The Amulet of Rosaria

Okay, so...you've somehow gotten your hands on my journal. Congrats, you've got the documentation of a weirdly good, and scary, summer in your hands.

You better not mess it up, person. Or I will find you and I will end you.

Naw, just kidding. We cool? We cool. Anyway, let me introduce myself. My name's Jamiya Coleman and I'm a demigod(ess). I didn't really ever think I could be powerful. But, I'm lethal. Maybe.

As I was saying (More like writing), I'm a demigod who just wanted a quiet, peaceful summer but somehow angered gods she didn't know existed and was almost killed, like, what?

Five times? Could be more. I dunno. Not that I was counting, of course. So, if you're feeling some sort of tingling, I suggest you return this book to me (My P.O Box is in the front cover.), quickly walk away, and never think about this again.

Cool? Alright, we cool? You're lucky if you think this is some sort of story I made up to seem cool. Unfortunately, I'm not that creative.

I was a normal middle school student until one (1) day in September.

Okay, we'll start it from the beginning as all stories do. I went to a school in Alamo, Tennessee called CCMS ---- or Crockett County Middle School.

It wasn't a very big school and it was built, literally, right beside the highschool ---- CCHS. What sense did that make? I don't even know.

The schools shared a large parking lot and and football field, and the buses usually parked in front of them. The middle school was set up the sixth grade hall first, then seventh, and then eighth.

It was lunchtime and I'd just went through the line to grab my lunch. Lunch was usually the time that you talked with your friends, right? Well, see, I didn't have a class with my friends except for band. Though, I could sneak to their table.

"Jamiya!" Exclaimed Andrea, waving me over to her table. "Get your butt over here!"

Andrea was of Hispanic heritage, she had long, straight, inky hair, she was short (Shorter than me, I'm like five foot one.), onyx eyes, and she had a little meat on her bones.

"Jamiya! Are you eating?" Asked Isabela when she saw me sit down.

"Yes," I say, laughing nervously.

Isabela was also of Hispanic blood, she too had long, straight, inky black hair, dark onyx eyes, and she wore black, rectangular eyes. She was a tall girl, maybe around five foot seven?

I also say hi to Peyton, a quiet girl. She's a pale girl with chestnut hair that she kept in a ponytail, and amber eyes. I'm not gonna lie, I'm jealous of their ability to grow long hair.

I smiled at them, "I've finally finished drawing Jacob's brother."

Andrea, Peyton, and Isabela watched as I pulled my pocket sketchbook out to show them, forgetting my food - chicken tenders, fries, and an apple.

"Wow, you can draw so realistically! Like, he's so realistic," praised Andrea.

"It looks really good," said Peyton, quiet as ever.

"Yeah, but you really should eat. You haven't been eating well," said Isabela, glaring at me. "You're skinny enough."

I laughed at her statement. It was true, I constantly forgot to grab money. Some things just slip past my mind. I'm forgetful, whoops.

But, the truth is, Peyton's the skinniest out of all four of us. I'm kind of skinny, but I actually weigh a lot. One hundred twenty to twenty-three, perhaps. Pizza hasn't been doing me any good- I mean, what?

Peyton may fool you by making it seem like she's the quietest one, but sometimes I feel as if I'm the one that's the quietest in the group. The others tend to start talking about things that interest them and I'm left to my thoughts.

My thoughts were on one person.

Mr. Erwin Greyman.

He was the substitute for my fifth-sixth period teacher, Mrs. Lee. She had to leave before lunch due to a family emergency. He was a tall man with almost deathly pale skin, and those blue eyes. Y'know, like, the ones so pale the pupils seem to be separate from the iris and they kind of pierce into your skin. It was like I was a mirror and he was glaring at his reflection on me.

That was a strange simile. English sucks, I swear.

He's kind of creepy with his piercing eyes and abnormally large smile. He almost always wore smile, and I felt like he was hiding something. Something dangerous.

