Rough draft of one of the first chapters of Legacy.

Peter walked the halls with a certain spring to his step the next morning. His usual worries seemed nearly laughable on a day like this. Whom shall he fear? Wasn't he Peter Caspund, the most courageous 13 year old this school has ever seen?
Daigy glowered at him as he passed her. Peter then remembered he still failed to apologize for last weeks actions. She narrowed her eyes even further when he gave her a second glance. Seriously, accidentally balding her cat isn't that big of a deal, but still, an apology would have been the gentlemanly thing to do.
Peters shoulders slumped a little as he decided to turn around and attempt a proper apology. Surprisingly, Daigy's face no longer showed signs of anger. Her eyes were wide and her mouth dropped into a small o.
"Daigy? Whats the matter?" She didn't respond. Peter snapped a couple of times in her face. She barely blinked. "Very funny," he snorted, "are you intimidating Mr. Kitty?"
No response.
"Dai, whats going on?" Peter heard his voice go up an octave on the last word. There was no trace of humor left in his tone.
He heard her fall before he saw it. An ugly Thump! sounded as her head hit into the lockers behind her.
"DAIGY!" Peter screamed. Where are all the students? He thought frantically. They were here a second ago, weren't they? Daigy's eyes were now closed and she barely stirred. "HELP! ANYONE? HELP!" He knelt down, no longer concerned about his new suit, and lightly slapped her face. "Oh, come on, Dai! Wake up!"
Pulse. Where do I check for a pulse? Adrenaline pumped through his veins and a chill ran up his spine. At that moment he heard a whisper from just barely around the corridor.
"Thats the peter boy, is it not?" It hissed. Peter whipped his head around. Fear suddenly quickened his own pulse. The voice did not sound like it came from a friend. Peter opened his mouth to ask if anyone is there, but words failed him. He swallowed hard and tried again.
"Hello? Is anyone there? My friend is hurt."
No reply.
Peter thought he could hear his heart beating louder. He turned back to Daigy. He pressed his fingers against her neck. There was a steady beat.
She was alive.
The voice whispered again. "Take him, too? But wh-wh-why?" Peter froze. Could this really be happening? It continued to speak, "The master says to take him as well. But whyyyy? Don't whine. Master doesn't like whines. Ohhh... hes awake though!" The voice sounded nervous and raspy. It continued to mumble things Peter couldn't understand.
Peter stood up.
"Who is there?!" He said loudly. He sounded braver than he felt.
The voice replied this time. "Ohh... he speaks to me! But how does he hear it? Can he hear me now? Shhhh... don't talk anymore, master won't like that."
"I can hear you!" Peter called. He was beginning to feel braver. Suddenly he was walking briskly around the corner to the other corridor. His curiosity and adrenaline pushing him further than he would normally go.
It was empty.
CRASH!
Peter jumped at the noise from behind him. A broken pot and soil was now rearranging itself as if an invisible finger were writing in the fallen soil.
Peter's eyes widened. Someone was spelling words to him.
It read:
"FLEA YU NASTY BOY! OR SHE DYES!"
Peters knees weakened. Is this some sort of trick? Oh NO!
"DAIGY!" He whipped back around the corner to where Daigy was.
All that was there was her book bag.

Switchfoot Anticipation

alright. you ready for a CRAAAZYYY story?
Two Wednesdays ago me and my friend Alex were piling up the Bibles that people borrow if they didn't bring one. There were two Bibles in the sound booth. I didn't know if they were ours or if it actually belonged to someone. Alex suggested I see if their is a name in it. I open it and it says Presented to Jonathan Mark Foreman By Mom and Dad on October 22, 1996, Twentieth Birthday. I laughed and said that its the lead singer of Switchfoots name and we joked around saying what if its actually his? (But not taking it too seriously) I go home and I look up his birthday.... October 22, 1976. I, of course, flip out. The next Sunday at church I tell everyone and everybody freaks out with me and wants to see it and stuff. "Dude! We have Jon Foremans Bible!" Was the common phrase. Then Wednesday(the 17th) rolls around. Jono (my youth pastor) was telling us some announcements, then he gets around to saying something along the lines of, "heyyy we had something interesting happen. Who knows the band Switchfoot?(insert applause and woooooos) Well we had someone find the lead singer, Jon Foremans, Bible last week. Carrie(one of our leaders) knows someone who is in the Christian Productions and he knows someone who knows Jon Foreman. They contacted him and asked if he wanted it back. He said yes and he wants the person that found it to hand deliver it back to him! She gets free tickets to the Switchfoot concert in two Fridays and backstage passes to meet Jon Foreman." At this point I'm frozen in my seat thinking He CAN'T be serious... waiiit THATS MEEE! All my friends and everyone who knew were staring at me. and Jono says "Cece!!" and I get up in complete shock and walk up to the front (dragging Alex with me) where Jono was and just kind of stand there flabbergasted and say "Are you seeriouss??" and Jonos like "I'm dead serious."

I'M MEETING JON FOREMAN!! ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!


Now its the 23rd of September and I am so stoked! I still don't believe it. It totally sounded like something Jono would make up(one of his wise tales). As he kept describing the situation further and I was waiting for the "no, I'm just kidding." It never came.

I feel like I'm daydreaming when I think about what I am going to do in a couple nights.
I keep reminding myself to give it all to the Lord. This is such a sweet sweet gift.


I love you, Lord.
I love you, Switchfoot.


Love Sincerely,
Cecelia "Itch-foot" Melody