TITLE: Change of Fate
GENRE: YA fantasy
I was the first to be recruited.
It was a Friday, and it was drizzling. I hate that kind of weather, but considering I was safely tucked away under the bleachers while the cheerleaders scrambled to keep their sleek and shiny heads dry before the Homecoming game, I let drizzly slide.
Leaning against the metal support beam, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Breathing in hard, I exhaled a ring of smoke that was quickly assaulted by some rogue raindrops. It looked like the ring had been riddled with watery bullets, ripping through it until it dissolved into nothing. That’s what I was doing – watching the death of my smoke ring – when I first saw her.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed a woman crouching on the ground. “Hello, Ava,” she said, voice rasping and cracking with each syllable.
I cocked my head at the intruder. How did she know my name? And why was this homeless person camping out under some crappy high school's bleachers?
Feeling a little impish, I decided to play along. “Hello back, old woman whose name I don’t know.”
She gave wide smile, showing off yellow, crooked teeth. Her lips were cracked, and as she stood, I heard a full scale of bones popping, like someone wringing a piece of bubble wrap. The noise made me shudder.
“Don’t care for the sounds of old age, deary?” she asked, her voice a little smoother then.
“Not really.” My puckish demeanor dissolved.