Imagination is EVERYTHING

[glow=red,2,300]NOTE: LOOSELY BASED OFF OF HARRY POTTER, PJO, AND WOWP.[/glow]

Summary: What if...magic was real? Dragons, unicorns, mythical creatures, all real? If drawings, sculptures, and paintings came to life? Add a sprinkle of 2011 and you get...

BAM!

Imagination is EVERYTHING.

Chapter 1: I tame a dragon, meet a cute guy, and eat a doughnut.

So, there I was, 2nd week of 8th grade. [School's pretty normal, if you don't count the fact we seem to be learning more about the ages where people people believed in witches/wizards/sorcerers/etc. more than anything else. And that we were never allowed on the 2nd-6th floors. But sometimes people swear they saw something weird going up there.]

The name's Amelia Brown.
Call me Amy.
Or else.

I was slumped against my seat at the front of the bus.

Everything was pretty normal, the 8th graders were beating up some nerds in the back, and everyone else was chatting, gossiping, texting, or listening to music on their mp3 players, iPods, cellphones, whatever.

I'm 11 1/2, have messy [and when I say messy, I mean messy] long brown hair with red dye streaks that can never be tamed.

I live with my adoptive parents. I don't know what happened to my real parents, but I honestly pretty much like my adoptive ones.

Back to my story.

So there I was, on the bus. When the bus pulled up at Magicwood Middle [I'm serious. That's what it's actually called], there was a rush for the doors, people were so loud by then our bus driver yelled at us to shut up.

I sighed, getting off last. Snow was thrown at me I whipped around, annoyed, to see my best friend, Andromeda Jackson. She likes to be called Andy.

(AN: Came up with names out of the top of my head.)

"Hey!" She grinned cheekily and threw another snowball at me. I ducked and it sailed over my head.

The middle of Ferbruary wasn't too cold, but we still had loads of snow.

"Stop it, Andy." I said, but I was grinning.

(AN: I changed some stuff when I read over it. I'm not a writer, or an author, so please cut me some slack. HUGE fanfiction fan.)

"Or what?"

I snuck some snow from a snowdrift behind me. "Or..." I grinned.

"GOTCHA!" A snowball came shooting at her face and after that we had a mini snowball contest. It would've gone on forever if a teacher hadn't noticed us and made us go into the school.

Don'tmindmeI'mjustalinebreakdon'tmindmeI'mjustalinebreakDon'tmindmeI'mjustalinebreak

"Today we will learn about..." I was texting Andy under the table.



Hey, Andy

What?

If I fall asleep, wake me up.



I'm serious. What's Mrs. Richardson talking about anyway?

Something about people believed who were to be witches from somewhatever time period and how they were tortured.

...

I don't get it.

Me neith

Unfortunately, the teacher leaned over at that moment and took my cellphone out of my hand.

"What's this, Ms. Brown?" Mrs. Richardson demanded, showing the whole class my sparkly light blue phone with my conversation with Andy still on the screen. Another bad thing: When I'm embarrassed, I become a smart alec.

"Why, that's a cellphone, my oh-so-smart-teacher!" I said in a high bad imitation of Mrs. Richardson's voice.

Mrs. Richardson is scary. She has these beady black eyes and scares half the school to death. So, she was famous for her death glares. I gulped when she gave me her deluxe 'youhavedetentionnowyoungladyandyouareinsomuchtrouble' glare. Her nostrils flared, and I shrank back into my seat.

"Go out into the hall, Ms. Brown. We'll talk when class is over." I nodded meekly and opened the door, ignoring the barely concealed giggles I heard.

"Stupid..." I grumbled and kicked the wall once I was in the hall.

That's when I heard the rumbling.

I turned my head around, a cross between annoyed and confused. What the heck?

"ROOOARRRRR!"

I jumped. "WHAT THE-" I didn't have time to finish, [which was good, because what I was about to say would not be appropriate for children under the age of 12,] because a stream of flame rocketed down the hallway. Suddenly doors were thrown open.

"GET IT READY!" One teacher shouted.
What ready?

"OH MY MARK!" Another screamed.
Huh?

"ROOOAAAR!" A scaly lizard thing with wings stampeded down the hall. It took up the whole hallway, and was breaking the roof.

My jaw dropped open. "That's a-that's a-"

"Dragon!" Mr. Gray, my math teacher yelled from down the hall.

"How'd it get in? I thought the-"

"Um..." A mumble, but everyone looked in that direction. Mrs. Richardson looked sheepish. "I undid it because of certain-"

There was a collective "WHAT?"

I interupted. "AWESOME! That's a DRAGON! Hey, do you think it could be a pet? Hey! Emerald! Yeah, that's a good name. Emerald! Sit!"

The dragon stopped in its tracks and stared at me. "Sit?" A voice in my head scoffed. It was a sliky tone, polite, but that was just covering up the danger that could leak out at any moment.

"Sit?" The voice repeated, obviously offended. "I am not a dog, young lady."

All the teachers held their breath, probably waiting for the dragon to kill me.

"Young lady. The voice again. I'd already guessed it was the dragon. "My name is Storm."

I stared at the scaly dragon. It was silver, with blue and purple-ish tints. It had stormy grey eyes and long, snowy white speckled with blue/grey/purple wings.

(AN: Am too bored to finish it today. Go one tomorrow.)