Alright guys, this is my first fic, and hopefully a good one. I've wanted to write something for a while, but until now haven't had the willpower to do so. So here goes.


My feet trudge aimlessly down the puddle-littered sidewalk. The gentle rain tapping steadily at my coat. My book bag hangs heavy at my side. I swear it's five pounds heavier than it was this morning, but whatever. I can handle it.

I hear his big feet stride up beside me. He stays just out of sight from behind my hood, but I don't turn my head to look at him. My amber eyes remain on the locked on the path ahead.

"So," My silence means nothing to him. "How much homework did you get?"

I can feel that bloody grin staring into me without even looking. I sigh, "Ms. Hook loaded us with work, and I've already got an assignment in Geometry."

He chuckles. "Oh poor thing!" I feel his clawed hand on my shoulder. "You're just a freshman, Ginger. You haven't seen anything yet."

"Ha!" I scoff. "Just a freshman?!" I turn to meet his violet gaze. One pair of arms on my hips, and the other crossed confidently in front of me. "I'll have you know, I'm the freshest freshman this school will ever see! And your senior crap will have nothing to face my majesty!"

I can see it in his eyes. He's holding back hysterical laughter. It'd probably be the greatest laugh of his life if my tiny self wasn't threatening to gouge his eyes out.

I turn on my heel (well, technically toe. My feet are made so that my heels can't touch the ground) and continue walking.

"How was Spanish?" He asks as he catches up to me.

"'In this class you will learn to read and speak the language of monsters from the Spanish country. Please open your books to page 2.'" I drawl in a bored, wish-for-death tone. "Sounded like he'd been saying the same thing for a thousand years."

He nods. "Same speech with me, but that's just Mr. Tappr for you." A snicker laces his words. "I'm sure soon you'll be getting the 'crazy will not be tolerated' lecture. For whatever reason he finds this is very important to convey."

"Uh-huh, sure."

But before he can comment on my sarcasm, we're climbing the stone steps of a glorious Victorian mansion. Yes. This is what I call home.

I lower my hood, my orangey-red hair still perfectly dry, whereas the purple behemoth next to me is sopping wet. The floodlights click on, silently welcoming us home. As I step inside, the familiar, expensive scent of home comes wafting around me. The soft light of a chandelier reflects wonderfully off of my olive green skin. A calm sense seems to float through the whole house.

"At the door, Johnny." A voice calls from inside.

He growls from behind me, not even having a chance to step in the door.

I chuckle. "Told ya you should've packed a coat, Big Brother."

He glowers at me before taking the chance to flick loose droplets of water at my nose.

"Hey!" I shout, but can't help laughing at his grumpy, drenched from. I hand him a towel, then scamper off to my room to put my stuff away. And to change into something comfier, that rain still got me cold and damp.


Well then. That's day one. Only 179 more to go.

"I'm a freshman." I tell myself as I stare blankly into a shadowy corner of my room. "I'm a bloody freshman."

My bag that's been stuffed with the first day's work sits silently at my desk. The wet clothes I'd worn this morning are now in the hamper, and I'd slipped on a cozy red cardigan.

"Freshman. I'm a f…"

"Hey freshman, get out here! Mom's been calling you for the last five minutes!" Johnny yells through my door.

"Alright, alright I'm coming!"

I open my door to find his giant shadow looming over me. "Freshman." He grins.

"Senior." I stick my tongue out. "You can't compete with me."

"You wanna bet?" Before I can say crap he's snatched me up from where I was standing and clenched me in a head lock.

"LET ME GO JOHNNY!" But he's three times my size, and if he wanted could probably crush my ribs right now. He takes his claws and mercilessly ruffles my perfectly brushed hair. "No no no no no no no NO! You've gone too far!"

"Put her down." Mom scolds from downstairs. I am saved. Johnny knows this isn't over. I've lived with him for thirteen years and he's not once gotten away with messing up my hair. I'll wait until just the right moment to exact my ruthless revenge.

"Ginger, dear, how was school?" My mom's silky voice coos as she sets plates down at the table. She's built like me; reasonably small, slim, long tail, red hair, and big pointy ears, but she has horns more alike to Johnny's, compared to mine, which are a pale gold and lay back against my head.

"Fine. Just fine." I say flatly as I pick up my plate.

But of course this is my mother, Shirley Worthington, I'm talking to. She won't let me off that easy. "Well, tell me about it. 'Fine' doesn't tell me anything."

I smile. Mom is so cute when she pushes for details like this. It's almost hard to believe she's a scarer, with those wide lavender eyes and soft smile. "I counted eight times that people hesitated to say my name."

"That's a record isn't it?" Her ears prick and her voice is laced with a hint of annoyance.

"Yeah…" For whatever reason, my whole life my name has been a bit of a stumble. 'Ginger' obviously isn't a common name, but no one ever believes me, asking me to be serious, or what my real name is. And then there's the fact that I'm my brother's younger sister. Monsters will almost choke on their words when I tell them I'm a Worthington.

"I don't know what's so hard about it." I look up from staring down at my toes to see Mom's ears laid back. "You're my daughter, Ginger Ale Worthington. Nothing about that is going to kill you."

"Don't be so sure about that Mom." Johnny says as he walks into the kitchen. "This is Ginger we're talking about." He walks up behind me and pats my head.

I glare at him and internally scream 'If you touch me one more time I WILL kill you!'.

He seems to get the message and refuses to make eye contact with me for the rest of the night.


My small form crawls silently down the hall. I reach the door, and slip myself into the pitch black room. Heavy breathing rumbles throughout the space, the monster that it belongs to lies like a lump on the bed. My light sensitive eyes glance to the clock; 5:47. I smirk to myself. Perfect.

I stalk up beside him, and lean over just above his polished mahogany horns.

"BIG BROTHER WAKE UP IT'S MORNING!"

I mercilessly yank him out of bed. He yelps as his bulk hits the floor with an enormous thud.

"Good morning sleepyhead. Did you have any good dreams?"

He just stares up at me. His wide, violet eyes are unreadable. "Soon you will be begging for death."


Okay, there it is! The first chapter of my first fic. I hope you all like this. I will admit, I'm not actually a freshman yet, so if I got this wrong I'll come back in a month and fix it. I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible, but until then I'd like to hear what you guys think. Well then, Elf out!