Hello everyone and welcome to my Fanfiction! I didn't intend to publish this online but I thought to share it with other people and not just myself. If you have an questions or suggestions please message me. Sorry if these chapters are short, I will be working for them to be more long and more in depth. This story is mainly for people a little bit older because of some language and violence throughout the story, but nothing too major. Question: would you guys like to see other point of views? NOTE: This is based off minecraft gameplay and some ships surrounding it that are not real :)
The town was a small place with few people and few noises. There of course was one blacksmith in the town and one trader, but they had good deals for people who lived in the town. It had one school, some booths for shopping and some places to buy food. The people were nice and everyone knew everyone, but no one knew who I was. My past was a long story and a story that only I knew and kept locked in a safe deep within my mind. I was always being watched with a questioning stare by the townsfolk as I walked throughout the streets. I just looked at everyone who looked at me and smiled at them politely hoping that it would ease my case of being new, and of course being the nice people they are they always smiled back to be courteous. The sky was of course a dark shade of gray and was like a thick blanket covering the the whole village and the forest surrounding it. Rain was pretty common around this region as it was nicknamed the rainforest region, but there were also times when the sun would be out for months on end which was of course fine with me because it meant that I could go out and hunt for some food. I walked down the dirt street on which I lived on to see that some of the plants I hung on my windows were stolen for the third time this week. I sighed and took down the remaining pots to take into the apartment. My apartment was of course on the first floor of the building and was very small. It only consisted of a "kitchen" which had a crafting table, a furnace, and a couple chests which wasn't very helpful for storing as they always had a broken lock. I had a very small bedroom which could only fit my bed and a couple chests, and of course I had a bathroom connected to it with the few amenities I needed. I grabbed my key out of the pocket of my jeans and put the key in my lock only to find out that the door was already open. I rolled my eyes at myself and opened the door to my "home" or the temporary place I was living in until I could afford to move somewhere else. I was only seventeen when my uncle made me move here to go to school and to socialize with other kids my age. In my opinion going to school wasn't bad because you had three choices of classes to take as your main course and of course the one I chose had to do with skilled fighting. The majority of the day was learning how to use a sword and a bow and other stuff you might need to save your life, but of course one building class and one skills class were needed to be taken. I looked at the gold clock that hung above the door as I walked in. It was a quarter to seven and darkness was approaching quicker than an ocelot running to meat. I placed the empty pots down on the table and locked the front door before heading into the kitchen. I turned on my lamp in the kitchen and checked the only working chest in the kitchen for food, but to my disappointment I only found a few dusty apples and a piece of stale bread. I chucked the the apples back in the chest and began to nibble on the bread. I turned off the lamp and walked to my room where i searched for my old shirt and shorts. I approached the chest next to my bed, finishing up the piece of bread. On the chest sat one lone frame with a picture in it. The faces in the picture brought tears to my eyes, the feeling of emptiness lingered inside of me for the longest time. I laid on my bed holding the frame close to my chest, letting out a soft whimper as I let the tears escape my eyes. I slowly closed my eyes and let sleep take ahold of my whole body.
I awoke to the shine of small sun rays seeping through the glass of the window. I slowly picked myself up and walked out of my room to where I could get a view of the clock.
"Oh crap, oh crap, OH CRAP!" I said in a very loud whisper the a loud normal tone.
The clock read seven fifteen which meant I only had fifteen minutes to get ready and to school. Now your probably thinking 'what is the big deal?' but the problem is that the school is halfway across town and it takes twenty minutes to walk there and ten if you sprint. I quickly ran back into my room and opened my chest so quickly and hard it made a dent in the wall. I grabbed my uniform and stripped my clothes off completely before throwing on the uniform. I checked myself in the mirror of the bathroom to make sure I looked okay, but I looked like i had been crying all night (which I had) and like I had just crawled out of bed (which I also had.) I grabbed my brush and brushed my hair as I ran to the kitchen to grab an apple. I threw the brush down on the table and grabbed my school bag and sword before heading out the door and locking it behind me. Sprinting of course was not really my thing but of course in order to run for your life you had to have the leg muscle which I happened to possess even before I took classes. I ran past the blacksmith as I quickly waved at him and others down the road. I passed the town center where I got my first glance at what time it was currently. The clock read seven twenty nine right on the dot which meant that I currently had about sixty seconds to make it to my class. The school just happened to be around the corner from the town center and I knew I had a chance to make it. I ran up the stairs and into the school building down the hall and into the doorframe of my classroom. As soon as I halted to a stop in the doorway the bell had rung. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at my teacher who was partially annoyed.
