I remember that I had just finished an hours' worth of homework, trying to cram it all in my brain about how water molecules where basically shaped like a Mickey Mouse head. AP Biology wasn't too bad, but with my parents "encouraging" me to actually use my brain (more like if you don't we take your computer which is a BIG no, no) it's hard for them to believe I do try hard enough. I've always had an affinity for being creative and smart, so managed to scrape together a 4.0 GPA. Though, I lacked being social in a crippling and "rumor spreading worthy" kind of way. I had friends sure, but not the kind where your parents would be proud you had them. Especially when your step mom was a lawyer and your father a radiation oncologist (cancer).
Sighing, I placed my Algebra II notes to the side and snatched my laptop from the ground beside my bed. Smiling happily as I started the next episode of One Piece. I loved this show, it was the only one that had actually managed to make me shout to the characters, one of my most frequent was begging Luffy to punch irritating characters in the face. One fond memory being when Luffy had finally punched that celestial dragon smack dab in the face, it was so awesome. Finally after watching yet several episodes, I noticed how late it was getting. Setting my alarm clock, I tucked myself in and finally went to bed.
When I woke up it was like any other day, I gathered up my supplies, half hazardly throwing them into the scuffed up cloth that only slightly resembled a back pack. Snatching jeans and a t-shirt, I quickly multitasked to get ready. Taking a moment to induce my daily judging of my face, I scrutinized every aspect of myself. Same brown hair, same eyes that looked especially small due to my glasses and the same square face. Angling my face to the side, I absently wondered if I had finally lost some of the baby fat on my face from running in cross country. Shrugging noncommittally, I hoisted my fifty pound bag onto my shoulder, snatching my keys from my desk, and almost forgot my running gear. Stuffing my Cross Country clothes into the black hole of my back pack, I flew down the stairs waving goodbye to my hyperactive foster siblings. I rushed out the door, smelling the dusty air of Kansas and trying to ignore the insistent screeching of the cicadas in the trees. Igniting my car, I headed out for school. Or at least I thought I would.
Turning up the music on the radio, I pulled down the sun shield thing (I don't know the name of it). It didn't help much though, as the sun made it so I could only barely see the side of the dirt road, so I just kept driving along as per the usual.
Coming up on the crossroads I decided to just speed along, because there was never anyone there, I live in the middle of nowhere (my school is in middle of a bean field to prove my point). Coming down, the sunlight abruptly glared into my eyes and I couldn't see the crossroads for a moment. Unexpectedly, I heard a long drawn out horn, turning my head to the right I saw a bus heading right towards me. My heart clenched in absolute horror as I heard a child scream over the blaring of a horn.
Grasping desperately to the steering wheel, I jerked to the side and flipped over, narrowly avoiding the bus. I watched in horror as the ground rushed up towards me, and before I knew it, the hood of the car caved in, the glass wind shield exploded, and I felt the shards as they pierced into the flesh on my face and gut. I watched horrified for a moment as dust flew around me, then began to feel warm blood gush out of me. I couldn't breathe, and a strange ringing sound was all I could hear. Looking down at my chest I nearly cried when I saw a piece of metal skewered straight through me. Wrenching my hands from the steering wheel, I covered my eyes hoping to block the gory view of my mutilated body.
This had to be a dream, I was only five minutes away from my house! Suddenly a man came up to me, I could see his feet clad in tennis shoes scuffle hurriedly towards me. He leaned down searching for me, and when he saw me looking up at him, he fell back, turned around, and proceeded to gag up whatever he had had for breakfast. Finally recovering, he snatched a cell phone from his pocket. Abruptly it hit me like a slap in the face, I was going to die, if judging by this man's reaction, and the pain that now seemed to be spreading and increasing like a cold flame. Closing my eyes, I clenched my teeth hard, vaguely noticing the feeling of warm tears streak down my face. What a stupid way to die, was my final thought, as the pain consumed me, and everything went dark.
I felt like I was floating, it was warm, and I could vaguely sense a deep pulsing sound, reverberating all around me. This pulsing and warmth made me feel tired and made my thoughts sluggish. I wonder, am I dead?
I was in this warm place for what seemed forever, drifting between thought and inattention, when abruptly the seemingly endless space began to press onto me. I could feel walls contracting all around me, squeezing hard and pushing me down. It was then that I knew for a fact, I was not dead, and I had no idea where the hell I was.
The walls began to convulse around me, clutching painfully along my body pushing me into a tunnel, when suddenly, I was out! I flopped gracelessly to the hard ground below. Desperately, I tried to move, and I began to scream when I found I couldn't move at all.
Unexpectedly I felt a huge… tongue? Span my entire head and lick away the goop that now surrounded my body. I still couldn't hear anything, but suddenly I felt safe, and exhausted. I slowly fell unconscious after feeling teeth scrape across my back and drag me towards a soft warm pulsing pillow. I fell into a welcome unconsciousness.
When I came to again, I was severely confused, my thoughts still came in scrambled mish mash, that hardly made any sense, and I still couldn't quite open my eyes. And whatever I was lying on was vibrating like a massage chair. I felt a squirming mass next to me mewl, and I knew that sound. It was a kitten, but much, much louder. I was on my belly, and it felt like my head weighed a thousand pounds as I dragged it into the direction of the kitten's mewling.
It was then that the weirdest thought hit me, was I a kitten? I tried to open my eyes once more, and was unpleasantly surprised when they opened. In front of me was the daunting figure of a kitten, suckling on the teat of a cat that was at least thirty times bigger than me, looking down in increasing apprehension at what I supposed was my arm, I was greeted by a furry paw. An umber paw.
What the hell! I was a human just a moment ago!
For those of you who have read my other story, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I still plan on completing that story, but I've seriously been lacking in the inspiration department for it. I've always loved One Piece, and the ideas for this particular story are popping up in my head like a hurricane! I really don't know exactly how far this story will go, but I'll probably be writing this off and on throughout the year. So tell me what you think! If I get enough of you saying you want me to continue this, I'll definitely do so! Oh and it's short 'cause this is the prologue so… yeah…
Anyways, PREVIEW: It had been a few weeks since then, since I was born. Now I've been stuffed in a bag! Where the hell are they taking me!