For my big brother, because you are awesome.
“Just what do you think you are doing?” Jake jokingly asked as he snatched my “Arrow Phrase volume 23” manga book out of my hands. A manga(comic book) about a young girl who grew up to be a magical garment ninja, in which I loved to read about every Friday afternoon in cal-class. Jake, my most annoying neighbor next to me, who also happens to be the most popular guy in school with most of the ladies because of his drumming skills in his band “Dashing Fires” has been my best friend since grade school. He does this every time, every gosh darn time I get to a really good part.
“Oh, man, I was getting to a good part Jake! Why did you do that for?!” I whined, then hushed up as soon as the teacher at the front desk glanced in our direction. If it wasn't for being such a good student in his class, Mr. Kluctch would have sent me to the office immediately.
“Will you stop that, you know I always do this to drag you out of class to go to practice with me!” He whispered loudly in my face. “Now come on!” He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my chair, and I half followed and tripped. Way to go, Jake-y.
“You two! What do you think you are doing? Do you have a note of excuse for leaving my class?” It's his job to ask us, but Jake always follows through with his plan to get us out of it.
“Of course Mr. Kluctch!” He took out a slip of pink paper and showed it to him, which indeed had the principal's signature and note stating that “Jake and his friend is allowed excuse to go to Jake's band practice.”
“Right, off you go.” Mr. Kluctch says and added as soon as we swept from the door to the hallway in a running escape, “Don't forget the homework.” and “Watch for cars!”
That silly, silly man.
His band practices in his father's old warehouse down on 3rd thirst street from our school, that used to be my mother's acting school. When they cleared out all their equipment and shut down, Jake's dad bought it out so that he could sell their family relics, when that went out of business it became Jake's and his band's practice and hangout place for three years now.
“Hey man, glad you could make it, we were just talking about you.” Issac the bassist in the group welcomed Jake through the backdoor. He was smoking a cigarette, and was waiting for Jake so that they could start practicing their new songs.
“Hi Issac.” Jake said, “Hand her a mic.” Jake smiled at me.
“Whoa! Nu-uh, I can't sing!”
“Yes, you can, I've heard you sing all the time, I have decided you will be our new front singer, since Macy passed away.” Jake assured me. “the band and I agreed, you will be our new frontal.”
“-But Macy had an amazing voice! I don't have one of those!” I tried to turn around and walk out but, Aaron, the electric guitarist in the band blocked the exit.
“Okay...why should I be your singer huh? The other members haven't heard me sing, they only know that I can play the keyboard, but that's about it. Come on Jake, you can't be serious.” I argued.
“Do you really want to spend all your life living with your mom? Never knowing who your dad is, let alone, if you have any siblings?” Jake asked.
“Well then sing for us! Sing for everyone!” Jake suggested and Issac handed me a shiny silver mic, who knows how they got it.
I then, Hesitated as I took front center and they began to play and I began to sing the last song that Macy left off from last friday before she took her own life:
“They say a wind will blow us away,
They say that time will steal our place,
An unknown star, a twinkle light,
A miracle from above will strike,
In this summer haze,
In this red filled gaze!
When we will be stronger,
When we will never wonder!
I came from the twister!
I listened to your call!
I came from the twister!
You will hear my song!
They say that there is no hope,
They say that it will hurt,
An unknown sanctuary, an ear for the eternity,
I will to sing, I will my own words to bring,
I came from the twister!
I listened to your call!
I came from the twister!
You will hear my song!”
When the last Instrument played, I glanced around at some shocked and some excited faces. Then soon after that, that's when our journey began, I played at every gig after school and we traveled very far after we graduated, We went to visit Macy's grave every now and then, and Jake would place a note by her tombstone about how much he loved and missed her.
It wasn't before long that something new began to rise up, at one of our concerts, and no one knew what was happening, either, it became so crystal clear that my voice had some kind of mysterious power, but I didn't know what to do at the current time that it happened.
Another voice had put everyone else to sleep.
“Hazel, did you really think that everyone would truly believe your voice had no control?” That voice was just like mine.
“Who are you?! Show yourself!” I demanded.
“You really are a pest.” A girl with an identical face to mine walked up to me on stage.
I couldn't help it, honestly, I had to stare. I mean, was I going crazy? Am I dreaming? She looked just like me, only she dressed way, way more sexier.
“Uh, I hate to break your stare, but they could all wake up soon, you better kill them with your song. I can't do it, I'm not the older twin sister.”
