The Beginning
Chapter 1: The Beginning
It was a normal day for me at my high school, or as normal as a day can be when you have digital art class twice, both first and last period, you're suffering from lack of caffeine, and your school happens to be in Spryfield. I was on the bus home when suddenly I realized I was supposed to meet my dad at the mall so we could go grocery shopping. Now you might think why would this teenage girl go shopping for groceries of all things, with her father of all people. Well I'll tell you, ever since my mom moved out it's been me and my dad, way out in the boondocks, a.k.a. the village (AN: I wouldn't call it a town, it's too bloody small and fifteen minutes drive to the nearest public bus top) called Ketch Harbor, and we're stuck out there without a car, so we only go grocery shopping once a month. So in order to get some of the food I like, or at least put my opinion in on what we eat I have to go grocery shopping too, not to mention I'm a bit of a daddy's girl, and kinda weird.
"Shit on a stick" I muttered under my breath "now I have to get off the bloody bus." So muttering random Elvish insults to myself I got off the bus and walked to the nearest public bus stop. There I waited for a half an hour for the bus to come, repeatedly calling myself an idiot and earning several weird stares from passers by. Looking up the road and seeing the bus was finally coming so I stepped toward the curb edge, little did I know that there was a slippery spot right where I stepped, and the bus driver is one of those who doesn't stop till the last second; and wouldn't you know it his brakes failed just as I fell in front of the bus. The last thing I thought was 'oh great' before I heard a squishy crunch, and everything went black.
When I awoke I had a splitting headache, well wouldn't you if you just had your head crushed by a bus? In addition there was a white glow resonating from somewhere to my left, which didn't help my headache any, but somehow I managed to haul my carcass to my feet. The glow, as it would seem, came from a door, which I hesitantly approached. "Um hello? Anyone there?" I called 'yes child' a voice replied, it wasn't until after I thought 'who the hell?' that I realized the voice came from inside my head (AN: yes, inside my head cue music from the X-files ). Unsure of what to do I proceeded through the door, banging my elbow in the process and muttering "fudge monkeys." 'Language, young one, language' it was that voice again, coming from through the door "Yeah, I don't mean to be rude and all, but who the hell are you, and where the bloody fuck am I?" I shot back. 'Come in and find out' the misty 'mind-voice' replied "Fine then, I will" said I, and I walked through the door. Little did I know what would then happen would change my life forever.