KNIFE AND NEEDLE

Hay, I'm Druidangel and this is my second fic ever. I'm sorry for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes I've made, I'm only thirteen. This is like an SI but I've changed my name age and in later chapters my looks, because as a teen it is my duty to hate these things not that I do, it's just for fun really.okay I'm annoying you all now so I'll just get on with the story shall I? Reader: yes, yes oh god stop talking and get on with whatever crap you've written, PLEASE!!! No need to be nasty.here it is.please don't hurt me.

Prologue: A time when my biggest problem was being late for school

She walks down the busy main street, incessant chatting and pattering of feet filled the air around her.or at least this is what she believed.

She was going to be late for class if she didn't hurry. "It's not my fault campus was full." She muttered, her hair still wet from the minute long shower that she had in what little time was left after getting dressed and finally realising it was Monday. Her voice drifted through the thick city air and got lost like so many others in the not-so-real world she thought of as home. Her hair stuck to her back as it got unpleasantly warm in the morning light. She consulted her wristwatch to see if she was actually going to make it. She actually stopped in her tracks as she saw she had less than five minutes to get about a mile, and in the bio-traffic of the big city. Fate just didn't seem to be on her side today.

"Oh shit!" she chocked out in complete terror, her first day at collage, second day in the states and she was gonna be late. She should have taken her brother's advice and gone the week before, which had conveniently been spring brake in the US.

Branwen Right, at nineteen, had just moved to America from Scotland and was going to Harvard. It had been a big deal and she was going to back out, but most of her friend had been really happy for her and she gave in after a long month or so.

She frantically dodged between the nameless people in her path, she collided with a skinny bald man and then a middle aged mother screaming apologies as she continued on her way. After awhile she just had to stop to catch her breath, she sat on a railing and panted as she got strange looks from spectators to the seemingly insane girls antics.

She grinned at the accusing people and they continued on, "I wonder if I should call in sick or something" she muttered, her eyes were drawn to a pay phone on the sidewalk. She sighed, maybe they'd understand she thought bleakly, maybe I should keep running. This thought proved to be more logical and she got up again just for her legs to turn to metaphorical jelly. "This is hopeless," she started. "Completely hopeless!"

At that moment something completely unexpected and unexplainable happened.

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Okay first things first, I didn't quite catch every teeny, weeny detail about how the real world and the Matrix work so it may turn out to be quite an odd story, but I'll keep it as accurate as I can. I promise!! .So who was it? Bad? Good? Should I never try to write again? Or in the off chance that it's possibly did you like it and want me to continue? R&R please. I know not much has happened yet, but I promise it will get better, oh and before I forget: this is my first matrix fic ever, so go easy on me. My body is delicate and flames hurt you know, the human body is not made to withstand fire!!! Luvs and hugs and BIG pink fluffy CaTeRpIlLaRs ~Druidangle