Woah. So many updates. It's amazing O-o.
To be honest, I just CAN'T STOP WRITING!
It's like, I've been in… The Zone.
So, now I give you Chapter 9, a… different… sort of chapter.
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My eyes widen as the girl continues talking.
"Briarlight has brown fur, and I THINK she has amber eyes, though that's just how I imagine her. They might be green. She's cheerful and upbeat, even with a brother, sister, and overprotective mom. Most of all, she's paralyzed like you, so she works in the medicine den, dragging herself-"
She breaks off when she sees the expression in my face. Bewildered, I'm running through the facts. Brown fur. I run my hand through my own brunette locks. Amber or green eyes. Mine are hazel. Overprotective mom. Brother and sister. Paralyzed. Everything matches up. Except…
"You know, I wouldn't consider myself very cheerful or upbeat," I say, eyes narrowed. Yes. That's it. I'm not her. This isn't real.
The girl frowns, "I don't know… do you have any other friends that might be like other characters?"
"How could I know?" I protest, "I haven't read the books!"
"Well…" The girl pauses for a moment before grinning, "I've got it! I'll list off some memorable Warriors characters until you recognize one!"
"Make it quick." I sigh, "Lunch is over in ten minutes."
The girl beams, "Got it!"
Taking a deep breath, she begins, "Firestaristhefirstmaincharacterandhe'sagingertabbywithgreeneyesthenSquirrelflightandLeafpoolarehisdaughtersSquirrelflightlookslikehimbutLeafpoolhaslightbrownhairandambereyes," The sixth grader gasps for air before continuing, "Thenthere'sSandstormwithgoldenfurandgreeneyesandBrambeclawwithbrownfurandambereyesandalsomyfavoritecharacterJayfeatherwho'sablindgreytomwithblueeyesandhissiblings-"
"Wait," I stop her, "I think I heard something in all of that. What did you just say?"
"AndalsomyfavoritecharacterJayfeathersho'sablindgreytom-"
"Slower."
"Sorry!" The girl squeaks, before saying at an extremely slow pace, "And. Also. My. Favorite. Character. Jayfeather. Who. Is. A. Blind. Grey. Tom. With. Blue. Eyes. You okay, Julia?"
I'm staring at her. Jay.
"Umm… That… That sounds like," My mind is trying to process this new information, "That sounds like a kid I know. He's blind and sarcastic, with dull black hair…"
The girl gasps, eyes lighting up, "Jayfeather's REAL?! Ohmygosh!"
I stare at her blankly. The girl clears her throat.
"Um… I mean, this is so weird!" The girl looks awkward, before saying, "So… does he have any-"
She cuts off as the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow!" She calls, before melting into the crowd of sixth and seventh graders streaming out of the lunchroom.
"Wait!" I call, wanting more answers. But she's already gone.
I sort of sit there for a moment, until I realize that everyone else has left and rush out of the cafeteria. In a sort of daze, I wheel myself to my next class, mind buzzing with confusion.
Things just got WEIRD….
…
A person stands in a dark room, staring menacingly at a glowing screen, lip curled.
"So, the girl found out." They hiss, before giving a short bark of laughter, "Then again, this may make things more interesting in the long run."
Content, they sit down in their favorite chair and lean back, watching the thousands of glowing monitors around them with amusement in their eyes.
If only the children new what was really going on…
"There are so many coming together." They murmured.
…
Thousands of miles from Free City, a man and a woman stand together at a bus stop, the woman clutching her precious son's shoulders with her sharp red manicure.
"So, you're off to see her again?" The woman sneers, making the man glare at her.
"I don't want to see either of you again." He hisses, "My place is truly with her."
"Good, because I don't want you!" The boy growls, trying to squirm out of his mother's grasp, "Or you either!"
"Brendan!" The woman protests, hugging her son and rocking back and forth, "Surely you don't mean that!"
"That's is!" The man shouts, "I'm leaving here! For good!"
"Wait, honey!" The woman rushes forward after him, but he boards the bus and slams the door behind him. She stares forward with hurt green eyes. He never loved me anyway…
The son snorts, "Good riddance, DAD."
He looks up at his mom to see her crying, shoulders shaking, before clutching her son's hand.
"That's it, we're boarding the next bus to go after him!"
"But-"
"And you're coming with me!" She screeches, rushing towards the list of busses, dragging her son along.
…
The girl sits on the edge of a dock, clutching a picture from a year ago of a grinning ginger-haired boy holding a pair of ice skates. Sighing, she stares out across the crystal-clear lake, fat teardrops rolling down her face.
Her brother, sitting next to her, wraps his arm around her shoulders.
"It's okay, Daria." He murmurs softly.
"But it's not!" Daria wails, "He should be here with us!"
"It was an accident, though," He sighs, "The ice was just too thin."
"I was an idiot," She sobs, "We never should have gone on the lake."
"Everyone makes mistakes."
"But how many people make mistakes that cost them their brother's life?"
The boy sighs heavily, "I don't know."
Closing her eyes, Daria hunches her shoulders.
"I miss him."
"So do I."
The brother and sister hug, taking comfort in each other in the depths of their grief.
…
A young girl grunts, carrying a heavy box downstairs to the rest of her family. Her mom looks up and beams, brushing white-blonde hair out of her face.
"Thanks, honey!"
The girl smiles and shrugs, setting down the box with a sigh, "What's in here, anyway?" The girl asks, "A body?"
"Grandpa Tony!" Her dad jokes, stepping into the living room with two suitcases.
The girl shoots a glare at him and he covers his head in mock fear, "Don't kill me!"
A second girl walks down the stairs, pale brown hair in two ponytails, and holding a makeup bag. Her sister rolls her eyes and walks towards her.
"Seriously, sis? That's IT?" She demands. The brunette huffs angrily.
"But all of those other boxes are so heavy!" She whines, "And I didn't want to break a nail!"
Her sister snorts, "Whatever." And begins trudging up the stairs. Stopping after a few steps, she calls to her family, "By the way, where's Fluffy?"
"Hiding behind the toilet in the bathroom." Her sister responds matter-of-factly. Annoyed at her sister knowing everything, the girl walks upstairs.
"By the way," Their Mom speaks up, "I think you're going to like this town we're moving to."
"Yeah, what was it called again?" The brunette sister asks.
"It's a friendly little place called Free City." Her dad replies.
...
A boy stands in front of a world of stars, eyes widened at the place's beauty. Starry people roamed everywhere, with shimmering clothing and silver hair. It was brilliant. Brilliant and amazing.
Laughing to himself he ran free, not wanting to be stopped by anyone in the waking world, or the grumpy, elderly woman he knew would be nearby. If only Julia was here…
Stop it, He told himself. Julia had been in his thoughts for days, and was even starting to invade his dreams. He wasn't sure what was so special about her, but it filled him with a warm feeling inside that was gentle and pleasant.
Out of breath, he stopped running, resting against a ghostly tree. If only the waking world was like this, with no family drama, or disabilities, or confusing feelings.
He inwardly groaned when he started to hear the beeping sound of his alarm clock. He would be waking up soon.
The beeping grew louder as the starry forest he visited every night started to fade, and his eyes snapped open to darkness.
There. Um, that chapter was… different. Let's see if you can guess who some of those people were! (Some should be obvious, and one should be impossible.)
So, yeah! A lot of stuff is going on! Why are they so similar to Warriors characters? Who are those mysterious people? Why was that last POV so obvious? Will I ever stop asking questions?
THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW.
BYE!
-JWFF
