Hoodied Goddess

III

Small beacons of light had escaped through my blinds and had now landed on parts of my face and body. As I tried to stand up from my bed it had dawned to me that I couldn't.

Four pairs of arms were messily wrapped around my body, completely restricting my attempts to move.

And my culprits were no other than my four animal onesied bestfriends. I tried to wriggle my way out of their grasps, and after a few failed attempts, I had finally got out.

I checked the time through my phone and it was now 5:00 and school starts at seven. So quickly yet roughly I woke them up. Tiffanie was the hardest to wake, because she nearly kicked my waist when I tried to wake her up.

I swear this girl may seem like a total girly girl, but man does she know how to put up a fight. When I had woken them all up, including the grumbling half-conscious Tiffanie. I told them to head to the shower stalls at the bottom floor.

They complied and instantly they were gone, I took a quick shower before changing into my oversized black hoodie and pair of black jeans. While brushing my really long hair I slipped on a pair of black vanns and my black fingerless gloves.

Snapping my fingers I quickly teleported into the kitchen to make breakfast for everybody. I, again made my duplicates but this time I only made five, I was going to make pancakes, fluffy eggs, bacon, french toast, and muffins.

I still had an hour and a half before going to school so I made each of us lunch, which mainly composed of carbonara, stir fry meats and veggies, and veggie mash (baked veggies that were mashed, with a bit of seasonings and spices).

After a few minutes the girls came down dressed in the clothes I let them borrow. And falling a bit behind them were all my brothers. They all sat down and munched on their food in a comfortable silence.

Having eaten before them, I teleported back to my room to recheck my bag and other needed supplies. But not before I told them their specific lunch boxes.

I carry around atleast a few small knives, and a retractable katana. But to make things clear I disguise them to look like simple school materials.

After I was content with my bag, I tied my hair into two french twin braids. Taking the ends, I nimbly twist them together then tied it to the base. And to finish off the look, I wore my hood up which covered the upper portion if my face.

Specifically above my lips, that was also covered by a black mask, that reached from my collar bones to my nose.

Now you maybe wondering if I'm okay, don't worry I can see through objects, its one of

my abilities. One of the few that I can control actually.

When I came back to the kitchen, I saw Trip, Tristan, and Trever sprawled on the floor with faint bruises on their faces. And infront of them was a very dangerously provoked Jazz, looking down on them.

"So what is it about today?" I question Jazz as if it were a normal predicament of seeing my brothers beaten up by the red head. "They f*****g said that I look like a strawberry." she huffed looking away, her eyes cold and lifeless.

When her words were fully absorbed, a sudden laughter tried to crawl out of my mouth, which I had tried to stop. But then again seeing her face red due to her anger, and just because of a bit of teasing.

I couldn't hold back anymore, and so I let myself laugh till the point of my stomach hurting.

Once my laughing had seized, I got a good thunk in the head by Jazz. Who begrudgingly left the room, her face tinted with a bright red blush seemingly matching her own hair. Well she really does resemble a strawberry.

When we had all gathered inside the living room. I, the girls, Kyle, Tristan, Trip, Trever, Oscar, Cody and Vlake hopped into the limo.

Zach, who is assigned to take us to school today, hopped into the drivers seat then sped fast, not wanting to be late for whatever meetings he has in store for today.

The whole trip was silent, we either tinkered with our phones, read a book, or slept. It was a bit shocking, when I found out Kyle was also attending my school. And that Trip, Trever, Tristan, Oscar, Cody, and Vlake were studying at a college infront of the school.

Well I guess it's going to be a very tiresome part of my life. I better hope they won't bring too much attention to me.

Once we reached the school parking lot, we stepped out one by one, with me being the last. And the second I stepped out of the vehicle, loud murmurs were coming from the people staring our way. Great first day of school and I'm already at their radars.

Good thing my hoodie is so long that it cover my entire hands. Because, I was clutching them to the point that I think I drew a bit of blood from the action. Feeling the cold and somewhat thick liquid seep into my fingernails. Was kind of relaxing, to be honest.

