Book One: The Prisoners - A New Life
written by Zia C.
Are you in need of a creative novel to relax from the stress of your courses and O.W.L.S.? Well this might just be the book for you! Join Hannah and her not so normal friends as they discover their new lives with powers. These kids aren't like any other magicians, they can hone into their powers without the use of a wand! Also, I only have one chapter so far. Once you read it, owl me with your feedback, and let me know what you want to see in future chapters. Also, the chapter is not finished yet, there is more to be added, so keep that in mind in your review.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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3
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Chapter One: Ugghh High School!
Chapter 3
Monday, January 23rd 2023
Where am I? I feel so waterlogged, it is almost as if I had been swimming for an entire day straight. Oh wow, I feel really disgusting. What’s happened? I don’t remember this place. It’s very dull and drab. Oh, I wish I were at home in bed. But where is home?
Around me, there is a rather large cell that is completely covered in beige paint from floor to ceiling. As is because of the drab colors around me, inside of me there is an emptiness as if I had not eaten for a long time, but for some reason it feels like it might be a little bit more than that. I am utterly alone, and the emptiness seems to grow as I take into account that I might be in this cell all by myself for a very long time. I wonder when or if we will eat something. More like will I eat any time soon. There is no one else here, at least not that I know of.
I can’t remember anything about where in the world I might be or how I got here, but I can’t help feeling like a prisoner. There are no beds, no metal bars, and not even a metal toilet. The only thing other than the beige room and myself is a metal automatic door. It will not open for me because I am registered as a prisoner of one kind or another. As I think about how I feel, I realize that there is something different about me, although I do not know what it is yet.
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Monday, January 16th 2023 A week before the proceedings of the introduction
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! The clock reads 4:17 A.M. That’s my alarm for swim practice. We have practice every morning before school. It goes from 4:30 to 6:00, which gives me time to quickly shower and get dressed for my church class that starts at 6:20. I get up and make my bed, and then get my swimsuit and swim cap on. Now that I’m dressed, I walk toward my mom’s bedroom.
“Mom, we have to get going. I would go myself, but I still have to drive with an adult for another week.”
We hop in the car, and I drive to swim practice, with my mom in the passenger seat. Swim practice is a lot of work, because for one, it is so early in the morning that it is still dark and the pool is not heated. Not to mention that because of the early time, all of the exercise that is required for swimming is extra tiring because even though you are awake, your body is not up and moving yet, and it jolts it out of a deep sleep that would have otherwise continued until much later in the morning.
As we warm up, I think about my swim coach. How is he so boisterous this early in the morning? He is always shouting directions. It’s like he never sleeps! We do some laps around the perimeter of the pool, and my body finally starts to wake up. I soon hear the wonderful sound that we have finished our warmup.
“Everybody, circle around to hear some instructions.” Coach Middleton shouts across the pool. As we get our next instruction, the tension in my body releases. Finally, one morning where he doesn’t make us do any swimming sprints. I am more of a long-distance swimmer, and swimming sprints are not my forte.
I don’t have a lot of friends at school, but that is okay. I make up for it by doing my school’s extra curricular activities such as the musical theater club and the sports teams. I wanted to join our school’s academic league, but I am only good at telling people random factoids when I am not under pressure, and I think that a club such as that would be too difficult for me.
Soon, swim practice ends, and I dart to the showers for a quick rinse before my early morning seminary. Nobody likes to sit next to a chlorinated classmate, after all. Once I am dressed for school, I walk briskly to the car, where my mom is waiting patiently in the passenger seat. We drive over to the church building, and my mom switches to the driver’s seat as I stroll into the building. The seminary president, who goes about the halls pestering young academic scholars, greets me in a teasing manner, and then I enter the threshold of my classroom. Inside, I am told that since I am the third person to enter the room, I am assigned to give a devotional to the class. I get out my phone and quickly peruse the Gospel Library app for some devotional mater.
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Whoa, I am insanely exhausted, from all of that swimming plus all of the information given to me at seminary so early in the morning. Ugh, now I have to go to school. Don’t get me wrong, I love learning; I just hate feeling so tired all of the time. I also hate being told everyday to be quiet when I am not being very loud. Just because I have an outgoing personality, everyone gets me in trouble even when my voice is at a reasonable level that is confirmed by my friends. I also tend to get in trouble for what comes out of my mouth. Not that I swear or anything, I just say things with passion and people take it to be coming off as rude. I don’t mean to be rude, I just don’t like people bossing me around when I am not doing anything wrong. Just because somebody thinks that I am being loud doesn’t mean I am. There is a very high possibility that the hall that leads to their offices are an echo chamber that as of yet as been undiscovered.
