Stars P.O.V.*

Our story begins with a teenage girl walking home from school. Not very exciting, but it'll have to do.

Oh, the girl is me, by the way. Probably should have said that. Anyway, so I get home and throw my backpack on the ugly, floral patterned couch. The house is a mess, anyway. One I'm gonna have to clean up.

"I'm home in one piece," I shout.

" 'Kay," is the only reply I get.

This isn't unusual. I'm an only child of parents who have almost mastered the art of child neglect. The only reason they talk to me is to tell me to do something or remind me I can't leave the house alone unless I'm walking to/from school. Sounds fun, right?

Well, it's not that bad. I prefer to be alone anyway. Just me and my thoughts.

I go upstairs to my room, if you can even call it that. I have a futon for a bed and a lamp that is my light. I turn on the lamp and look at my posters I've collected over the years(we haven't moved since I was born). It ranges widely from movies to video games and even some book series I like.

I sit on my bed and take out my notebook. The last time I wrote in it, the main character, Mallie, was going to sacrifice herself so her friends could escape the evil demon's clutches. What I wrote follows:

" "Mallie!" Shae screamed, "You can't do this!"

Mallie looked back and smirked. "I can do whatever I want. I'm an adult."

Shae smirked back. "Well with that sassy attitude you better watch it!"

Bryan broke into the conversation "Guys! Evil monster, remember?"

The demon spoke in its twisted voice. "Just because I let this happen doesn't mean I stopped existing!"

Mallie looked back at the demon. "Sorry."

"Mallie," Bryan spoke again, putting his hand on her shoulder, "we can beat him together. And there is no 'me' in 'together'."

Mallie looked at her friend and smiled. "Alright. Together."

Her friends pulled out their weapons. Then, Bryan with twin pistols, Shae with her crossbow, and I with my throwing knives, charged towards our foe. We fired and- "

"Star! Get down here this instant!" my mom yells.

I roll my eyes, but go downstairs calmly. I see mom in her black, skin tight cocktail dress. How could I forget? Date night is every Monday night.

"Yes, Mother?" I ask politely.

"Your father and I are going out tonight, and when we get home, this place will be spotless, understand?"

"Yes."

See? Told you I'd have to clean the house.

"Good. Now start in your bedroom. Our friends are picking us up and they don't know you exist. I would like to keep it that way. Now, run along."

I run back upstairs. I sit on my bed and go to grab- oh no.

My notebook! I've been working on that story for months! I look around until I notice my dad leaning against my door frame in his suit he wore every date night. This was gonna be fun.

"Looking for this?" he sarcastically asks, holding up the book.

I simply nodded. I didn't want to give away too much on how much it meant to me.

"Wow. You must really like it, considering how desperately you looked for it. I'll tell you what, you can have it back when I finish reading through it, but only if your chores get done."

I started flipping out inside, but tried to display little emotion. "Okay," is all I said before he left.

This actually wasn't that uncommon. I usually snuck into my parents room when they were gone to continue my stories he took.

Not much later, they left and I started cleaning. Once the house was spotless, I lay in my bed and fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning and get ready as usual. I head towards school around 6:45 am in my signature hoodie, t-shirt, and leggings. My parents are under the illusion we live close to school, but we live across town. I just walk in silence, listening to music.

All of a sudden, my headphones are pulled off my head. I turn to see Ivy Castor and her two friends, the most popular and powerful students in school. If you got on their bad side, like me, you are screwed until graduation.

"Hey, goth, guess what?" she says in her snotty, high pitch voice that could make you deaf after one of her fifteen-minute fashion tangents.

I say nothing. Then, she kicks my shin hard, causing me to fall to the ground.

"If you were half as smart as a Dodo bird, you would stay down there and die," she insults as she kicks me in the stomach.

She walks off, laughing at me with her friends.

I get up after a few minutes and go the few blocks to school. I walk to my locker and hear the bell ring. I just get my stuff and walk to class.

Ms. Streng looks up at me as I walk in. "Late again, Star?"

"Sorry. Woke up late." I lie, since Ivy is in this class with me.

"Another detention. Sit down and listen."

I sit down. I could already tell this is going to be one of those days.

Once school ends, I skip detention, not in the mood for another scold. I decide to, instead of go home, sit at the nearby pond to relax a bit. Besides, Ivy would be on my route home, waiting to torment me. I just sit by the water and listen to some more music to escape the reality I knew all too well. The pond was peaceful, with an old bed across from where I sat. Legend says if you go into the hole underneath it, you won't come out alive.

Right before I put on my headphones, I hear a voice behind me.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the star that never shines."

It's Ivy. I turn to see her standing with her friends and a couple of the football guys. What is she planning?

She snaps her fingers and the football players come at me. I run away, but they eventually get a hold of me and bring me back to Ivy.

"I have you wrapped around my finger." Ivy brags. "Hmm, where to throw garbage like you…?"

She gazes off. "Aha! Boys, go to that broken bed over there."

I start to resist, trying to escape their grasps, but it's no use. They hold me over the bed. Ivy breaks a board to make a hole I can fit through. She smirks.

"Drop her."

Author's Notes:

I know it's a lot for a first chapter ever, but I recently made this Rise of the Guardians OC and thought it might be fun to share. Her name is Star. I would rather you find out her personality through the writing, but let me know if you can't catch on. Also, yes, I'm one of those authors who love cliffhangers. Anyway, let me know what you think!

-Osea