The Other Side

Summary
coming soon (•v•")

Foreword
"Don't jump in a dumpster."
 * ~ the wise words of the creators of The Other Side.

The Other Side was a true adventure for me to write; not only did I have to share the work with two other human beings; wonderful people, friends, and fellow writers, but the chapters had to be somewhat consistent and our writing styles didn't exactly match (as you may be able to tell, heh!) It actually took months for The Other Side to get going, but once it did, there's no turning back!

I would like to thank my co-authors, Potato and Hunter, for both the effort and the permission to upload this to FANDOM. If not for them, you would not be reading this right now. Thank you both so much <3

Anyways, without further ado, let's start on this collaborative story! I hope you enjoy <3


 * ~ Epi

(P.S. The chapters alternate in a "Mabelle, Lyra, Eddie" order, with the first chapter being Mabelle and the epilogue being Eddie!)

Mabelle Williams
Desolating droplets of crystal rain prodded at Mabelle William's half-open purple-tinted bedroom window.

Lengthy gusts of churning breeze battered at her curtains as the room began to feel heavy. Her pale peach eyelids fell swiftly over her fatigued green eyes; leaving her warm and safe in her blankets, in a slumber.

(WIP)

Lyra Pines
Lyra Pines absolutely loved hosting parties. Especially the wild kind.

Unfortunately, she wasn't very good at it.

Or, at least, no-one really liked them. They were either too wild, or even more.. wild-er. That, or Lyra just came off as vain and desperate - which, to be fair, she was.

Imagain, a thirteen year-old girl who hasn't even hosted a proper party yet! Perhaps other people wouldn't mind, but in Lyra's world, that was completely unacceptable.

So here she was now; standing in front of her wide-open front door, watching the last of the dispersing partygoers. Yet another failed party attempt under her belt.

"Yeah, go on!" she raged. "Leave it! Forget it! This was going to be the most awesome party your lifetime'll ever see! Sure! Turn your backs on it! Goodbye! See you! Never!"

Lyra slammed the door and sighed to herself. No-one ever seemed to like anything she did, whether they pretended to or not.

"I wish some people would just appreciate the art of hosting parties for once," she said half-sarcastically to herself, sweeping up some broken pieces of glass from who-knows-where. Sarcasm wasn't ever really Lyra's thing, but this situation just called for it.

She grabbed a black garbage bag from the kitchen and carefully placed the glass shards in it. She started for the back door, where her dog Chassé was waiting.

"Woof!" Chassé leapt up and wagged her tail hopefully.

"Sorry," Lyra apologized, patting the border collie mix on her furry head. "We're not going on a walk."

Chassé whined as Lyra headed out towards the dumpsters, dragging along the black garbage bag on the dewy grass.

If only there was a way to get the respect she wanted.

Eddie Newman
Eddie Newman lived in a small house on Witcham Street with his mother and a twin sister named Masami.

He was a rather tall, skinny teenager. He had a slightly squashed face, kind of like a pug. He didn't know many people. All of his friends were family.

Masami looked very similar to him. She was taller by a few inches, but that wasn’t enough to notice.

Unlike Eddie, who was always trying to top his latest stunt with something even more dangerous, Masami didn’t like pushing the limits or her strengths. She was fine with staying inside her comfort zone.

It was October 11th, a school day. Eddie was in history class, pretending to listen to the teacher droning on about some unimportant event in history.

Eddie's paper was filled with nothing but random doodles of video game characters. For the past half an hour, he had completely shut out Mr. Bepson's voice.

History was always his least favourite subject. Just writing down pages worth of useless notes on things that are not important in any way, shape, or form.

Eddie was busy thinking of how he could run into some trouble. For his whole life, he had never had any problems with anything. Everything was too perfect.

Something was bound to happen at some point in time. He just had to wait patiently.

It might take a while. But he could wait.

Little did he know, he was about to experience more trouble than he could've ever wanted.

Chapter 1 - Two Kids Sit On a Bench
(WIP)