One thing you should know about me is, while I keep my voice in check most of the time, I can be very loud. Once, my dad thought that perhaps I had hearing problems, so I went to the doctor to get a hearing test. When the test was done, the doctor said that I heard fairly well despite hearing a couple silly things like brown cow. The fact was, I wasn’t hard of hearing, I just have a well-developed diaphragm, and I know how to use it ; an actor’s most valued tool. I have wanted to be a T.V. star since I was three, after all.
Fast forwarding, my mom and I have a system. I drive to swim practice and the church building, and then she drives me to school. Once I am at school, I wait for class to start. Hey, I hope you guys don’t mind. I’m just too tired to describe my class schedule, so just stick around as I give you a tour through my day.
My official zero period class, Art, starts, and without further ado, I am off into the world of imagination. I draw an outline of the comic characters that I created. I am trying to make the pictures into a book of my own. It will take a while to do this though, because that will require a lot of drawings. It is a book about a noble prince who tries to save a fair princess, and although it sounds like a typical princess story, this is one tough princess. She wields a sword well, knows how to stand her ground, and will never give up . I modeled her after myself, because there has to be at least one good use for my stubbornness.
The time in my Art class ticks by, and in what feels like five minutes after class starts, we are released for break. In my school, there is this really cool goth girl named Cassie. She is not really my friend, but she has Pre-Calculus and Marine Science with me. She has black hair, brown eyes, typical goth makeup, and pretty much always is wearing a band tee-shirt or all black. Oh, and she also loves wearing various colors of beanies. I attempt to talk to her since, why not? We are in the same class for first period anyway. I ask her about the band that is on her shirt. She explains that it is not a real band, because it was made up by her favorite YouTube channel, but it has a really cool song.
In Pre-Calculus, the tedium of the day starts kicking in. I know that I am lucky to be able to have so many fun classes, but I still fight the urge to drift off to sleep. I manage to keep my eyes open, and I learn about something mathematical that I am probably going to memory dump next period. I don’t mean to do this, I just am not great at math. I mostly specialize in languages and creative things like art and writing . This time, the class eeks by at a snails-race-pace. But eventually, that wonderful bell goes off, and we are dismissed from my least favorite class. I also don’t like Chemistry, but at least it has interesting components to it.
Next, I head off to Music Instruction, one of the awesome classes. I mostly play piano and guitar, but my mom is tutoring me in the flute, and in this class I am learning violin. I have always wanted to learn the violin, but since my mom broke a violin when she was young, she was hesitant to allow me to take classes for this instrument, until we made a deal that I would be liable for any damage that was done to the violin not her. In class, we learn some basic techniques.
Where am I? I feel so waterlogged, it is almost as if I had been swimming for an entire day straight. Oh wow, I feel really disgusting. What’s happened? I don’t remember this place. It’s very dull and drab. Oh, I wish I were at home in bed. But where is home?
Around me, there is a rather large cell that is completely covered in beige paint from floor to ceiling. As is because of the drab colors around me, inside of me there is an emptiness as if I had not eaten for a long time, but for some reason it feels like it might be a little bit more than that. I am utterly alone, and the emptiness seems to grow as I take into account that I might be in this cell all by myself for a very long time. I wonder when or if we will eat something. More like will I eat any time soon. There is no one else here, at least not that I know of.
I can’t remember anything about where in the world I might be or how I got here, but I can’t help feeling like a prisoner. There are no beds, no metal bars, and not even a metal toilet. The only thing other than the beige room and myself is a metal automatic door. It will not open for me because I am registered as a prisoner of one kind or another. As I think about how I feel, I realize that there is something different about me, although I do not know what it is yet.
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Monday, January 16th 2023 A week before the proceedings of the introduction
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! The clock reads 4:17 A.M. That’s my alarm for swim practice. We have practice every morning before school. It goes from 4:30 to 6:00, which gives me time to quickly shower and get dressed for my church class that starts at 6:20. I get up and make my bed, and then get my swimsuit and swim cap on. Now that I’m dressed, I walk toward my mom’s bedroom.
“Mom, we have to get going. I would go myself, but I still have to drive with an adult for another week.”
We hop in the car, and I drive to swim practice, with my mom in the passenger seat. Swim practice is a lot of work, because for one, it is so early in the morning that it is still dark and the pool is not heated. Not to mention that because of the early time, all of the exercise that is required for swimming is extra tiring because even though you are awake, your body is not up and moving yet, and it jolts it out of a deep sleep that would have otherwise continued until much later in the morning.
As we warm up, I think about my swim coach. How is he so boisterous this early in the morning? He is always shouting directions. It’s like he never sleeps! We do some laps around the perimeter of the pool, and my body finally starts to wake up. I soon hear the wonderful sound that we have finished our warmup.
