An eighteen-year-old girl named Annette wandered through the cemetery carrying a bouquet of roses. She placed it near a grave that read, William Havensburg, 1932-2008. She closed her eyes and thought of the treasured moments with her father. Tears rushed to her eyes and her heart ached of the terrible disease that took her father's life. She quickly wiped her tears away and told herself that she had to let it go, after all, her father was never coming back. She got up and left the cemetery with a broken heart.
“Annette!! Annette!! Where are you?!” cried her friend, Margaret. Margaret had been her best friend since her father died, because she was the only one who got how she felt when her father died. She was the one who cried with her, talked with her and sat together in silence. She got it because her father had died as well. Margaret swung open her friend’s bedroom door and peeked inside. There was a somber looking Annette, gazing at a couple of old notes from her father.
Margaret sighed loudly and sat beside her friend. It had been months since she told her friend to let it go, but, it was no use. It was as if her father’s presence was still in her eyes. She looked at the notes with her friend and she wondered if her father had left her some notes like Annette’s father had left her. She raced back home, only to find...nothing. A cold, darkness filled her. Had Annette’s father wrote notes to her, but her own father hadn’t? Had her father not cared about her?
She knew that her father wished she was more like Annette. Brave, smart and talented, whereas she was the complete opposite. Margaret decided to go to their family lawyer. She could see if her father left her something in his possession.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Margaret looked inside and saw someone sitting in a brown leather chair. On his desk was a computer and a mysterious ornate black box. She walked in and sat down. The man looked at her and said, “May I help you? Miss…?” “Margaret.” “So, why have you come here, Miss. Margaret?” “You can call me Margaret, Miss. Margaret won’t be necessary. I have come here to see if father has left me anything in my possession. And I would like it now. Please.” “Well, you certainly know what you want. Let me have a look here. Margaret Chapel, Do-Do-Da-Do. Aha!! Here it is!!”
Margaret Chapel ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ornate black box
“One minute, let me just open it and-” “Ahem.” “Oh, um.. Yes?” “Sorry to interrupt, but is that my box? That thing, on your desk? Right in front of you?” “Where? Oh! Um, yes!! I think it is. Well, here you go!! Have a nice day.” “Thanks!!”
Margaret smiled and she was about to ask for the key, but, the strange man, was gone. She skipped to Annette’s house and tried to tell Annette the news. She was about to leave when she realized that she was mad at Annette. She saw the box of letters on Annette’s bed and she went over, picked them up, and ripped them. Of all the times Annette could have walked in, she walked in now. Right when Margaret was holding the ripped letters in her hand. “Aahhhh!!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!?”
Margaret had a smirk on her face and said, “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m ripping up the letters!! Duh!” “You don’t know how much those meant to me. I thought we were friends, but, I guess I was wrong.” Margaret suddenly came to her senses and said, “Oh no!! I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to.” “Oh, yes you did Margaret. I will not put up with you anymore. We are no longer friends...”
Margaret trudged out and cried to herself, looking behind her and saw a very angry Annette. It wasn’t pretty when Annette was angry, her face was red, her nose was scrunched up, her face was twisted and she looked at you as if you were the cause of all her problems. Margaret felt sad and she was sure she saw Annette smirk, but that couldn’t be true. Annette never smirked.
Annette looked at her friend and smirked. She was sure that her friend didn’t know about her past. She knew that her friend thought she was brave, smart, and talented, but she couldn’t wait for her friend to find out who she really was. She had changed long ago, maybe before she knew her friend, and even before Margaret was even born. She is, the great, powerful, Armella!!
I, Armella have something to say. I am currently 458 years old and I’m after my friend, Margaret. Margaret didn’t do anything wrong, the only reason that I am going after her is because Margaret’s great-great-great-grandmother, Nadia, tried to capture me!! She then successfully captured me and took my powers away and she also said that I would not get my powers back until after 250 years!! Luckily the 250th year just passed and I am now eligible to use my powers!!
I know that Nadia is powerful just like me and that I could probably get her spirit back. Unfortunately, Nadia needs to have an inhabitant body so she can fight and move around. I wondered who, when I decided that her granddaughter, Margaret, would be the perfect candidate!!
I used my powers to conjure up a potion, then I said “Nadia, Nadia, wherever you are, come out….NOW!!” I saw a puff of...pink smoke?! And I saw Nadia!! She looked very different than I remember. She was wearing a pink necklace, pink dress, pink shoes and well, everything were pink!! I asked her if she remembered me and she said that she spent her time wondering and she realized that there should be peace and harmony!!
I stood looking dumbfound and just stared at Nadia. She smiled and floated away!! I sat down and began thinking. I, Armella have to let the author speak because I need to think. Armella sat down thinking and she knew that she had to change to good, but, how would she? She decided to ask for help from Nadia. “Nadia! Nadia!! Where are you?”
A bright and cheerful voice replied back, “I’m here, I’m here!! So, what is it that you need help with?” Armella told Nadia that she wanted to be nice, so Nadia said that she would try her very best to make Armella nice.
“Oh, come on!! You’re not even trying!!” Nadia told Armella that she had to use her powers for good by helping people out. Armella was attempting to move a tree that fell, but she was just moving it farther. Giving up and losing hope, Nadia told Armella to drop it. They ventured along a path when they saw an old lady sitting on a bench. Nadia came over and asked her what was wrong. She then came back to Armella and told her that the old lady needed some money.
Nadia told Armella to conjure up some money and to give it to the lady in need. Armella shook her head violently, and said that she was not giving away free money to a lady. Nadia walked away disappointed. She thought helping Armella was going to me much easier, but she was wrong. She had to tell Armella the hard truth, that she just couldn’t be good. She had to be who she was.
Nadia trudged over to Armella and told her that she couldn’t help and that she had to stay true to herself. Armella was a bit sad, but she told herself that she didn’t have to take over the world. She could just do small things like walking an elderly person across the street, or prevent global warming. She was going to save the world, one step at a time and she was not going to be lonely. Nadia was with her and together, they would help the world.