Then when their gossiping was over, to which relieved me a bit. My good for nothing idiotic brothers, just had to make a scene.

One by one they took turns in either patting my head, kissing my cheek or hugging me. All that just added a whole can of fuel to the fire. A loud uproar soon arose from the shocked looking students.

"Hey who does that b***h think she is getting affection from the Petersons. And she even has the nerve to be inside the same car as them and with the Angels too."

"Yeah, I bet she begged them to be their slave or something, what a whore."

"Yeah, totally." a particular group of girls who were wearing skimpy and revealing clothes, gossiped loudly. "Hypocrytes" I mumbled under my breath.

The guys were just about to go knock some sense into them. When I suddenly faced them and released a flood of suffacating, thick and dangerous atmosphere towards them.

They all placed their hands on their necks feeling the pain that struck them, when their lungs came in contact with the energy.

I smirked widely, my sadistic side slightly showing. I feel the my bloodlust growing more and more unbearable. The sudden need to see a desirable amount of blood shed, gnawed at my being.

But as soon as I was going to take a step forward. Kyle turned me to face him, quickly pulled my mask down just enough for my lips to show. And forcefully stuffed a large amount of gummy bears into my mouth, then pulled my mask back up immediately.

The moment the sugar coated, soft, chewy candy invaded my taste buds. It kinda felt like I was in Heaven actually. Instantly calming down, my blood lust long subsided and dispersed. I thank Kyle to which he replied with a small nod, paired with his signature crooked grins.

The college boys waved us goodbye, as they headed towards their university. And Zach gave me a pat on the head, before hopping back to the limo and sped off.

After a while we all headed inside the school premises, with a few eyes following us on the way. Kyle said that he was going to class now because unfortunately, he has History for his homeroom. Which is the one true subject that he sucks at.

The girls waited for me while I went to the principals office to get my locker key and schedule. As I open the door my mouth literally opened wide. Right infront of me, sitting on the swivel chair behind the principals desk. Was the Grand elder or his prefered name Uncle Dojuushu himself.

"What the hell is going on in here." I yelled unable to contain my utter shock in the situation. Uncle gave me a breathy laugh as a greeting and ushered me to sit on one of the chairs.

"Well as you can see Denara I am the new principal of St. Nicolas High." He stated then calmly gave me my key and schedule. "Now off you go now, dont want you to be late on the first day of school." he said and hurriedly shoved me out of the room.

I stumbled a bit, but soon regained my composture. The girls were looking at me with sympathetic looks, which gave me the conclusion that they had known about this before hand, and did not even make an initiative to tell me.

I just let an annoyed sigh out as I went to my assigned locker, while checking my schedule. I had Mathematics for first, the girls asked me my schedule and surprisingly we were all in the same classes together.

The teachers were given the data and information of my situation, so they are surely prepared of the worst, I hope so. We head down the halls towards our classroom, a few pairs of eyes were still following us, but we shrugged them off easily.

When we got to the classroom the seats were all empty, so we headed to the fartest corner in the fourth row were I had luckily got to sit next to the window. The view I got was fairly admirable, unlike the sights you could find back home. The mysterious beautiful outside the crowded city, is by far the most loveliest thing I have ever seen.

We talked about one of our missions, which was to find the fifth Chosen Spryt. And maybe the five Chosen Humans and other species.

You see in every species there are five born with a symbol in different parts of their bodies. It means that they are one of the Chosen five of their species. But they can't be fully said to be a Chosen one, if I still had not recited a welcoming incantation to each of them individually.

If one of them is seemingly not worthy of the title, I can take it away from them and find a better holder. The girls are the four chosen Spryts, we are just missing one more. And my instincts are kinda telling me that I'll find them here.

To be frank and specific the symbol is a small sunset, which represents my hair color.

This profecy and the proponets in it were made to ensure the safety of all species, from the ones who wish to reek chaos into the world. Specifically those who have been turn into pawns of the Dark Lord, my eternal nemesis.

