Chapter 2

Here's the next chapter to my book...(If you didn't already read the first one...here you go : CHAP 1)

CHAP 2

‘A Familiar Face”’

            Sitting in a forest clearing with her legs crossed and her head in her lap, Elizabeth Sheers wanted to just vanish off the face of the earth; to disappear into infinity; to become a no body…even though that’s what she already considered herself. Let’s just say that she wanted to be a no body to a fuller extent.

          The wind softly blew Elizabeth’s shoulder-length brown locks off her tear smeared face. This was not the first time the high-school had abused her feelings. It happened many times before.

So the reader may have a better understanding of just how bad Elizabeth’s school life had  been during the past year…let yourself be taken back in time to the very first day of school in Mambridge for Elizabeth Sheers...

“Could you please tell me where classroom number 6 is?” Elizabeth was already late and had been walking around for 20 minutes looking for her classroom. “Do I look like the Principle?” Barked the 17 year old boy “How should I  know where your classroom is?!”…

“Hi…my name is Elizabeth’s Sheers…what’s yours?” Elizabeth sat at the lunch table with another student. “I wouldn’t let anyone who dressed like that know my name for a thousand dollars” replied the other girl, and she stood up with her tray and stalked over to another school lunch table…

“What do you think your doing?!” A teenager smirked as she snatched the eraser Elizabeth had picked up to use. “Oh, sorry…I thought that was my eraser…”

“Ah, yeh… well” the obnoxious girl snapped “You thought wrong!”

As you can see from our journey into the past, Elizabeth was not the most wanted girl in the school…in fact, as she herself personally thought, she wasn’t wanted at all.

Although her past school year hadn’t been the happiest year of her life, the young teenager had somehow kindled a hope in her heart that this year would be more promising. Yet, as she had discovered that morning, the school and it’s students still treated her with the same utter hatred it had giving her the year before.

Elizabeth gave up all hope. Her small kindle blew out and disappeared into the abyss. She had not made a single friend that entire summer…not one person to talk to, to invite to her house for lunch, to go swimming with…no one at all to confide her most appalling secrets to, as best friends should. No, this girl was indeed alone, save her few family members who included her father, mother and little brother, Ben. And one can not truly expect a girl of 14 to confide her secrets in her younger brother who would most likely blabber all her information away to his friends.

Elizabeth’s parents? No, they were always too busy…either working at a job site or at home. Mrs. Sheers was clerk in a “Candles and Perfume” store. She was always discussing the latest sale price on a new brand of Pine-Tree candles, or the most favorite perfume of all the customers who walked into the small store. She never seemed interested in Elizabeth’s subjects of imaginary worlds and fantasies.

Mr. Sheers was a hardworking man who owned a rather tiny clock shop. The only thing he would ever want to please himself in talking about was the new clock pieces he had recently purchased, or the grandfather clock that had just been bought by a rich man from out of town. Nay, Mr. and Mrs. Sheers were much too consumed in their jobs and couriers to busy themselves about Pegasus or water fairies. They never had time for their daughter, except when at the dinner table. Yet, this would only end up in an awkward conversation which never changed… “So how was your day at school?” Her mother would say, “all right” Elizabeth would reply. “Make any new friends?” Mr. Sheers would ask, “no, not really” would be the answer. Elizabeth didn’t understand why her father asked about ‘new’ friends…seeing as she had none to begin with.

Back home, in New York, Elizabeth had many friends… close friends, people she could trust and confide in…People who liked her for who she was. But those friends were no more. They could not communicate with Elizabeth …for their lives were, as everyone’s seemed to be… too busy.

Elizabeth, still in the forest clearing, crawled over the soft moss to a clear pond. She stared at her reflection as it gazed back at her from underneath the crystal liquid. “Uh! You’re useless…” she mumbled, and smacked with her palms the cold water which held her image.

As the water cleared again, Elizabeth’s eyes met her reflection’s once more…However, this time, another reflection appeared beside hers. A reflection which caused Elizabeth to drop her mouth open and stare…dumbfounded and unbelieving. Could it be? No, it was impossible.

But it was, clear as day; and Elizabeth could hear the steady breathing behind her. Who did the breath belong to? Whose smell met Elizabeth’s nostrils? Whose expression met hers in the icy water? The same who’s face first met her own on the roadway to school that morning…The deer.

Elizabeth slowly turned around and gazed at the animal behind her. It was indeed the same deer…still and motionless as it gazed back at her. Elizabeth’s mind was in a whirl. What did this mean? Was it a sign? A sign that doom would continue to follow her wherever she went…or a clue to hope?

The deer slowly took a step forward, and something happened then Elizabeth did not, and would not have expected for a hundred years to come. The deer lowered its head. Elizabeth shrunk back, awaiting a heavy blow from the creature’s small, but still highly affective antlers.

Yet, instead of a sharp smack on the shoulder, the 14 year old received a once in a life time experience. Something that would most likely never happen again to her or anyone else…the deer began to shimmer, and a cloud of light whirled around it…a light so bright in fact that Elizabeth had to cover her eyes from its unbearable glow.

The cloud continued to whirl around the animal until finally, it stopped, leaving no trace of its inhabitants. However the cloud had reveled something…or someone else to Elizabeth Sheers. 

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