Prologue

    I was crashed out on the couch listening to my iPod when my mom came home from her date. My father had died 3 years ago in a car crash and my mom had finally gotten up the nerve to start dating again. She’d been dating a guy at her office for about seven or eight months now. His son, Kevin, went to school with me.
Kevin and I had been friends since before my father died. I guess we’d been friends since we were in the first grade. Like best friends. We could tell each other anything, seriously, anything.
“Hey, Sadie, can we talk?” mom asked.
“Sure…” I replied, pulling out my ear buds. “What’s up?”

Placed Above The Rest

Set in London, Placed Above The Rest is an adventure story about thirteen-year-old Emily Maxwell and her younger sister, Jade. 

When the Maxwell family moves to London from their home in Oxford, Emily has to start all over. She leaves behind her glamorous lifestyle and high school status to starting at the bottom of the food chain.

Everything is as terrible as usual until Emily wanders to far for her own good. Emily and Jade now have to run for there lives, their mother and father left behind. 

Chapter 1: Before It Happened

"Em! Em! Em! Em!" Jade shouted from the botom of the stairwell. 

Emily Maxwell rubbed her eyes and looked around at her surroundings. Bright pink walls with not a single stain on it. A calendar hung on the left of Emily's fluffy pink bed. 

Apple

Apple almost bolted right then and there. A bird of some kind came in. “I don’t know,” she squeaked and hid behind Rory.

The 13th House on the Block
 
Light. Little speckles of it, popping in front of her eyes. One, two, five…one hundred? Gabrielle blinked herself out of the dizzying spectacle. The light was dim enough that she did not have to cover her eyes in order for them to adjust.
A blur of yesterday night’s events flew through her mind: The skull-like creatures, being carried away, and the mouth-watering smell of a fresh apple—unconsciousness. 
Gabrielle’s intense gaze swept the room briefly:
A spidery rocking chair in a corner of the chamber dipped to and fro, to and fro. Gabrielle’s still slightly drugged mind lost itself for a few seconds in the motion. To and fro, fro and to.
Cobwebs climbed the iron walls in an ivy-like manner, and the seemingly levitating web spinners swung lightly with the breeze.  

It is said that one glimpse at the golden stone and you will freeze. Kinda like the thing that happens when you look at Medusa. The only difference is that you don't turn into stone, but into ice. Golden ice. It is said that when you touch the ice with your thumb it will thaw, but the victim of the curse will lay on the wet floor lifeless.  As to say you can't really escape that golden stone. It's just not beatable. 

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Chapter 2
 
          As Sterlin walked along the muddy, black bank, he thought of his beloved Cody and wished that he was able to see her at that moment. It was only 4 months away from his 16^th birthday, and he was getting a little anxious. Sterlin thought about how beautiful Cody would look in a pure white wedding gown under the blooming trees in the courtyard of his family’s house. The more that Sterlin thought about this, the more that he became depressed; for he realized that he will not be able to be wed to Cody with his father’s Blessing. He would have to do it apart from his own family, behind their backs. And there was no way they could know he would be near them.
 

In the end, Maya watched in awe as her sister walked toward each of the bodies, extracted the dagger, dropped a few drops of the oozing giquid into a thin flask, and moved on to the next.
Gabrielle did this meticulously as anything, and with a bored-out-of-my-mind expression on her face. Behind it though, Maya knew her sister was intrigued.
After that was done, Gabrielle suggested Maya start helping. So she sighed in defeat and walked up to each of the bodies.
“Gabrielle! Come see this for a second.” She called with a puzzled look on her face. “It’s writing, on the shawls.”
Gabrielle sauntered next to where her sister stood and bent down, she was then one inch from the body being examined. “Huh, what do you know, you’re right. Looks like Arabic script to me.”  It did to Maya, as well. The curly handwriting was white, which made it difficult to see in the lighter parts of the fabric.

Unpleasant Company