I dunno what happened, but I suddenly have this revived and utterly rejuvenated thirst to write a fanfiction. So I am quenching that insatiable appetite.
If it Were Up to Me
Prologue
Raven's POV
My eyes glided along each line of the thin, flimsy parchment, unblinking and all seeing. As my ebony pupils neared the end of the yellowing paper, I slid my index finger under the page. Stopping mid-sentence, I delicately flipped the decrepit page and continued the sentence on the other side. The muffled noises in the kitchen were growing increasingly louder, in close recession, the television program an irritated Robin was watching. After a thump, a resounding clang, and an "Eeep!" the din ceased to a halt. The channel Robin had been watching was silent. I slowed to a stop at the period and raised my attention to the kitchen. From the looks of it, after feeding Beastboy one of her notorious concoctions, Starfire had caused Beastboy to choke and pass out. Surprised, Starfire had dropped her lifeless pot on his battered skull. With a whine and an inaudible curse muttered underneath his breath, Beastboy rose up on wobbly legs. Starfire began her barrage of apologies and devastating hugs and followed the swearing boy out the door. With but a moment's hesitation, Robin's T.V. program churned to life once more. After watching Cyborg pick his way through the alarming mess to the fridge, grab a water bottle and pick his way out and return to the Training room, I descended my eyes back to the wrinkled paperback novel before me.
Sorry it was so short, but it's only a prologue. The other chapters will be better. I know this story stinks a bit. Tell me all. Flames accepted, read, and used in future writing. Feel free to be rude. Criticize at will. But w/e you do, review.