"-do you think of him?" I tune back in when Isabela had asked me a question.

I tilted my head and blinked. "Who?"

Isabela shook her head. "Mr.Greyman? Isn't he your substitute?"

Andrea frowned, wrinkling her nose. She picked at her food.

"He's kinda creepy. I saw him in the hallway, just standing there, smiling creepily. It was as if he were looking for someone," she recalls.

"I have a bad feeling about him. Like, he's not human," I state. "He looks half-dead with how pale he is."

Peyton looks me in the eye, startling me. She's barely looked me in the eye before.

"You've got no idea."

. . . . .

Truth be told, I regret going over to their table. Now, I'm starting to realize how lonely I truly am.

I hid in the girls' bathroom across from the cafeteria when their teacher's table was called to leave. This bathroom was one of the smaller rooms in the school. There were three stalls and two sinks with mirrors.

I was in the handicap stall because it was the biggest, of course. I tended to pace when I think. I preferred dancing, if you could call my moves dancing.

Ha-ha. I'm so awkward. You're cringing, I can tell.

I had been about to step out of the stall, when I heard a voice speak outside of the bathroom.

"I'm pretty sure I'm on the halfling's trail, Master," said a raspy voice.

I stopped in my tracks. Eavesdropping is bad, but I couldn't exactly leave now. I'd be caught by whoever was standing out there.

"I know. You do realize I'm smarter than that, she doesn't realize who I am and I intend to keep it that way until the time is right. That time is near, I can feel it."

My mind was stuck on the word "halfling". That sounded like some sort of Middle Earth vocabulary thing. A muffled beep and then silence. I reached for the handle, but footsteps drew closer to the bathroom.

The voice definitely belonged to a man. He wouldn't come in, would he? That would be straight up weird. I step closer to the door, my legs tense in case I have to run.

The man crept closer, probably trying to sense if someone had heard his strange conversation. My breathing hitched and I tried to remain still.

Would be convenient if I could turn invisible.

Fortunately, the person's footsteps trudge away, slow and cautiously. It was like they'd been prepared for someone to come out.

I realized I was shaking with nerves a minute or so a few after they were gone and I could hear my class filing into the bathrooms.

I flush the toilet to make it seem like I hadn't, like, eavesdropped on someone.

"Oh my god, guys, the new kid's insane."

"I know! Someone said he..."

I quickly wash my hands, trying to avoid touching anybody. The other girls, however, seemed distraught.

"What the heck? The water just turned on by itself!" Squealed one of them, horrified.

They scrambled out of the bathroom. One of them knocked me into the garbage can, sending used paper towels everywhere. I grunted at the impact.

They panicked even more and ran out, exclaiming about a ghost. Standing, I rubbed my elbow, which had taken the brunt of the fall.

I know I'm trash, but could they not push me into a garbage can? I walked out and tried to blend in with the line. I had a bad feeling about this period that I couldn't explain.

. . . . .

Math class was killing me. I acknowledge the fact that math is important, but that ain't gonna stop me from hating it.

I glared at the triangles in front of me. The problem wasn't that it was hard, in fact I could do some of it in my head, it was just that I couldn't concentrate sometimes.

Once, I had a daydream about two Englishmen with joking about "Englishman Problems". I'm not even sure what sparked that.

I'm not even joking. I had been so absorbed in my thoughts that I hadn't realized that I was twirling my pencil too fast.

The lead pencil went flying and landed a few feet in front of me. I grimaced at the sound of plastic on tile. I hated it when that happened.

Mr. Greyman immediately zeroed in on me.

"Miss Coleman, would you like to explain why you're disrupting the class?" His voice was the one I'd heard outside of the bathroom.

I gave him a blank look. He was planning something. My lips pursed and my brows furrowed. He'd been quiet since we'd come back from the bathroom so I hadn't realized it.

