AN: Oh, hello! This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic longer than a oneshot. My writing style will probably improve as this moves along... hopefully. I'm pretty rusty right now. I love love love constructive criticism, so feel free to tear my story apart!
"Good morning, Rin," Mom said as I walked into the kitchen, stretching "Did you sleep well?"
"As always," I responded, grabbing an apple from the bowl on the bench, flicking mom's back slightly. "Hey, I'm gonna go down to the Spit today, okay?" I said, flopping onto the couch. The main room in our apartment was one big room – a kitchen, dining room and living room combined. It made it much easier to eat and watch TV.
"Ohh, Rin," Mom sighed "We live right across from a beach. Can't you go there? I get worried when you're down at the Spit."
"Relax, Mom," I said, half laughing "It's not like anyone's gonna murder me or anything. I just want to go rock climbing there, yeesh."
"I hope you don't swim over the channel like your surfer friends do,"
"No, Mom," I sighed. Moms could be so overprotective, and really, I wasn't stupid enough to do that. The channel was always full of idiots in powerboats – it was amazing the guys on surfboards didn't get hit.
I lazily flicked through channels, but all that was on was the morning news or cartoons – and no good cartoons, mind you. I'd be fine with Looney Tunes or something, really, but it's not like I told anyone that. Deciding to settle on some poorly-animated piece of trash the name of which I didn't catch, I continued munching on my apple.
"Rin, why can't you go shopping or something with your friends, instead?"
"Mom, really, it's fine. Besides, the shopping district is more like a red light district. The whole damn thing. How do you make an entire suburb into a red-light district? It's amazing; there are so many whores and nightclubs there. Even the McDonalds is dangerous. You know something's wrong when you go to McDonalds and you're at risk of getting in a brawl for just being there." By this point I was basically talking to myself, not really caring what Mom or the TV was saying. I'd finished my apple enough (I never liked the bit close to the core, anyway), and tossed it in the bin.
Forcing myself up off the couch with a most unattractive grunting noise, I shuffled off down the tiny hallway and into my room. Let's see, for the Spit… I suppose my bikini top and short-shorts would do just fine for that. I changed quickly, nearly tripping over the vast assortment of junk on my floor in the process. Briefly, I checked myself out in the mirror (we're all a little vain, aren't we?), before grabbing my white ribbon and tying it around my head in the shape of bunny ears. Not bad, I suppose – it wasn't like I was huge or anything.
"Don't hurt yourself, Rin," Mom said, as I opened the door to our apartment.
"Yes, Mom," I rolled my eyes and sighed, quickly ducking back into out apartment to give her a kiss on the cheek, before bounding down the outside stairs, tripping and stumbling as I went. I never really was good at this whole 'running' business.
At the base of the stares was a tiny bike rack, to which my old, rusty, beaten-up bike was chained to. It was amazing nobody had stolen it yet, but really, who wants a rusty bike? Fiddling with the numbers on the chain, I eventually unlocked my bike, and turned it hastily to face the road. Jumping on it and pushing the pedals a few times to loosen them up, I sped off down the road, and began my usual journey towards the Spit.
After about half an hour's worth of thoroughly exhaustive riding, I'd finally reached my destination. There weren't too many people out this weekend, surprisingly, but that didn't mean I was just gonna dump my bike anywhere and hope it didn't get stolen. So, hopping off at the edge of the beach, I walked my bike up to the base of the rocks and rested against a rock that, at the right angle, looked like a distorted face. Heh. Things with faces. I grunted a little and stretched out my arms, my elbows clunking quite loudly, causing me to cringe. Right, time to start climbing! I wandered a little to find a good starting point, and began climbing on the other side of the rock with a face.
I was only a few meters up when I noticed a glint coming from a crack between some rocks. I had good footing, and nobody else was around, so investigating couldn't hurt, right? Reaching over to the glint with my left hand, I fumbled around in the crack for a minute before grabbing something cool and smooth. Moving my hand slowly, in case it was something valuable, I pulled out… a pair of glasses? The frames were gold, and had some weird metal wing-like things attached to the outward side of each frame. They were really quite pretty, I had to admit – maybe trying them on would make me look like a badass? Trying halfheartedly to put the glasses on, they eventually fit – at the cost of making my vision blur. It felt like they were stabbing into my head, so foolishly, I let go of the rocks to try and pry the glasses off of my face. After a few seconds, I fell to the ground with a dull thud, and everything went black.