I sat on the window sill, picking the flaking white paint while my skinny form scrunched up in the small space the window offered. I watched the words swim on the pages of an old book I had found in one of our moving boxes which so far- at 3am in the morning- was the only thing I had managed to unpack. Thick, fat snowflakes were highlighted starkly by the moonlight as they lay a fresh blanket of snow over the previous one; I had to admit this town was pretty beautiful even If the higher altitude of the mountains gave me headaches. I glanced over at my bare, skeleton of a bed noticing for the first time my mattress, or any mattress for that matter, was nowhere to be seen. I heaved out a sigh and decided to move myself, all my joints creaked painfully as I moved them for the first time in hours I then began my routine: I clicked my neck, then rolled my shoulders until they loosened, I snapped all my stiff fingers and knuckles, stretched my arms over my head until they popped and then cracked my ankles. Satisfied, I dragged my ancient Red Racer duvet over to a corner of the room snatching a flashlight from a box labelled Eating Utensils, which didn't really make any sense; I curled up into a tight ball holding the light in one hand and the book in the other.
My mom's soft snoring kept me aware that she was still breathing, which is always nice y'know? I scanned the pages, paragraphs, lines, words and letters with ease and swiftness, or as most people I know- or used to know, anyway- would say "Super-Nerd-Fast" or something evenly unintelligent and not offending in the slightest. I pulled on my dark purple beanie so my floppy black curls wouldn't get in my probably bloodshot eyes, the threadbare dark blue carpet gave me no comfort but I didn't move as the pivotal moment in the last 20 pages was approaching, I could tell. The boiler in the house was just about up and running and I was very glad as otherwise I would've probably frozen to death.
700 pages down in 4 hours… Not bad, probably tired because of all that travelling. I laid the book down, not far from where I lay and switched off the flashlight. I turned away from the window as a few bright rays of moonlight streamed through the uncovered glass, my forehead pressed against the cold wall and the old carpet scratched my ankles as I pulled them up against my chin. I folded up my glasses and placed them somewhere near to my left and fell into a light sleep.
A short prologue, every other chapter will be roughly 1000+ words. Submit your OCs, I especially want Jessica Skidmore and Lucas Shaw if you're out there ._. Anyway, read, review and maybe follow it? I don't know, might not be everyone's idea of a riot read, other chapters won't be so formal and detailed I don't think :')
-DDF