BY: Calliope37

me people have strange skills.

Some people can touch their tongue to their nose.

 Others can burps their ABC's.

Some skills aren't meant to be known.

***

"Hey! Raven hair! New girl! Come sit next to me!"

And thus my life as a seventh grader at Preston Middle School began. The girl who spoke had a tan complexion, a slightly crooked nose, and an odd sort of look. Glancing at her, I shrugged and dumped my supplies on the desk next to her. She wasn't a Sherry, but it was a start. She studied me, her eyes like shiny black pebbles. 

"My name's Guinevere. Guinevere Morgana Preston." My eyebrows shot up. 

"Guinevere? Morgana? As in from the tales of King Aurthur?" The girl chuckled.

"Exactly so."

"And you say your last name is Preston?" I continued, "AS in, Preston Middle School?"

"Exactly so. But may I ask, who are you?"

"My name is Madeline, but most call me Mady."

"Meh, I'll call you Raven in honor o' that raven black hair of yours." I smiled and put my materials under my desk.

 "Raven, just remember to keep an eye on One Eyed Jones," Guinevere whispered. I turned to face her, but, as if it was Guinevere herself avoiding any questions, the teacher raised her voice.

"Hello, class, I am Ms. Sello. I will be your English teacher this seventh grade year."

***

In my next class there were no black-eyed girls named after a legendary queen and her evil sister-in-law, but there was someone equally as weird.

It was history, and we had assigned seats. I sat behind a boy with hair as black as Guinevere's eyes. He turned in his seat to look at me.

"You're Madeline Frank?"I glanced around for a second, panicked. How did he know my- Suddenly I spotted it. The seating chart. My eyes flew around the board looking for the boy's name.Octavian Preston.

"You're Guinevere's sister?"

"You didn't answer my question, but yes, Gwena's my sister. What did she call you? Nyx maybe?"I frowned. 

"Nyx? No, she called me 'Raven'. But why Nyx?"

"Nyx is the Greek goddess of night, like the color of your hair." I shrugged. This Preston family really like hair or something. I barely had time to think it over before class stared. At the end of history, the boy, who had insisted on being called Preston, turned to me. 

"By the way, my name's really Octavian Antony. First names don't always say everything." Great. More old timely, conflicting kiddle names!

***

That night I sat at my bed, texting Sherry.

 'Hey girl! How r u?' I texted.

'Good, but am missing u. How's school?' She replied almost immediately.

' Good I guess. There are some weird twins...'I heard my mother call from downstairs. 

"Are you getting ready for bed?" I scrambled to the bathroom next to my room. 

" Yup!" 

'Gtg. Moms calling,' I texted. 

I sighed and put my phone aside, when a weird beep emitted from it. It wasn't any ringtone I remembered putting on it. 

From Aurelle

 How's it going, Madeline?

I nearly fainted.