Guardian of the Warriors

by Hibiscus Rose Moon

Sage Hunter's life is truly hard. She's bullied, hurt, and plain abused of her feelings. She's thinks there is nothing special about her,until she comes across a necklace that grants her the power to go into her favorite book. Sage goes through quite an adventure and in the end,she might find out she's the most special of all. (I don't own Warrior Cats, Rated T b'cuz it's Warriors)

1. Crashing Down

I don't own Warrior cats. If I did, there would be a WeHeartHollyleafClan.

Crashing Down

I didn't like myself. Mostly because I believed what those girls said. Also because my parents fought. They didn't before I was born, but now they do. So it must be my fault. My twin sister Zinnia may have looked like me, but she wasn't like me at all. In fact, she hates me. That's why she asked for her own room. And guess what? She got it. She decorated it with bright colors and vibrant patterns that just screamed "Happiness", so it was the exact opposite of what I felt when she moved out. Do you like stacking dominoes? I did too. Well, until my life turned into a game of dominoes. One after the other, those dominoes formed a long line. One domino for everything that went wrong in my life. Then at last, that one day, January 14, 2012, was the last domino that didn't stand up right, and it came crashing down into the others, just how all my problems came crashing down onto me.

"The rest of your things are in the kitchen." My mother said as she dismissed my father. I didn't understand what was going on. I knocked on my sister's door. It had a wreath of these bright orange flowers hanging on it. The door creaked open, and Zinnia rolled her eyes when she saw me.

"Can't you just leave me alone, twerp? What do you want?" She said snarkily. She was oblivious the hurt in my eyes, or if she did, she ignored it. That reminded me of the times when Zinnia and I used to be best friends. She always used to know if I was sad back then. She'd cheer me up, then we'd go do everything together. We'd go down the slide together, have tea parties together, eat peanut butter right out of the jar while laying on the rug...

"I said, what do you want?" Zinnia repeated. I was snapped back to the present at the sound of her voice.

"Why is dad packing his things?" I asked. He had been packing since the last week, but they didn't talk to each other anymore, and they didn't talk to us anymore.

"Because they're getting a divorce idiot! Haven't you heard the way they argue? What, do you think dad's just going on vacation? You seriously wasted all my time for some dumb question because you are just too immature to understand the way life works? Give me a break!" With that she slammed the door closed, leaving me to crumble under the spiral of problems that came crashing down.