Chapter 1- Marvelous Mondays
"Kaylee get down here right now!" yelled my mother.
It was early on a Monday morning and I didn't feel like getting up. It didn't really help that it was pouring outside and my bus was going to come in five minutes. I guess I overslept.
"I'm coming mom!" I yelled as I jumped tried to jump out of my bed; instead I ended up in a heap of tangled sheets on the ground. I clumsily got ready for school, but not soon enough since I could see my bus coming up the road as I glanced out my window. I ran out the door, skidded around the corner and practically flew down the stairs. Today just wasn't my lucky day though, because I ran outside as the bus was pulling away from the stop. My mom's car was in the shop so I would have to walk.
"Oh JOY!" I screamed sarcastically as I started the slow, wet trek to school. But, that wouldn't last long since someone absolutely loved me today. Note the sarcasm. I heard something, turned quickly and lost my balance just as a car skidded across around the corner and headed straight for me. But luckily for me it missed. Instead of being hit by a car I stumbled backwards, fell over the guard rail, and rolled down a rocky hill. Then I was pitched forward into a tree far below where I stayed for a minute and then fell, landing on my head. And sure enough, I couldn't land on the grass a few feet over, I had to land in mud.
"JUST GREAT! NOW I'M BLEEDING, MY HEAD HURTS, AND I LOOK LIKE A MUD MONSTER THING-A-MA-BOB!" I screeched at the top of my lungs (which is pretty loud). Though, I guess yelling wasn't the best thing to do, since it attracted these strange smelly creatures that looked like they were six feet tall. They had there butt-ugly faces with horrid yellow, brown and green pointy teeth. They also had weapons. But, they weren't the kind of weapons you see people with nowadays, they had swords and bows and arrows. By now I was done with my little tantrum and was scared stiff. Seriously, I tried running but I couldn't move my legs; that's how scared I was, or maybe it was just the mud. So, I did the only thing that came to my mind. I screamed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Even as I was still screaming those creatures around me were dropping like flies with arrows sticking out of them (though it was probably also due to their smell; seriously, haven't they ever heard of baths?). Even after they were all dead I still screamed, until someone put a hand over my mouth, which I promptly licked. They quickly removed their hand in disgust.
"Why did you lick my hand," asked a voice from somewhere around me (I couldn't tell where since I think I damaged my ears with all my screaming). I looked upward and asked, "Is that you Santa?"
Of course, it wasn't since 1) it wasn't December, and 2) it didn't sound like a jolly old man. I tried to get out of the mud and succeeded in getting one foot out. It make that cool noise to, so I stuck my foot in the mud again and pulled it out, only this time my shoe didn't come out with it.
"Noooooooo, Lefty!" I sobbed, looking for my right shoe. Yes, I named my right shoe Lefty. My left shoes name is Bartholomew. I finally found Lefty and threw him out of the mud so he wouldn't get lost again. Then somehow I managed to get myself out of the mud without getting my right foot all muddy, though it got like that anyway when I put my foot in my shoe. Now that I was out of the mud, I looked around to see who had helped me and saw two men standing a bit away from me giving me strange looks. I smiled at them like a Cheshire cat and waved stupidly.