Author's note- IMPORTANT! Gregor the Overlander doesn't belong to me nor my friend. My friend Anna wrote this, you can find her on , her username is Alma, I believe. She wasn't able to upload it to fanfiction cause of stuff happening so she asked me. Please NO flames, read and review!
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Ch. 1 The fall
It was a fairly warm day. An indicator that school was out and that summer vacation was here.
While most children would be out playing, celebrating their break, one girl was hiding in her bathroom, working on her homework her teacher had given her for the summer. She wanted it done and out of the way.
Joining her was her younger sister, who was only a little more than three. She was having a grand time chasing after a tennis ball.
The ball rolled to the older sister. "Play! Play!" the toddler cheered. The girl picked up the tennis ball, and rolled it to the other side of the room. The toddler giggled, and crawled after it.
It wasn't as if she couldn't walk. She just preferred to crawl everywhere.
On the other hand, the older sister was so wrapped up in her work that she didn't notice the room had gone quiet. So when the ball rolled over to her foot, she was prepared to throw it again. But she stopped when her sister was nowhere in sight.
"Rosie...? Rosie?!" she called. But there was no reply.
She was about to call again, when she felt a chill.
That's odd... she thought. I thought someone turned off the AC...
There was a draft coming from the wall to her right. Which was even weirder, because there were no vents there. All that sat next to the wall was a drawer full of towels. And that's where the cold breeze was coming from.
Or, more accurately... from behind it. Is what she discovered when she ran her fingers along its side. She easily pushed it out of her way. It only held towels after all.
What was left in its place was a large hole, that was dark, and large enough for someone twice her size to fit through. And near its edge lay one of Rosie's little sandals.
The girl scooped up the sandal with one hand, and stretched her other into the darkness. It only has to be two or three feet deep, right? She reassured herself, thinking Rosie would be sitting at the bottom, playing with dirt or something, perfectly fine.
But her hopes quickly faded when her hand didn't reach ground, or Rosie's curly hair.
She reached even deeper, into what seemed like an abyss, desperately reaching for her sister.
Her arm was up to her shoulder in darkness, when the hand that was supporting her slipped under her weight, and she fell.
When she didn't land on anything soon enough, she let out an ear-shattering scream that left her lungs burning. Because once she hit the bottom, she would surely be dead at the speed she was going.
But before any of the blood splatter happened, she hit her head on a rock jutting out the side of the tunnel. And it all went black.