True Heir, Chapter 2(Revised)

Hello! As I've already noted, this is a revised version of The Chosen One, Chapter 2 but is otherwise no different from the original. The symbol that I wrote about has nothing to do with anything in the real world, it's just a product of my imagination and if it happens to mean something(which I doubt) then that was an accident.

Ps. I couldn't think of anything but that for a symbol, it just stuck to my brain like glue. But I plan on changing it anyway.

Hope this one's better!

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It was a Saturday afternoon and me and my best friend, Rose, were at the park across from our school sitting on a blanket in the warm sunshine.

“I am so glad to be out of the house, my mom is cleaning up Cam’s little mess and she was going to make me help.” I grimaced at the thought of cleaning up after my brother, Cam.

“Heather you are so funny!” Rose said.

I sighed, Rose was only calling what I had said funny because she had a huge and unhealthy crush on my brother and liked to believe that he was perfect. But in reality Cam was anything but, he tended to leave pizza crusts all over his room and his clothes all over the house. When my mom has to clean up after him my dad and me have to move all the furniture out of the house just so my mom can clean.

“Rose, you have to stop liking my brother. It’s clouding your ability to know who’s hot and who’s not, remember how good at it you used to be?” I said.

“Cam is hot!” Rose said defensively.

I was getting really irritated with Rose defending Cam all the time he wasn’t that great.

“All right lets change the subject since we clearly don’t have the same opinions of Cam.” I said.

Rose thought about it for a while, I guessed she wanted to say something else in Cam’s defense, and said, “Okay, so did you hear what happened in seventh period English class today?”

We talked for a while longer about school and other things school-related when it started to rain, hard. I grabbed my math textbook from off of the ground and put it over my head to shield myself from the rain.

“Rose, I’m gonna head home, what about you?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m going to go home too. See you later!” She called back to me and headed down the street and toward her house.

I stood there in the rain for a minute thinking that maybe I should’ve invited her to come over since she lives further away from the park then I do, but I decided that it was too late. Then I left in the opposite direction that Rose had gone.

I got home fifteen minutes after I’d left the park and when I poked my head into the living room I saw my mom vacuuming the carpet as if there were no tomorrow, and for the carpet, there might not be.

“Hey mom, it started raining outside so Rose and I left.” I strained to be heard over the vacuum. I waited for my mom to say something like, “Do you want to help me?” or, “Will you go clean that questionable sludge off of Cam’s desk?” But she never did so I yelled to her again.

“Mom,” I yelled, “what’s for dinner?”

Mom looked around and when she saw me she smiled apologetically and pulled out earphones that I had failed to notice. “I’m sorry honey, what did you say?” Mom asked.

I hated cleaning up after Cam so I was going to tell her that I didn’t want any part in cleaning up Cam’s mess when a loud crash sounded from Cam’s room.

Oh, great, I thought, another thing of Cam’s that mom’s going to make me clean up. Like she always does.

We ran into Cam’s room and I expected to find out that Cam had been playing baseball in his room and had hit a lamp with a baseball or something. When we entered though, there was no one in the room. Not even our chocolate lab Charlie who tended to run into things (we suspected that he was losing his eyesight).

I looked around Cam’s room while Mom walked to the farthest corner of Cam’s room where a window was and said, “Heather, I want you to come and see this.”

I sighed, the lamp that I thought Cam had broken was probably shattered and Mom probably wanted me to clean it up. I walked over and stared at where Mom was pointing and gasped. The thing that had been broken was the window. There was no baseball in the room so no one could’ve been playing baseball outside and broken the window. So how had it happened? That’s what I asked Mom, her only answer was, “I don’t know Heather, I really don’t know.”

Mom left the room to go and call Dad while I stayed and looked around Cam’s room. There was nothing suspicious anywhere, the only thing that was the least bit suspicious was a hacky sack all the way on the other side of the room, but that never could’ve broken a window.

I looked back at the window hoping to find some clues as to how it was shattered and found something very interesting. Attached to a shard of glass was a piece of red cloth with a strange symbol on it. The symbol was something I’d never seen before it looked like a sword being plunged into a skull. Weird, I thought as I stuffed it in my pocket to show to Mom later.

As I was leaving Cam’s room to show mom the cloth the doorbell rang, I yelled to mom, “I’ll get it!” Then I ran to go and answer the door.

There was a strange blonde-haired woman with an umbrella waiting outside the door. Even stranger though, I thought she looked kind of familiar.

“Um, hello.” I said as I opened the door. “Excuse me, but who are you?”

The stranger smiled, “My name is Angelique Fisher, but you can call me Angie.”[i][/i]