Chapter one: Teal Waters and Immortality Novels.
5/21 - Jade’s POV
Teal waters and white sand, that about sums up Trinidad. The scenery was beautiful and the locals were kind. Our family was on our yearly vacation, something I never really had looked forward to. The same things were to always be expected; eat good food, quality family time, and lame teen club with ages fifteen to nineteen where guys would constantly hit on girls, and girls would flirtatiously just bat their eyes at them. It got old every time all over again. This year, something changed, this year I met Olivia Owens.
Upon looking at Olivia, you would immediately begin to stereotype her. Rich white girl with platinum blonde hair and shocking hazel-caramel eyes that just had to be contacts. Olivia was constantly underestimated. Underestimating Olivia was the typical response. Underestimating her was dangerous. Though she was rich, she was not very spoiled, and though she was blonde, she was the exact opposite of un-intelligent. Olivia was cold, hard, and calculating. Looking back, I wonder if that was the reason we got along so well…
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I was walking through town, looking for a bookstore. The rest of my family was at the beach soaking up the sun and playing in the water. While it may have sounded fun, I would much rather sit in a lawn chair in the crisp white sand and read a hardcover book. After walking a few blocks, I finally found one. It was titled “Immortality Novels”
‘Sounds interesting enough,’ I thought to myself before walking in.
The store was interesting to say the least. The inside was almost as cheesy as the name. on the many shelves rested books of all sizes and genres, but one thing was off, everything was either black red, or purple. The curtains that framed the windows were also black.
“Can I help you with anything” asks the girl at the checkout counter. She had long, thick black hair and pale white skin. She wore heavy eyeliner, false lashes, a long black maxi dress, black converse, and black lipstick. She was like, a mega-Goth….and a fashion faux pas.
I looked down at my white sundress and flip flops and realized that I definitely didn’t belong there… but I really wanted to get a look at some of those books.
“Nope, I’ll just look around.” I said. She nodded, but her eyes still followed me around the store, suspiciously. Perks of being black, I guess.
Out of all the thousands of books in that store, one particular one caught my eye. It was obviously very old. The red fabric cover was faded and covered in dust.
Slowly, I began walking toward it, passing the tall black shelves, one by one. All, of a sudden, the store seemed darker. Something in my head screamed for me to leave, begged for me to get out. But getting to that book was the only thing on my mind. My pace quickened as I got closer to the book, which was at the very back of the store. Five feet—four feet—three feet—two feet –and finally I reached on my tip toes and snatched it off the shelf, as if I was in a competition to get it first.
I span in a circle, and realized that besides the creepy—yet beautiful—cashier, I was the only one in the store. I practically ran to the check-out counter, suddenly in a hurry to get out of the store.
When the cashier, who was wearing a name tag that said Annette, saw the book she gasped. Alarmed, I looked at her, confused. She reached for it, and as if by magic the book slid back across the counter towards me. Once again she gasped, and this time I was right there with her.
Coming out of my shocked state, I asked, “How much?”
“Just take it and go.” She says. I just stare at her wondering if she is serious or not, “Go! NOW! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!?!”
And just like that, I ran. I pushed the door to the store open and light spilled in, but just as quickly as the door opened, it closed again. I ran down the sidewalk, back the way I came. I ran and ran and ran. Straight into Olivia Owens.
“Excuse me.” I said, pushing past her. She grabbed my arm roughly, making me stay with her.
“Where did you get that?” she asked, voice hard, gesturing towards the book in my arms.
“Immortality Novels.” I spoke in a voice that was sharper than ice, match9ng her tone.
“What are you?”
“What am I? Or who am I”
“What.”
“Black?” It comes out sounding more like a question than an answer.
A look of shock and understanding passes across her face.
“Sorry. It just um, it looked like quite the interesting read.” She says, her voice is now light and perky as you would expect from someone like her.
And that was when all my doubt went away, that was when I made the biggest mistake of my entire life:
Trusting Olivia.
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