ok, sooo this is a story ive been writing, which is based on a now-dead RP studio. (Here's the link to that if youre interested): https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/26643777/comments/#comments-120000401 sooo ye, this isnt the whole chapter, because the full chapter is too big for the character limit of the description for a project haha Note: this is a work in progress, and barely edited as of now. I will most likely change things before I finish all the chapters :P Chapter 1 Just for the record, I never wanted to move. And sometimes I wish we never did. My life was perfect. I had friends, a good school, and we were living in a great neighborhood. But then dad got a new job and we had to move to a tiny little town out in pretty much the middle of nowhere. None of this would have happened if we didn't move, and I would stay blissfully oblivious, happy in my little corner of the world. Although, now that I think about it, I would probably be dead. So yeah, on second thought, maybe it was a good idea to move. I do have friends here, and I love school just the same. Except for Yasmine. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I should probably start at the beginning. We had just arrived at our new house this morning, and had been unpacking for a while. “Phew,” My mom said, plopping a big box onto the kitchen counter. “These boxes sure are heavy!” “Yeah,” I said, struggling with one of my own. “They sure are.” I almost dropped it carrying it up the stairs to my room, but shifted my grip on it and continued on. I barely made it to my room before my arms gave out and it dropped to the floor with a thunk. Dang, I hope nothing broke. I thought to myself. I opened the box and started taking things out to put away. I got to the smaller box containing my snow globe collection, and checked to see if any of them were cracked. They all seemed intact, so I continued unpacking. I threw my fluffy pillow and my old stuffed rabbit onto the bed that had been recently moved there, arranged my snow globes on the dresser, and threw my baseball gear on the ground outside of the closet. As I was doing this, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. A lanky, 13- year-old girl with dark brown hair, a plain grey tee shirt, and a deep purple amulet hanging around her neck stared back at me. I looked down at the amulet. My grandma had given it to me just a few months before. I wore it all the time. I turned it around and read what was engraved on the back. Secret truths should remain hidden. Grandma had said she would explain what it meant to me “when I was ready”. But she died before she could tell me. This locket is all I have left to remember her by. She didn't have many possessions, and the few she did have she left to her children. Me and her were very close. I stopped thinking about it and went back to unpacking before I started crying. I hadn't shed a single tear since she died, and I wasn't about to start now. I eventually finished all the stuff in my room, and went downstairs to get a drink of water. “Finished already?” My mom said as I entered the kitchen. “You can take a break if you want to. I was just about to start making lunch. While you wait for that, I heard there’s a library just down the street you could check out.” “You mean the haunted library?” my little brother said. “Marcus told me about it. He said he saw ghosts there once.” “I’m sure it's not haunted,” my mom said to him. And then, turning to me, she said “Go on Kami, you might make some friends there!” “Ok, I will.” I said, because there wasn't anything better for me to do, and I might be able to find a new book series to read. I headed down our street in the direction my mom had told me to go, and came upon an old, rundown library that seemed like if I breathed on it too hard, it would crumble into dust. I went up to the front doors. There was no sign stating that it was open or closed. I peeked in, I saw a girl reading a book in a beanbag, and a little old lady that looked almost as old as the library itself, sitting behind a desk. That must be the librarian, I thought. I figured this meant it was open, so I opened the door. It was surprisingly noiseless, as if the hinges had just been oiled that day. I went to a shelf labeled “Fantasy”, and started skimming the shelves. “You might want to try those.” I turned and saw the girl had stopped reading her book and was pointing at the shelf. More specifically, at a series of rather thick books that I had dismissed as being too hard to read enjoyably. “They're quite good, and fairly easy reads.” She was a girl smaller than myself, with pretty blonde hair held back by a brown headband, and a sky blue t-shirt and shorts. She was reading a book that seemed to be about different types of rainforest plants and their uses.
She stood up and extended her hand. “I’m Summer. What’s your name?” “Oh, um, Kami. Kami Sawyer.” I said as I shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, Kami Sawyer. I’m assuming you moved here recently? It’s kind of a small town, and I don’t believe I’ve seen you before.” “Yeah, we just got here today.” I said. “Oh, interesting.” She said. I saw her notice my amulet. “Oh, that’s a beautiful amulet,” she said with interest. “Might I ask where you got it?” “My grandma gave it to me.” I responded. “And what wast your grandma’s name?” She asked, her eyes still fixed on the amulet. “Sarah Caligo” I responded warily. “Caligo…” She said, as if thinking out loud. After a moment, she looked at me. “Can I see it?” She asked. I didn't want to seem rude, so I unclasped it and handed it over to her. She took it gingerly, and turned it over to read the inscription on the back. “This is very interesting,”She said, “Because I have one just like it!” She showed me the green amulet hanging around her neck. It was identical to mine, different only in color. She handed it back to me, and after thinking for a moment, motioned for me to follow her, and started walking towards the back of the library. I hesitated for a second, but decided to follow her. She led me towards the nonfiction section, the one place that I hardly ever visited in a library. She scanned the shelves for a certain book, and found it. It was an old, dusty volume that didn’t even have a title on the spine or the cover. There was an indent on the spine, and Summer pressed her amulet into it. It fit perfectly, and I was honestly expecting the whole bookshelf to swing back, to reveal a room. However, I was quickly disappointed. Nothing had seemed to happen. I was really thinking that Summer was crazy now, but she pulled a different book, and opened a small door hidden in the bookshelf. Not quite as dramatic as I was hoping, but it was good enough. I was so enthralled with the idea of adventure that I followed her immediately after she ducked into the door. It was pitch dark on the other side, save for the small patch of floor illuminated by the light streaming through the open bookshelf-door, and I was having second thoughts about this adventure. I turned around to leave, or at least grab a flashlight, but the door slammed shut just before I could take a step outside. I was now alone in the room, unable to see a thing. I decided to try and feel around for a light switch, and found something that felt like one on the wall near where the open door used to be. I switched it on, and the room was illuminated by several lights that hung from the wall. I could now see that I was in a long hallway, and the walls were completely covered in bookshelves, stuffed to the brim with thick books. I forgot about trying to escape and ran over to the nearest bookshelf, but was disappointed when I discovered that none of the books were written in English. They weren't written in any other language I recognized either, but I didn't think much of it, and continued down the hallway until I came to a big, wooden door. There was no visible keyhole or doorknob, and I was considering knocking when it swung open of its own accord. I hesitated before walking inside.
