#strang girl

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Strang girl chapter 6

Summery: the character Isla gets haunted by a Haitian deity. Character is black (Haitian American).

Warning: supernatural violence, and blood.

As I went inside, the image of the black sand flashes through my mind, but I pushed it aside and changed into my witch costume that I made. Then I placed a old witch hat on my head. After dressing up, I grabbed my backpack that was givin' to me from my dad.

When I entered the kitchen, my mom was preparing breakfast on the table. "Look at you, all ready for Halloween," she says, her voics warm and affectionate. "That costume is adorable, honey. Did you make it yourself?"

I nod, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Yeah, I did. It's nothing special,"

"Nothing special? It's fantastic! Your so talented," my mom replies, her eyes sparkled with pride. She turns back to the stove flipping pancakes. "Eat something before you go. you need your energy."

I grab a pancake, smothering it in syrup and took a bite. The sweetness is comforting, a small moment of normalcy. I glanced out the window, the sky was still dark with the lingering shadows of the night. Angela bounced into the kitchen, her eyes wide with excitement. "Are you really going to school dressed like that?" She asked gesturing to you're costume.

"Of course," I say, grinning. "It's Halloween. What else would I wear?"

"But... with everything that's going..." Angela trails off, her voice mixed with concerne.

"Exactly! With everything that's going, we need a little bit of normal," you retort, with a smirk. "Besides, maybe my costume will give some edge against the monsters,"

My mom chuckles, shaking her head. "Just be careful, okay? And stick together."

"Always," Me and Angela reply in unison.

I finished my pancakes and grabbed my magenta backpack. My sister followed behind me. The morning air is crisp and cold, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and woodsmoke. As you walk towards the car, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. I clutched the glass fragment in my backpack pocket, that was safely placed in a black garbage bag. I'm a witch, ready or not. I can do this. I can save the world. I'm ready today.

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I fumbled with the locker combination till the lock clicked open. I quickly retrieved a hefty human anatomy book. As I entered the science classroom, Mr. Clarke was already at his desk fiddling with some equipment. I take my usual seat next to the window, flipping through the diagrams and opened my human anatomy book to page forty-five. A few minutes later, a redhead girl walks in, her eyes darting around the room. She seems out of place, a stranger in a familiar setting. Mr. Clarke greets her with a smile, calling her "Maxene," but she visibly bristles at the name. The air hangs heavily with awkwardness. The other students trickle in, their eyes drawn to the redhead. Whispers ripple through the room, and I can sense her discomfort growing. After what feels like an eternity, the bell ring, signaling the end of class. Students quickly packed their bags and left. I stayed for a moment, watching the redhead gather her things. She avoided eye contact, her movements stiff and deliberate. I almost approached her, wanting to say hello, but my nerves got the best of me. I smiled sympathetically instead and walked out. I made a mental note to try again tomorrow. Maybe then I'll find the courage to break the ice. I know how it feels to be an outsider. I know how it feels to be a odd person. I'm a witch. It's hard to believe, but it's true.

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At home, I sat on the sheets next to my bed with a pillow infront of me. A book of dark Wicca sat gracefully in my hands. The pages moved like the wind as I held my right hand above it. When I saw a pitcher of a man with paint on his face, I stopped. In the drawing he hald a bow staff. He looked intimidating and crazy. I seen him befor, last year in Hatii on vacation. A evil lady stole his rib and put it in my cabin. She turned out to be his goon, working along side him. I didn't find out until it was too late. So, now I'm cursed this year.

After I shut the black book, I started to fill cold, like the house dropped down to thirty-nine degrees. Then I hurd a man's voice. "Issssla..." It was Baron Samedi.

As I stood up and moved to the corner behind my bed, some kind of green mist floated through my window and lingered under my nose. It smelt like death and stones. I immediately closed my nose. The nasty mist swirled around my dress and hat.

[enormouslydefiantcorsair]

Strang girl chapter 5 "Evil will" fanfiction

Warning: none. Just the character suffering from dislyxea.

Will's eyes had a hollow shadow and a red malevolent light coming from them. His skin is pale with black light green vans, and the air around him shimmers with unnatural energy. When he smiled, he revealed sharp teeth, and then he vanished. When I opened my eyes, the vision stopped. The shadows returned to normal, and I dropped the glass on the floor. Somehow, this doppelganger nows me and seems to be expecting me. What does it mean? What does he want? And how am I going to stop him? These questions flood my mind in fear and uncertainty. This is far more dangerous. I ran to my room and placed the glass in my wooden drawer. I changed into black pj's with white, purple, green zig zags. I drifted off to sleep till 4:00 am. The zig zags of my pajamas blur in the morning sunlight as I stur. A cold sweat clings to my skin. I don't remember the details of the nightmare, only the feeling of dread, a suffocating sense of being watched. I sat up, looking out the window behind my bed as I gazed down the street. A street lamp flickered.

