Hello! Here is a story with my first ever OC! Please enjoy and review to let me know what you thought! Constructive Criticism is appreciated!
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I hate my life. Nothing ever works out for me. Oh, you like this school? Time to get expelled. You're having a good day? Time to ruin it. Sometimes I'm sure that the universe is out to get me. Yeah, life sucks. Sorry for being so pessimistic but, it's just who I am.
My name is Karine Thompson. I am 13 years old and I attend Riverdale middle school. I've been at Riverdale for two years now, a new personal record. Usually, I get kicked out of school after one year but, this year was different. I actually have a best friend, his name is Sam. I met him on my first day at Riverdale and we've been really close ever since. And no, he is not my boyfriend! It's annoying how many kids ask me that. They are so childish, why is it shocking that a girl would just be friends with a boy?
Plus, I would never date someone that I didn't want to marry one day. Whoa! I know, a 7th grader talking about marriage is a little strange but, I just can't help it. I have been interested in marriage for as long as I can remember and I was shocked (and still a little miffed) that my dad was not married to my mom when they had me. Isn't that just awful!?
You might be wondering who my dad is. His name is John Thompson and he teaches French at a local community college. My father's not incredibly remarkable. He has average features, average hair, and average height. He's just normal. Except for his eyes, he has the most startling and bright blue eyes that I've ever seen! They always sparkle with untold intelligence and deep knowledge. People always tell me that I have my father's eyes. My dad usually has a dreamy expression on his face like he's in his own world. Sometimes, I wonder what he's always thinking about, maybe he's thinking about my mom.
I don't really know very much about my mother. My father doesn't really like to talk about her because it makes him sad. He did tell me that she was very beautiful but, their relationship had to be a secret because she was famous. He would say that she wasn't "celebrity" famous, just famous. I never knew exactly what he meant. He wouldn't ever tell me more than that. I just think that it is so unfair and cruel that my mother cared about me so little that she never came to see me after I was born. And she never married my father! (Sorry, me talking about marriage again!)
But, I digress. Today is the last day of my school year. Soon it will be summer and I can just relax and do nothing for months!
After rolling out of bed, putting on a blue tank-top and jean shorts, and pulling my curly brunette hair into a high ponytail, I was ready to go. I walked into the kitchen, unsurprised by the fact that my father was not there. He was probably already at the university. I grabbed a protein bar and my back pack then, left the apartment, hoping that today would be uneventful. Alas! Seeing as my life sucked, it would be anything but.
I quickly navigated through some streets in New York before I got to my bus stop. Sam was already there waiting for me, his curly black hair sticking out from under his Boston Red Sox cap. He smiled goofily at me as I approached.
"Hey Kar!" He said, using his preferred nickname for me.
"Bonjour!" I responded, taking a bite out of my protein bar. We silently boarded the school bus when it arrived and took our customary seats in the back.
"Last day! I am so happy! Then I can go to Camp Ha-" He stopped his sentence abruptly.
"Camp what?" I asked with mild interest.
"Oh, nothing…" He laughed nervously. "Just…um a summer camp that I go to."
"Um okay."
We passed the rest of the ride quietly until we got to school. Students started slowly filing off of the bus. I was about to get off when I realized that I left my backpack on my seat.
"One second." I told Sam as I walked to the back of the bus. I grabbed my bright yellow backpack and slung it over one shoulder. I started walking back toward the doors when I felt a cold chill on my neck. I turned around and looked at the back of the bus and it was partially engulfed in shadows. And….and something was staring at me from the shadows, something with terrifying, glowing eyes. I exclaimed in terror and clamped my eyes shut. When I opened my eyes again nothing was there. Must have been my imagination, I thought nervously. I quickly exited the bus and saw Sam casually leaning against a fence.
"Kar, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!" He exclaimed fearfully, coming to my side. I smiled at him shakily.
"I'm fine." He didn't look convinced but, he did stop questioning me.
School went by relatively fast and I was so relieved when it was over. All day I swear I kept seeing eyes in the shadows but, I knew it had to have been from my lack of sleep the night before. When Sam and I left the school building to catch our bus home I was very surprised to see that it was pouring rain and an enormous thunderstorm was happening. The clouds were so dark that they blocked the sun, lighting flashed dangerously. I looked over at Sam and saw that he had a terrified look on his face.
