In the Wrong Era

Ch1-A Novel Idea

It's ironic how a novelist doesn't get any R&R. School was a challenge now, and I usually fell asleep in class.

"Miss Janeway, we would like your answer, if you're not in dreamland." Mr. Smith, the U.S. Civics teacher, spoke in a very dry voice that broke the spell. "This is not a Starfleet ship, and this is not your novel. "Usually the teachers would give me a break (I am only 17!), but Mr. Smith had no appreciation of my talent. He hated my novels.

The class was silent.

"What was the question?"

He held out a detention slip.  "The question was, 'Do you want a detention slip?'"

I groaned, and the bell rang. Detention again. I hated 2003! Detentions, school, and horrible food… it gave me no rest. I totally wished that I was in Voyager than this torture parlor.

"Hey, Kathryn, wait up!"

I walked faster. I didn't want to see anybody now, but I stopped anyway. It was Lauren, my best friend. "What?" I yelled rather loudly.

"Look, maybe you should go home. Mr. Smith was hard on you today." She smiled. "After P.E, that is."

"Maybe not. I already have the largest amount of absences." I walked with her.  "How's the novel?"

"Still flattering! Voyager seems a nice place to be. Anyway, I wondered why you named the captain after you. Maybe you're the captain in the wrong era. Or her daughter."

I stood there. "Probably not. I seriously didn't know why. That's why they have that disclaimer at the beginning. Anyway, I have to go."  When I turned around, I promptly bumped into the soccer coach.

"There you are, Kathryn. The soccer team is waiting for you. We have practice today for the game." Coach Paris smiled. "We're counting on you."

I groaned. Soccer practice in place of P.E, yea. I walked to my locker and got out my cleats and my uniform and walked to the field, shivering in my shorts.

"Hey, there's Miss Hotshot!" I groaned. The last time Shannon played, she gave me a large bruise on my legs. She thought I was the other team and tackled me, but I knew that she did it so she could have the fame. I sat on the sidelines in my cleats and put my head on my hands, smoothing out my blond hair. What Lauren said might be true. I don't look like my parents at all, and I didn't have the same traits as them.

"Kathryn, come on!" The coach came to me. "Any thing wrong?"

"No, but please watch Shannon. The last time she gave me a bruise across my legs."

"That was a total accident. Now come on, the team is counting on you."

I walked into the field. "The last time I heard those words, I had a headache." I passed the ball, and ran off to the middle of the field.

And that was the last thing I did. Shannon kicked a rock at my head. My knees buckled, and I fell, blacking out, the last thought being what Lauren said to me.

Okay, this is Part one of my story. Let the reviews come in!!!