Fan Fiction ❯ The Raven Chronicles ❯ Act II ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1-

"Don't even think about it"

-It moved-

"I'm warning you, don't force me to hurt you!"

-It moved again-

I glared, that was a stupid move….

Hssssssssssssssssssss

I nodded satisfied that my job was done

"Kill another one?" Mom drifted into the room, arms overflowing with boxes of paint

"Yep! One spider down, 60,000,000 billion to go" I shook my bottle of bug spray, "I think we're going to need more bottles of this"

"The day you take on the entire population of spiders is the day you sprout wings and fly away." Mom plopped her boxes down on a nearby table. I probably should mention that my mom's an artist, a really good one too. This also explains why the entire left side of the living room is covered in sheets.

"Mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"Why aren't you using your painting room?" I raised an eyebrow gesturing at the mess

"Oh! I was getting good vibes from this room so I decided to paint in here."

I rolled my eyes, "I see, well I just go upstairs and leave you and your `vibes' to do your thing."

Mom stuck her tongue out at me mockingly

I grinned and trudged upstairs to my room. I'm quite fond of my room really. The walls are dark blue and decorated with small silver lamps, painted by me, scattered around the walls. Yes around the walls, you know they're attached, as in branching off of the wall. They're the favorite part of my room because each one gives off just enough light that if I turn on just a few the room is still dim and the lamps make it look mysterious. My bed is pretty simple, it's an oak sled bed made with dark wood. Sled bed because it's made to look like it was shaped after a sled, the headboard and baseboard are curled under. It sits under one of the two windows in my room so I can look out at the sky at night. The other window has a window seat that serves the same purpose or else I use it to just sit and think. There's a desk that matches the bed up against the opposite wall scattered with various drawings of mine. Yeah I take after my mom in that respect, only I don't paint. Drawing just came naturally to me, at the moment all my pictures are of a certain girl. The one from my dreams had been appearing more frequently lately and I had been keeping a collection of images from my dreams to see if anything gave me a clue as to what it meant. Of course my mom didn't know I was drawing them, as far as she knew I had just given up on the dream and moved on. I know that it bothers her, I don't know why, but I'm determined to find out. Picking up my most recent picture I looked it over, this time the girl was surrounded by a ring of fire, her hair whipping wildly around her, and her jaw set in determination. It's impossible to tell from the picture, but I feel that the fire around her is more of a prison then it is something she created.

-ring-

I sighed tossing the picture back on my desk and grabbed the phone, flopping back into my black beanbag that was conveniently resting beside my desk.

"Hello?"

"Raven, I am in desperate need of your help!"

I groaned mentally, "Hello Jase, it's nice to talk to you too. I'm doing fine thank you."

"This is urgent! Mr. C. is having a big test on Great Britain tomorrow! I'm doomed!"

"Heaven forbid that you should actually study"

"But why should I study, when you, super history genius, can just tell me what I need to know."

I rubbed my head in annoyance, wasn't there one guy within a thousand mile radius that wasn't an idiot. "Ok fine, you can have my notes, but next time you figure it out yourself!"

"Rave, You are a lifesaver"

I could practically hear him grinning over the phone, I chuckled, "Yeah that's me, round with a hole in the middle, and I float too!"

"Of course not! You're much to beautiful to be described that way, long flowing locks of ebony hair, sparkling green eyes, and luscious red lips. Even Helen of Troy herself would be jealous."

"You've been sneaking into your sisters collection of romance books again haven't you?"

"Yup…"

"Thought so"

"So meet me at the mall in 10 with the notes?"

"Sure"

"Right"

"Bye"

"Bye"

Sometimes I worry about that boy, standing up and stretching I grabbed my black duster and tied my hair back in a quick braid. I'm not really what you would call a Goth despite the name. True I do like black and dark colors, like navy, crimson, and dark green; and yeah I like my long coats. I guess I'm really in a league of my own, I don't do drugs, don't wear tons of chains, and clothes ripped here and there to look `cool', and I don't wear monstrous loads of makeup or dye my hair. Like I said, I have a style all my own, personally I think that I dress like some secret undercover spy with the cool coats and dark clothes.

"Hey mom I'm going out for awhile, I'll be back for dinner!"

"Ok sweetie, be careful and have fun!"

"Okie dokie"

Really I probably shouldn't have left the house that day, seriously, I keep thinking to myself. Would I have still left the house if I knew what was going to happen?………Probably……….