“ Excuse me, but, who are you and why do you look like me?” I took a step back away from the microphone.
“ugh! I just told you, stupid, I am your sister, Hazel! It's me,Kimberly.”
I rubbed my eyes and then she slapped me, I really didn't know what was going on, it was so sudden. A few tears fell from my eyes and then before I knew it I opened my arms and came at her to give her a hug only to be smashed into the big screen behind us on stage with just Kimberly's wild scream. That kinda hurt, yup.
“You're a siren, Hazel, you were born with a magical voice.” Kimberly walked over and squats by my almost lifeless body, because of a lot of broken bones and an electric shock from the electrical equipment that I crushed as I was thrown back into the screen. Yep, probably some Amplifiers and a drum, possibly.
I tried to open my eyes but I hurt so much, so I talked instead, “Kimberly, I finally have a sister, could you please, shut up? I know you're my twin, but I don't want to kill anyone, a friend of mine took her life because of an abusive family, do you have to be so mean?”
Kimberly sighed, “Sissy, you are such a weakling, you know that? Daddy would be so pissed off at you.” She grabbed my neck and I gasped my last breath and the last thing I heard was from someone I recognized from my 2-B English class on the second floor of North Wilson High school, Mae Crosser. “Do not touch her!” huh, too late for that, Mae.
“So What?” Kimberly smirked, “She's dead. Daddy told me not to, but she was getting on my last nerve about not knowing she was simply attracting too many people to her voice, at her will.
“I am going to take you down, bitch!” Mae flew in the air with a pair of wings she was hiding while she was in the crowd.
“I have been going to every concert, to be sure nothing would happen to her. And now, I will destroy you!” Mae raised her open hand in the air and magically made a glowing wicked scythe appear.
Kimberly laughed an awful laugh, “What are you, death?”
“No, I am a necromancer!” with that she flew down to the girl who looked like me swinging the heavy looking scythe as quickly as she could to slice through her but before she nearly hit, Kimberly dodged the blow like the speed of light.
“A very cool swift move, but not cool enough.” Kimberly giggled. “I don't really have time to play. The people are waking up.”
After Kimberly, my poor of an identical artwork left, Mae, who just so happens to be a necromancer knelt beside me as everyone began waking up totally confused as to what happened. I remained cold as dead.
“What did you do to her!” Jake's voice echoed far, far away. Mae could not explain exactly, because she still looked quite magical, that she was.
“Stay back, or come with me, I will bring her back to life.” she simply put, “she is a siren. Well, now a dead siren, but she can be revived, a zombie.” Mae smiled at him.
“what?! A siren? A zombie? A necromancer, what the hell?!” Jake's hair on the back of his neck lifted.
Mae picked up my dying corpse and carried me off the stage to backstage and Jake, Issac and Aaron slipped off the stage after Mae used a small bit of her power to memory wipe everyone else. Another gift of a necromancer.
She laid my body on the only metal desk she could find then tried to rush my objecting band members out of the room except for Jake, because he insisted that I would want to see him when I come back to them.
Mae blushed brightly at Jake before she performed the spell. “Um...I hope you don't mind, but this is the first time I am bringing someone back from the dead. So um, could you not look while I do this?”
Jake nodded and shrugged his shoulders and turned away from me, but quickly turned around when he learned what she was speaking of. Mae's lips were locked on mine. Jake couldn't believe what he was seeing, but seeing is believing and when she kissed me, I glowed a golden like hue, and shot open my eyes.
Jake pulled Mae off of me and I sat up real fast in utter disbelief, “Mae? You kissed me?” My heart beat really fast and I rubbed my lips on the sleeve of my emerald punk dress.
“Why did you have to kiss her? You do realize that was her first kiss?” Jake shook blushing Mae's shoulders.
“I couldn't help it, I'm in love. True love's first kiss.” Mae replied in truth.
“-But-But, Hazel has to be in love with you for that, she's not in love with you! She's not a lesbian!” Jake's eyebrows shot up at me, “You're not a lesbian are you?!”
“Uh....” I said.
“Oh no, Hazel!”
Jake smacked his hand on his face, and took my hand and ran out the door and into our eavesdropping friends and got us back on stage so we could finish the concert and then get back to my the mission at hand: Stay clear of my mom, who hates me, find my evil sister and dad, and take her down, and try to have a secret romantic life with a beautiful necromancer, without missing a limb...
Till next time! If there is a next time...
Jake yelled at me, “Will there be a next time?!”