My first story, it's about an average teenage girl, bored with her life and her school. She wants out and is granted an opportunity that could be deadly. Will she take it? Where is she taken and what will happen?
I don't own any characters or settings or the KH plot. I do however own a computer and the main character that I made up.
Chapter 1: Strange Things
Okay, today school sucks! It started off cool, my class had P.E: Indoor Hockey and our team kicked ass!! Then we have Maths, with the teacher that gets really angry if you get a question wrong, but says it's okay to make 'mistakes'. What's up with that? Then Interval and now double Science with our crazy, psycho, senile teacher. Gosh; someone shoot me NOW!
"Come on, Alice" Christina, my friend, says yanking my arm and dragging me toward the science lair- I mean LAB. Oh alright I admit it, science would be a cool subject without our dumb teacher. But I do pass all my tests, well me and Aisha, we always cheat off each other. Yeah we're sly, and the teacher's half blind.
Our class enters the lab and we do our ritual: 1. Get out books. 2. Put bag in cubby hole. 3. QUIETLY take a seat and sit patiently waiting for the teacher to start the lesson. Well, maybe in another alternate world. What we really do is: Come in after spending a couple of minutes hiding outside the class from our teacher. Grab our books, spending maybe 10 minutes of the lesson blaming the teacher for losing them when actually they're probably in our bags. Sit down on the most uncomfortable stools ever, still yelling and laughing hysterically. Get threatened by the teacher with, punishment sheets, detention and the Disciplinary Deputy Principal, or DDP. You'd think most of us would have grown up by now huh?
Did I mention its Friday? I know. FRIDAY. Everyone looks forward to Friday's; you know the day before Saturday, the first day of the weekend. The school thought it would be funny to put a whole lot of annoying subjects together on what should be the best day, for school anyway. How cruel is that? And it's winter, cold, but not snowing. Doesn't snow where I come from. THANK GOODNESS. Because our school is in a town placed in a big dip/valley thing and it's either really cold or really warm, usually in the same day. More cold in the winter.
Our school's not HUGE only four hundred people, it's a high school with 13yr olds to 17/18yr olds. It's a boy's and girl's school with about fifty teachers and staff (no joke). We wear uniform and it actually isn't that bad, compared to our rival school, where the girls have to wear dorky skirts past their knees and they have a different uniform for all the seasons, for P.E and sports day AND swimming. So to put it bluntly, they're the rich school and we're the⦠not so rich school.
Anyway, Science. We're meant to be copying down the objectives on the board and writing down the words in the 'special' activity book. And only the really, really smart goodie-good, suck ups do so in silence. My friends (the little of them I have) and I usually make fun of our teacher by whispering things in a mock of her accent. She also has an eye problem so when she's reading a book, she has to put the book right up to her face, and it's too hard to resist mocking that.
My friend starts mocking her height and I can't help myself and burst out laughing. It echoes in the silence. The teacher's glare penetrates my invisible barrier, and I'm open. But the damage has already been done. The class erupts and paper is thrown in both rock and plane form, all around the room. Spitballs fly through the air and land on faces or the whiteboard at the front of the class. People start using books as their small shields and little imitation baseball bats. Thank goodness this is the only class we really miss-behave in.
The idiot that is supposed to be the most popular boy in our class (lets say I'm not in that group, only because I don't like acting like an idiot or slut to get a guy to ask me out) makes a dumb remark and gets told off. I laugh pointing at him and Aisha laughs too, maybe a little too hard but we make our point.
"Hey you, don't you laugh, you have worn my patients' thin" Our teacher says.
"What did we do Miss" Aisha and I say in unity.
Two things we did wrong talked and said 'Miss' instead of 'Mrs'.
"Get in the back room now!" She yells. You know about the eye problem. Well the other part is when she's talking to you; you're not sure if she's speaking to you, or the person sitting next to you, so we just sat there and the whole class goes silent, watching in anticipation.
"Go on, or do you want to see the Principal?"
"Who are you talking to Miss?" I ask, already in enough shit, I might as well say it again.
"Don't back chat me young lady, now go" she says to me. A whole three years I've been in her class and she still hasn't bothered to learn my name, she knows everyone else's.
I get up and take my books with me into the back room. What she hasn't figured out is that getting sent to the back room is kind of like a right-of-passage. Everyone cheers as I walk, smiling, head held high, through the door, but I'm not sure if their cheering because I pissed off the teacher, or because I got sent away.
I hadn't really pissed the teacher off enough to get sent into the back room before. I herd stories such as 'you can smell a dead body in there' and 'if you're quiet enough, you can hear the moans and howls of the spirits trapped in that room'.
First-hand experience taught me it's all a load of bull-shit; it's just really cold storage room that smells of rusting tri-pods.
The purpose of this 'punishment' is to separate a miss-behaving child from the rest of the class so they can get the work assigned done. All it does is gives the naughty kid's a break from real work because the teacher pretty much forgets you're in there and, it gives you an opportunity to bunk without getting caught because of the backdoor. If you do decide to bunk, you got to hope like hell one of your mates will grab you're bag for you after the lesson.
When you hear shuffling feet and see someone appear at the door you know Miss has gone out of the room for a bit. At this particular point the idiot that I laughed at was standing at the door saying "Aha, Shame, you got told off!" Lame.
"Shut up dick, piss off" I reply lamely.
Then I hear a "Leave her alone bro!" It was one of those rare other non-idiotic boys.
"SHUT THAT DOOR! What are you doing out of your seat. Go sit down!" Miss comes back and yells at Dickhead.
"Shame" I mutter as he closes the door and walks away.
I sit in the silence, feeling like a gust of cold wind had just hit me but it's just the room and the slight gap between the floor and the door letting the outside air rush in. I start wishing that somebody would burst through the door and take me away from this boredom I call my life.
Suddenly a dark and scary vortex emerges in front of me. I stand up, not knowing what the hell to expect, then, it happens. A body strolls out of the darkness like it's some sort of portal.
The person steps closer to me and holds out its hand.
"Come with me" a male voice booms with a slight accent. I'm wide-eyed in disbelief and manage to stutter a response.
"Wah- the hell?" He grabs my arm and I feel the hand enclose around my arm.
"Wh- Buh-but, people will n-notice that I'm g-gone" I stutter slightly shocked.
"Haha, look" he says pointing out the little window to the class I was rudely separated from. I see everyone as they usually are, except, no movement. They're all motionless and the birds outside are floating in mid-air, not going anywhere.
"Why?" I ask.
"Look, I don't have time for this, actually I've got the time in the world, but you see, it's not my place to say" he whispers cheekily making me a bit frustrated. But I'm curious and it's like my wish has been granted so I let him drag me away into the vortex, into the unknown.
Sorry for the drawn out Chapter.
Please Review and share your ideas, I need awesome and wonderful ideas. Anything that pops into your minds will be very helpful.
I promise there will be more KH in the next chapter; this was supposed to set things out, give you an idea of the person.
