Hellooooo! I am currently in the middle of rewriting this, as my writing is horrible! So enjoy, as I try to wade through my own terrible writing from my first fan fiction.
I didn't ask for this, I didn't ask for ANYTHING for Christmas. I really did not NEED anything, except for maybe a chance to really do something. Well now I sound like a cream puff. Ah, might as well dunk the whole cookie. I had one last Christmas before my life flipped upside down. Literally and figuratively.
Hello, Cranberretta Applewood here. I am convinced my parents hate me. Why else would they make my name so ridiculous? My parents aren't the most morally straight people if you catch my drift. A couple of months ago I made the mistake of going down into the basement, I was just trying to find the TV remote as my dad sometimes brought the remote downstairs when we were grounded or he felt like we didn't deserve to watch TV. When I say we I mean my other six siblings. The three oldest, Kira, Liam, and Mia, already moved out and were leading their own morally destructive lives. The twins, Georgie and Gigi, were at college for deceit or whatever so there was only Whithem and I at home. I remember feeling my way down the steep stairs, when I tripped and fell into the door, the door giving way and I falling into the room.
"That is so weird." I whispered to myself, Dad usually kept it locked. After standing up and brushing my self off I started weaving my way over to the workbench tucked into the far corner of the dark basement. Years ago I had mastered seeing in the dark, something the rest of my family could only think of doing. Captured in the thoughts of my childhood I tripped over something metal and landed sideways on a container of something. The side of the plastic barrel I had landed on split open and flinging myself onto my feet I could see that the side of the barrel was marked 'Hazardous'. "Flipping Flap Jacks!" I whisper screamed, some of the hazardous junk had sprayed out and had landed on me. I tried to backtrack and get to the stairs but my reactions were delayed by my fear, causing me to back into a shelf, spilling something else all over my head. Running and slipping all the way up the stairs I ran outside into the rain, heading for the shed near the edge of the property. I never got there. Let me tell you this, if you thought getting shocked by an electical outlet was bad, getting stuck by lightning hurts a lot more. I suppose I should tell you what happens next, but this is more fun.
Hello, My name is Cranberetta Applewood and I am a Time Traveling Witch From Kalkaska.
This is a humor based fanfic so some things may be a bit OOC.
