Hello lovelys!
Some of you may have read this FanFic before. It was my first ever FanFic, posted in 2010. I was just rereading it a couple weeks ago and saw the potential in there, but it was just… bad. So, I'm rewriting it into a series of four. I like to think my writing has improved a lot over the last three years, so I'm going to attempt this. A lot of details have changed, so if you have read the original, or plan on reading the original after this, just know that it's different.
I'll keep the original FanFic online until this one is finished. Once this is finished, I'm deleting the original one.
So yes. Please review, let me know what you think! Thanks all you lovely people, hope you enjoy!
Beatrice Ashburn was just a normal girl. She had a mother, had a father and a little sister. She was currently doing her GCSE's, just like any normal fifteen year old girl. She went through the phase of hating her parents, she went through the stage of thinking everything her little sister did was to ruin her life. She went through it all because… Beatrice Ashburn was just a normal girl. In fact, she was the epitome of normal.
She had a job at Waitrose, a minimum wage job where all she did was stack shelves. She went out with her friends every other weekend, and yes, there was alcohol at these parties. She cared about how she looked and she watched what she ate, hoping that her looks would be enough for her crush to like her back. She cared about what people said or thought about her and she cared about her grades, but no, she wasn't perfect. She was just a normal girl.
Except… that wasn't true. No one's normal. Not a single person on this Earth is normal. Every single person is special or unique in their own way. This was true also for Beatrice Ashburn. While she didn't know it now, one day soon, she would be known as The Girl Who Saved the Worlds.
Yes, worlds. Plural.
What made Beatrice so special and unique that ultimately gave her this title all came down to one day. One simple day that changed her life forever.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon on Wednesday the 8th of November, 2006. Beatrice had finally arrived home after arguably her worst day ever. Everything just went horribly. Well, as horribly as it could for a fifteen year old. First, her Maths teacher (who was out to get her) kept yelling at her. Then, her English presentation went missing, and her teacher wouldn't believe her. Her friends laughed at her and her crush ignored her. Then, she missed her bus, meaning she'd have to walk home. And to make matters worse, it started pouring as she was walking home.
So, when she opened the front door to her house only to see her little sister Maya as hyperactive as she could be, all Beatrice wanted to do was scream.
"Beatrice, you're late" Mrs. Ashburn said. She was dressed up, ready to go out with Mr. Ashburn to a business outing.
"Sorry" Beatrice said. "You wouldn't believe my day-"
"You're going to have to call work" Mrs. Ashburn said. "Maya's babysitter couldn't make it tonight, so I'm going to need you to watch her."
"But mum, I'm saving up for-"
"Yes, I know" Mrs. Ashburn said. "I'm sorry, Bea, but you know how important this night is to your father. We can't miss it, and we can't leave Maya home alone. She's still a little girl."
"No, she's ten."
"She can't cook for herself and she always insists on watching scary movies only to keep herself up all night because of the monsters under her bed. Just do this for me, please, Beatrice."
"Fine" she agreed at last. "I'll call work now."
"Thank you, Beatrice. We'll be back late, don't wait up. Don't forget, lock the doors and windows, remember to turn the stove off before going to bed, no junk food, go to bed early, set your alarms and above all be safe. Watch your sister."
"Yeah, sure" Beatrice agreed, punching in her boss' number on her phone. Mrs. Ashburn stopped for a second then walked up to her daughter and pulled her into a hug.
"I know I'm asking a lot of you right now. Your father's just going through a rough time at work. If this evening goes well, your father may be getting that new job in central London. You always love going there with your friends. It'll all work out" Mrs. Ashburn said gently.
"I know" Beatrice said. Mrs. Ashburn kissed her daughter on the forehead and headed for the door.
"Love you both!" and with that echoing slam of the front door, Mrs. Ashburn was gone for the night.
Beatrice let out a sigh that she was holding back for the whole conversation. She made her way to the living room and flopped down onto the sofa. She put her feet up on the coffee table and turned on the TV. She was not in the mood to have to take care of herself at the moment. How was she expect to take care of her sister as well right now?
"Beatrice!" Maya called out. Beatrice ignored her sister and raised the volume. "Beeeaatrice!" Maya called out again. Beatrice, once again, tried to ignore her sister. "BEEEEAAATRIIIIIICE!"
"What?!" Beatrice finally yelled out.
"I'm hungry" Maya said with a smile. Beatrice groaned and let her older sister duties overpower her. She turned off the TV and made her way to the kitchen.
"Did mum not give you a snack when you got home?" Beatrice asked as she reached for a small bag of Mini Cheddars.
"Nope" Maya said. "She was getting ready."
"Here" Beatrice said, handing over the snack. "Do you have any homework?"
"Nope."
"Maya…"
"I already finished it!"
"Promise?"
"Yes." Beatrice narrowed her eyes and went down to eye level with her little sister. She held outher pinkie and stared at Maya. "Pinkie promise?"
Maya, in return, smiled a great big smile and wrapped her pinkie around Beatrice's pinkie. "Pinkie promise!" Beatrice smiled quickly.
"Alright, go ahead, watch some TV" Beatrice said. Maya did a silent cheer and ran to the living room.
Beatrice sighed and decided to go and do some homework herself. She walked towards the front door to get her bag that she had left there. She picked up her bag and stared at the front door. She could have sworn her mother had closed it on her way out. In fact, she was certain of it. So why was it wide open now? Beatrice slowly closed the door, staring at it confused.
"Maya, did you open the front door?" Beatrice called out. There was no response, just the faint noise of the TV in the background. Beatrice groaned, her sister was ignoring her just like she was before. "Maya, come on" Beatrice muttered, slowly making her way to the living room. "I'm sorry for ignoring you before, there's no need to return…" Beatrice walked into the room, but no one was there. "Maya?" She made her way to the couch, only to see the packet of Mini Cheddars she had given her sister on the ground. "Maya, if this is your idea for a joke, it's not funny!" Beatrice yelled.
She started circling around the living room, opening all the cupboards and closets in the room, continuously calling out her sister's name. After closing one of the closets, the mirror on one of the walls caught her eye. Beatrice turned to face it, only to scream in panic. In the reflection, behind her, was the stone angel that usually stood in their front yard. It usually stood still, with its hands covering its eyes. But not this time. Right there, in front of Beatrice's eyes, the angel was staring at her with a blank expression.
Believing that she must be seeing things, or maybe there was something wrong with the mirror, Beatrice turned around to see it with her own eyes. Instead, the stone angel was now in inches away from her, its hands reaching out and its teeth bared and possibly the angriest eyes she had ever seen. Beatrice's eyes opened wide, but she refused to scream. Instead, she slowly backed up until she was against the wall. She then blinked, and the angel was gone. Just like that. Her eyes were closed for no longer than a second, and it was gone. Beatrice looked around, scared and confused, before she remembered…
"Maya!" Beatrice yelled. "Maya, where are you?!"
Beatrice ran through the entire house, opening every closet, every cupboard that stood in her way. She threw back all the covers on every bed in the house, she checked under every table, every bed, every chair. She checked in the garden, checked in the shed out back. She checked every possible place. Then, she found herself back in the main hall, where the front door was once again open.
"Maya?" she called out. She sprinted out the door, but the streets were empty. Her eyes fell on the angel that was standing out in the yard, exactly where it usually was, and its hands over its eyes, just like it always was. She shook the idea out of her head and ran to the middle of the street.
"MAYA!" she screamed out. She ran through the streets, a panic running through her that she had never felt before. "MAYA, WHERE ARE YOU?!"