"No, no, no…" He kept muttering. "This is not good, not good at all." After battling through the rain, my best friend and I slumped down in our seats on the bus, both of us soaking wet. I shivered, and flung my backpack off of my shoulder and into the bus's aisle way. I took a deep breath and inhaled the not so flattering scent of… wet livestock? Hmmm, that's different. I wonder who let a donkey on board. I thought. However, being ADHD, my mind quickly jumped to another subject. Specifically that of a very cute boy named Zeke who sat behind me in English.
The rain continued to pelt the bus as it started its slow drive through New York. I stared out the window and drifted into some kind of reverie while Sam just kept nervously looking around and muttering to himself. Finally, I had had enough.
"Sam!" I said sharply, causing him to jump five feet in his seat.
"Wh-what?" He asked fretfully. I didn't know what his problem was.
"Why are you acting so jittery? Come on man," I said with a playful punch on his arm "It is summer vacation! We are going to have so much fun! Well, once this rain stops, of course." I added, gesturing toward the gloomy weather outside the bus. My mention of the thunderstorm seemed to scare my best friend. I was about to comment on his behavior again when there was a bright flash of light and the world flipped upside down while I blacked out.
When I came around again, my first thought was, why am I wet? Then, I realized that part of the bus's roof was gone and that we had crashed into a nearby building. Ahhh! My memory returned to me of the bright light, illuminating the bus.
"Sam!" I yelled, my voice full of fear, looking at the empty torn up seat next to me. My best friend was nowhere to be seen. Other passengers on board started regaining consciousness as well. Many screamed in terror and ran toward the front of the bus, trying to fight their way off. There was mass chaos as people shouted, cried, and had panic attacks. I scrambled forward, looking for Sam. My heart constricted in terror. I saw him laying on the aisle in front of me, a small trickle of blood on his forehead.
"No! No! NO!" I screamed as I ran and kneeled next to my friend. I checked his pulse and thanked my lucky stars that he was alive. I gently started patting his cheeks, trying to make him wake up.
"Come on Sam!" I said. "Let's go SAMMY!" I yelled into his ear, causing his eyes to open.
"My name's not Sammy…" He grumbled. Of course that is what woke him up.
"Get up. The bus crashed. We have to get off NOW!" I commanded. Sam looked at the pandemonium around him and quickly stood up. I grabbed his hand because he still looked kind of dazed and forcibly dragged him off of the now burning transportation vehicle.
Crowds had started to gather as people looked at the wreck. Some looked concerned but the majority looked annoyed. It looked like they were wondering why a bus had the audacity to crash when they had a very important business meeting to attend. Only in New York, I thought sardonically.
Sam and I trudged through the mass of onlookers, trying to find the other students. Some of bystanders were talking excitedly and I could hear snippets of their conversations.
"Did you see-"
"The lightning!"
"It came out of nowhere!"
"—hit the bus…"
Within minutes we found the other passengers of the bus, all huddled together. One girl I recognized from my science class, I think her name was Denise. She was sobbing into the shoulder of some girl I didn't know.
"Johnny!" She was saying between tears. "Where's Johnny?" I gulped as I figured out that not all of us had survived the crash. Sam looked like he finally discovered what was going on.
"We have to go," He said urgently while leading me away from everyone else.
"Wait, why? Where are we going?" I asked but Sam kept walking away, pulling me behind him.
"This is bad…" He mumbled. "We have to go faster. Faster Karine!" He broke into a run forcing me to run as well, that stupid boy had an iron grip on my wrist.
"Stop it Sam! What's going on?" I demanded. We had just rounded a corner and we could no longer see the wreck. I stopped running which forced him to stop as well.
He turned and looked at me sorrowfully.
"Please forgive me Kar, but we must get there faster."Sam said as he reached out and, in a move worthy of any martial arts expert, touched a pressure point on my body and caused me to pass out for the second time that day.
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That's Chapter 1! Thank you for reading and please review to let me know what you thought. Hmmmm who could Karine's mom be? ;)