Okay, my newest story and my firts Animorphs one, YAY!!!! This is a collection of oneshots/drabbles (similar to I Want) based off the song 'My Alien' by Simple Plan. I'm not a consistant writer, and i have a huge problem with keeping myself dedicated to my stories, so lots of reviews, even if they're all from the same person are really appreciated.
Depending on the popularity of this (I know for a fact that there aren't as many Animorphs readers as there are Hight School Musical readers), I might start dedicating chapters to reviewers to show my appreciation for you guys. This chapter is short and not all that good, but I'm still trying to get a feel for Animorphs-style writing, so please cut my some slack for the first few chapters. Also, not that it really matters, but I haven't actually read all of the Animorphs books, but I do know how the series ends and stuff.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"I'm sick of being alone, when are you coming home?"
I sat on my bedroom floor at the foot of my bed, my knees hugged to my chest. Only an hour ago I'd just gotten home from our latest mission, one that involved all of us jumping from a 25 storey building in battle morphs, and demorphing then remorphing to birds as we fell. Needless to say the mission hadn't succeeded. And inevitably tomorrow we'd all be called to meet at Cassie's barn, and we'd have to organise our next move.
As much as I enjoyed the feeling of winning – the pure confidence and power of being a grizzly, being able to destroy enemies with one bash from my paw – I hated the losing just as badly. Every win brought us closer to the end of this war, back to our normal lives, to time where my life revolved around gymnastics, school grades and the new cute exchange student. But in the same way every loss distanced us from that even further.
Marco thinks that I enjoy the war – the fighting, the strength, the power. And I do, I guess. I like that feeling of being able to make decisions. I'm a strong person, a leader, so it suits me to be able to choose for other people. It's like I was born to do this… that doesn't mean that I want it though.
A soft breeze drifted in through the open window, and I looked up, half-wishing that the gust would bring Tobias. He'd promised to visit me, he'd promised to talk to me, and I trusted him to keep that promise. I just wasn't sure how long he'd take.
When the wind paused, and no bird came swooshing around the corner and through my window, I looked back down at my feet.
All I was wearing was an old nightgown with a jacket over the top; it was a cold night. Sadly, I was lacking a pair of warm shoes, so my feet were freezing in the night air. If I was smart I might've closed my window. But closing the window would've been like giving up hope.
He'd promised.
Another breeze blew in, carrying bits of leaves with it. Again I looked up, wishing for a flash of red tail, a pair of open wings.
Neither came.
I sighed and leant back against the foot of my bed, tilting my head back and letting my knees flop back to the ground.
My entire body was exhausted; I could feel my eyes drooping.
But still I waited. He was coming – I knew he was. I just didn't know when.
Was that okay? It's difficult to relate back to the title, but I hope it worked well enough. Review?
