Spirits of The Sky

Chapter 1

This is a re-uploaded version of the story as Wattpad took it down for violating their policies. They haven't gotten back to me about what exactly I did wrong. So I've gone through every single chapter, changed a few minor details and hopefully it wont be deleted again!

If you've read up to chapter 72 already, the only real difference is that Elmer is not 'almost eighteen' but he IS eighteen now. I've just beefed the story out a bit, so you don't have to reread the entire thing. Though if you have the time, I would appreciate a vote on some of the chapters.

Let's give this little book a fighting chance :') Thank you to all my readers!

If you're new here, welcome! I hope you enjoy some enemies to lovers.

- Sianagh

A perfect circle of mushrooms popped up overnight; the first one to appear in Hetland woods for at least two years. It had never been so close to the trail. They were usually buried deep within the mossy roots of ancient trees, stumbled across only by chance.

This one looked as though it wanted to be seen.

Alexander Oswin, and his best friend Bo Mclean, stared at it with odd curiosity. The white mushrooms had thin stalks and flat wide heads. They varied in size, and some towered above the uncut grass.

"Stand in it," Bo dared.

"No," Alexander replied defensively. "It's just mushrooms."

"Then why won't you stand in it?"

They had grown up hearing tales of fairy circles. Alexander's grandma said if he stood in one, they'd make him dance until his heart gave out. His other grandma said they were portals to the fairy realm. He had never stepped in one . . . not that he believed in fairies or anything equally as ridiculous.

"We'll be late." Alexander forced himself to turn away, but Bo pushed him from the stone path. He narrowly missed the mushrooms as Bo sprinted away, laughing loudly.

Alexander chased him down the trail and towards the gate that widened for a cycle path. On the way, they passed Elmer Wispendale. Alexander flicked Elmer behind the ear, greatly satisfied by him yelling "Prick!" as he sprinted by.

College soon loomed into view like a big box of ugly concrete. Surrounded by such gorgeous greenery, it really was the eyesore of the town. "If this place ever burns to the ground, don't come looking for me," Alexander muttered, following the rest of the students through the rusted double doors.

He first found his friend's group and caught up on what everyone got up to over the weekend. Most of them had been with him in Ceder's Bar, so they mainly just polluted the cafeteria with their stupidity.

He eventually said bye to Bo and weaved his way through long gloomy corridors until he came to his history class.

A few faces littered the tables, and he found one that he looked for every morning- the unmistakable freckled cheeks and mousy brown hair that stuck out wildly atop his round head, and dimples so deep, Alexander had joked he was a slot machine.

The name Slots stuck all throughout secondary school. Alexander was particularly fond of it.

He leaned over the table, grabbing Elmer's timetable. He tried to snatch it back, but Alexander held it high. "Let's see, English and maths? You really are a boring twat aren't you."

Elmer grabbed it back, scowling and flopping down in his chair. Alexander pulled the chair out next to him, but Elmer held it, pointing a pen at his chest. "Fuck off, right now."