Pilot-part 2

Florence had gym 2nd period, just before lunch. Gym was one of her least favoriete classes. She had a lot of power in her, even when she was in human form. She was quick-footed, and even though she was small she had a powerful arm. Her least favoriete part was the changing. Since she never took off her necklace, it became meer obvious that she had one during gym class. She wasn't the only person in the class who was wearing jewelry, which was a plus, but since only a week geleden she had been cornered on a rooftop for her necklace, she was becoming meer self-conscious.

As she ran the final...

Pilot-part 1

The moon was a waxing crescent. u could see it through the clouds. The little light it gave off penetrated the darkness and onto the tiny city of Whispering Falls where, on the roof of a large apartment complex, two odd looking ladies stood.

One had white hair that was pulled back in an odd sort of French bun. Stragglers of hair fell onto her shoulders gently, but other than that it seemed to be out of her way. She was shorter than her companion and her blue eyes were piercing in the light. Perhaps the strangest part about her was her wings. They started out of her shoulder blades...

Welcome back to a new week of Sidekick! I'm so sorry to my readers who did not know, but things got a little hectic around my house, and I could not write any of Sidekick in the past month, let alone publiceer it. Well starting again every Saturday at 8, I will be posting a new episode each week!(:

Thank u for your patience,

Cara Lea

The Mystery of the muziek Shop

Florence Grover and her sister marched down the straat of the market. They were holding hands, pointing and laughing. It would appear to any other person in the market as though it were two normal teenage girls out for a spur in the marketplace....

The Sister and the Friend

Celia Grover hated mornings. There was something about the sunny, cheerful, 'we got the whole dag ahead of us!' attitude that Celia just did not like. While she enjoyed being alert, and she loved having days to spend, waking up to them was awful.

Tired, and a little cold, Celia stomped her way into the bathroom that Florence and she shared. As she tugged at her hair with a hairbrush, Florence seemed to wake up. She stumbled into the light green room, and scratched her nose. Her eyes had gunk at the ends of them, and were dark and saggy. This was testament to the little...