It was a rainy Monday within the 'glorious' city of Scottsville, Kentucky; where two girls-who are best friends sat inside of a comfy local McDonald's restaurant. One enjoying a fruit and walnut salad with a diet Coke (for she was vegan), while the other munched on a 20 piece chicken nugget with tangy barbecue sauce and a peppermint mocha.

"Girl, you are too good for him. He checks out every girl he sees, I think I even saw him winking at our school's biggest loser, Lucas Hall!" A very pissed off Hope attempted to reason with her best friend, Ray.

"I'm sure it's just a phase kinda like the cycle of a cell. Anaphase, telophase, or interphase in mitosis. Hope," Ray paused in her speech to lay her tattooed, left hand on Hope's right hand," I appreciate your concern but I'm almost 19. You are 17, do you catch my drift?"

"No, not really. I'm only 17, remember? I must not understand your level of understanding!" A furious Hope exclaims, knocking her salad to the dull gray tile floor, which an employee scurried to tidy up.

"Hope, that isn't what I meant at all! What I meant was that you don't need that kind of stress on you in this point of your life. You graduated just last month. You're not even an adult in the eyes of the law. You,re not even healthy all month round, your diet is quite unhealthy for someone your age." Ray said trying to soothe the angry teenager. Though she would never admit it Hope was like her replacement of her little sister. They both had ash blonde hair and blue eyes, but their personalities were polar opposites. While her true blood sister, Aqua, could be kind she was usually wearing a cold mask over her true feelings. Hope, however, was very mature for her age, hot-headed, and cried if she injured any living animal.

Hope swatted, not aiming to hit, at a fly that had landed on the lid of her cup. "Ditto, I'm an unhealthy almost adult who can't help her best friend with a simple task." Flipping her ash blonde hair over her shoulder pushed her chair back and muttered an apology and with a quick nod of her head fled the cozy restaurant to the pouring rain that awaited her. She would never own up to fleeing, so Ray always described it as a retreat. Ray was also used to these actions, when Hope was in an avoidable situation she fled, err, retreated. While Hope was obviously getting soaked in the downpour, Ray ordered another peppermint mocha to sip upon.


'Stupid Ray, I'll show her that I'm not some irresponsible brat.' Hope's mind screeched at her. Within a moment's notice her light pink American Eagle sweater was already soaked, giving her body constant chills as she confidently walked back to her motel room, which was three blocks at most away. Her phone started to ring.

"I've Got The Whole
World In Front Of Me
I'm Not Letting Go 'Til I Say

This Is My Life
I've Got It All
Right In Front Of Me
I Won't Let It Go
There's No Way"

With anger fulling her actions she snatched the phone out of her pocket of her ripped Levi jeans, "Yes, who is calling my phone on this lovely day?"

"Child, you are a perfect match to what I've searched for." An ancient, coarse voice replied.

"Who is this? and what in the hell do you mean?" Hope questioned the mysterious caller.

The caller laughed. A laughter filled with bitter amusement. "Who? More like what! I'm the one who chooses if you awake on the 'morrow's eve. If and how you shall die. I am Fate, my child and you shall be my champion. You shall change a tale that brews disaster at every wake, one that which the innocent are all subject to an unknown enemy."

"This isn't funny. This is rude and wrong. I'm on-" Hope with tears swelling in her eyes slammed her phone on the concrete and proceeded to stomp it to pieces. Terrified she ran to her sanctuary, her motel room. Her heartbeat pounding in her ears, the plump raindrops stinging her face, the sound of her gasping for the now dry, flat air; all this seemed distant now. Then... darkness.


"Hey, are you alive?" The voice was all I heard after what I guess is a blackout. I immediately

"Poke her with a stick!" Another voice said. They continued to bicker back and forth.

"What, Dude, why would I do that?"

"She might be dead! We need a place to dump the dead body! And a story!""

"What dead body, Rigby?"

A nearly contagious laugh, "exactly."

Suddenly I was filled with newly found energy. And like any completely sane person I jumped up and screamed, "I'm not dead you fucking bastards."

They exchanged bemused glances and burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. "You... youre pretty funny!" The smaller of the two-a raccoon-exclaimed.

"And you're fucking short! Now where the hell am I?" I scream at the raccoon.

"Um, well excuse me. But you're shorter than Mordecai here." The raccoon screeched in reply.

"Who the hell is 'Mordecai'?" I ask to piss him off further, I'm not going to be nice to somebody who was going to dump my corpse.

"Dude, lay off. She has to be confused, waking up in a strange place." The blue jay, whom I assume is Mordecai, snaps shutting Rigby up. He turns to me," this is the park and you kinda just, well how do I put this, fell from the sky. And before you ask; I'm Mordecai and my friend here is Rigby."

"Nice to meet you," I greet in attempt to break the ice. The blue jay, Mordecai, was pretty attractive. But he was a bird. "Wait, did you happen to see a girl with shoulder length purple hair with me? She was wearing a hot pink corset and a really short black skirt." I interrogated Mordecai and Rigby.

"Well, no you kinda fell from the sky, remember?" Rigby snapped.

"Did you fall from from the sky or were you just born as short as you are at this very moment?" I Attempted at a joke, and miserably failed.

"Okay, but you're an Avian too, so was your friend human?" Mordecai looks kinda confused.

"Nice try but we both are human." I smile a cheesy grin.

"Look, your causing trouble at the park by distracting the employees. I suggest you leave." A fiery voice boomed behind me.

"Well, shit..." We three -me, Mordecai, and Rigby- mutter in unison.


So how did you people like it? I think it went well, don't you? I'm not exactly great at writing fanfics but you know. 'If you want to become better you must practice.' So constructive criticism is welcome, feel free to leave your thoughts on my work. R/R