Ok so, I decided I wanted to see what it would be like if I were in the "Steven Universe" multiverse. Most of these things are true. So, because I already love roleplaying... Here we go. Ladies and Gentlemen, I bring you:

Tourmaline - Descendant of the Ocean Gems

Tourmaline - Descendant of the Ocean Gems

'Come on!' I say, listening to the peaceful waves by the beach. 'I'm a descendant of the ocean gems; I'm fifty per cent water, why can't I take control…' I pick up a stone from the sand, 'of. My. GEM?!' I roar at the ocean as I skip it along the water. I collapse myself so I'm curled up in a ball. I'm so pathetic. 'So many questions…' I tell myself, 'Who were my parents? What is my ability? Standing on the beach side, with the waves crashing beside me, I thought it'd be the perfect time to practice activating my gem. My friend, Lapis, told me it should be easy. Ocean gems master their gems at such a young age. But I'm eleven now and I can't do anything. I decided to just lie down on the soft, gentle sand and take a break. I breathe out and slowly close my eyes.

I wake up gasping later that evening to waves crashing onto me. I sit up, choking on the salty, sandy ocean water.

'Ugh,' I spit, 'I hate the feeling of wet sand sticking to me.' I brush myself off and begin wondering to myself. 'Will I ever get to see my weapon? I'm so close, I can feel it!' I begin walking back to the Crystal temple – reluctantly. The sun was setting anyway…

'Tourmaline! What are you doing up so late?' exclaimed Pearl. 'You know you have school!'

'Pearl, just leave the guy alone, he's obviously upset-.' Amethyst began.

'No, I'm fine, really. It's… Been a hard day…' I stammered. This always happens. As soon as I walk through the door, everyone's questioning me. I really do hope Lapis comes back soon. I make my way to the couch next to the stairs that lead to Steven's room. He was fast asleep. I could hear his light snoring from underneath the wood. I straighten my sleeping bag and collapse onto it.

'Good night, Lapis…' I whisper as I close my eyes. 'Wherever you are.'

Chapter One

Beach City Middle School!

Is that? I listened harder… No, wait… It must be...

'Tourmy… Tourmy… TOURMALINE!' Yelled Steven. 'Boy, are you a heavy sleeper! I've been calling your name for the past minute!'

'Uh yes, sorry…' I said half asleep 'I was just dreaming about… never mind…"

'I'll hear it later. Come on, you're going to miss the bus!'

'Hah hah. Very funny,' I said sarcastically, 'I'll just take Lion again.'

'Nope,' he said back. 'Lion is still resting. He won't budge. Plus, you can't keep using him like this. You know you're here until Lapis comes back, and that could be months for all we know!'

I was about to get up at him, when Pearl comes in.

'Ethan?' she calls 'Are you still here?'

I can't take it anymore.

'Never call me that name! It's Tourmaline!' I snapped. I grabbed a mini-waffle, my watch and I sprinted out the door. I sped across the beach to the bus stop and sat down, panting. I sighed,

'Great Tourmaline, prepare for another year of insanity.' and took a bite out of my waffle.

Looking at the time, I realized I DID miss the buss.

'Damn, I hate when he's right.'

I got up and began walking to "Beach City Middle School." It had just opened up and it is really popular. I hope Steven will begin letting me use Lion again; it's faster. Everyone at school just walks by me as if I'm a fleck of dust, floating without any given path. But I like it. It's better to just be by myself. Friends would just get in the way of my work.

I kept telling myself that as I walked through the doors of BCMS. Marc and his gang (did I not mention him? Oh well I'll get to it later) for some reason begin pointing and chuckling.

'Hey look! It's Beach Boy!" he gawked. 'What were you doing with your chest? You kept looking at it and breaking down! He sneers and high fives his friends.

I sped off, red faced and embarrassed.

'Don't run off!' he called back, 'your face was actually looking human!'

'Ooohhhh!' Yelled the crowd that had now gathered around us.

I froze. I'm supposed to be used to this. It happens every day. Well everyday but Friday, two o'clock to three. He goes out for sport. But this was different; I could sense he was up to something. I decided to let it go for now.

He always does stuff like this. To summarise, he is the school bully. His gang is just a bunch of people desperate to not be bullied.

I headed to class 6C and slammed my bag onto the floor. I rummaged through my stuff to find a piece of paper and my pacer. I dropped them onto my desk and began sketching. With my left hand working swiftly on the paper, and my right cornered around it to hide what I'm doing. When I draw, it helps me escape from reality, into my own little world. I started off with a little, blue torso. I began sketching the stick-like arms and-.

RRRRiiinnngg!

Startled, I looked up.

'Nine o'clock? But it was ten past eight only five minutes ago!' I guess time flies when you've escaped from reality. It's like a hand, pulling you back even when you think you're out of grasp.

The teacher began.

'Quiet class! I know you're all shaken from the holidays, but we don't take kindly to bad behaviour around these parts. Now, who's ready for a whole new year of learning?'

What could go wrong? I smiled.