Prologue
I stared blankly at my brother. His jaw was crooked from falling. Stupid Goosefeather.
"Oakkit! I'm coming!" Oakkit's crooked jaw made me feel so bad. This was my fault. I almost flew off, and slammed my head into a rock, but I pushed Oakkit in front of me, and now... he looks hideous.
"Stormkit, you jerk! Why'd you push me off? That's mean Stormkit!" Oakkit stormed away. He looked like a storm, with his purple face as the clouds, and his tears as the rain.
"Oakkit! Wait! What'll we tell mom?" I asked, hurrying over to him. He turned around and glared at me.
"We'll tell her I smashed my face in a rock."
Short prologue, I know, SO WHAT? Ch. 2'll be out in a bit. There might be 500 worded chapters, so I can make them quick. :D
