn. "Jeez, that was stick well!" The unicorn's mouth opened to find a keyhole. "Nevermind, key we need.

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I chuckled, "Yeah let's not." I picked up a sword.

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(I did respond btw)

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(sorry i thought i responded lol)

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"It doesn't sound like a beast, it sounds more natural, like a mini earthquake."

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"What could it be?" I said, tripping from the shakes. They were getting stronger.

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"I don't know..." the ground rumbled harder, tossing us around like a cat in an elephant stampede. It seemed like the world was tipping, similar to the feeling after spinning around super fast. My head started to hurt and my vision got blurry. "Maybe we have to find a way to stay alive?"

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"But how? There's not exactly a table we can hide under-" I said, remembering the earthquake drills we would do at school.

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The door opened into a small room filled with old ancient bottles. "Woah...this is kinda creepy." At the end of the small room was another door. "What if the doors just lead to more doors and we just get ourselves lost?"

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"Well, we've seen a wolf with a British accent, met a blood-thirsty queen who wants to kill us, a strange unicorn statue giving us tests, exploring secret passageways, almost got crushed by stone, oH and we've found magic stones. I think getting lost is the least of our worries at this point."

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"Very true, I suppose. So another adventure, here we come!" I opened the door with renewed confidence. A giant spider rested at my eye level. I swallowed down a scream.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHH SPIDERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!" I screamed, and ran across the room.

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✨✨✨ Hey Starry! I loved this story! It was sad but the ending was kinda happy:) I can't wait to see what happens!

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YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES WE NEED A PART 2!!!!

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