From Chelford tro the clans
Disclamer: i dont' own warriors, so don't bother sueing me. It not worth it.
Summery: Karen, a rich fourteen year old snob that lives near chelford,is having her home built right where the thunderclan camp use to be. She is not fond of cats, except for beautiful white cats with perhaps white stipes, since she thinks cats were only put on this earth is for shedding fur all over the place. See how her comforable life, with servant and cook and maids, takes a turn for the better... or the worst.
Authors note: Sorry if there is a typo, and I will fix it as soon as possible. For those who don't know, Chelford is the human name for twolegplace. By the way, I probably over-rated it, but I just want to by safe, besides, it might fit it in later chapers Please R&R! (read and review)
Karen lifted her eyes sleeply to see the top of her purple four poster bed, which looked like it was made for a princess, but to Karen, anyone who didn't have a four poster bed, she considers then minions.The sight of normal people disguised her. As she opened up her curtains of her bed, she looked at her fimaliar pink room, with everything neat and tidy as usual.She walked to her closet to find her school uniform. Suddenlyshe heard a large craneoutside her door. She clenched her teeth at the noise. the noise thoses minions make!.She thoughtas she was finding her skirt.She suddenly remembered that her father wanted some landscaping done today.He apparently changed his mind of the rock on the lawn and he wanted it there no longer Then her mind drifted as she condinued to fnd her skirt. She started to whisper to herself.
"People in cranes...constuction worker..." she gasped "Normal people!" She shuddered at the thought. Normal people simply disguisted her. She found her skirt and then started to look for her top. I will just have to remember to put on exrta perfume before she left. She found her skirt and then got changed and then proceeded down the stairs. It take her five minutes just to get down the stairs and accross to the kitchen. As she sat down for brreakfast, a figure smiled at her
"good morning, dear" she said politely
"stay away from me, peasant" she growled. Her grey eyes narrowed dangerously. Her eyes are supposed to be green but whenever she is mad or discontent (whick is almost always anymore) they turn grey. The maid, used to this, bowed politely and walked alway.
When Karen was finally ready, She prepared to go to her school, Nightmoon acanamy, a huge private school for rich kids. As Karen walked to her limmo, she suddenly remembered, her dad needed it today for some reason. Her servant rushed up to her and panted,
" Lady...Karen...please...follow me..." Karen glowered at him,
" Your late, slave" She remarked in a snobish way "Where have you been? At the Cholford general store? Nevermind- I don't care. So then, what car am I suppose to be escorted in?
"Your father said that your mothers ferrari is free..." he began,
"My mother has horrible tastes. I can't believe that she chosen a yellow one. What happened to the rest of the cars?"
"I'm afraid your father has used the rest of the cars for his office party"
Karen did not take well to this "Well fine then, I'll ride in the stupid car..." She pouted
"Don't worry my lady, your limmo will be back this evening to pick you up" The servant remarked.
"Good, and by the way, I'm not your lady or anyone else's. So put my bags into the ferrari and take me to the acanamy. That's an order, and hurry up, I don't have all day."
"Yes, Karen" The servant said.
"Don't talk to me like that, like I am a normal, everyday two year old. I'm having a bad day already, I don't need you bad-mouthing me" She yelled
The servant sighed and packed her bags into the car, while Karen fastened her seat belt.
"You ready, lady Karen?" The servant asked when he got into the car.
"What do you think? I been waiting here for, like, forever." She snaled.
The servant then started the car and went on his way to the acanamy. For most people, a ferrari is a label of comfort and luxuary, but for Karen, she felted horrably cramped. She felt only too close to her bags and the driver. So she let out her steam in the only way she knows how.
" Hello, horrably cramped in here!" she complained,
"Im sorry, but this is the only car left." The servant replied,
"That's not my fault, is it," she snarled back,
"Is there anyway that I can make this trip more comforable for you?"
Yes, brush your hair, I'm disgusted by looking at it"
"I only just brushed it-"
"I said brush. Your. Hair!" She yelled,
"But, with my hands off the steering wheel, I could run into something!" he said as comforably as he could,
"Look, I'm not asking for the inpossible, I'm just asking to do something very simple, and that is to brush your hair. Why is that so hard to understand?" She responded like she was talking to a two year old. That finally got the servant to do as she asked.
"Very well..."as he started. Like he said, once his hands were off the steering wheel , the ferrari started to swirve a bit
"watch where you are going, you could kill us!!" Karen screamed, shocked
"very well Karen" the servant said. This type of conversation went on for about five more minutes and then they were at the acanamy.
"Take some driving lessons!" Karen screamed at him as she got out of the car and got her stuff, "you could've killed us three times, almost ran into a garbage can and honked your horn at a raccoon."
The servant sighed, "Have a nice day." Then he got into car and started the engine.
"Not because of you." She yelled after him as he drove away.
There were three type of kids at Nightmoon. Geeky snobs, Cool snobs and Bad-tempered snobs. Karen was in catigory three. It didn't help that the day was like every other day; boring and long. She slept in three, doodle in one, and played with her hair in two. The teachers didn't seen to mind. They are getting paid five more than the regular teacher and would get yelled at the parents if they tried or not.
The only place where she payed attention was in lunch class where she talked to her olny friend, Niora.
"This cheese taste like normal cheese" Karen complained
"probably it is normal cheese" Niora replied, "Don't be so hard on yourself. At my old school the cheese looked like it was one ingredant from plastic."Niora is a new kid to this school due to her parents winning the lotery so she doesn't have that 'snobbish air' around her. No one quite sure how they became friends, they just did.
"That kinda disguiesting. Eat any?"
"No, processed cheese taste kinda nasty to me, no matter what it looks like. So whats up?"
"Not must. Being bored of my dream lately. How about you?"
"Hmm, i guess nothing. Know what would be a cool prophecy?" Niora was always this kind of conversation, whick made it more amazing that they were friends. "Fire alone will save our Clan"
"What? Thats the stupidest thing i ever heard!"
"Really? It really makes me think. The stupidest thing i ever heard was that this school teaches you something. Anyways i think one of our live will change soon."
"What do you mean by that?"
"If i knew i would tell you" Suddenly the bell rang.
"Wait Niora, what do you mean!" However Niora must have not heard her because she kept walking.
For the remander of the classes Karen kept thinking of what Niora said. It really started making her thing. 'Stupid Niora, making me think' she thought to her herself. Soon it was time to go home. This got her mind off things as she walked into her limmo
"Good thing your here on time, minion. I had a rough time."
"I take you home as soon as possible."
"You better" Karen growled. The servant sighed and drove home. When they got there one of the controun worker come up to her (Karen flinched) and showed her something in his hands
"Is this yours sweetie" Karen had just enough patince to look down (though she didn't like it. In his hand was a coller, dirty and mingled. The medal tag on it read 'RUSTY' Karen lost her patince a that moment
"Why... the... heck... would THAT THING BE MINE!!!!!!" she screamed.
"I...just...thought" The construstion worker slamered
"You thought wrong" she said angryly. She walked into her home and slamed the door. For the rest of the night she was too angry to do anything (like any other day) until it was time. She crawled into her bed and, eventually went to sleep.
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Author's note- wow that was a long chapter that had little to do with warriors. Sorry for thso long of a starter. I didn't mean it to be that long. However i am planning for this story to be a long one. Long stories have long begginnings, right? Anyways, hope you liked it and please read ane review.