Bad Ending
A Fantasy Story by ChibiVee
Chapter 1: Prologue. Wait...
Before I really get started with relaying my story with you, I should go ahead and give you some background information so that you're only slightly less confused when I start.
I live in the sky. Not like on clouds, or anything, but the land masses we live on are in the sky. Don't ask why; I'll explain later. It's been that way for generations, and most everyone has gotten used to it by now.
Of course, the first few years that you really start experiencing the land is spent getting over the sheer vertigo that comes from realizing that you're hundreds of thousands of feet from the surface of the planet. Other than that, life here is relatively peaceful.
The land masses themselves are fairly large, the biggest ones spanning hundreds of miles. Most of them are the size of full continents, which makes sense considering... nevermind. Anyway, they're all connected by bridges. This is where the sense of vertigo comes in. The only time that you can ever really look... well, down, is when crossing these bridges. The government had taken precautions that blocked off the edge of the land so that no one accidentally fell off and... well, you get the picture.
Now I should probably provide some information about myself before I go and start delving into things. My name's Ruby. I'm 16 years old, and live on one of the smaller land masses, called Bato. It's quaint - quaint enough that you could easily get used to living there within a matter of weeks. Because of its size, you begin to know everyone within the same amount of time.
Anyway, I go to one of the only, and probably most known, highschools in the area: Torchlight. Pretty straightforward name, but I never did figure out how it got its name. I'm sure that there was some thing that I was supposed to learn about it, but I never was really known for paying attention much in class. Oh well, doesn't matter that much to the story anyway.
The school itself is pretty modest: reasonably sized, simple design and friendly faculty. It's a nice school, to say the least. Despite it being one of the more recognized schools on the - I guess you could call them islands now, the size of the student body never exceeded a few hundred kids. This, in retrospect, was nice because you could graduate knowing just about everyone in your class (and probably having dated a few of them too, but I digress).
I didn't have many friends, which is probably the understatement of the year. Off the top of my head, I can count up a whopping total of two. I know, big shocker. Of course, it was mostly my fault that I barely had any friends. I was always a bit socially awkward, and mostly kept to myself during the school day. After school, I would often go home and work on my (terrible) writing, which mostly consisted of weird fanfictions. Don't ask. It's too weird to even go into detail, so I won't.
The two friends that I have, though, are some of the closest and best friends anyone could ask for: Kate and Cherri. I've known both of them since we were in elementary school together, and they're the only ones that make sure I see the outside world more than once a day. I should be grateful, but I'm often reluctant, nowadays just to mess with them.
Alright, I should probably start talking about what actually happens, and why I'm giving you all this information anyway.
Let me tell you about all the times I died. I don't mean dying from embarrassment or anything like that; I'm talking about actually physically dying. I would have been fine with just dying once or twice and being done with it, but that's not how life works, for some reason.
Life seems to love being a pain in the ass, doesn't it?