it scratched across the paper, making intricate patterns and shapes as it drew. Abby tapped her finger on the side of the sketchbook page as she finished her sketch. She pushed her fuchsia headband back on her head with a hand. Her dark, curly afro of brown hair was pushed out of her chocolate colored eyes. She scratched her arms with her nails, leaving white traces on the dark skin. She rolled her wrists and shoulders around, streching them. She tossed the book to the side, hopping off her bed. She was hungry. She climbed onto the railing of her stairway and slid down. She entered the kitchen. Neither her mom, or her dadis were there, as the three of them had gone off to help their band clean up their practice garage. Abby quickly gathered up some chips, and a peanut butter sandwich before jogging back upstairs.
She plopped on her bed, reaching over to the top of her bookcase and grabbing her favorite books. Aka NERDS, or National Espionage Rescue and Defence Society. It had been her favorite series for a long time. The books pages were worn from the consistent reading. She always wondered what it would be like to be inside that world. Working to save the world all the time, having superpowers, all that good stuff. It was too bad the series ended a few years ago. The books were still fun to read though, as long as she didn't have paint or clay on her hands. She was an artist after all. She had been drawing, painting, and making mini clay cups since she was a toddler. The splatters of paint and clay on the hard wood floor were a testament to that. Not that she minded. There was a easel in the corner with a blank canvas on it, and pottery decorated the shelves in the corner of the room.
She flipped through the pages of the last book, reading them over. She sighed, closing it with a bookmark. She put the book to the side, grabbing the now empty plate and jogging back downstairs. She stepped onto the landinding, beginning to walk into the kitchen when she froze. In the middle of the kitchen, casually sitting there, was a hole. It was mostly black, but it swirled with different bursts of color, and power was emanating off of it in waves.
"Oh god what. Oh god what. Oh god WHAT." Abby said, dumbstruck. She had no idea what this hole in her kitchen was. She crept around it, careful not to touch it, and put her plate in the sink. She then looked around before grabbing a penny ooff the table and dropping it into the hole. The penny dropped, glowing before disappearing completely. She should tell someone. She should call her parents. She should leave it alone and call the fbi. Any normal person would run away as fast as physically possible. Abby was not a regular person.
Her curiosity took her over. She rushed upstairs, throwing different objects into a backpack including her books and some art supplies. She ran back downstairs, writing a note quickly. If she died, it would have been for science. A flurry of emotions ripped through her at incredible speeds. Fear, excitement, curiosity, and interest flowed through her veins. She knelt down next to the hole, dipping her hand into it. It was almost like water, or oil. Electricity poked at her hands like pins and needles, leaving a strange feeling up and down her arm. She pulled her arm out of the hole, looking at it. She was completely unharmed. No negative effects seemed to be showing. She took a deep breath, shuffling forward slightly more. The hole felt like it was pulling her in, making her lean forward more. Her legs were on the edge of the hole now. One more deep breath, in, and out. She closed her eyes, put her arms out, and within seconds, she was falling.