Black Magic

Chapter 1: Calculus Test No More

"Life is a gamble. You can get hurt, but people die in plane crashes, lose their arms and legs in car accidents; people die every day. Same with fighters: some die, some get hurt, some go on. You just don't let yourself believe it could happen to you," -Muhammad Alli

*kind of sucky first chapter below but bear with me guys*
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"Adeline you need to come down and eat breakfast before school!" My sister Rosemary shouted up the stairs. I groan and roll over in my bed and smack my pillow over my face, drowning out my sisters obnoxiously nasally voice.

There was nothing I dreaded more in the morning then hearing her voice, but it's not like I can complain. She was the only family I had left.

My parents were killed in a Japanese plane malfunction two months ago, and my emotions were still raw inside of me no matter how many times I tried to suppress them.

I press the pillow further into my face and hold my breath as I lose oxygen. Maybe if I press the pillow tight enough against my face I can ignore the fact that Rosemary is probably climbing the stairs right now and getting ready to rip my covers off me and demand I get out of bed, I mumble in my head.

"Adeline!" Rosemary shouts outside my door. "So help me god if you are not out of that bed in the next five seconds I'll throw all the bacon I just made out the window and feed it to the birds.

Let me rephrase that, there was nothing I dreaded more than the fact that my sister was willing to waste the food of the gods on birds. I fling the covers back from my bed and race out of my room, past my shocked looking sister and sped towards the kitchen that seemed to have a bacon aroma around it.

Once I reached the kitchen I swept my eyes over the countertop and a Cheshire like grin broke into my face when I notice the pieces of heaven lying in a plate at my seat.

"I'm never sleeping in late if you are going to provide me with bacon every morning," I mutter to a probably empty kitchen.

"I think I will provide you with bacon every morning just so I can see how fast you move. Now if only you applied that speed to the cross country team then you could definitely beat Jared's record," Rosemary traded as she tried to grab a piece of bacon off my plate.

Let me just take a moment to explain who this 'Jared' guy was. He was in the same grade as me at Northwich County High School, and was also referred to as my arch nemesis. He held the record of fastest four mile run at school. I HAD the fastest record before him until he magically learned how to run sixteen minutes faster than his previous timed run. I believed he used steroids but I couldn't prove my point without examining his body and how it has changed over the past two weeks. And I was definitely NOT going to see him shirtless.

"Adeline," my sister barks, snapping her fingers in front of my face. "If you keep daydreaming about Jared I'm going to have to tell him to get a restraining order."

"I was not daydreaming about Jared in anyway. If anything I was planning his death," I growl. I snatch the bacon from the plate and proceed to head up to my room and get ready. "If you need me I will be getting ready for school."

My sister snickers from behind me as I march up the stairs and slam my door shut. At least I have my thoughts to myself.

I grab my phone from my bedside table and click shuffle under my music. The sweet sounds of Mozart waft through my surround sound speakers and I twirl over to my closet and grab my outfit for the day.

To some of you teenagers, hearing a fellow member of the teenage society listening to classical music is probably leaving you with two questions.

1. Why the hell are you listening to classical music.