Not what I planed.
Chapter 1: Insert scream of choice here.
I don't own Yugioh. Slight Puzzleshipping and Tendershipping. Don't like, don't read.
Emalean pov
My name is Emalean Chance, I'm fifteen years old. I am attending a psycho ward of a high school. The name of which I can't offer. This story starts on the Friday before a three day weekend. I was planning on spending all three days with my best friend. But, that was interrupted by the fact that I fell ill on that Friday.
"Come on, Lean, you have to come tonight!" whined my best friend Marsh. Her whining was doing nothing for my major headache, and somehow I didn't think a loud party would help much more. "Sorry, Marsh. I'm way to sick. No way my mom will let me out of bed let alone the house." I said rubbing my throat as it got more painful. I heard Marsh groan in annoyance "Gods, it's just a little head cold. That shouldn't stop you from having fun." I rolled my eyes "Marsh, your definition of fun is my mom and I's definition of certifiable. I'd like to come home in one piece, please." she began to laugh. In the end, it was not party for me, but she would stop by with party favors and, of course, airhead, nerds, sprees, and enough skittles to feed two million families for eighteen years. She also promised the new Pokemon, Harry Potter, and Tim Burton movies.
I had agreed to ask my mom to let her stay with us for the weekend so we could have our fun. After we received permission we started our own, way funner, party in my room. Mom popped in with snacks every once in a while, but nothing really weird happened until we were in the middle of Harry Potter and the goblet of fire. We were at the scene where Harry was about to go against his dragon, when a huge earth-quack hit. I squealed as the violent shacking tossed me out of my bed and onto Marsh. I got off her quickly and ran to the window.
There was a gaping hole in my front yard. I ran outside and stood near the edge. Marsh was right behind me. We peeked in and almost at once jumped back in shock and fear. A huge figure of a man flew out of the chasm. We stared as it flew a little ways away from us and knelt, placing something gently on the ground. The man, if you could call him that, was huge, with robes of deep purple. His hood was up, so I couldn't see his face or hair. My attention went to the thing, or person, he just laid down. It was a boy, about my age, with crazy spiked hair in three different colors. Around his neck was an upside-down pyramid on a solid chain. I took a step closer and the man turned and vanished into thin air. "Oooookkkkaaayyyy, that enough weirdness for me." said Marsh.
She grabbed my hand and we ran into my house. I peeked out the window on the front door. The boy was still lying there, asleep if not dead. I bit my lip and went out carefully. "Any false move out of him and you scream bloody murder. Got it." I muttered to Marsh who nodded. We both approached with caution. When we were close enough, we saw he was breathing. I looked at Marsh, she returned the look.
I knelt down and touched his face. He was warm. I started to pull away when an other figure appeared. This one was a tall woman who was split in half one side dark with a demon wing, the other bright with an angel wing. She placed another boy on the ground. This one had long white hair and pale skin. I made my way to him as well. He was breathing "I think they're okay." I said. My voice cracked because my sore throat decided to kick in and remind me I shouldn't be under this much stress. 'This weekend is going to be longer then I thought.'
