Black cats and unexplained disappearances
Yay! This is my first Eragon fanfic! I've wanted to write one for a while, now but haven't been able to think of a good idea! Just a few things to say before the story starts,
Yes, I did write an Eragon fanfic a little while ago, but it was really bad and I deleted it, but I swear I won't delete this one!
This is sort of my never-going-to-happen version of book three
Some of the story is written through newspapers.
A lot of the characters are based off real people
Erika is slightly based off of one of my best friends because she likes phantom of the opera so much
Alieina is based off another of my best friends.
Leah is also based off one of my best friends!
So is Jennat.
One of the villains is based off my little sister. I know what you're thinking. She's not that evil. I just wanted to base the villain off her.
I own nothing except my own ideas. No one can take them away from me!
Ok, now that I've wasted five inches of space, let's get started!
It was a dark night, but inside the house, nobody noticed. Night lights glimmered reassuringly in the kids' rooms and a T.V. glowed softly in the parent's room. The house was quiet, except for the sound of the tree blowing against one of the windows. It was a darkly ominous night, a dark premonition of what was to happen the next day.
When the sun rose the next morning, however, the day was the sort of day that could best be described as the sort of day people were expected to get a promotion, or get straight A's on their report card.
Not as the sort of day 28 people would be yanked out of their lives and thrust into the sort of turmoil they could never have imagined.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. The day was a normal sort of day for early spring. I woke up at five to take a shower, eat breakfast, and look for my backpack. (How was it I managed to lose my backpack every single day?)
When I walked into the sixth grade line at my school, I was feeling cheerful. I had found my backpack in only five minutes, so I had had time to watch T.V. before school. I hadn't missed the bus, and we were having our in school fun fair later that day.
As I stepped off the bus, chatting to Erika, a girl in my class about the math homework from the night before, I was feeling pretty good.
Erika was talking. "Do you think he'll take points off because I drew Erik all over the page?"
"That depends. Did you draw him dropping the chandelier on the answers again?"
"No, but I-"
Suddenly we both jumped back, screaming. A shadow black cat, lean, with matted hair, dashed past us, hackles raised.
I didn't say anything, because I knew what she was thinking.
Black cat are bad luck.
The conversation resumed its natural course.
"See," I said, "I told you I owned a copy of the phantom of the opera D.V.D." I took said movie out of my backpack and showed her.
"Fine, but I bet it isn't the special two disk edition…"
But we soon stopped speaking.
The black cat still weighed heavily on our minds.
After a few hours of mind numbing social studies, math, and reading, however, the black cat was the last thing on my mind. I just wanted to get to the funfair. My class was doing a play, and even though it was about the thirteen original colonies, it was better than cross-multiplication.
Finally, our teacher, Mr. Burgton, looked up at the clock and told us to line up quietly and head down to the gym, where we'd be doing the play.
Ten minutes later, we were all backstage (the 'stage' actually consisted of a sheet hung from the ceiling that blocked half the gym.) getting ready. Fortunately, I didn't have an actual part; I was just supposed to walk across the stage between scenes with signs saying what the scenes were.
I walked to the back of the stage, narrowly avoiding Charlie (Who was dressed up as the state of Virginia. Ha Ha.)
I sat down next to Alieina, Leah, and Jennat, who were in charge of rearranging scenery between scenes. Alieina was rereading Eldest, which lay open on her lap. Last year our teacher read Eragon to us, and as a result a lot of us were fans.
The play was about to start. I heard the usual scuffling by the edge of the stage as the boys argued over whom got to stand in the front, and then…
We were all sucked into another world.
NEGLIGANT TEACHER TO FACE KIDNAPPING TRIALS!
Jake F. Burgton, a sixth grade teacher at Willowbrook elementary school will come before court in one month's time to face accusations made against him by angry parents after his entire class was reported missing at 11:46 A.M. Monday, April 15. Also missing is- (Continued page 7)
