I do not own The Underland Chronicles, Suzanne Collins does. Sorry if it sucks, I am not a professional. This can just be a oneshot or it can be a multichapter fic, depending on what you guys want.
My parents had given up on me long ago. My siblings? Gregor was working as an accountant in California, a timezone away. Maybe he'd gotten over his old girlfriend Luxa. Maybe. Lizzie was probably so occupied with her getting her major in psychology that if you asked her if there were such things as giant talking rats, she'd probably ask you if you were high. Me? When I was eight, I'd started having dreams of giant four-foot tall cockroaches. The strange thing was that the cockroaches were playing with a little girl. I think you know who.
When I'd told my parents about my dreams, they'd said that I should see a doctor to see if I had a problem. Gregor said that I was crazy, but from the way he said it,I could tell he was lying. So, I forgot all about giant roaches until recently.
It'd started as a perfectly normal day. I'd put on my baggy pants, my black shoes, and my leather jacket. I guess I was what you people called a punk. Raccoon eyes, spiky hair that I'd dyed orange, I even had black lipstick. I obviously didn't have any time for giant roaches and stuff like that.
It'd all happened in the lunch line. My high school was crowded, stinky and in disrepair. Either the people that owned the school district were cheapskates, or they couldn't afford bathroom stalls. Probably the latter. Anyway, I was at the back of the lunch line as usual. I don't know why I did what I did that day. I usually didn't mind the long lunch line, but today, I couldn't wait to get my lunch. I shoved the kid in front of me into the wall.
"Make way for the fucking Princess, goddammit!" Princess? My family was overlooked be most of the community. I didn't think much of it at the time, I mean, the popular girls called themselves things like "The Queen Bee" and other ridiculous nicknames.
I ended up getting suspended for a week for it. Every day, a kid who lived in my neighborhood would come to my apartment and give me my homework from that day. One day, when a roach landed on my windowsill while I was doing my make-up homework, I noticed that it was making clicking sounds. Strangely, I understood what it was trying to say. Without warning, I picked up the roach with my bare hands and started clicking back to it. Then, after a few exchanges with the bug, I started to cry. " I remember, Temp, I remember."
A/N: I know, I know if you think it's a piece of crap, don't be afraid to say so. Only, give some CC's as well. I really do feel strongly about this topic.