۞ This is based off another fanfic my friend read, than made me read. I have no idea of who the original was by, but if you read this, and object, say so, and I'll take it off. :3 ۞
Samantha was a writer. Needless to say, she wasn't the best out there.
Sure, she did alright for the most part. She used punctuation and capitalized her words. In general, her writing skills didn't leave one cringing.
Sort of.
The majority of Sam's work was on a vast range of subjects. Mostly fanfics about Warriors, a series by Erin Hunter. In most of her stories, the main character was a kittypet, who suddenly decided to be a clan cat. They also usually had this recently made clan cat turn into the most amazing of Warriors, and jump from Warrior status, to Deputy, and then soon after, Leader. All within the parameters of two chapters.
So, one day, when Sam got home from school, she followed her schedule to the letter. She got home, and went into her room. Then, she turned on her computer. While waiting, she would dump her book bag on the floor, and attempt to get a brush through her hair. Hovering in front of the mirror, Sam looked at herself, taking in her appearance. Straight brown hair, almost green eyes, a random t-shirt and jeans, and the 'Who Cares' attitude she always had.
Next on the schedule was to slide into the chair before the computer. She logged onto her word processing program, and began to type.
"Skypaw! What are you doing?" The shout was from an orange tabby sitting on a white picket fence.
Skypaw raised her head, and looked up at the tabby. "Hunting. Are you coming yet?"
"Yes." The tabby jumped down, and brushed against the white apprentice as she walked into the woods. Skypaw followed.
"I'm going to get into so much trouble for this. Don't follow me." Skypaw skittered away, into the underbrush, leaving the tabby standing there.
This was the way most fanfictions started with Samantha. As she continued to type, Sam felt a tug below her navel. She jumped, started, and looked down. Seeing nothing, she shrugged off the feeling, and kept typing. With a rush of wind, she passed out, disappearing completely from her room.