part one of chapter one: eris-

The forest invited us in. Trees of wide diversity waved to us while being persuaded by the short but strong breezes.“Race all of you to the fort! Last one there is a smelly Troll,” yelled Logan. He darted away quickly with his dark red plaid shirt willowing in the wind. Everyone but me rushed after him attempting to pass. I waited until I couldn't see them anymore, then teleported to the fort. The fort is a treehouse we built when we were eight, we slowly added to it till it was like another home to us.
I waited for the slow-pokes. As I did I gathered the papers that littered the floor, Hunter was studying the last time we were here and left a huge mess. As the group neared closer I became invisible and walked out. James huffed catching his breath. For once, he was not last, so he was given the honor of dubbing Connor as the smelly troll. Then I came up behind Connor and yelled “Boo!”. His scream echoed in the dense forests. Everyone laughed out very loud except for Connor.
“Eris that was not funny!” His tone was aggressive and hard. But I still dared to speak. “But you screamed like a little girl and you should have seen your face. It was absolutely hilarious.“ He crossed his arms and climbed up into the treehouse. We all sat down with the exception of James. “
I've gathered you all here today to discuss a very important situation that would be beneficial to everyone. My father will now be working at a school for monsters. And his spot grants him the ability to send children like us to this school. He wants all of us to enter. All that is needed is some signatures on this paper.” James passed out a red piece of paper and a pamphlet to each of us.
“Nightingale Academy? That sounds pretty cool. What's his position?” Asked Aaron. James through his hands up to his shoulders and shrugged and sat down on the sofa. “You don't know what your dad's new job is going to be? Why didn't he tell you?” Aaron asked. James seemed annoyed, and choose to ignore Aaron's continuous questions. “Who wants to play some Mario Karty?” Hunter suggested, trying to lighten the mood. Logan, Connor, and James accepted the challenge. Aaron, still a little hurt by James’s refusal to answer him, went to the corner and sat down with a nice reptile-men vs mankind book. I don't know why he loves those so much.
I went outside and sat beneath a large oak right beside the treehouse. A swift breeze lifted my brown hair so it flowed around me. I grabbed the darts I keep under a rock and made a target in a nearby tree with my knife. The red fluffs at the end of each dart made the center of my target disappear. Eventually, tired of the game, I grabbed up the darts and put them back under the rock. Then I started towards the treehouse when...
Crack!
Deer never dared to break even dirt, wolves never howled in this territory, rabbits stayed in their tunnels, fearful of both us and the wolves out there. That left very few options, and only one made sense. I was being watched.
I reached for my pocket knife, but then it hit me like a bullet. Someone came up behind me. They covered my mouth. With their other hand, They yanked my knife out of my hand and tossed it aside, grabbing my hands and pinning them to my back. As I struggled, the person held on harder. DockTape covered my mouth and tied my hands behind my back. Some sort of black hood was put over my face. Then I felt myself being dragged. I was...