With these powers come great responsibilities, that I must comply to them in order to save this world from destruction.

Once I have physical contact with one of the chosen ones, who I have not welcomed yet. My hair would shine brightly and their symbols would shine too.

Now back to reality people, the girls were now talking about some major fights that had happened in the past. I don't know how they could handle using their mouths for a long period of time. When I ask them that, they would always say that it is a blessing and a curse bestowed by the gods. Yeah right.

After a few more minutes the bell had finally rung, and soon the room was flooded with students. When the last one had entered the teacher came in just moments after.

He was fairly built, tall and has sunkissed skin. Judging by his scent I believe hes a Fritlock, a type of species that has the ability to heal and grow herbs using their blood and plasma.

"Okay class, as some of you may already know my name is Mr. Fields and I will be your homeroom teacher this year. Your subject with me will be Mathematics all of it, including trigonometry, algebra and calculus." He trailed off, before abruptly coughing into his clenched fists.

"I have been informed that we are having a transfer student today. Please come up front and introduce yourself Ms." He stated motioning me to stand up with his left hand. He had a small slip of paper in his unoccupied hand, which I presume has my name on it.

I reached the front and stood facing my classmates. "Stacey Peterson, 17." I say nonchalantly, wanting this introduction to end as soon

as possible. I'm not much of a social girl, that's for sure.

The said teacher kept looking at me. Waiting for anymore further words, but I kept quite. I telepathically told him that I'm anti-social, to which he gave a nod to as a reply.

"Ummm....well nice to meet you too Ms. Peterson, you can go back to your seat now." he nervously voiced out.

"Ha, as if the Peterson's would have a daughter like you." one random girl, which I recognized to be one of the girls from earlier, suddenly stood up and pointed an accusing finger right at me.

That single action that she did, was enough to yet again make my blood boil. I tried to calm myself down as to not make things more complicated. But she just had to open her big mouth.

I look at the teacher for assurance asking him telephatically to have permission in proving her wrong. To which he did giving me a small nod to conclude it.

I crossed my arms together, and threw 99 copies of my birth certificate and family photos at them. They all landed perfectly on their desks. And I rolled my sleeves up and took my fingerless gloves off as well to reveal my family tattoos. One was a single violet rose on the back of my hand. Its vine spread throughout my hand and reached my wrist.

And on the other hand was my tattoo of the Peterson Family symbol.

The people there,including that big mouthed blonde bimbo, all gasp in realization. That I am in fact a Peterson.

"Got anymore false things to say sweetheart." I smirked under my mask, even though no one could actually see it.

The blonde i***t blushed and quickly sat back down, her face as red as a ripe bell pepper. They all soon stood up excluding my girls, and bowed down in unison repeatedly apologizing to me.

"Now that, eveything is all clear now, Stacey you may now go to your seat." Mr. Fields inquired and motioned my classmates to all sit down.

Complying with his orders I go back to my seat and rummadged inside my bag. Finally retrieving a pencil and note pad.

"Kids wait a bit, as you can see we are a perfect even number of genders. Fifty girls and fifty boy so I shall be the one to assign seats. Now-" he was about to give his orders when these crappy guys started booing and those girls started whining like constipated walruses.

"Now, now settle down class you all know that there is no getting away from this. Now boys grab your bags and come up front." he said giving the still whining girls an annoyed eyeroll. Now I am positive, that him and I will get along pretty well.

All the boys complied and now us girls were ordered to sit beside an empty one. So the girls including my girls went and sat infront of each other, leaving a seat next to them.

One by one Mr. Fields assigned seatmates and now the only seat that has not been taken was beside mine. The class looked around slightly getting confused. "Huh is anybody absent or late?" Mr. Fields questioned us looking a bit worried.

He really needs to stop being such a worry wart. It doesn't really suit his appearance. But, don't judge a book by it'scover as they say.

Just then the door flew open and an auburn haired boy, with an interesting fringe resembling Free de la Hoya's hair style, came inside panting heavily.