Here I am just minding my own business about to go to bed when a great idea for a story comes to me. Then all at once a bunch of different ideas for it rush into my head. Eventually after a couple notebook pages full of ideas later, I deicide it would make a great fanfic. Note- this is not a real chapter in my story, just an experiment.
Save them.
A voice… in my head… when I'm not the one thinking? I must be getting crazy with graduation anxiety.
You're not crazy, save them.
Then it finally hit me. I remembered a time long ago, back when we had to fight for our lives every day. A voice was always there to halfway guide me through my troubles. Voice, long time no see. You're still having that"depriving me of vital information" problem.
Save them.
Then it was quite, in every place but my own thoughts. Who am I supposed to save, and why is this important enough for the voice to come back after four years? I decide to look around to see if I can spot any clues, but the street is completely empty.
What was supposed to be a surprise breakfast for the rest of the "flock" in celebration of tomorrow being the last day of school and the older kids graduating turned into an important decision time for my next move, whether or not to tell everyone else. It was not a hard decision to make.
If you don't save them, they will die.
OK, decision changed. But this only left my head jumbled with more thoughts. Thoughts on how to bring this kind of sensitive subject up with everyone else. Thoughts on what's happening to them. Thoughts on how to save them. Thoughts on who the freak "them" was anyway. But at least I now knew my next move; getting out my cell phone while heading back to the two dorms. Time for the first emergency meeting since the accident two years ago.
The first "real chapter" will come after I get important information from the last book, which I do not have available to me at the moment (blaww), and after I get at least five positive reviews.