Hey, everyone! I'm SimetratheHunter, but just call me Simetra! I used to be an active writer on Fanfiction, but then, my friend accidentally deleted all of my story files so I haven't been active lately. For all those who read my previous stories, I'm sorry! I can't continue them.
For those who don't care and just want to get on with this story, BE PATIENT! Also, this is a slightly *greatly* different kind of Self Insert.
Allen: Riiiiiiiight! And I'm the most wonderful person in the world! Note my sarcasm.
Simetra: Why?
Allen: Because I am awesome!
Simetra: *sigh* Since you're already here, do the disclaimer.
Allen: But there's nothing to disclaim in this chapter. No one's gone to Ylisse yet.
Simetra: Oh yeah...In that case, GET OUT!
Allen: Yikes! Calm down, Woman!
Simetra: Enjoy the story. Oh and see if you can figure out what line in the story is a reference to a anime show. Enjoy!
Prologue 1: Wings of Fate
The sun is glistening brightly on the water of the Potomac River as throngs of people move to and fro on either side of its banks. It's the summer of 2018, more specifically, Independence Day. Americans all over the country are decked out in their red, white, and blue, carrying mini flags and buying fireworks by the dozen. Among the mobs of people are ten individuals; individuals whose lives will be forever changed that fateful summer day.
Let's go meet one of them, a 5' (152.4 cm) tall, 19 year old girl. Sticking out like a sore thumb among the fairer, taller Americans, she makes her way through the crowds humming to herself as earbuds peek shyly out from behind long black strands of hair. Easily weaving her way towards an ice cream parlor, she skillfully slips into the shop unnoticed. She stands on her tip toes, looking for a certain someone before a voice calls out her name.
"Rowen over here!"
The black haired girl snaps her head in the direction of a tall, athletic brunette who's waving excitedly in her direction, catching several stares. Sighing softly, Rowen quietly makes her way over to her best friend of 14 years.
"What are you doing?" she asks, arching an eyebrow.
"Getting your attention, duh." the brunette replies with a cheeky smile, her short hair framing her face nicely. "So how did your visit go?"
"It was amazing!" Rowen replies, a wide smile stretching across her face. "You should've seen the facilities there! It had everything I could ever imagine, and there's a high chance that they'll give me a
full scholarship! All I have to pay for are dorms, food, gas, and stuff like that! Tuition and books are completely taken care of!"
The brunette grins at her exuberant friend who stops her monologue to ask the brunette the same question. The brunette nods and grins widely once more. "FBI Academy was stunning to be in, and I can't wait until I finish my law courses and begin attending there."
"I'm guessing that the full scholarship opportunity worked out for you, huh Fay?" Rowen asks as she props her head on her hands, dark brown, nearly black, eyes drilling into Fay's very soul.
"Yep!" Fay replies, completely unfazed by Rowen's unnerving stare, but that's what 14 years of friendship can do. "Congrats again on getting into John Hopkins Med. School by the way."
"I'm not in yet," Rowen sighs, leaning back in her chair. She hardly ever sits still. "I've still got a ways to go."
"Well-is that who I think it is?" Fay asks abruptly. Rowen turns her head to the door just as a tall, tanned, brown haired boy walks in. She blinks slowly and smiles before raising her hand in greeting.
"Hey Matt!" The said boy turns his head towards then and nods in there direction. After some beckoning, he walks over to their table.
"What are you doing here?" asks Fay confused. "I thought you and your family were headed to Peru this summer."
"Yeah, well, there's been a change of plans." Matt replies, his deep voice rumbling slightly as his clears his throat. "Senator Kelly asked for my help a few days back so I decided to help him out for a week before joining my family in Peru."
"Well, it makes sense." Rowen interjects. "I would want to be in the US for Independence Day anyways." "That's true." Matt consented, sitting as the round table as well.
"Well, I'm hungry. Does anyone want a snack?" Fay asks, standing up to get in line.
"No, I'm fine." Rowen replies.
"I just ate, actually." answers Matt.
Fay just shrugs and walks off, purse in hand. Rowen glances out the window of the store to see a face peering back at her though the glass. "Gah!" she shouts, stumbling backwards as the ginger on the other side of the glass laughs loudly. Matt chuckles from his seat at the table. Regaining her composure, Rowen motions for the red-head to come into the store. Rolling his blue eyes, he complies.
