CHAPTER ONE: Cali
The high pitched whine of a single mosquito droned in Cali's ear drum as she lay in bed, trying to think as she did every night. She batted at it ferociously and the noise paused for a moment, allowing her a single second of peace; before it was off again. She growled in frustration and angrily flicked the light switch on, grabbing a magazine that lay on her desk and rolled it up as she went.
Pausing, she bent her knees, not unlike a tiger or lion would do when stalking its prey. She glanced around, slowly checking every detail. Cali had all the time in the world.
Lifting her deeply dark brown eyes up to the joining of the ceiling and wall and smiling devilishly, she spotted the culprit that had awoken her from the verge of slumber. It sat there, running it's hind legs over one another, as those annoying little critters so often do, almost daring her to take a swipe at it.
With a slam and a yell loud enough to wake the dead; or even her mother sleeping in the room next door, she pinned the blighter between the wall and her magazine.
"Ha! Gotcha!" she yelled triumphantly and smiled in satisfaction…before she heard that it was still buzzing around the room in an intensely annoying manner.
"Oh, what?! How is that even possible?!" she cried in anguish. So, she set off again after it.
"Come on, come and get me!" Cali whispered. From the corner of her eye, she spotted the blighter sitting within perfect reach of her deadly magazine. "Come on, that's it, you stay there whilst I come and have a nice little-" her sentence was cut off as it did a second or two of flight, landed in the middle of her forearm and bit with all it's might into her flesh. "Ouch! You little shit!" she swore at it before slamming her magazine down onto it. "That'll teach you. Ta for that though. That'll bug me for days." She grumbled before finally replacing her magazine and sliding back into bed and pulling the covers over her shoulders.