Behind Fletcher - A A.N.T Farm Fanfiction...
A/N - Well here is chapter one of the new improved! So I hope you like it! :) Also this will have 100% FOLIVE I can promise you that! So bare with me! Also updates for this story will not happen every day like my others just cause I need time to write the chapter. But I will try to update as often as I can. I will not leave you hanging, I promise that! So as normal I own nothing from the show or nothing that is mentioned in this story that I would not owned! So please ENJOY chapter one! :)
Chapter 1
He slapped his feet across the ground as he ran faster then the people that were chasing him in the woods. It was times like this that he was glade his mother made him do all that work and all the exercise. Only because at the moment four kids were chasing him, and the woods seemed to be closing in on him. At the moment there was nothing else on his mind except that he needed to get to the cave where his friend lay dying slower then a snail.
The four people seemed to be getting on his trail and the only thing he was able to do was climb up a tree until the group passed. When they were gone, he jumped down and began to run for the main base of operation where the medican was waiting. It took about ten minuets to get there since it was out in the open, not only that but he had to keep and eye out for the others. Whenever he made it to the opening that was where he saw the medican sitting, waiting.
Silence over came the forest as he wondered where he should go for the package without getting killed. It seemed that everything moved in slow motion since time was mocking him, before he knew it a girl with orange hair rushed out into the open and grabbed her package. He instantly dashed out of his hiding place and headed right for the package that was waiting for him. However as soon as he grabbed the package, the orange haired girl pulled out an arrow and shot it...
Fletcher Quimby jumped awake in cold sweet as he looked around the room to see where he was. The feeling of a soft surface underneath him made him look down and smile as he saw that he was safe home and in his bed. Looking over the number 3:15 am blinked back at him and he laid down on his back once more. The last thing he remembered before he went to sleep was pain, a lot of it, and all from his mother. It was the worst feeling ever.
Instantly Fletcher thought back to what happened when he got home from school, his mother had been pissed that he wasn't home and finally snapped. She had smacked him across the face and shoved him into the glass cabinet in the living room. His arm still hurt from pulling the small shards out earlier, but that was nothing compared to the more worse things that had happened to him. Sitting up Fletcher placed his head in his hands.
As soon as Fletcher looked down he groaned when he noticed his copy of The Hunger Games sitting on his lap. This was the last time he was going to read anything before bed again. That dream he had of the scene he just pretty much read was by far the creepiest thing to ever happen, he swore it was trying to tell him something. No matter Fletcher sighed and laid back down. Before he knew it, he fell asleep once more...
When morning did come Fletcher was awoke by his alarm. He shoot awake and instantly pulled the blankets off of him. Walking over to his bathroom, Fletcher began to get ready for the day. First he turned the shower on and un-dressed, he then climbed in and washed his hair and body. Next he got dressed and brushed his hair and teeth, he grabbed his backpack and made his way towards the kitchen.
His mother was sitting at the counter with a bottle of beer in front of her. She looked at him, scoffed, and looked down. Fletcher frowned, this was his life, his father left a month ago, and his mother hated everything about him. The only reason she hated him was because he looked a lot like his dad and he even got his art skills from his father. No matter Fletcher proceeded to walk to the bus stopped and figured school would be better.
As Fletcher continued to walk to the bus stopped, he began to think about everything that happened in the past month. His father left because the only thing he cared about was himself. Not only that but ever since his father left, his mother went into a huge depression state, she turned to alcohol and other drugs. Since then she never cared about her own son, she always took her anger out on Fletcher.
Fletcher's thoughts were snapped back into reality when the school bus pulled up too his spot. He only could hope school would be better as he walked onto the bus. Little did he know things would just get worse from here...
A/N - Well here is the first chapter of the new improved Behind Fletcher! What did you think? Was it good, better, or worse? Thanks for reading and please remember to REVIEW! :) - DisneyChannelLover