"What was that, Adrian?" Rowen growls out as said boy sits down at the last remaining seat of the table, besides Fay's.
"It was funay! Besides, I havnae seen ye in, what, three months?" replies the Scotsman with a wicked grin.
"You still have your accent after 7 years in the US?" asks Matt incredulously.
"Ah course! It's nae like I'm onie less ah Scotsman efter livin' here fur 7 years." he replies with a careless shrug as Fay returns with a chocolate ice cream cone with Rocky Road ice cream.
"You multiplied." she sais dumbly, sitting down in her seat.
"Ha! Ye can say 'at, Lassie!" Adrian replies laughing. "But serioosly, what are ye doin' here? I came here tae visit the White House an' Congress."
The three others explain their reasons for being in D.C. during Independence Day, and somehow they find themselves walking along the Potomac River later that evening.
"Hey, Allen, Robin!" Adrian shouts, waving his hand over his head. Two heads pop up as the quartet makes their way over to the two lanky young adults. "Look what I found."
"Rude," Rowen says simply, hitting Adrian on the shoulder since she couldn't reach the boy's head.
"Greetings," replies Allen in one of his many strange voices, his trademaker grin plastered on his face.
"Salutations," Robin adds, adjusting his square glasses slightly, his platinum blond hair flashing slightly.
"Are the others here yet?" asks Adrian, sitting down next to them at one of the large tables set up by the riverside.
"Others?" Matt asks, narrowing his eyes.
"Hey guys!" a voice calls out. The group turns there heads as a black haired girl makes her way over to them with a wavy haired brunette in tow. The first is impeccably dressed so that even in a loose shirt and jeans she looked good, but that's what fashion designers do: look good in everything. The second girl has her hair tied back in a low ponytail as she clutches what seems to be a script in one arm and a portable camera in the other.
"Joy! Phoebe!" Fay squeals, hugging them both tightly. Rowen just silently joins the group hug while the guys look on with amused or strange looks.
"Say something, and I'll kill you in your sleep, Allen." Rowen says, breaking from the hug while reading the snarky boy's mind.
"I wasn't going to say anything!" he says sarcastically, his grin ever present. "Right," all the girls reply in unison, skeptical looks adorning all of their faces.
"So is everyone here?" asks Joy, sitting at the other large table while gracefuly crossing her ankles neatly. Phoebe sets down her notebook and starts fiddling with her camera as the girls migrated away from the boys.
"Fine, be that way." Allen says with a dramatic gesture.
"Kay," Rowen replies carelessly before sitting down with the other girls.
"Well, that failed." Matt snickers under his breath.
"Ye sure got bloon off, Laddie." Adrian comments with a grin of his own.
"Shut up! And don't call me Laddie!" Allen whines childishly, pulling out his computer and turning it on.
"Why did you bring your computer when we're all going to watch fireworks?" asks Matt confused, an incredulous smirk on his lips.
"Because I have no life outside my programs and history books." Allen replies with a smile and shrug.
"Don't say that, Allen. I'm sure you've got a life, albeit, not much of one, but one none the less." Robin chips in, unknowingly insulting the friend he's trying to comfort.
"Thanks Robin. Thanks!" Allen replies sighing.
"We made it!" a voice shouts as two figures rush up to the tables, huffing and puffing.
"Where have you been?" asks Phoebe quietly, surprising some of her friends with her sudden question. She rarely ever talks.
"I was helping the drama camp out with their web site that crashed when I lost the paper that said where to find you." Mikey replies, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, his very tall, lanky figure lined in the setting sun.
"So we ended up running around all over D.C. trying to find you!" Kathy adds in annoyance, trying to catch her breath while brushes her short, brown curls from her face.
"Why didn't you call?" asks Matt.
"My phone died." Kathy says.
"Um, I lost my phone." Mikey replies with a nervous chuckle.
"WHAT?" asks all of his friends except Kathy.
"Surprise?" he says hesitantly as the others give him various looks: deadpan, annoyed, resigned, and amused.
"Anyways, the sun's about to go down so we should move closer to-"
There's a flash, and the ten friends disappear before Rowen could finish her sentence. All that's left is a script and a camera with a blurred photograph.
Finished! I'm sorry if this chapter was boring, but I'll get the yet chapter up really quick. Oh, and is Adrian understandable? He's supposed to have a VERY thick Scottish accent. For all you Scots out there, I apologize in advance for butchering your dialect. *bows* Gomen!
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