Fanon:Pleasantly Bewitched Prologue - The Door to the Unknown

The Prologue Chapter deals with the events that occurred directly before the actual setting of the story. Lilith Pleasant and her twin sister Angela wake up for their first day in school, as well as Lilith's best friend, Isabelle Aebi. Meanwhile, Mary-Sue Pleasant and Ceserita Aebi are preparing to cast the spell on the wardrobe that would change their lives forever.

Prologue, Part 1 - Back to School for the Rebel
BRRRRING!

I slam my hand down on the nearest surface I find and reach in the darkness, grappling around for my beloved stick of wonder. Once I do find it, I promptly mutter something incomprehensible and open my eyes to find the Alarm clock on fire, listening to the ticks becoming progressively slower and slower as the clock is burned to a crisp. Like a countdown.

''Damn. Back to School.''

Opening my eyes wider I hastily mutter an incantation, and my wand begins to gush out a small stream of water that extinguishes the Alarm clock, leaving it singed and burned. With a quick tap of my wand I repair the clock and it's as good as new, and I get up up with huge owl's eyes as the full length of the sun hits me. It's 6AM Monday morning, and I'm a very beat-up looking Pleasant struggling to comprehend that vacation is over. Oh the pain.

I've never liked school. It's not that the subjects were dull or boring, but the amount of idiots - teachers and students alike - just made it insufferably horrible. Sure, the students were colourful and had unique personalities in their own right, but once you've got so many clashing opinions together it turns into a Noise fest that only the bravest can try to quench. Contrary to it's name, the Pleasantview High School was not as Pleasant as the principal claimed it was. You had all sorts of quirky action going on around the corner. Girls head over heels for boys, teasing and bullying other girls, bookworms reading, computer savvy-nerds spending time on the school Laptops, a pummeling the next corridor, even the occassional smoker who manages to smuggle some Cigarettes into their locker. In Pleasantview High, the possibilities are endless.

As I walk to the bathroom I'm serviced by a floating cup of coffee on a saucer and sugarcubes which promptly dunk themselves into the hot, steaming latte. I grab the nearest floating piece of toast and start munching down on it. I'm almost to the bathroom when the door swings open and my tidy twin sister emerges in her usual pink shoulderless top and mini-skirt. If it weren't for the fact that we shared the same face I'd have called her hideous on the spot, but my early-morning grumpiness tells me now is not the time to start arguing. Angela looks me over for a moment and eyes the toasted bread flying around my head.

"Don't get butter on the carpet. Mom hates that." She says, and she spins on her heel and waddles off to her room.

"Thanks." I call after her. Angela and I don't really hate each other, but we're not exactly on the best terms either. While I grew up accidentally making toys and other sorts of things disappear and learning things alone and the hard way, she grew up showered by endless gifts and the favour of our parents. Why? Because she wasn't normal in our family. It's sort of ironic to use that term, but when you're a normal human Sim born in a family of eccentric Witches it's the only word that comes into my mind. Our parents saw her as a weak and fragile child that needed lots of attention because of her magical deprivation, but I was practically ignored and told to learn it all by myself because I had the power that she didn't. And I did. Everyday for sixteen years, I did. I had learn how to cast spells by myself, how to cook for myself, how to ride a broom properly. And everytime I learned something new, I took pride in the fact that I was self-sufficient enough to do it. I needed nobody's help in doing things.