I spent a whole day doing nothing but writing this thing down on paper. Now that its night I have a computer to work with and I can type up at least the first paper. My hand hurts so that's the only reason I won't be posting up the other chapters that are already written down.

Here goes nothing.

She sat down with her small black notebook. The pen touched the paper but didn't move. With a sigh Zoey leaned back against her bed room wall. Her creativity had been sapping away over her high school years. In a month's time she would be eighteen years old and started the third quarter of school as a senior.

"Old Hag…" she said quietly to herself about her coming of age. No money for college no jobs in the area to hire her. The only two choices Zoey had been to be a bum or join the military. Personally she had her eye on the Navy Marine Core. For the past two months she had been working everyday to get herself in shape. Sit-ups, Push-ups, Pull-ups (using the tree outside), and running. Zoey had even started to do squats because she saw Zack do them a lot in Crisis Core.

Zoey rolled around to the other side of the room to her fish tank and sprinkled in some food before sitting back down on the floor. Zoey had no way out. If she didn't make it through basic training (A.K.A. boot camp) then Zoey was screwed. Her father had packed all his stuff and left a while back. Her mother could only keep the house for so long, and that was with the help from her grandparents. Zoey loved her mother and wasn't exactly willing to let her be homeless.

The small black tetra skirt fish came out of hiding and started to eat the floating flakes of food. This was what little entertainment she had. If she was to turn on the TV she would get a blue screen saying there was no signal to be found. Her games had been completed for years and she had no cash for new ones. It was useless to read her books because she knew they all practically by heart. Zoey couldn't leave her room for fear her mother would ask for the laptop.

The same laptop that wasn't currently working. When Zoey had gone out to shovel snow for fifteen minutes, coming back, the computer had blatantly stated the windows was not working any longer. Zoey hadn't a clue how to fix or even reboot it, so she just sat it on the floor and left it. It was easier to hide in her room then stress her mother out even more.

The small black tetra fish swam back behind the fake plants again. Zoey got up and walked to her door. The bottom half of it was broken in from taking damage from an attempted kick in. Zoey unlocked it and turned the handle. In her attempt to pull it open the door, the door didn't budge. She let out a small pitiful whine.

"I gotta go." Zoey stated knowing that she would have to spend an hour prying her door open like last time. Sighing, her shoulders fell, as she opened up her dresser drawl. The only clean clothes she had was her Halloween costume. Something in Zoey made her eye twitch at the sight when she realized this. On one hand she could go outside in the wintery snow in her panda pajamas or in her Halloween clothes. Zoey ended up debating with herself for awhile until her blatter reminded her of her plight. In the end she figured it was less embarrassing to go out dressed for Halloween rather than bed.

She replaced her button down pajama shirt for her Halloween one. The top half was black that seeped down into the bottom white half. Zoey personally loved the shirt for the shoulder pads. She replaced her pajama pants for white Kaki's. She left the odd skirt that she created in the drawl and put on fingerless gloves. They gloves weren't fingerless because she wanted to look cool; it was merely because the dry ice from last Halloween didn't want to let her gloves go. She put on socks and one inch heeled shoes. Zoey pulled her short brown hair back and put on the blond wing that reached her mid-back. Putting on a liquid eyeliner design under her eyes, and strapping her staff to her back, Zoey was ready to leave. Zoey had been happy that she had been able to take stuff from the junk yard to make her staff, with the help of her friend Chase. It had been nice of the cosplayers she knew to tell her how to make a staff out of craft phone but there truly was no substitute for pure hard metal.

The staff she had was basically a black PVC pipe welded to a crab claw made out of scrap metal, with a red gem attached to the bottom of the claw. The gem itself, she found during a meteor shower. After it had cooled from its crash site eight year old Zoey took it home as a treasure. As for what Chase had added to the staff, it is a mystery to Zoey.

After piling up old books, Zoey used them as stepping stones to be able to get out of her window. Pulling herself through, Zoey fell face first into a cold pile of snow. Fixing her fake hair after pulling herself up, Zoey used her staff to close her window. Not wanting to answer questions about her current get-up or why she was entering the front door, Zoey made her way across the backyards onto North Main Street. She continued to walk down the sidewalk before turning left on fifty second street. Zoey ended up in the suburbia and entered a light blue house without bothering to knock. Her friend, Chase had looked sleepily surprised as they bother entered either side of the hallway at once.

"Hey a little early isn't it?" he asked while sleepily rubbing one of his eyes.

"It's past one o'clock." Zoey stated before entering, and closing his bathroom door.

"I was talking about Halloween. He said through the door before laughing his way to the kitchen. Chase poured himself some coffee in a mug before seating himself down at the table. He closed his eyes and was nearly dozed off until Zoey ran a hand through his black messy hair.

"What kept you up all night?" Zoey asked smiling down at him.

"Thoughts of you." He replied smoothly. When he was greeted by silence he laughed and turn towards her. I was thinking about borrowing your meteor gem. I have another experiment I was to try." Zoey gave a little laugh.

"You already made my staff pressurized or whatnot and able to shoot proton magnetize waves that look a lot like the elements of nature and you want to add onto it?" Zoey asked wondering why Chase didn't just quit high school and build weapons for the military.

"It's not exactly an add on, and what you said it does to begin with is mostly wrong…" Chase trailed off before sipping his coffee. He got up and walked from the kitchen into the garage without another word. Zoey followed after him. Her eyes widened after she saw the giant circular machine.

"Your dad's gonna kill you." She stated, since it took up the entirety of the garage.

"It'll be fine." Chase smiled before pointing to the center platform. "Get up there and hold the staff up so the gem touches the top plate. Zoey crossed her arms and stared at him.

"Yeah…Right." She stated coldly.

"There's no way it can kill you. Besides it's just a particle mover. If it works then I'll give you ten percent of what it sells for.

"If it was safe you wouldn't bribe me, and much less why can't you be the test subject then?"

"If I was the test subject then who would handle the controls?" He cunningly replied before motioning to the platform again. Uncrossing her arms, Zoey helped herself up.

"Where am I supposed to end up?" She asked while raising the Staff up. Zoey never heard the answer as the machine kicked on and whizzed loudly. A blinding light erupted from her staff and Zoey found out what it felt like for a small piece of paper to be sucked up into a vacuum. Zoey had closed her eyes a long time ago.

She hadn't even noticed she was solid again until she felt her back hit the pavement. Her dizziness wasn't helped by her staff falling and hitting her in the face. Zoey stayed down for the longest of time. As still as she was it felt like she was still moving.