OK, I know I should be working on another fanfiction (considering I've only posted the intro and a very minuscule chunk of the first chapter), but this idea just came to me and I had to write it down. Then I asked a friend if I should post it and she said yes, so... here I am, posting this new Wordgirl fanfic. If you had started reading my other story, please don't be mad at me for posting this one. If you were reading my other story, I haven't given up! I will continue to post that story and this one at the same time, I hope so. So here goes, my second story. Of course, constructive criticism is very welcome and please review and enjoy. =) (A/N: This whole story is written from Tobey's point of view. And it is not TobeyxOC (they are only friends!) it is the WordgirlxTobey pairing. The more supernatural part, in the sort of heaven, is kinda Lovely Bones inspired.) PS: If my grammar and paragraphs are all off, I'm sorry.
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Chapter I: The Promise
"The day that I died, the city must have cried out in pure pleasure. Well, I wouldn't know, as soon as I'd hit contact with the cold other world, I'd blocked everything out. Yet I could still imagine my mother's surprised cry, the collective gasp of the citizens as Wordgirl stared blankly at the portal. Well in fact, I hadn't truly died, I wasn't really gone that far- my spirit had just left contact wit my body. I didn't really die, my heart hadn't stopped beating, it was really only stolen by someone else..."
My story begins on February 12, 2010. I awoke with a heavy weight in my chest. Today was the day, the day of the year I dreaded the most. Valentines Day. Well, not technically Valentines Day, but two days before. How idiotic, a genius such as myself would have totally exterminated the hideous holiday. Love? Why bother trying when the one you loved didn't even give you a second glance? Lethargically, I lurched to the restroom and commenced my daily routine. "How I loathe this day", I chanted. "How I loathe this day..." After having been changed and ready, my mother called me downstairs. "Theodore, love! Come down for school!" Ugh, school. I hadn't prepared for the onslaught of the prepubescent hormones or the joyous card transmissions. As usual, I knew I wouldn't receive anything. In a flash of memory, I remembered the only Valentines Day Id ever truly enjoyed...
Father stands in the front of the table and smiles gently. I stand in awe with mother, bright stars in our eyes. He'd made us breakfast. There, placed on the table is every single one of our favorite foods. I cant believe it, he must have woken up at 3 in the morning to do all this. He must really love us... After having had my fill, Mother grins widely and picks me up in her warm arms, just as if I were a younger child again. We all tumble together on the sofa, full and happy. I was so loved, so loving, so... happy. My parents were so in love, their eyes taking their fill of each other's smiles...
"Theodore!", Mother snapped.
"Yes Mother?" She shifted from the happy woman in my memory to the woman with tears and pain etched in her features.
"Please, don't"- she paused and took a deep breath- "Don't cause trouble."
I knew this would be made in vain, I wouldn't stop causing trouble, especially when today was guaranteed to be bad. Why was I so angry? Why did I feel the need to destroy everything? Anger and bitterness towards myself streamed into my fists and I started shaking. A soft touch on my shoulder reminded me I wasn't alone in my room.
My mother's pleading look made my stomach churn. "Please?"
I promised an empty promise. "Very well Mother, I promise I won't cause trouble."
