Arden skipped through a field of yellow, happy daisies, scooping up a few as she went. Her tall yet thickly built figure twirled in joy, and she fell back on the soft bed of flowers, giggling. An eerie beeping noise filled the puffy white sky, and she looked inquisitively upward. Then, she woke up.
"Argh...stupid...ALARM!" she mumbled, reaching over and slapping it off. She sat up in bed and looked around the darkness of her tiny bedroom. It looked larger than usual, probably because it was only six in the morning. Arden staggered to her feet, and limped forward, banging her toe on her violin case. "STUPID...HEAD!" she yelled. Everyone in her house was awake anyway, or so she hoped.
She clambered out of her bedroom and schlepped her body to the nice, cool leather couch. Her sister Desdemona was already in the bathroom, so Arden snoozed a bit on the couch. Their mother was already gone at work, and their father was still in bed, watching television until he was designated to get up.
Finally, Desdemona came out of the bathroom, and Arden charged in. After a nice, refreshing shower, she skipped merrily to her room and changed. Though odds were usually against her, Arden was a true optimist.
Around eight o'clock, Arden's wicked sister drove her to school, complaining about how she never does any work around the house. "Arden, you need to wash the dishes and take out the garbage and clean the bathroom and -" Arden looked out the window and sighed. She had a face of guilt that could make a billy goat cry.
When she reached school, she met up with her friends and all of them walked dramatically to their classes. Though she knew what it was, Arden only listened when she heard her friends talk about the new Ranma 1/2 manga which just came out. She sighed dreamily to herself, then shook her head. "He's just a made-up character, Arden, snap out of it!" she told herself. Her friends stared at her and laughed. She laughed, nervously at first, then jovially. She was a tease herself, with an everlasting humor.
The rest of the day went by without any falters; in Humanities, she wrote horrific yet funny stories about a mail carrier named Manny and his life living with demonic poodles; in Math and Science, she put up with the ear-splitting nags of her teacher; in P.E., she ran and threw heavy balls around like her friends; and in Orchestra, she played her heart out. Today, she decided, was a happy day.
As soon as she got home, she swung her back pack on the floor. The computer was calling her name, but so was her mother. Groaning, she dragged her feet to her mother's room. "What, mami?" she asked. Her mother smiled sweetly and said, "The recycling needs to be taken out, dear." Arden moaned and walked out, collecting all the cans and bottles. She opened the back door, letting her Chow-Chow, Mufasa, and her male cat, Toady, walk in and eat. She patted them both lovingly, then stormed out the back door.
As she was passing the garbage can, her other cat, Dolly, leapt out of no where. "AHHH!" Arden screamed and dropped the cans and bottles. They rolled all over, causing Arden to moan even louder and grab her hair. "DOLLY! STUPID CAT!" she screamed. She quickly calmed herself down, breathing deeply. She gathered most of the cans and bottles and tossed them in the recycling can. "Where's the last one?" she thought to herself. She spotted it in an old, huge cage which her family dug up from their old house about two years ago. Arden detested the cage, for it was covered in spider webs. But if her mother saw that can, she'd have Arden's head for not picking it up.
So Arden walked to the cage on its side, and bent down. She reached, but it was too far in, so she crawled in deeper. Then, she was somewhere completely else.
Arden's mom called out the back door. "Arden, you finished yet?" Hearing the voices of her little neighbor friends, she assumed Arden had gone off to play.
Arden stared and stared forward, completely dazed. "Wh-Where I am?" she murmured. She stood up, and brushed herself off. The place around her was a rainforest! No, not a rainforest, she thought. A park. A mountain with lots of trees.
She sniffed the air, and, smelling food, walked off in one direction. Maybe they can help me, she thought. She finally came across a crude camp site, with a battered red blanket thrown atop a string tied to two trees. A fire was going, and there was a full bucket of water. But nobody was there.
"I'll just sit here until someone comes..." Arden assured herself. She looked at the bucket of water and suddenly felt extremely thirsty. "They won't mind if I have just one sip..." she whispered. She scooped her hand in and drew it to her mouth. It tasted so delightful! she thought. Just one more sip.
Soon, the bucket was nearly empty. Arden scolded herself and sat it back down. When she looked into it, she saw it was almost gone. She also saw the reflection of a young man staring at her.
