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Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.
Trix moaned, shuffling closer to Jordan. She stuffed her face in his neck and sighed. Jordan tensed as her warm breath touched his skin.
"I don't wanna go home," Trix mumbled.
Jordan brought the slow killer to his lips, to calm his frazzled nerves.
"Why," his deep voice came out in a way that made Trix hug his bicep tightly. His voice had always done that to her, it made her feel a warmth in the pit of her stomach.
"First, I've got this story due tomorrow and if I don't do it I will get expelled. Secondly, I love your company," she stated hugging his arms tighter.
Jordan chuckled, his eyes staring straight ahead. The sun was descending towards the other side of the world. Saying goodbye with it's radiant rays of light.
Jordan and Trix were currently sitting in the back of Jordan's van, surrounded by a bunch of their friends on a cliff just outside their town.
"How long should the story be," Jordan asked.
"20, 000 words," Trix replied dryly.
Jordan whistled, not expecting that response. How could a slacker, sophomore with no writer experience write 20,000 words in one night.
"What do have to write about," Jordan asked amused.
"The retelling of a fairytale."
"Which one are going to choose," Jordan asked a small smile on his face.
Trix furrowed her brows in concentration. "I don't know," she said after a long gap of silence. Now more than ever, she wished that she had done that book review. She sighed frustrated.
"You know who you should choose," Jordan started playfully.
"Who," Trix asked cautiously, lifting her head off his shoulder.
"Cinderella, homie, cause you broke," Jordan said. His boisterous laughter consumed the air. Trix shoved him playfully, joining in the laughter as well.
The laughter died after a minutes and Jordan went to get a drink.
Trix was screwed. How was she going to write a story in one night. Mrs. Weller was the wicked witch of the West for coming up with such a difficult task.
Tired of her own thoughts, Trix went an joined her friends by the cooler.
"There she is," Trix's friend Marcus greeted her.
"Jericho, here was just telling us about your little Cinderella problem," Marcus teased.
Trix turned to Jordan and mouth 'traitor', he shrugged in response.
The group chuckled at Trix's distress.
"This is not funny, you guys. I could get expelled," she explained.
"Lies, your principal wouldn't risk expelling the daughter of one of their richest benefactors. That would bunkers," Zara commented taking a sip of her beer.
"True," Darian agreed.
Darian was the oldest of the bunch being, 18. Zara and Marcus was 17. Jordan and Trix were 16. The twins who were no were in sight were also 16. They all had met each other a year ago when they helped each other out of a bunch of sticky situations.
"Yeah, well I don't want to have to deal with my parents, if the school calls."
"20,000 words in one night, that's not exactly a walk in the park," Darian stated.
"My sister got 10,000 to write and she wouldn't stop bothering me unless I hooked her up with some pills," Marcus commented.
Trix blinked at him, she had a look in her eyes that Jordan caught.
"No, no, no, no, NO," Jordan chanted, grabbing Trix by the shoulders.
"What," Trix asked.
"You promised me that you wouldn't touch that stuff," Jordan said looking into her eyes.
"Bu-bu-but I need it, I need this," she stammered, a pleading look in her eyes.
"You can find another way," Jordan said.
"But what if I can't," Trix said.
She new that drugs was a different story with Jordan considering that his mother was in rehab for 2 years now.
Jordan shook his head a disappointed look on his face. He stepped back, hopped in his van and left.
"He'll get over it right," Trix asked the group, who were quietly watching them. They hummed in response.
Trix nodded to herself.
"I'll just apologize to him tomorrow."
"So what do you have," Trix directed at Marcus, rubbing her hands together.
"Ah," Marcus fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a clear bag.
"Nothing right now except this really. I bought of off a gypsy of sorts, said it was organic. I tried it and it didn't do sh*t though," Marcus said.
Trix grabbed the bag and observed the powder. As she held it towards the sunlight, it sparkled like the stars.
"I'll take it," she said stuffing it in her pocket.
"What I just said that it didn't work," Marcus said.
"Can you give me ride," Trix asked Darian, ignoring Marcus. He nodded.
The pair drove in silence to Trix's parents 3 storey house. That's what Trix liked so much about Darian, he new when she just needed some company, some quiet company.
The car stopped at Trix's gate.
"You know you don't need that stuff right," Darian commented.
Trix turned to look at him. His bright green eyes seemed to be looking deep into her soul. She nodded, unable to break eye contact. His hand caressed her wild yet soft curly hair. Then her smooth dark skin.
He suddenly leaned forward but was pulled back by his seat belt.
"I should go," Trix hurriedly said, exiting the car.
Trix has had a crush on Darian, for as long as she could remember but she was also very scared of commitment. She wouldn't even have friends if it weren't for Jordan and wouldn't have Jordan if her mother hadn't forced her to join a club.
Trix sighed as she watched Darian drove away.
"Crisis averted."
She turned around and started walking up her driveway, when a shiver went up her spine and a twig snapped. Darkness had arrived and the sunlight had left. Her head snapped in the direction and she saw the shrubs shaking. She quickly pulled out her phone and turned on her flashlight. She saw nothing.
'It must be cat,' she taught.
She then continued on into her empty house. Her parents were at their usual nightly, separate dinners with business associates. Giving little care to their daughter, who was home alone.
Trix took a long cold shower, made some coffee, gathered some comfort food and her laptop.
.....2 hours later...
Trix payed in her bed staring blankly at her laptop. Her coffee was done, her food had disappeared and she hadn't wrote a single word. She hadn't even tried.
She yarned tiredly and rubbed her eyes. She blinked and widened her eyes in hopes of shaking the sleep away but it didn't work. She then caught a glimpse of her jacket. A small plastic bag poking out it's hand and waving at her.
She really wanted to keep the promise to Jordan but she also didn't want to deal with her parents.
She inhaled deeply as she grabbed the bag popped it open, stuck her finger inside and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Is this sugar?"
The white powder had sweet taste. Trix was positive that, that was not how that was to taste.
Trix hummed as she felt a sudden rush ran through her veins. She pulled her laptop closer and flexed her fingers.
' What if Cinderella's mother didn't die from an illness?
What if her father found a way to delay death at a very costly price?
What if the delayed death of her mother and the later passing of her father changed Ella from the ways of her up bringing.
What if I named this book 'What if ' since it's literally a big What if. '
Trix sighed as the rush began wear off and the mediocrity of her first few lines. Her eyes feel towards the bag.
'Screw it, it's just sugar right.'
She grabbed the bag and downed it all in one go. Some fell down her chin and unto her laptop and the powder shimmered once more. Trix swallowed the powder and blinked as her head began to spin. She suddenly lost consciousness and her slammed into the keyboard, writing a series of incoherent words.
The bushes outside her window trembled and a pair of feline eyes peered through.