Astral projection sucks! Every time it happens, I lose my energy. So I'm starting today with some protein. My mom mixed green milkshakes in the blender for me. My sister wanted strawberry, so she made one for her. "Dilish, what did you put in this?" I asked, smiling. Mom bites some beacon pieces from hir plate, " Two percent milk with coconut, banana,kiwi and mango. A little dannon is in thre too. " She gives me blueberry eggos. " Someday, I wish to cook as good as you, " I said. My sister licks hir fingers happily, enjoying the taste. I ate till 4:50 in the morning. Today's Halloween, mom bought cookie dough from The Piggly Wiggly. I bought nothing. My main focus is working on my exercises. Plus, it relieves stress. I walked outside with my yoga mat and started warming up, doing butterflie stretches, splits, and power house poses. When I did roundhouse kicks, the events of yesterday creeped in my head. My priestess always told me about energy and knowing auras. The image of Wills face threw me off balance. My foot landed slightly off-center, sending a jult of discomfort through my ankle. I shake it off, refreshing my mind. Then I noticed it. A subtle distortion in the air, a shimmering haze of heat hovered above the ground near the edge of my yard. It pulsates faintly, like a heartbeat.

My heart pounds in my chest. This is the same energy frome the metallic fragment. That's when Evil Will stepped on the grass. It had a cruel smile, revealing very sharp teeth. It steps fully on the yard. " Looking for me, " it croaks with a disturbing echo. It starts sprinting at me, I threw fireballs searing the air with intense heat. Streaking the Eivl Will with the force of a small explosion. The creature shrieks, a high-pitched, inhumane sound. The flames burnt away the illusion of Will, making the thing fall down. It's a demogorgon. It burnt until the flames died down, and it was gone. I only saw ash.

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Strang girl chapter 3

Summery: Isla discovers something strange about Will and Hawkins.

Warning: none.

At night, I sneak downstairs, ending up on the sofa sleeping,hearing loud scratches inside my closet. I don't know what kind of animal desperately wants out, but it better keep quiet, or I'll give it a piece of mine. Mom thinks it's a humongous raccoon sneaking in my window, so she bought me something to trap the basterd.

I put on dark blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt with white Nike Cortez. Angela drove me near the Hawkins Arcade. "Here's seven dollars,"

"Daddy said don't be late,"

"Yeah,yeah,yeah. You told me," I placed the money in my pocket,closed her door, giving hir a shoo gesture.

As soon as I entered, I bought some cheetos and a bottle of water. I happily ate all my chips playing pac-man. I devour the bage with gusto,the cheesy dust coating your fingers and lips. The artificial orange glowing under the Arcade's neon lights. I gulp down the bottled water, chaseing away the dry, salty aftertaste. Suddenly, the pac-man machine flickers, the screen distorting for a second before returning back to normal. I blinked, wondering if I imagined it. Must be the ancient writing, I think dismissing it as a simple glitch. I continue playing, focusing on the game, but it happens again. The screen flashes violently. It showed garbled symbols before going back to the familiar pac-man maze. A chill runs down your spine. This is more than just a glitch.

I glanced around the Arcade, noticing a few other machines flickering erratically. A group of kids playing Dig Dug stare at their screen in confusion. The game is frozen mid-level. The sense of uneasiness begins to spread through the Arcade. Dustin, the stocky kid with a mullet, slammed his fist on the side of the Galaga machine, yelling, "Hey, what's going on here? This game just ate my quarter!" The Arcade owner, with a greasy comb-over, waddles over to investigate. Muttering under his breath. He fiddles with the power switch of the Galaga game, but the screen remains dark. "Just a little technical difficulty," he announces, his voice strained. "We'll get it sorted out in a jiffy." But I knew something was wrong. Very wrong. Like a virus, the neon lights and the games start to flicker as well, casting eerie shadows across the room. The air crackles with static electricity, and the smell of ozone fills your nostrils. A low, guttural hum erupts frome the Arcade's speakers. I know this hum. I hurd it last night at school.

As the Arcade descends into chaos, you spot Wll. "Will?" I say now standing next to him. "I missed you," he turns and finally sees me, waving as a hello gesture. He looks confused because we haven't hung out seans fourth grade. I'm the same age, his thirteen, I'm thirteen, I was busy studying mixed martial arts. "Fourth and fifth grade?" I smiled, holding my right hand out, waiting for him to shake it lovingly, and he did. He still has that shy awkward persona about him, I always enjoy that. When I looked at Will, he started walking to the door, staring at the sky. I saw one of his friends fallow us outside, his dark brown hair flying. "Will! Are you okay?" He asked, but Will couldn't respond, I was serouned by lightning. I felt cold. The other boy by the door stared at me. Just like Wll, but spooked. "Yeah. I just...-I needed some air. " He understood I was freezing, so he rubbed my shoulder. "Come on. You're up on Dig Dug." Will's friend looked at me one more time, like children do when they see a hunted house. Happines every time people witness my psychic phenomenon.