(A/N: This is SugaSelphieNStuf... QC got my pen name wrong, so yeah.)
"Argh...stupid...ALARM!" she mumbled, reaching over and slapping it off. She sat up in bed and looked around the darkness of her tiny bedroom. It looked larger than usual, probably because it was only six in the morning. Arden staggered to her feet, and limped forward, banging her toe on her violin case. "STUPID...HEAD!" she yelled. Everyone in her house was awake anyway, or so she hoped.
She clambered out of her bedroom and schlepped her body to the nice, cool leather couch. Her sister Desdemona was already in the bathroom, so Arden snoozed a bit on the couch. Their mother was already gone at work, and their father was still in bed, watching television until he was designated to get up.
Finally, Desdemona came out of the bathroom, and Arden charged in. After a nice, refreshing shower, she skipped merrily to her room and changed. Though odds were usually against her, Arden was a true optimist.
Around eight o'clock, Arden's wicked sister drove her to school, complaining about how she never does any work around the house. "Arden, you need to wash the dishes and take out the garbage and clean the bathroom and -" Arden looked out the window and sighed. She had a face of guilt that could make a billy goat cry.
When she reached school, she met up with her friends and all of them walked dramatically to their classes. Though she knew what it was, Arden only listened when she heard her friends talk about the new Ranma 1/2 manga which just came out. She sighed dreamily to herself, then shook her head. "He's just a made-up character, Arden, snap out of it!" she told herself. Her friends stared at her and laughed. She laughed, nervously at first, then jovially. She was a tease herself, with an everlasting humor.
The rest of the day went by without any falters; in Humanities, she wrote horrific yet funny stories about a mail carrier named Manny and his life living with demonic poodles; in Math and Science, she put up with the ear-splitting nags of her teacher; in P.E., she ran and threw heavy balls around like her friends; and in Orchestra, she played her heart out. Today, she decided, was a happy day.
As soon as she got home, she swung her back pack on the floor. The computer was calling her name, but so was her mother. Groaning, she dragged her feet to her mother's room. "What, mami?" she asked. Her mother smiled sweetly and said, "The recycling needs to be taken out, dear." Arden moaned and walked out, collecting all the cans and bottles. She opened the back door, letting her Chow-Chow, Mufasa, and her male cat, Toady, walk in and eat. She patted them both lovingly, then stormed out the back door.
As she was passing the garbage can, her other cat, Dolly, leapt out of no where. "AHHH!" Arden screamed and dropped the cans and bottles. They rolled all over, causing Arden to moan even louder and grab her hair. "DOLLY! STUPID CAT!" she screamed. She quickly calmed herself down, breathing deeply. She gathered most of the cans and bottles and tossed them in the recycling can. "Where's the last one?" she thought to herself. She spotted it in an old, huge cage which her family dug up from their old house about two years ago. Arden detested the cage, for it was covered in spider webs. But if her mother saw that can, she'd have Arden's head for not picking it up.
So Arden walked to the cage on its side, and bent down. She reached, but it was too far in, so she crawled in deeper. Then, she was somewhere completely else.
Arden's mom called out the back door. "Arden, you finished yet?" Hearing the voices of her little neighbor friends, she assumed Arden had gone off to play.
Arden stared and stared forward, completely dazed. "Wh-Where I am?" she murmured. She stood up, and brushed herself off. The place around her was a rainforest! No, not a rainforest, she thought. A park. A mountain with lots of trees.
She sniffed the air, and, smelling food, walked off in one direction. Maybe they can help me, she thought. She finally came across a crude camp site, with a battered red blanket thrown atop a string tied to two trees. A fire was going, and there was a full bucket of water. But nobody was there.
"I'll just sit here until someone comes..." Arden assured herself. She looked at the bucket of water and suddenly felt extremely thirsty. "They won't mind if I have just one sip..." she whispered. She scooped her hand in and drew it to her mouth. It tasted so delightful! she thought. Just one more sip.
Soon, the bucket was nearly empty. Arden scolded herself and sat it back down. When she looked into it, she saw it was almost gone. She also saw the reflection of a young man staring at her.
(A/N: This is SugaSelphieNStuf... QC got my pen name wrong, so yeah.)