Magnolia’s Most Fantastic Journey through the Seasonal Terrain – Something Like Amber/It all started out so ordinary

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When Magnolia unleashes the Winter King. She must travel through the Seasonal Terrain to get her mother back.
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Published on 2014-02-21



Something Like Amber/It all started out so ordinary (edit)
Chapter 1   —   Updated Feb 21, 2014   —   4,885 characters

 
Prologue:
Something like Amber

The Autumn Queen slumped against the wooden wall, her heart beating triple time. The leaves of her dress were crinkled and her nutmeg tresses were clumped together like damp grass. She held a globe in her hand. It was something like amber. Inside was a face contorted with rage. The Winter King beat his frosty fists against the glass.
“Thwarted once again, dear brother.” The Autumn Queen started to place the globe into a velvet pouch when a rock hit her on the center of the head.
The globe fell on the ground. Slowly it started to roll with the aid of a squirrel, white as fresh snow.
The Autumn Queen narrowed her eyes. Snow squirrels. She started to pursue the squirrel but an even larger rock hit her on the head, knocking her out cold.

Magnolia’s Most Fantastic Journey through the Seasonal Terrain

Chapter 1
It all Started out so Ordinary

Magnolia Carlyle was in the same situation daily: school, principal’s office, detention, home. She hated the principal’s office with its monochrome colors and those chairs that made unflattering noises when you sit down.
“Well, Miss Carlyle here we are again. I think I see you more than I see my own daughter,” Principal Meyers said. The woman looked at her from under her eyes.
Magnolia cringed. She hated that look. Sonja Meyers gave her that look everyday in the hallway between classes. Worst than Sonja’s stares was her voice. She hated how Sonja said her name. “MAGnolia PETal.”
“It’s Tuesday what brings you to my office today?” Principal Meyers’ French tips danced on top of the desk.
“Your pickle head daughter started it.” The words rushed forward before she could clamp her mouth shut.
One hour ago
Magnolia dampened her fingers to smooth the edges of her hair. But it was no use. The curls still sprung up like follicle jack-in-the-boxes.
The bathroom door swung open and the devil’s princess walked in. “Oh look, MAGnolia PETal grooms in the girls’ bathroom.” Sonja Meyers stood hands upon her hips in between two girls Magnolia did not know. “She’s poor.”
“I’m not poor,” Magnolia shot back.
“Her mom makes pastries,” the tallest girl said. She is baking my sister’s wedding cake.”
Sonja smirked. “Don’t you know there’s nasty stuff inside her mama’s cakes?”
“No there isn’t.” Magnolia squeezed her hands into fists.
“You’re dad took one bite and saw one of your kinky hairs, and fell dead.”
Magnolia’s vision turned crimson. “That’s not how my daddy died.”
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“That’s why I pushed her; she talked about my dead daddy.” Magnolia crossed her arms. It still felt like it happened yesterday, even though it was nearly three years ago. It was a Tuesday. The rain fell like liquid sheets from the sky. Her mom forgot to roll the windows of the car up. Her dad went outside and that is when the lightning struck. “He was struck down my lightning not a cupcake.” Magnolia hated Tuesdays.
Principal Meyers did not bat a false lash. She picked up the phone and started dialing. “It seems we need to have a sit down with your mother.”
“You can’t. She is working.” Magnolia jumped out of her seat.
“I’ll leave a message.”
***
Isobel Carlyle was squeezing butter cream tulips along the base of a three-tier cake when her phone buzzed like a hidden bee in her apron pocket. She slipped one hand into her pocket. “Great the school.” Isobel’s heart sank like a cake that has been touched before it cooled. “It must be Tuesday. What did Magnolia do now,” she said as she touched the answer button.
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The dismissal bell pealed through the hallway. It was time for detention. Magnolia decided to ditch detention. She moved along with the sea of book bags and jackets, silently praying Ms. Bangles, the hawk eyed detention teacher would not notice her.
“Magnolia. Magnolia.”
Out the corner of her eye, Magnolia saw him. Aaron Tamson. He was always staring at her in class with his beady eyes. Magnolia quickened her pace. The detention door swung open. She could see the hem of Ms. Bangles’ multicolored skirt. Magnolia darted into the girls’ restroom. It was empty. The warning bell rang. “For whom the bell tolls. It tolls for me.” Magnolia tapped her chin. Should she hide in one of the stalls? Or shimmy out the window. Clink. Clink. Magnolia’s body stiffened. Ms. Bangles wore at least seven silver bracelets on her left arm. They produced musical clinks whenever she moved. Like now. Magnolia made her decision.
Plink went Magnolia’s messenger bag as it hit the ground. Luckily, all six-grade classes were on the first floor. Magnolia landed on her feet. Almost, her ankles turned to jelly just as she touched the grass. “Oomph.” She rubbed her ankle. Something was scurrying through the bushes. Magnolia blinked. “Is that a white squirrel rolling a snow globe?”

 

 

 

 

 

 


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