"Just on time Ms. Katty, now please take your seat so we can begin class..."
I looked at the faces of my classmates and saw two if them snickering, but of course these two boys happened to be my best friends. I took a seat next to the light brown haired one and glared at him before mumbling at him to shut up. The one sitting next to me was named Mitch and the other boy was named Jerome. They are like brothers to each other and do absolutely everything they can together. They approached me on my first day and were the only ones that ever became friends with me; they were the only ones nice to me. If you didn't grow up or live here you were known as the weird kid or the outcast of everyone. Even though Mitch and Jerome lived here they were considered outcast too. At a young age Mitch was abandoned by his parents; as was Jerome. They both found each other and took care of each other to where they both live with each other now in a small little house, just on the outskirts of town. The kids of this school took advantage of their orphanage and constantly taunted them. I would get pissed, Jerome would get pissed, but Mitch just took it to heart and that angered him so much. On countless occasions Mitch has started a fight with people but now me and Jerome try and hold him back as much as we can. But lately the kids have been giving up on the taunting of Mitch and Jerome, and going to me. When I first got here I thought it would be impossible to say anything about me because they didn't know me. It turns out kids can think of way worse situations than you every thought of. I was immediately snapped out of my thoughts when a paper ball hit the back of my head. I turned back with a swift motion of my neck and looked to see who there that at me. The boy looked at me and gave a smirk that was like an unspeakable message saying 'I did it.' I turned my head back towards the front of the class and crossed my arms, Jerome and Mitch looked at each other with an annoyed look and then turned around and glared at the kid. My eyes quickly glanced at the clock to which read eight forty four, the pain of having only one minute till my fighting class was too much because I knew that I could channel my anger and annoyance into the swiftness of my skills. The bell then rang and right at that moment I had grabbed my bag and ran out of the class.
"Katty wait up!" I heard Jerome yell and I stopped dead in my tracks and looked behind me. Him and Mitch ran to a stop and they both looked at me out of breath. I just looked at them and laughed.
"K- wooh let me catch my breath..."
"You two need to work on your running skills"
"We do fighting not running." Mitch remarked.
"You might need to run for your life you never know." I snickered.
Suddenly three boys walked next to us and laughed coldly at us.
"Look it's the three idiots."
"The orphans and the outcast."
I clenched my fists and jaw trying to keep myself from hitting them, I never do but trust me it is something that I dream of doing. I look over at Mitch to see that he is trying to hold back too. I let out a deep breath and look at them. So many times I have told them off. So many times I have tried to keep them from messing with us, but they just kept coming back. Just as I was about to reply to them I heard a voice from behind us.
"Don't you have some pigs you need to slaughter farm boy?"
I looked and saw that it was another boy talking to the one who lead the taunting. His name was Sky and we all had fighting class together. Sky was very good at keeping people quiet and that was a gift I truly admired. He walked up to him and looked down at him.
"You don't have any damn right to talk to them like that so I suggest you run along and go learn about building tough guy."
We looked at him stunned and thankful.
"Thanks Sky. Those guys just like to piss people off because they can't do half the crap we can." Sky looked at me and chuckled.
"No problem Katty. I'm always glad to help before he brings you to your breaking point."
Sky can be a really nice guy, and really helpful but sometimes he can be a complete jackass and unhelpful.
"But aside from that I just wanted to wish you luck before the spar tournament today. That's what I was originally going to talk to you about before that douche bag appeared and started talking crap in your faces."
'And there is the nice sky' I thought to myself before coming back to reality.
"Thanks and good luck to you."
He smirked and walked into the gym. I looked at Jerome and Mitch who had stayed completely silent and saw their faces still in stunned mode. Oh yeah and I forgot to mention sky is the most popular kid in school who has a great skill with almost everything. Everything except for cooking.
"Are you both gonna be okay? You need to skip the tournament?" I questioned teasingly watching as both their faces went back to normal and they were defending their tournament spots. Part of me was really glad I came here to this town to meet people like Mitch and Jerome, but the other part of me just wanted to stay locked inside away from everyone. I shook away the negative thoughts and laughed before walking into the gym, and heading into the locker room. Before I opened the door, I noticed Mitch and Sky talking which was strangely odd dealing with the fact they never socialized whatsoever because we were technically in different cliques. I shrugged and went to change, ready for whoever I was matched up with because I was determined to win.
I hope you all enjoyed the very first chapter of The Endstones Daughter. I will touch on other characters backrounds throughout the story and Katty will announce her story in one of the next few chapters depending on how I move the plot forward. I will try to post these chapters often so don't worry! Have a great day ;)