Lucy is the second of our amazing student authors who completed novels at our 2014 Publishing Academy summer program. We’re so excited to present a very special sneak peek of her book, The Legacy, to be published at our author launch in September!
By Lucy N
The bright morning sun slowly filtered in through the blinds, and I sat up in bed, yawning and stretching. The fresh smell of cooking bacon wafted through the air, and I cringed. My foster mom still hasn’t figured out that I hate bacon, even though I’ve been living with her for almost two years. My mother died while giving birth to me, so it had just been me and my father until six years ago, when I was 10. Then, without warning, he disappeared. So, I was thrown into the foster system.
“Happy birthday, Willa!” shouted a voice beside me. I shrieked, jumping up. My friend Ace popped up from his sleeping bag next to my bed.
“Oh my God, Ace! Don’t scare me like that!” I exclaimed, throwing a pillow at his head. I had forgotten that he had decided to stay the night. Ace laughed, making fun of my reaction.
“Don’t tell me that I actually scared you,” he said. I just glared at him. Suddenly Ace turned his head toward the door, sniffing the air.
“Is that bacon?” he asked enthusiastically.
I just nodded with a sour expression on my face. Suddenly Ace looking at me with a devious grin. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him, but it was too late. He launched himself at me, hands outstretched. His hands found my sides, and he began to tickle me.
“Stop it! Stop that, Ace!” I said, attempting to slap his hands away. He attacked me more vigorously, making me giggle.
“Stop…s-stop it!” I said, gasping for breath.
“Only if you tell me that you love bacon!” Ace said with a grin.
“N-never!” I protested in between giggles. But I didn’t hold out for long. “Fine! Fine! I love bacon!” I shouted.
“Ha! Victory!” Ace cried as he stopped tickling. I maturely stuck my tongue out at him.
“Breakfast is ready!” I heard my foster mom, Shelly, shout from the kitchen. Ace leapt up, stumbling through the door and down the stairs. I rolled my eyes.
“Boys and their stomachs,” I muttered under my breath. I threw on some jeans and my favorite graphic tee, put my long, wavy red hair into my signature side braid, and slipped on my converse.
When I got downstairs, Ace had a giant plateful of bacon in front of him. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, simply grabbed the box of Cheerios from the cupboard, and poured myself a bowl.
“Rachel, wouldn’t you like some bacon?” I resisted the urge to bang my head on the table. Almost two years and she still hasn’t learned my name. I saw Ace holding back a snicker out of the corner of my eye, and I elbowed him sharply.
“No thank you. Cereal is just fine,” I said in a fake, sweet voice.
“Okay kids, I’m heading to the gym. Be safe!” Shelly said, before going out the back door.
Ding dong. The sound of the doorbell rang throughout the house. I got up, volunteering to see who was at the door.
“Willa!” exclaimed my friend Addison as I opened the door. “Happy birthday!” I grinned as Addison smothered me in a hug. “So… does it feel any different to be sixteen?”
I shrugged. “Not really. Hey, why don’t you come eat breakfast with us? Shelly made bacon.”
“Sure! I am assuming Ace is here?” Addison inquired. I nodded, and we both headed to the kitchen. When we walked in, I saw that Ace’s entire plate of bacon was almost gone. I shook my head at him.
“Hey, Addison,” he greeted with a mouthful of bacon.
“Hi, Ace,” Addison responded.
“Oh, hey, Willa, I have—” Ace began.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I reprimanded. Ace rolled his eyes, and once he finished chewing he was about to say something, but I interrupted him.
“Do you guys hear that?” I asked. There was a strange humming sound that seemed to be coming from upstairs. Both Addison and Ace cocked their heads, trying to listen.
“Yeah, I can hear that. What do you think it is?” asked Addison. I shrugged.
“You guys go ahead and check it out. I’m staying with my bacon,” Ace said.
Addison and I exchanged a look, and I led the way upstairs, following the strange humming sound. It sounded like something really big was vibrating. My heart started to pound, and I grasped Addison’s arm. The sound got louder the closer we got to my room, so I cautiously pushed my door open.
“What is it?” asked Addison.
“Shush,” I said quietly, creeping into the room with her behind me. I could see my bookcase vibrating and snatched my Swiss army knife off my nightstand, sticking it in my pocket. Addison looked at me questioningly, but I shook my head. We both walked over to the bookcase, but I couldn’t see to find the reason for the vibrating.
“Willa!” Addison said over the loud humming sound. “Look!” She pointed to a small box on the bottom of the shelf that seemed to be vibrating even more than the bookcase. I quickly knelt down and picked up the box, and the bookcase immediately stopped moving. The box continued to vibrate and hum as I fumbled with the latch on the front of it. Once I got it unlocked, I set it on the floor and threw the lid to the side. Shocked, I stared at the contents.
Addison gasped. It was the pendant that my dad had given me when I was younger. It was a gold disc about the same size as a dollar coin, on a black leather cord. The pendant had some sort of strange-looking labyrinth pattern on it. But what shocked me was that it was glowing. It was glowing a bright gold, and vibrating strongly. In a daze, I reached out and picked it up but dropped it immediately, and it fell to the ground.
“Ouch! Hot, hot, hot!” I cried, shaking my hand.
The pendant fell to the ground with a thud and began to spin. The light coming from it was becoming brighter with every second. It was spinning so quickly that I could no longer see the designs on it. I glances at Addison, and she that she was staring at it with wide eyes, her jaw hanging open. Addison looked over at me and we locked eyes.
Suddenly, just when we thought that the pendant couldn’t spin any faster and the humming couldn’t get any louder, there was a bright flash and