The World Below...

Kirstie ( pronounced Kir-s-ty) moves to a small, quiet town in Virginia. At school, the subject sticking to her mind like glue, was History. She was told the Legend of the town, that underneath the surface of the earth, below them, a whole world full of mythical creatures, ivolved.
But when Kirstie goes to explore, she finds out that the story isn't a Legend, it's true...
So Kirstie explores the wonders of this world, every nook, and every cranny.
She meets all kinds of creatures, their powers, their fears, everything. But when Kirstie's back in the Human world, things are different. She'd been reported Missing. It had actually been monthes that she'd disapeared for.
Now, her life is different. Should she tell the truth, and risk the Creatures lives? Or should she lie, and hope that it was believeable?


2. Chapter 2

I woke up early, the sun barely in the sky.

I checked the clock on my bedside table.


I climbed out of bed, and wandered off downstairs.

Breakfast was silent.

Even the baby in mum's stomach.

I finished quickly, and washed my dishes, dried them up, and stored them away in the cupboard.

It was Monday.

My first day of school.

Well, not first, first day.

But my first day there.

I made my way back to my room, and changed in double quick time. I washed my face, brushed my hair, cleaned my teeth, and smartened myself up.

I looked kind of sofisticated.

I hung my new school bag on my shoulder.


I looked like I was a Geek-Chic! All I needed was those Geeky glasses and I'd look fashionable!

I packed my school essetials.

Pencilcase, food money, books and my make-up bag.

I made my way downstairs, and out of the front door.

Mum had shown me the route for the whole of the weekend. I'd memorised it, and now, it was finally time to try it out.


I walked up to the school gates, gazing up at the gigantic school.

I'd only visited the school once, and I'd hardly had the chance to memorise anything.


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