--Poe-Note------
I have created or have friends with alter egos of--- Sara Chankey, Jen Maklo, Mike Chankey, Catie Zimmeruski, and anyone and anything not otherwise affiliated with an existing facet of popular culture. Thanks! Otherwise, all other characters belong to their rightful owners. I am not going to run through that list.
Oh, this story's under construction right now. There's some major plot holes in my earlier chapters, so if it looks shaky, come back in a week or so. I should be done by June 14 with the revisions.
PROLOGUE (which is several chapters)
Hello? Name's Sara- Sara Britney Chankey.
I like mysteries, Cardcaptor Sakura and daydreaming. I also like alter egos- I've idolized Jeckyl and Hyde, Yukito and Yue, and Team Rocket with their million and one failing plans of trying to capture Pikachu with a costume. I love Final Fantasy, read tons of manga, and have an obsession with stuffed animals. Go figure.
I also have a lie. A simple little lie... that was not mine to begin with, yet it exploded like bubble gum and ended up sticking, quite unfortunately, to me.
Damn it got me in trouble! And to think it all started in Public Torture 101, sometime late April, after Spring break was over and the whole school, especially the seniors, were counting down the days. Well, technically it started when I was five, but... whatever. I love to blame things on Public Torture 101. Otherwise known as... yes. PE.
I hate gym- especially the gymnastics unit. Are they TRYING to get the school killed, really?
The horse. The bars. The unevens. The mats. Do I have the right to say... I'm a Celebrity, Get me OUT OF HERE! I was in an Internet commercial once in fifth grade, after all.
Ms. Kudo yelled, Horse! NOW!!!!
Oh, SHEEP! I cried, conscious to the fact that anyone who curses in Kudo's class gets a week's worth of central detentions with the Toze. Not pretty, trust me.
As usual, I heard the girls scoff their sneakers as they turned around to watch me. I have ocular albinism- a visual and skin impairment. Trouble seeing. And trouble at PE. Never could get over that horse... I clenched my fists tightly, waiting for Kudo's whistle.
TWEEEEEEEEEEET!
I ran, top speed, towards the horse. I thought what it would look like if I actually made that wolf vault over the horse; proud and graceful Sara at the wolf vault!
Closer... Closer...
I jumped, slipped, and landed face first into the mat. As usual. But when I looked back, I noticed something scary. Nobody went to help me up because they were all looking at the line. And I was...
still there?
