A/N Hey guys, welcome to reading my first fanfiction! Unfortunately, I might not get to update regularly due to school and internet problems, but I will do the best I can to try and continue writing. Please go easy on me because I don't think I am exactly the best of writers…
Also tell me about any errors you find so I might fix them. Well, here you go.
Chapter 1: The Beginning at the End
Wind. That's all I felt as I rushed along like everybody else in this world. Not actual winds if that's what you were wondering, just figurative. Well, I guess it could be called literal too because I am running at the moment. I was the average male teenager with the average color brown hair, blue eyes, 14 years of age and in high school with some pretty… different?... friends. Not exactly different in a bad way, I don't really know how to explain it. However, in my friends' eyes, I was the weird, creepy, and yes, the different one.
This morning, I woke up like usual, under my mattress to the annoying beep of the alarm clock across the room. Groaning in protest, I pushed the warm bulk of my bed off of me and stepped into the cold, morning air to turn off the noise-maker that I despised with passion. Sometimes I hated myself for being so clever. When I was around ten, I came up with the idea to place my alarm on the opposite side of the room so that when I went to turn it off, I couldn't go back to sleep because I had to walk aaaalllll the way over and aaaalllll the way back.
Again normal. Normal breakfast, normal toiletries, normal car ride. Possibly the only thing that set me apart from others was my abnormally good grades. I was a freshman in high school and so far this term, I had straight A+'s in all advanced classes. Not a genius though which really bummed me out. In fact, for my intellect group I was average.
Sometimes I would wonder what I could do to make me unique so I tried many different things like music, racing, art, and sports. As for sports, I was overjoyed when I found out I wasn't in the middle for cross country running, but then I realized. I was in the bottom half. And so here I am, sprinting like a madman to try and keep up with my teammates but still falling behind.
A few months ago, you could say I had begun at the end of the group for the first time ever. High school was a whole new perspective of personalities and opportunities. The first practice I was feeling determined to succeed, be better than some other people for a change. This is when things started to go downhill. Wheezing and huffing, I came out of the trail to find everyone already there. Being shy, I didn't have anyone to talk to so I just stood there waiting for my parents to come.
If you are observant, you've probably noticed I am using past-tense for all of this, but be patient. I'm not done just yet.
I was stunned. I couldn't believe I was last for a change and not in the middle. I finally had something to work for! But some things are not meant to happen. Normally, there are three ways of doing things; the easy way, the medium way, and the hard way. For me, it's a little different. One job, one way of doing it. It seemed nothing ever changed when I was there, like it was in some sort of stasis. Always in the middle, or in this case, last.
"Come on kid," the coach yelled in my direction," It can't be possible for someone to be that slow!"
I took the criticism and just kept going. That seemed to be all I would ever do. A little earlier, I mentioned things going downhill, yes? Well, they totally did. Since nothing changed for me, I was stuck as the same person through high school while I was forced to watch as my friends slowly turned different. I successfully became the bottom of everything, someone to look down on and not just look at. Have you ever felt like you needed something to change? Because I did, badly.
The loud noise of the coach yelling at me snapped me out of my daze. We had just finished the last leg of the trail and once finished, I collapsed on the ground panting like a dog. I guess being tall and skinny doesn't make you instantly good at running.
"Awhwha!"
The person who just screamed was my acquaintance Joey getting hit by my friend Adam. Joey was one of those tall and pale, skinny people who thinks he is tougher than everybody else because he gets hurt more often. In fact, once he punched me and hurt himself in the process. As for the shriek of pain, have you ever heard something so annoying that you couldn't put it into words? Yeah, that is his kind of voice, normally. Combine that with the fact that he talks way too much about irrelevant things and you have ear bleeding.
Adam was a short, but fast kid who could run with the top athletes if he wanted to. Always messing with Joey and stopping his output before it could do any damage. Adam was the kind of guy who would joke about anything and everyone always found it funny. Even though all their traits don't really match with my sarcastic personality, they seem drawn to me.
"Ouwohoho! AAAHHH!" I chuckled quietly because Joey just got hit in the gut by Adam. Joey, having enough of Adam's punches, came over and started conversing with me.
"Hey Tristan! Watcha' doing this weekend," questioned Joey. "Nothing much. You?" I asked him back. He didn't reply so I asked Adam who also replied that he had nothing going on. "I know!" Joey yelled loudly," Let's hang out at my house!"
I wasn't so sure but when Adam said yes, I was roped in or else face embarrassment.
JOEY'S HOUSE:
After arriving at Joey's house and finding Adam already there, we played some board games for a while (I know). Pretty soon, we all hated each other.
"Hey guys," I asked slowly. They both replied, "Yeah?" "Let's have us a little challenge. The first person to the neighbor's house wins and is right about almost everything for the rest of the night." I knew I would win because for some reason, I knew Joey's neighborhood better than he did.
"Tristan, it's night remember," said Adam.
"Yeah, are you scared?" Implying that he was. Normally, I was the guy who just let things happen and not do anything crazy but tonight was strange, like there was some sort of force driving me to do differently.
"READY SET GO!" I called behind me as I was already out the door, running from the footsteps that were trailing. Joey lived in the countryside which normally means that the houses are farther apart than other places. I gained the lead and heard the footsteps fade into the distance meaning I was running better than normal. I thought to myself, must be the night air.
I was just about to get to Joey's neighbor when I fell. I didn't really have the best of night vision due to me wearing glasses… Wow, almost finished with the first chapter and you still don't know how I fully look. I had fallen into the trench they were digging for the drainage system! I fell in after that lag time of when you know you're going to fall but are still waiting and braced for impact, but it never came.
Wind. That's all I felt as I rushed along like everybody else in this world. Not actual winds if that's what you were wondering, just figurative. But then I realized, they were literal, and fast!
I opened my eyes only to have them forced closed by the wind but not before I got a glimpse of the ground. I opened my eyes again, this time keeping them open and noticed that the ground was getting larger? A jolt of fear and a mental face palm later, I realized I was falling!... like through the sky and stuff!
There was a large pain in the back of my skull and I winced but that was nothing compared to my current problems. Screaming like a sissy (which is something I take pride in because no one else can), I rushed towards cloud layer. Feeling light-headed from my idiotic shrieking, I plopped onto and straight through the clouds. These objects offered some resistance which confused me a lot. Clouds can't stop anything? I thought to myself.
These thoughts flew out of my mind when I remembered falling. "Since I passed the cloud layer," I reasoned," doesn't the ground come next?" My eyes shot open for the third time as I crashed into branches and twigs of the trees below. Landing hard on my back, a large shot of pain filled my body and my vision blurred. There were more minor bumps and landings until I hit the ground hard with a large, tear-inducing thump.
After a while of lying in the pain, I learned that my leg was twisted in an odd way. "After that catastrophe, everything is probably broken."
Meekly groaning for help in the pestilential wind, I feared I would not be heard at all. My vision was fading fast and I passed out in the night, wishing that I had stayed normal instead of what I did.
E/N: Hi again guys and gals! Like I said before, I won't be able to publish regularly so you have to be patient. Please tell me if it was good and possibly even if it was too long or short. Yes, my first fanfic is a HiE, but we all need a place to start. I hope you enjoy.
~Fictionbrony