The dark-haired boy went back to his group, Will, and I did too. "Sorry, -I didn't mean to interrupt... you're group. I - " Who are you?" The brown haired boy spok, like I'm the werd sheep, his face still confused. The people hanging around begin looking at me weird, except for Dustin. He was distracted by Dug until he peeped over. No way can I get out of this situation.

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Strang girl chapter two

Warning: none.

You,Dustin,and Lucas scrambled frome your seats,retreating to the back of the classroom as quickly as possible. Mr Clarke fumbles with the controls,finally managing to kill the projector. The swirling vortex of colors vanishes,leaving behind the shattered screen and a lingering scent of ozone. A sigh of relief sweept the room. "What was that?" You asked,your voice barely a whisper. "I...I don't know. A power surge,perhaps? A malfunction?" Mr. Clarke said,trying to regain his composure,his face ashen. He adjusted his thin black glasses with trembling hands. "Everyone,please remain calm," he tries to relax us.

"I assure you, there is nothing to worry about," but his reassurance falls hollow in the faces of you and the two boys. "Dude,that wasn't just a power surge! That was... something else!" Dustin says with his eyes widened with a mixture of fear and excitement, and he grabs your right arm. "Probably just old equipment. This school's a dump." Lucas says,being a pragmatist. He glances nervously at the broken screen. He seems unsure. Mr. Clarke clears his throat,trying to get everything back on track. "Alright, everyone,let's just... let's just take a five- minute break to collect ourselves. Thin we'll try to continue our discussion." He gestures towards the door. "Pleas, feel free to get some fresh air." As the other students left the room,me,Dustin, and Lucas lingerd behind. We sheared glances.

"We should check it out," Dustin says, his voices barely above a whisper. He points at the shattered screen. "See if there's anything... left." Lucas hesitates. "Are you crazy? It could be dangerous." But the allure of the unknown is too strong to resist. I nod,curiosity taking over me. "I'm with Dustin. We have to see what's going on." Together,the three of us approached the screen,the air still crackles with static electricity and the smell of burnt plastic. A fant glow comes frome a metallic fragment on the floor. It's warm to the touch, and I feel a jolt of energy as I pick it up. The world around me seems to shimmer for a moment, and a wave of dizziness washes over me. I stumbled backward,dropping the fragment onto the floor. Dustin and Lucas stare at me,their faces etched with concern. "You okay?" Lucas asked. I shake my head,trying to clear my thoughts. "I... I don't know. Something weird just happened." You look back at the metallic fragment. This is just the beginning.

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[enormouslydefiantcorsair]

Strang girl chapter one

Summery: A girl named Isla gets caught up in the crazy world of Hawkins and learns more about herself.

Warning: none.

The flickering fluorescent lights of enrichment Room B illuminate dust mots dancing in the stale aire. A faint electrical hum vibrats through the metal desks bolted to the floor. I clutched my backpack tighter,the worn fabric digging into your sweaty palms. This after-school science club feels less like an enrichment opportunity and more like a detention sentence.

Dustin Henderson,a classmate of mine, bouncing on the balls of his feet beside me,his curly hair practically vibrating with nervous energy. "Seriously,dude," he mutters,adjusting his ill-fitting fake frunt teeth with a flik of his tongue, "What if they actually show us a real alien? Like,dissected and everything?"

Lucas Sinclair,standing to Dustin's left,rolls his eyes,his dark skin gleaming under the harsh lights. "Relax,Dustin. It's probably some lame slideshow about government cover-ups." Despite his dismissive tone,Lucas fingers tape a rapid rhythm against his jeans.

A tall,gaunt figure strides to the front of the room,silencing the scattered chatter. His name tag read "Mr. Clarke," but his eyes,magnified by thick glasses,hold a disconcerting intensity. "Welkom,students,to the meeting of the Advanced scientific Anomalies Club," he announces,his voice echoes slightly in the closed space. "Tonight,we delve into the mysteries that lie just beyond the veil of our reality."

Mr. Clarke dims the light,and a grainy image flickers onto the projection screen: a distorted photograph of what appears to be a massive,metallic structure half-buried in the snow.

"This," Mr. Clarke says,his voices dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "Is the tunguska event of 1908. Officially,it's attributed to a meteor airburst. But what if...what if that 'meteor' was something...else?"

Dustin nudges me,a wide gap-toothed grin splitting his face. "See? Told ya!"

Mr. Clarke clicks to the next slid: a series of complex symbols and equations that I had never seen before. He began talking about the physics behind wormholes and alternate dimensions,his words tumbling over each other in excitement. I try to follow along,but I can't. I had unsettling feelings ever since I entered this room. It's the prickling sensation in my skull,as if I'm being watched.

Suddenly,the lights flicker violently,making the room go dim. Almost plunging the room into near darkness. A low hum filles the air,growing louder with each passing second. Panic flares in my chest. This is no ordinary power outage.

Mr. Clarke stumbles backward,his face pale in the dim emergency lights. "What in God's name...?"

The metal desks began to vibrat,and the projection screen shimmers,the image on it twisting into an unrecognizable swirl of color.

Then, the screen cracked and exploded in a shower of sparks and glass.

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