This is my first story, so please don't hate me on anything I put in this story. I hardly see any of those storys where a character comes to life and such, but NEVER with Godzilla, so I decided to make my own story for it. Reviews are appreciated, but NO flames :( I don't own any Godzilla (I wish TT^TT), only the OCs in this story. So with that said, here's the story!
"OHMERGERD! Godzilla vs Destroyah is on!" I yelled as I jumped on the couch in my living room. My name is Lauren Cruz, I'm 18 years old, I have short, wavey dark brown hair that's a few inches down my shoulders, and cocoa brown eyes. I was about 5'8 and is totally a fan girl of Godzilla. For as long as I can remember, I loved Godzilla since I was a young girl. I really loved to watch the Heisei Godzilla series, and Godzilla vs Destroyah was my absolute favorite movie of all time, after the first one of course. In the middle of the scene where Destroyah was killing the soldiers in that building, my phone rang. I grumbled as I picked up the phone, "Hello?" I answered. "Hey babe, how you doing?" I smiled at the familiar voice of my boyfriend. "Oh, hey Damian! I'm doing fine, just watching a movie," I smiled, knowing what he would say next. "Lemme guess, it's Godzilla related, isn't it?" "Don't judge." He laughed over the phone. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I think it's cute for your obsession with him. I just called to tell you I'm coming over tomorrow to pick you up for our date." I smiled at him, he knew I would never forget anything. "Alright, I'll see you then. Love ya!" "Love you, too" I hanged up the phone and noticed it was already at the scene when one of the Destroyah things was burning in flames. After finishing the movie, and crying my eyes out when Godzilla and Jr. died, It was 10:58pm, and I was a bit tired, so I decided to get to bed. As I walked to my room, I noticed a picture of my family on the table in the hall that led to my room. I was 5 in the photo and my hair used to be up to my back and straight, i was wearing a black and red dress that was a few inches from my knees. Standing to my left was my brother who was a year older than me. He had short black hair and deep brown eyes, and was a few inches taller. He was wearing a striped red shirt and jeans. Behind me was our mom, she had curly light brown hair and deep brown eyes, like my brother. She was wearing a long black dress that had wrinkles at the bottom of her dress, and I'm guessing she was 5'4. Behind my brother was my dad, he had short black hair and cocoa brown eyes like mine. He was wearing a grey shirt with a black unzipped jacket on and jeans. I'm guessing he was 6'4.
I picked up the photo before falling to my knees and slight tears fell down my cheeks, then turned into sobs. The pain was still there, I missed them so much, but they won't come back, no matter how much I prayed for them to come back. When I was done crying, I placed the photo back where it was and headed to my room. I entered and memories started to haunt me. 'Why them... why not me?' I thought to myself, this always happen every night, and I don't know how long I could take this loneliness. I got into my pjs and was about to slip into bed when I saw a shooting star fly by from my window. I couldn't help but smile when my inner child told me to make a wish. I closed my eyes shut as I started to make a wish. "I wish that I had some adventure in my life, with friends who will always stay by my side." I usually wished for my family to come back, but I wanted tonight to be less depressing. When I finished, I tucked myself into bed, as I turned off the lights. I closed my eyes as I drifted off to sleep, wondering what the future had in-stored for me.
So that's the first chapter! Man, this is going to be a LONG story development. Hope you like, Chapter 2 on it's way!