Micarocks101: PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE! Hi there again! Hope you liked the prologue. And there's a reason behind the bad grammar and 3rd person. You'll see. I'm a genius.
MidnightShadow101: You mean we're geniuses.
Micarocks101: *oblivious* See? MidnightShadow101 agrees!
MidnightShadow101: *facepalm* Just enjoy the chapter and please review, favorite, and follow or oranges will invade your house.
She sighed in boredom and tapping her pen against her chin. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't think of anything. Her mind was blank. It was a beautiful day outside; birds chirped around her and sunlight streamed through the leaves on the trees, making the park around her and the small wooden bench she was sitting on almost glow green, but no matter how pretty it was, no idea came to her.
She growled in frustration and crosssed out a few words in her notebook with her pen.
In front of her a group of crows were pecking happily at a few seeds that she had scattered. She found crows strangely beautiful, and they good inspiration. One cawed loudly, which normally would have annoyed her, but she didn't really care at the moment. One or two words describing the black birds were scribbled on her notebook, but not enough to actually be interesting. She soon scratched them out anyway.
She didn't know how long she sat there, just thinking, letting her thoughts wander and once in a while scattering throwing seeds to keep the birds there. Occasionally an idea popped in her head, but then left just as quickly as it had come. She sighed in frustration and set her notebook down beside her on the bench and rose to her feet. She took a deep breath, and…
"Why can't I think of anything?! Gah!" She yelled in anoyance. The birds croaked loudly in surprise. A second too late she realized her mistake as they spread their huge gigantic wings and took to the air. She mentally cursed herself and started to chase after them desperately.
"Wait, no! Don't leave me! Just a few more minutes!"
People around her stared as if she had just escaped an insane asylum, which at times she wondered if she really had. After all, it isn't everyday you see a panicked 21 year-old chasing and yelling at a group of crows. But she was desperate. If she didn't get something written by tomorow, her editor would probably kill her on the spot. She gulped in fear, remembering the last time she had missed a deadline. Not exactly happy-fun times…She realized with a start that she had lost the birds while she was thinking and cursed herself. Why did that never happen in books?!
She headed back to the bench, dejected and annoyed, wondering if she should get lunch and maybe that would help her think.
But when she got back to her notebook, she froze, met with one of the bizarrest weirdest things she had ever seen in her life.
A crow had hopped up on the bench, and was attempting to turn the pages of her notebook with its large black claws.
She liked to think that she was always prepared for any situation. She prepared come-backs in advance for insults. She thought of things to say in case of emergensies. But she had never prepared for the there-is-a-crow-reading-my-notebook scenario.
She decided to start simple. "Uh..."
The crow's head snapped towards her, surveyed her, and then went back to the notebook. That was unexpected as well. She had thought that might have been her just going insane, but the bird paid her no attention.
She tried again. "Uh... hi?" It might have been more suitable to say What the hell are you doing to my notebook but that would have been rude.
She mentally kicked herself. Great. Now she was talking to a bird. Absolutely fabulous. A childish giggle escaped her throat at the word 'fabulous'.
"Hello."