The Book Thief gave me the inspiration to write something a little bit like it but in Total Drama style so tell me if you like it and enjoy and if you guys haven't already read The Book Thief you should! It is amazing.
This is a story about a punk and goth, I've been keeping a close eye on them since they were born knowing that they will one day be together. Let me give you some hints of who I am before we get into the characters. I am the writer, the creator and the director of this little play that the two will be playing, I know what will come next because I am the one that will make it happen. If you think I'm a person then you are wrong, I am neither a person nor a thing but something inside. Oh, you think you know what I am? Well then, if you're so sure let's begin my little play.
Let's begin way back when a little girl was playing on the small grassy field in front of her house, yes, I believe that's a good place to start. Her hair was black, blacker than the darkest night and her silky hair reflected the hot rays of the sun, the shininess of her hair was brighter than the sun itself, it was a pretty good mix if I do say so myself. Her clothes were a simple dark blue t-shirt, black soccer shorts and some sneakers.
*Note*
I must tell you that it is Summer time if you haven't already guessed, but I believe you are too smart for me to tell you that.
Her eyes, oh yes, very mysterious indeed, the iris' were pretty much all black, black pools of oil in the dark. She was pale, as white as snow that freshly fell on the ground and building up slowly and her lips were a normal pinkish color, or maybe a pinky-peach color, I could never really tell but they looked very nice on her snow-white skin if you want to know her name you will have to wait for we aren't in that section of the story yet.
She was playing with a sphere object, it was black and white, kicking it with the front of her feet and running to it just to kick it again. She enjoyed this little game of 'kick and get' since it was her favourite activity. Her mother, on the other hand just watched the little girl with her emotion-less ice blue eyes.
*Note*
Remember the description; it's very important later in my little story
Oh yes, her mother was a very skinny lady but very strong, never think you can beat her in a fight for she will hurt you severely. Her eyes were ice blue, I knew from the beginning why they were created an icy blue color; it was because her eyes held no emotions, no affection to anything they were just cold blue iris' showing people that her soul was taken away from her forever. Her brown messy hair looked like a rats' nest, it looked like it has never been brushed, maybe because it never has been, the reason for the emotion-less eyes and horrible hair was because ever since her husband died it has never been the same, and it was a horrible death too. I remember it well.
He got home with his smoke pipe in hand, he loved to smoke; he said it was his stress calmer.
"Where the hell were you?" the mother asked in a very harsh tone, oblivious from the hostile tone she gave him he lighted his smoke pipe. Taking the smoke into his lungs before exhaling he replied, his voice was raspy but strong.
"Out" that was all he had to say before the woman slapped his cheek, the pain shot quickly as the red mark had formed to his face.
"You pig! You're cheating on me aren't you?" she screamed tears forming into her eyes, her face becoming disfigured as faces always do when people cry. He still in shock said nothing which led him to another smack to the face. He then felt rage boil his blood, he finally took a stand.
"So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?" he yelled in rage throwing his arms up in the air. She started crying harder, feeling her heart shatter into not two but a million pieces.
"I'll show you what I'll do!" she screamed with hot tears in her eyes. Unfortunately for the cheating husband they were in the kitchen and unfortunately for him she was also making supper. Steak. She gripped the cutting utensil so hard her knuckles went white and without even thinking she plunged it into the man, hitting his heart directly in the middle. He fell very painfully to the ground with a loud thud. Bleeding to death he laid there, on the cold kitchen floor the woman panting and crying from the adrenaline she just had. He died that night, on the kitchen floor and who was peering from around the corner? Of course, you guessed it. It was the little girl; she experienced death for the first time and it was the worst thing she'd ever see... For now that is.
Oh I'm sorry I shouldn't be foreshadowing for what is to come, that would spoil my whole little play I'm putting on for you, and what fun is that? Oh now I'm getting off topic, so where were we? Oh yes the mother of the little girl.
She watched her little girl intently, looking for signs of danger with her tooth pick arms crossed under the breast. She watched her little girl with no satisfaction, no joy, and no emotion. She watched her little girl so unpleasantly that it hurt me to even be beside her right now, so I'll go to a different family, a different story, a very, very different life. Maybe we'll find something interesting about this family, maybe not, I guess we'll have to find out.