I stayed quiet. Looking at my desk. A few boys in the back snickered at my misfortune. I gritted my teeth. Mr. Greyman's footsteps tapped their way over.

"What are you?" He hissed. "Mute?"

No. But I can make you mute by socking you in your perfect teeth.

"No," I manage to spit out a word.

"So she speaks!" He says dramatically. "This is the second time you've gotten in trouble. Yes, I saw you sneaking off to a table you weren't supposed to be seated at. I'm going to need you to stay after class, Miss Coleman."

He sat my pencil back on my desk. I was too mad to wonder how he'd grabbed it if he'd walked up from the back of the class.

The rest of the period was spent with me wondering if it would be put on my permanent record if I knocked him out with a book.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the period. I slowly put my things in my backpack.

Mr. Greyman, still wearing his stupid grin, walked up to me. His eyes held a strange fire behind them. He placed a hand on my shoulder. I jerked away as if I'd been burned.

I felt confined within the halls as he led me down the hall. My mom was going to be so mad. In my opinion, all I deserved was a slap on the wrist and a warning.

But since when has anybody thought about what I believed.

Instead of taking me to the principal's office, I was led to the Janitorial closet. What was even weirder about the trip was that nobody seemed to know we were there.

They just looked ahead like it was normal that a teacher was leading a student to a supply closet.

He closed and locked the door. When he turned around, the grin on his face was replaced with an angry look.

"Do you realize how long it took me to find you, Jamiya Rechell Coleman?" He asked, slowly, as if he we're trying not to shout. "A year, wasted on an insignificant bug like you. Now tell me, where is the Amulet of Rosaria?"

The funny part is that he liked me enough to track me for a year and that I don't have an amulet. The creepy part is that he tracked me for a year. The even scarier part is that his eyes were glowing red.

He's got one severe case of pink eye.

"Well, you see, I think you've got the wrong girl. My name is Mimi and I've never held an amulet," I said stupidly.

Now, let me make it clear that I'm a nobody in the school. I only speak to, literally, six people.

His mouth opened, and instead of, y'know, human noises, a gutteral roar was ripped from his throat. I watched frozen in shock as he transformed. Sickening cracks came from his body as it morphed into a towering, purple wolf.

The wolf had strange tattoos on its body, its blue eyes were narrowed in on me. I screamed and it pounced. Adrenaline coursed through me as I dodged to the left, crashing into boxes.

Wolf-Greyman thundered past, skidding to a halt and immediately coming after me. I threw off my backpack, grabbing a broom.

They should call me the Sweepster, ha...

Anyway, as he bore down on me, I tensed up, not really relying on thoughts.

Concentrate, Jamiya, summon your powers.

A voice gently rumbled in my mind. The wolf swiped at me as I dodged it. I felt lighter, like I was floating.

The monster turned again. The janitors weren't gonna be happy when they saw this. I looked down at my arms, words that didn't look English swirled on them. I realized I was glowing white.

I smiled. The broom I held was now a silver bow.

I raised it, an arrow already nocked, and pulled back on the taught string.

"Ha, as if your puny arrow will harm me, Halfling," the wolf barked a laugh. "If you tell me where the Amulet is, I might let you live."

"No, I am in no possession of the "Amulet of Rosario", Wolf, " I reply calmly.

The monstrous wolf howled a paralyzing howl. My limbs froze and my eyes widened when I realized that I couldn't move. All of that awesome build up for no reason?

Time slowed down. Blue, glowing, slitted eyes glared at me from several yards away. I felt dizzy as his paw lifted slowly. I took a deep breath, if this was how I died, at least they'd know I tried.

He bore down on me once again. The ground shook as his he ran at me. I would be shaking if I could.

All I wanted was a good eighth grade year.

Just let go, Jamiya. Let go.

And I did. I honestly can't recall much of what happened next. There was a blinding white light, an explosion, and then nothing.

All I knew is that I would most definitely be expelled.