Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans
Chapter 1
I sigh, turning off the TV with a push of the button. I am really starting to hate these newer Teen Titan episodes; they just seem stupid and no longer have their original humor. The show used to be a favorite of mine as I always made sure I never missed it. Now I only watch it when I'm not busy with stuff.
My extremely girly sister starts yelling down the stairs, demanding if I know where her favorite white halter top is. I had accidentally thrown it into the washing machine with a bunch of my clothes the other day and when it was done, I had discovered that the dye from my clothes had rubbed off onto her halter. Not knowing what to do with it, I placed it under a pile of clothes in my messy room where my sister does not dare tread. I don't feel like answering her, so I don't.
She continues to yell: "SARAH! YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHERE MY HALTER IS! I NEED IT FOR MY DATE! MICHAEL'S GOING TO BE HERE ANY MINUTE!" She slams her door, probably going to search her whole closet to find the perfect top to match with a mini skirt.
I'm such the opposite of my sister Katie. Take for instance how I am right now. While Katie busies herself, trying to look perfect for some hot guy, I am spread out on the couch, totally lazy in my plaid pajama pants and my baggy Batman shirt with my dirty-blond hair thrown up into a messy ponytail. Instead of going out on a date, a few of my guy friends are coming over later for a midnight to noon anime movie marathon.
The doorbell rings and Katie's voice yells out (as you probably can tell, Katie yells a lot around here): "OH CRAP! HE'S HERE!" I hear her frantic footsteps through the ceiling and then she runs down the stairs, yells "bye", and is out the door.
Several minutes of peace is broken by the doorbell. Slowly getting up to answer the door, I am suddenly blinded by a bright light. Blink my eyes once and am falling and screaming when an extremely hard table breaks my fall.
"Oh, man," I say. My back, as you can imagine, feels awful.
Slowly opening my eyes, I see some blurry cartoon-like people staring at me, some with startled expressions on their faces.
Author's note: I finally have come up with an idea for a story but my writing (and creativity) skills aren't that great so helpful advice is what I am searching for. Of course I realize that this chapter is too short for much opinion, so I promise my next chapter will be much longer.