The Storm Chronicles: Missing Alex
I hope you all enjoy this story. I think all good stories start off with a dream. Alex started off as a daydream. She's been a character in my mind for (counts on fingers) 11 monthes.
Four Years Before: Daredevil
It was just late afternoon over Amity Park. The town was quiet. Everyone had gone home from work and started to settle down for the night. Curtains closed, dinner served.
A group of four ten year olds were walking home for the night, after being allowed to see a movie for the first time by themselves. This was the year that most ten year olds were allowed to walk home and see movies.
"That movie was hilarious!" a girl with blonde hair, Alex Score, giggled. She cut in front of her friends, turned to face them, and carried on walking backwards. "When the guy was wearing the dress! Hilarious."
"My favourite part was the popcorn," an African-American boy said.
"Ah jeez, Tucker! The popcorn was your favourite part?" the other girl said, rolling her eyes.
"Sam's got a point, Tucker. Danny, what was yours?" Alex questioned the black-haired boy.
"Probably when the guy was shipped into outer space. Imagine!" Danny wandered off into a daydream featuring outer-space.
They turned the corner, the low sun sending long shadows over the ground.
"We have a few minutes till we get home. Daredevil Contest!" Alex grinned, her blue eyes bright with excitement. They hardly ever played Daredevil, ever since Sam had broken her arm when she had fallen out of a tree a few months ago. Sam shivered at the memory.
"Ok, Alex! I dare you to do five cartwheels down the street!" Tucker exclaimed. Alex grinned, turned around and cart wheeled down the street. She waited at the end of the street, a broad grin stretching across her face.
"Okay, my turn! Danny, I dare..."
"Alex, isn't this your house?" Sam asked, obviously afraid that someone was going to break an arm again. Alex didn't blame her. She was the Daredevil Queen at school, and known to think up very reckless dares, and to take part in even more dangerous ones. Alex had once climbed the school roof, pushed a teacher in the school pool and drank milk through straws up her nose. But she had a nice personality. But Danny always said that the funniest time was when she had accidently replied to their dragon of a Math teacher with sarcasm spread over the top, and only realised what she'd said afterwards. It was pretty funny to watch. Mrs Hatchet had practically erupted with the force of an exploding volcano, which made Alex forgot that she was in trouble and pointed it out. She'd gotten detention for a week.
Alex started and stared up at the door.
"Aw, nuts," she whined, "I was just thinking up the best dare yet! Oh well," she sighed and trudged up the stairs.
Halfway through the front door, however, she turned and waved to her friends. They waved back and she disappeared through the open door.
Alex slowly shut the door behind her, and turned to face the hall. Her younger sister, Karen, sneered out of the living room door.
"Boy, you are in so much trouble," she sneered, an evil look in her eyes. Alex rolled her eyes. Karen liked to wind people up.
"ALEX SCORE! I. AM. GOING. TO. KILL. YOU!" Her mother's voice ripped through the house. Alex winced. Oh, boy, what had she done this time?
Marianne Score was purple in the face.
"How dare you...how dare you steal my makeup!" she fumed. Alex frowned. She didn't wear make-up; she was too much of a tomboy for that. Then she knew. Alex threw a withering glare at Karen. Alex knew exactly who had taken the make-up, but Marianne wouldn't believe her, that was known.
"It wasn't me!" she protested.
"DO NOT LIE IN MY HOUSE, ALEXANDRA CAMRYN SCORE! YOU STOLE THE MAKE-UP AND WRECKED IT, I KNOW IT WAS YOU!"
Alex winced. Marianne was on the rampage.
"But it wasn't me! Can't you see that Karen is wearing make-up right now?!"
"DON'T TRY TO BLAME THIS ON KAREN! SHE'S A SWEET LITTLE GIRL THAT WOULDN'T HURT A FLY! GO TO YOUR ROOM SO I CAN DECIDE ON YOUR PUNISHMENT!" Marianne hollered. Alex turned and stomped up to her room. She threw herself onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. There was the solar system painted on the roof. She remembered that day well, last year in third grade...
"Okay, so maybe let's put Neptune over there...whatcha think" Alex turned to Sam.
"Maybe over there," she pointed, "Hey, look at Danny!" Alex and Tucker spun around. Danny was busy painting a man on the moon. He noticed them staring.
"It's the first man on the moon. You know, "One step for man, one giant leap for mankind"? That's him. Tucker grinned. Sam smiled and put a dab of purple paint onto Tuck's nose.
"Hey!" he squealed.
Alex smiled sadly. That day seemed so long ago. She missed the days when her mom wasn't all hyped up and crazy. Alex didn't know what had set her off, but something had set it off. It was so unfair! Karen and her older brother, Anthony never got yelled at, even though they caused all the trouble, but oh no, it was always Alex's fault. She buried her head in her pillow, not wanting to see and feel the tears that came. Marianne had made her life a misery in the past year. Alex couldn't bear it.
Suddenly she sat up. Alex had family in another country. In fact, all her family lived in the other country. Her grandparents, Aunt Sara, her cousins Mathew and Jeremy... even her friends from before she moved when she was four. They all lived in Canada.
She jumped off of the bed, grabbed her rucksack and scoured the room. She darted around the room, searching for things. She grabbed her mobile and other necessities. Torch, penknife, face towel. She grabbed her water bottle from school and crept into the bathroom to fill it up. Last of all, she emptied her piggy bank. Alex had been saving since she could remember and had quite a lot of cash. She stowed this all into her rucksack. Alex pulled off her cheap tennis shoes, rooted around in her wardrobe until she found her tough trainers and pulled these on. She also pulled on her fleecy jacket.
Satisfied that she was done, she opened the window. It faced into the alley. Alex slowly climbed out, clinging to the drain pipe. Slowly, one step at a time, she clambered down the drain pipe. One story down, one to go. She was trusting her daredevil instinct to guide her.
Alex was four metres above the ground when the drain pipe suddenly slipped from her fingers. She fell, twisting through the air, and landed with a dull thud on the cement. The last thing she remembered seeing was the beautiful twilight night.
Then the darkness closed over.
Finally, my own character! Please, if you like this story, please review it.