Note: All characters in Shattered Realities are property of K.A Applegate with the exception of Joe. Happy reading!
As told by Rachel:
Hello, my name is Rachel. You probably know the drill, but just in case you don't know about us, I'm telling you to shove off and get the heck out of this side of fanfiction.net because you don't know a thing about the Animorphs. You heard me. Beat it, you charlatan.
OK, now that I've gotten that over with, I'll tell you about the situation.
I will tell you the story of us and a boy from our school named Joe. Now Joe was a rather blend-in kinda guy, he had brown hair, was average hieght, average wieght and looked just about at normal as you can possibly get. I swear, god must have made this guy as normal as possible.
"Hey, what's up, Rachel?" he asked as I was walking home from school. We have houses practically right across the street from each other.
"Nothing much, thanks for asking, Joe," I responded.
"Um, I sort of wanted to talk about something, do you mind?"
This was odd. Joe and I have known each other forever, but never exactly have been friends. This was wierd because he was acting a lot friendlier to me than normal.
"Sure, what is it, Joe?"
"Well, it's about this Sharing group that they keep mentioning all around the school. I don't know about it, but still, I have a dark feeling about it."
This was good news, actually. He had the sense to keep away from the Sharing, unlike most. However, most people don't know the dangers.
"I checked it out once, it wasn't that great."
Joe stopped walking for a second. He leaned over to me with a very distraught look on his face.
"What?"
"Rachel, I have a really, really bad feeling about it. I mean, something seemes to be going on that does not make sense. Like, paranormal wierdness, you are thinking I'm crazy, arn't you?"
Well, he might be right if I never had met up with Elfangor. But with all my battles and killings, he seemed to be right on track with all this. "No, I don't, in fact, I have actually seen some things that are related to the Sharing that will blow your mind. Please don't go there, Joe. And also-"
"What?"
"Just be alert, these days are always full of the 'paranormal'."
"I will, thanks," He said and walked off.
Something told me that he would one day be part of us and our gang. Something deep down said that he would save our asses from getting whooped in some crazy battle.
Believe me, I wished that he eventually would join us; he was the better me. He had bloodlust and desire to go in and take action, except that my ways of thinking were irrational when fighting, while his were rational. He always had a desire to win and to succeed. Even at school fights he always emerged victorious and would always get out of the battle unscathed and leaveing the opponent in the dust either by tricking them out by words, or simply evading their blows.
As we walked away, I started thinking about him. No, he wasn't exactly my type. But there was something about him that no one can deny, yet no one can describe. I pondered this for a while, then went home to rest. After all, even a war-crazed Animorph has to rest sometime.
Authors Note: Hope you enjoyed, even though it was so short. The first part of the saga is already out for you to read, oh, and of course, please respond.
As told by Rachel:
Hello, my name is Rachel. You probably know the drill, but just in case you don't know about us, I'm telling you to shove off and get the heck out of this side of fanfiction.net because you don't know a thing about the Animorphs. You heard me. Beat it, you charlatan.
OK, now that I've gotten that over with, I'll tell you about the situation.
I will tell you the story of us and a boy from our school named Joe. Now Joe was a rather blend-in kinda guy, he had brown hair, was average hieght, average wieght and looked just about at normal as you can possibly get. I swear, god must have made this guy as normal as possible.
"Hey, what's up, Rachel?" he asked as I was walking home from school. We have houses practically right across the street from each other.
"Nothing much, thanks for asking, Joe," I responded.
"Um, I sort of wanted to talk about something, do you mind?"
This was odd. Joe and I have known each other forever, but never exactly have been friends. This was wierd because he was acting a lot friendlier to me than normal.
"Sure, what is it, Joe?"
"Well, it's about this Sharing group that they keep mentioning all around the school. I don't know about it, but still, I have a dark feeling about it."
This was good news, actually. He had the sense to keep away from the Sharing, unlike most. However, most people don't know the dangers.
"I checked it out once, it wasn't that great."
Joe stopped walking for a second. He leaned over to me with a very distraught look on his face.
"What?"
"Rachel, I have a really, really bad feeling about it. I mean, something seemes to be going on that does not make sense. Like, paranormal wierdness, you are thinking I'm crazy, arn't you?"
Well, he might be right if I never had met up with Elfangor. But with all my battles and killings, he seemed to be right on track with all this. "No, I don't, in fact, I have actually seen some things that are related to the Sharing that will blow your mind. Please don't go there, Joe. And also-"
"What?"
"Just be alert, these days are always full of the 'paranormal'."
"I will, thanks," He said and walked off.
Something told me that he would one day be part of us and our gang. Something deep down said that he would save our asses from getting whooped in some crazy battle.
Believe me, I wished that he eventually would join us; he was the better me. He had bloodlust and desire to go in and take action, except that my ways of thinking were irrational when fighting, while his were rational. He always had a desire to win and to succeed. Even at school fights he always emerged victorious and would always get out of the battle unscathed and leaveing the opponent in the dust either by tricking them out by words, or simply evading their blows.
As we walked away, I started thinking about him. No, he wasn't exactly my type. But there was something about him that no one can deny, yet no one can describe. I pondered this for a while, then went home to rest. After all, even a war-crazed Animorph has to rest sometime.
Authors Note: Hope you enjoyed, even though it was so short. The first part of the saga is already out for you to read, oh, and of course, please respond.