Help me!
"Wh-… what…? Who's there?"
Jessica! I'm being chased!
"How do you know my name?"
Take this key and defend it with your life. I don't have much time.
Suddenly the inside of Jessica's dark room was flooded with violet colored light, as if someone had turned a light on, but the light was tinted violet. But the light faded almost as soon as it came and was replaced by a small thud on her chest. She lifted her right hand and ran it across her chest until she found whatever had fallen on her. Once she grabbed it she held it up to her face so she could see what the small object was. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness of her room she was able to see that the object was indeed a key. It was either a light purple color or pink, but Jessica couldn't tell due to the lack of light in her room.
Bzzzrrr…Bzzzrrr…
Jessica's eyes opened once again and she looked over at her alarm clock. It was already 6 O'clock and she needed to get ready for school. As she was making her way out of bed she noticed that she had something clutched in her right hand. She loosened her grip, and in her hand was violet colored key. Her eyes widened as she stared at the key that rested in her palm. That meant that the voice she had heard, the bright light, and the key in her hand were all real. It all really did happen. She had assumed because she had fallen asleep as soon as it all had happened that it was just a dream. But it wasn't.
After she had gotten ready for school she held out the violet key in front of her once again. She didn't know what to think about it. How much from the night before had actually happened, and how much was just a dream? But she didn't have much time to think about the whole situation or she would be late for her bus.
So she ran outside and caught her bus just before it left. And she rode the bus all the way to school, thinking about the strange voice she had heard the night before. It was definitely a female's voice, but it almost sounded like an adult female's voice. And it had a sort of heavenliness, as if it was the voice of an angel. Could she have been sent the key from an angel? And the voice told her to guard the key with her life. Would that mean that others would be after her key?
Once at school she started going through her various classes. She was a ninth grade high schooler and had been sent to high school that very few of her friends from elementary school were sent to. So she barely knew anybody in her classes. So she had nobody to talk to throughout the day. And she couldn't be bothered to listen to any of her teacher's lectures. All she could do was stare at the key that had been sent to her by that angelic voice.
During her fifth hour, art class, while studying her key she noticed that another girl sitting at a desk diagonally behind her was staring at her key. So she quickly stuffed it back into her pocket. She had hoped that the girl was just trying to figure out what was in her hand. That girl couldn't have been one of the people after the key, could they?
Once school was over most people went home. But Jessica had to stay after school for the art club she had signed up for. That would end up taking half of an hour to finish, and her parents wouldn't be able to pick her up from school until nearly an hour afterwards. But she didn't really mind. She liked exploring the school's campus when nobody was there. It made it easier to get around, and the silence made it really relaxing. Of course there were usually still a few other students wandering around, but they were few and far between.
One of her favorite things at the school to look at was the sculpture in the middle of the courtyard. It was a large wall or door with a giant keyhole in it. The keyhole took up the majority of the center of the sculpture. And you were able to see through the keyhole all the way to the other side of the structure. She had always just found the sculpture to be interesting and beautiful, even if it was extremely simple. But ever since she had been given her key she wondered if maybe the key and the sculpture were somehow related.
As she left her art club and was heading over towards the sculpture in the middle of the courtyard she noticed that someone had been following her. When she turned around she noticed that it was the girl that had seen her key in art class earlier in the day. She wondered why the girl was following her, but she knew it was because of her key.
Although she didn't really know who the girl was, she knew a little bit about her. She was Heather Sampson, a tenth grader and a member of the student council. She had long, straight, blond hair and bright blue eyes that made her stand out from most other girls. She was highly competitive and loved feeling superior to others.
"Wh-what do you want?" Asked Jessica.
"Your key." Demanded Heather, holding out her hand, expecting Jessica to place it there.
"But, it's mine!" Jessica blurted out.
"Who cares! It's not like you need it." Growled Heather.
"And why exactly do you need it?"
"I'm collecting them. I already have two, and they are of more use to me than they are to you. So just hand it over already!"
"No! Get away!" Shouted Jessica, backing up.
"Fine, you've left me no choice!" Shouted Heather pulling out what looked like a green, rectangular gaming system. She held it out with screen facing Jessica. "Reload, Floramon!"
Suddenly a beam of light shot out of the screen and onto the ground before Heather. The beam of light formed into a humanoid-looking plant creature. It was mostly green with red flowers for hands. Its face was covered by a large red flower petal that worked like a mask. The creature itself was fairly smaller than both of the girls, but that didn't make it any less terrifying for Jessica.
"Wh-what is that!" Shouted Jessica.
"This is my Digimon, Floramon," Said Heather, gesturing towards the plant creature "And she's the reason why I need to collect these keys. So please just hand yours over before I take it from you."
"Hey!" Shouted the voice of a teenage boy. Jessica looked over and saw a boy dressed in a white hoodie, blue jeans, and a black beanie ran up to the two. "You sure aren't doing a very good job of following the rules, Heather. Maybe I should take your keys as punishment for this kind of behavior."
"Shut up, Todd. What's the point of these rules anyways. The one who gets all the keys wins. And she doesn't even have a Digimon OR a Digivice yet." Barked Heather towards the mysterious boy.
"Rules are rules, Heather" Said Todd in a smirky tone "I've been nice and left you alone until now, but I won't stand for you attacking a poor, defenseless girl."
Jessica! Are you there! Shouted the same voice that Jessica had heard the voice before. Then the keyhole in the sculpture started to glow violet just like the key.
"Yes, I'm here!" Shouted Jessica towards the keyhole.
"What's happening to the digital gateway" Shouted Heather shielding her eyes from the light.
"A Digimon is coming through it!" Shouted Todd "It must have been too large to just emerge anywhere else!"
