WARNING, EXTREME OOC!
A/N, Hello everyone who has bothered to open this document. I have been trying to write a good fan fiction story for a while now and I have realized what I've been missing. A story in which I can use my knowledge of hobbies. So here it is. Chapter one.
Chapter 1:
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I am in a white room, just me and my swan lake costume,...but before the transition into the swan? I look around frantically with unnecessary grace. However find no one to be seen. And continue dancing in ballet, which I know just not this well. And I feel as though I am purity in its true form. Suddenly I feel the music darken and some force moving me to a dance that I don't know. I am pushed left and right, lifted and dropped heavily. I catch a glimpse of the hideous creature that is doing this to me. It has an old looking black leathery skin with a beak that is caught under the black wrap which appears to be his skin. Suddenly I am thrown into his cape and emerge a swan from under it. However when I look at the menacing figure again, it is no longer the bird like creature but something much worse. Four Eaton. He begins to rip my clothes off, and I try to run and can't until I see him back away and I shoot back. And I run away from him and look back to him to see my beautiful white room, vanishing into darkness.
I startle awake to find myself dangerously close to the edge of the bed. I sit up and look at my clock; my alarm will ring in 3 minutes and I have to get ready for school. I go to The Advanced Arts & Athletics Academy. The school is made to challenge people with enough talents to use them and become the best of the best. I was originally enrolled into the school for music, academics, and dance but now only attend for music because I am going to college. I should be on sophomore level but the school pushed me into taking ACT like tests early. Now I take their college level courses and advanced music classes.
As soon as I get to the elegant building I take out my ear buds after listening to "Sonata in D major" my violin solo for school. I have Pre-calculus Algebra 108 (yes it's a class) first period so I head to my locker to put away my backpack and take out my laptop. I usually come early to avoid HIM and his posse of people that he is always with. That posy includes the other dim witted athletes, the relation members who only got in because their a friend of a friend, and the girls that throw themselves at him because they can't see past his outer shell into the ugly abyss that lurks on the inside waiting to come out at the right moments. When he humiliates you in front of his posy or if you do the same to him, the dark comes out and harms you beyond belief. I have been the victim of it once and I lost everything. I am about to turn the corner when I hit a wall?! I fall over backwards which makes the violin on my back buzz. I look up to see who will have to pay damage costs to the violin but when I look up I see his cold featureless face look down, look up, and walk away. It was Randal, or as everyone calls him Four because that is his number on all the sports teams. That is the only reason that he was enrolled and it is the only thing he is good at. I never had respect for him and I don't think much will change.
I pick up my violin and then it hits me, he was alone, with no possy. Four always walks with his posse so it must be a very big deal for him to not walk with them I look at him to see him whip his head forward...was he looking at me? No, he probably was telling me off quietly. I walk to my class and sit down my teacher, Mrs. Willow, calls me over. I begin to walk toward her and put a smile on my face.
"Hello Kristina, how was your weekend? I truly hope it was good." She always starts off with small talk and makes her way to the topic
"My weekend was fine, nothing special." She begins to shuffle papers around and looks up at me holding out an envelope. I take it from her thanking her and walk back to my seat and open it. On the envelope it says "Congratulations Mrs. Jazlyn, we would like to inform you that you have been moved out of pre-calculus algebra 108 and moved up to statistics 110. Your change starts as soon as you get this letter." I had been put in this class because the math section of the placement test had not been graded so they put me into my projected class but I seemed to have gone farther than they expected. I start the journey to the other side of the school to see that people have been walking in and talking in the hallways. I make it to the room and see my name on the board with an arrow pointing to an envelope. I go get it and open it. The letter states that I can take the time of my common core classes to practice my talent search recital piece. I am playing a mix of songs that lead to a surprising middle and end. I start to head to practice room #1. Unfortunately It has a full window to the gym. I get to face away from it and I think the glass is soundproof. And this room does have the nicest system to use, but why next to the gym? It has my electric violin, a pedal to change the sound, and a sound track system. I put the disc in and it starts to play the first note on the harpsichord, and I begin to play for a few minutes and begin to slow down in the middle and stop just long enough for me to hear the basketballs and guys then I begin to play Secrets and start the pop sequence and when I listen I think I hear basketballs stopping, maybe their coach called them. I finish the song and stop the track and see someone standing there and turn my head and see Four standing there.
It is lunchtime and I am heading to the cafeteria, I have to find Becky and ask her about her test and if she was moved. She is in the school for reasons like mine, but she focuses more on dance than music. I am about to pick up my pace and walk past four's table when I see him stand up and decide I should take a detour but he begins to trail me, and I know that I should stay here so that people can get in his way. And as he gets closer I begin to walk faster and faster. What could he want, oh my god why me? But as he walks by he grabs my shoulder and pulls me into the hallway.
Hello, this is just a first chapter to see if this story sparks interest. in other words, I have no idea what I want to do with it. So I am open to ideas and a decision on whether or not to continue it.