Chapter I: The Tributes (Troll Chapter)
When I woke up, I stretched out my hand to turn off my alarm clock; Instead of feeling the plastic button on the clock, I felt warm fur. I opened my eyes only to be slap in the face by a black cat. After the not so friendly slap the cat left. I rubbed my eyes and saw that I was covered in trash bags. "How did I get outside, this is the second time this week?" I also noticed that I was under a bridge, last time I woke up outside, I was on top of the roof of my house with trash bags on me. I made my way from under the bridge and walked up some stairs that were located a few feet from me. I walked up the stairs only to find a bunch of cats staring at me with machine guns in their paws, pointing at me. "I know I don't have the best of luck, but this is just plain silly" the cats didn't seem to find it silly at all; they put their fingers on the trigger of the machine guns. I immediately jump down the stairs and took off running with ease. For whatever reason the cats weren't shooting, then I stopped running and turned around only to see nothing but white I looked in all directions only to see white. "What the FU-", I was cut off by the sudden approach of a hooded man wearing a light grey hoody and very tight, dark ,black, pants that look like they cut off his circulation from his ankles up to his waist. The man was about 15 feet away, just standing there staring at me with lime green eyes. He seemed to have misplaced the rest of his facial features, because his eyes where the only thing on his face. He had a large bomb in his hands that looked like a troll face.
A rock hit on the back of my head, and then it hit me, like the rock that just hit me. I was have one of my yearly nightmares that occurred during the day of the Reaping. Its no wonder I looked like I was pregnant. "So…..when is this nightmare going to end?" The troll bomb started to speak, "5…4…3…2…1!" The troll bomb exploded and I got caught in the over sized explosion. I woke up only to be slapped in the face by my mom's hand, when I recovered I looked up only to see my mom's body with a troll face that replaced her face. "Trolololololololol" he I mean she I mean…..never mind I doesn't matter whatever was, it scared the sh*t out of me. "!" I screamed so loud that I knocked myself out.
I woke up for the third time only to find myself in my bed, not pregnant and not a sixteen year-old green power ranger, but I was still covered in trash bags. "Sparkle I need you to take out the trash!" my Mom was yelling from the kitchen, I could tell because I heard her cutting onions with a knife. I could also smell the onions, but it didn't bother me, I liked the smell of onions, I had no choice but to get used to the smell because my Mom cuts onions every Fu*king mourning only to throw them on her roses. I got up and threw the trash bags out of my open window located inside my room. I got back in my bed and set my alarm clock to wake me up in an hour. I decided to do this, because the first chapter of this story can't start of like this, this is a book based off a good book, I'm not going to start off this story this way, I refuse to.
[Anyway the real first chapter will be up soon, andI promise it will be way better then this]
{Next time Chapter 1: The actual beginning}