“Everybody, circle around to hear some instructions.” Coach Middleton shouts across the pool. As we get our next instruction, the tension in my body releases. Finally, one morning where he doesn’t make us do any swimming sprints. I am more of a long-distance swimmer, and swimming sprints are not my forte.
I don’t have a lot of friends at school, but that is okay. I make up for it by doing my school’s extra curricular activities such as the musical theater club and the sports teams. I wanted to join our school’s academic league, but I am only good at telling people random factoids when I am not under pressure, and I think that a club such as that would be too difficult for me.
Soon, swim practice ends, and I dart to the showers for a quick rinse before my early morning seminary. Nobody likes to sit next to a chlorinated classmate, after all. Once I am dressed for school, I walk briskly to the car, where my mom is waiting patiently in the passenger seat. We drive over to the church building, and my mom switches to the driver’s seat as I stroll into the building. The seminary president, who goes about the halls pestering young academic scholars, greets me in a teasing manner, and then I enter the threshold of my classroom. Inside, I am told that since I am the third person to enter the room, I am assigned to give a devotional to the class. I get out my phone and quickly peruse the Gospel Library app for some devotional mater.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Whoa, I am insanely exhausted, from all of that swimming plus all of the information given to me at seminary so early in the morning. Ugh, now I have to go to school. Don’t get me wrong, I love learning; I just hate feeling so tired all of the time. I also hate being told everyday to be quiet when I am not being very loud. Just because I have an outgoing personality, everyone gets me in trouble even when my voice is at a reasonable level that is confirmed by my friends. I also tend to get in trouble for what comes out of my mouth. Not that I swear or anything, I just say things with passion and people take it to be coming off as rude. I don’t mean to be rude, I just don’t like people bossing me around when I am not doing anything wrong. Just because somebody thinks that I am being loud doesn’t mean I am. There is a very high possibility that the hall that leads to their offices are an echo chamber that as of yet as been undiscovered.
One thing you should know about me is, while I keep my voice in check most of the time, I can be very loud. Once, my dad thought that perhaps I had hearing problems, so I went to the doctor to get a hearing test. When the test was done, the doctor said that I heard fairly well despite hearing a couple silly things like brown cow. The fact was, I wasn’t hard of hearing, I just have a well-developed diaphragm, and I know how to use it ; an actor’s most valued tool. I have wanted to be a T.V. star since I was three, after all.
Fast forwarding, my mom and I have a system. I drive to swim practice and the church building, and then she drives me to school. Once I am at school, I wait for class to start. Hey, I hope you guys don’t mind. I’m just too tired to describe my class schedule, so just stick around as I give you a tour through my day.
My official zero period class, Art, starts, and without further ado, I am off into the world of imagination. I draw an outline of the comic characters that I created. I am trying to make the pictures into a book of my own. It will take a while to do this though, because that will require a lot of drawings. It is a book about a noble prince who tries to save a fair princess, and although it sounds like a typical princess story, this is one tough princess. She wields a sword well, knows how to stand her ground, and will never give up . I modeled her after myself, because there has to be at least one good use for my stubbornness.
The time in my Art class ticks by, and in what feels like five minutes after class starts, we are released for break. In my school, there is this really cool goth girl named Cassie. She is not really my friend, but she has Pre-Calculus and Marine Science with me. She has black hair, brown eyes, typical goth makeup, and pretty much always is wearing a band tee-shirt or all black. Oh, and she also loves wearing various colors of beanies. I attempt to talk to her since, why not? We are in the same class for first period anyway. I ask her about the band that is on her shirt. She explains that it is not a real band, because it was made up by her favorite YouTube channel, but it has a really cool song.
In Pre-Calculus, the tedium of the day starts kicking in. I know that I am lucky to be able to have so many fun classes, but I still fight the urge to drift off to sleep. I manage to keep my eyes open, and I learn about something mathematical that I am probably going to memory dump next period. I don’t mean to do this, I just am not great at math. I mostly specialize in languages and creative things like art and writing . This time, the class eeks by at a snails-race-pace. But eventually, that wonderful bell goes off, and we are dismissed from my least favorite class. I also don’t like Chemistry, but at least it has interesting components to it.
Next, I head off to Music Instruction, one of the awesome classes. I mostly play piano and guitar, but my mom is tutoring me in the flute, and in this class I am learning violin. I have always wanted to learn the violin, but since my mom broke a violin when she was young, she was hesitant to allow me to take classes for this instrument, until we made a deal that I would be liable for any damage that was done to the violin not her. In class, we learn some basic techniques.
