Next chapter to this re written version of Outcasted.
Michelle was awoken by the sound of her alarm clock beeping really loud. She jumped up into a sitting position and slammed her fist on the alarm button, ending the sound of the annoying beeping. Michelle rubbed her emerald eyes and grumbled. "Dumb piece of machine. It just HAS to wake me up with a loud, annoying buzzing, does it?" She said very annoyingly.
Michelle pushed the sheets off her and hopped out of her bed. She yawned as she walked over to her closet and opened the closet door. She grabbed a set of clothes piled up in her arms. Then, she walked out of her room into the bathroom across the hall. Michelle unchanged out of her pajamas, and changed into her fresh clean clothes. She wore a dark blue shirt with a black vest that was opened in the front; black fingerless gloves placed her hands, as well as a pair of black shorts with blue flames printed on the bottom of the shorts. A katana was attached to her dark blue belt, hanging from her right hip. A pair of black sneakers with flames printed on the sides was worn on her feet. Michelle looked at herself in the mirror, making a funny face at her hair. "Geez, I look like a rag doll." She giggled.
She picked up a brush from the cabinet drawers and started brushing all the tangles and knots out of her hair. When it was smooth yet shaggy looking, Michelle placed the brush back in the cabinet drawer. "There, that looks much better." She said; satisfaction filled her voice.
Michelle walked into the kitchen, and prepared a quick breakfast for herself: just a few pancakes with some syrup spread all over it. Michelle poured herself a glass of milk and sat down at the table with her food. She sat down and started to eat it, enjoying the sweet and sticky taste of the syrup, and the soft fluffiness of the pancakes. Michelle would take a sip of her milk when the syrup killed her thirst.
After breakfast, Michelle placed her dishes in the dishwasher. Michelle washed her hands free from the syrup and pancakes. "There, now I can go to work."
Michelle went to the hallway closet and got out a dark blue skateboard. She placed it under her arm, and exited her apartment. She locked the door and walked down the stairs of her apartment. Michelle then placed her skateboard on the ground and hopped on it. After getting comfortable and balanced on the board, Michelle pushed her left foot off the ground and placed the skateboard in forward motion. Michelle started riding in the city.
I just hope I'm not late. Michelle thought to herself while riding in the city.
"You're late, Michelle." An old man snapped as he glared at Michelle as she entered the doors to the auditorium. She has just arrived at her work: a theater that performs major plays for the whole city. Michelle worked there as an actress. She's usually never late but ever since the dream from last night, she just dozed off on timing a bit.
"I'm sorry, director. I slept in a bit too late." Michelle said grumpily.
"Lazy as always." He remarked in a rude ton. "Anyway, we need to rehearse for the play. It's in a few weeks, and we need it as good as possible!"
"Hey, lighten up." Michelle said, throwing her hands up in defense. The guy was always so grumpy. It was probably from old age.
"How about YOU get to your place! You're the main role, so go do it!"
Michelle ran over to the stage. "OK, OK! Don't lose your head!" Michelle rolled her eyes. "Sheesh. Grumpy as ever." She said under her breath.
The actors and actresses began to do a dress rehearsal. The play they rehearsed was called Camp Chaos. It's a musical about a camp that's infested with mice. So the counselors and campers have to get rid of them before the health inspector comes to check on the camp. Michelle played Wally, the head of all the camp. It's one of the major roles in the play. She spent weeks, non-stop, learning her lines and cues. She learned her lines by heart by the end of the month. She has a solo that took a bit to learn as well. During the rehearsal, Michelle said her lines as if she never needed a script to know them. She danced and sang with great voice and moves. The other actors were good too, but Michelle pretty much stole the show.
After 5 hours of rehearsing the two hour play, the actors and actresses began to prepare to leave. Michelle picked up her skateboard in her hands. She felt someone tapping hard on her shoulder. The director stood over her, glaring. Michelle looked at him; something was possibility ticking him off. "May I have one word with you, young lady?"
Michelle rolled her eyes. "Sure, if you want." The director led her back to the auditorium. Great, what does this idiot want this time? Michelle thought as she rolled her eyes.
When the director stopped and turned around at the 21 year old, Michelle spoke up. "So spill it. What do you want this time?" She said sarcastically, "Not like it's a good thing anyway."
Smart mouthed as always. The director thought to himself. "It's about your performance rate." He pointed a bit at the girl. "You always know your lines, dance moves, and making the other actors looks like idiots."
Michelle shrugged. "So?"
"So stop being a SHOW-OFF!!!" The director shouted in fury.
Michelle was shocked at first, but soon, her shocked expression turned into rage. "Who the slag are you calling a show-off, baldy!?" She shouted.
"YOU! You selfish brat!" The director shouted back.
"You call acting the best I can and working my AFT off to make these performances great showing off!?" Michelle shouted.
"Yeah, I do!" The director barked back.
Michelle made the deadliest glare and clenched her right fist. Before the director could react, Michelle's fist went pounding into his face, some blood dripped out of his mouth. "You idiot!!!" Michelle shouted. The director screamed in pain as he crashed near a wall. His mouth had a slight trickle of blood coming out of it.
Michelle cracked her knuckles. "Let that be a little warning for you. Its people like you that I get sick looking at!" Michelle walked out of the auditorium, and soon, was outside. She grumbled as she hopped on her skateboard, and rode away from the building, leaving the director alone, injured.
Michelle arrived at the beach an hour later, looking at the sunset. The wind was blowing gently through Michelle's brown hair. She sat on the warm sand, trying to get her temper down to a low point. The incident with the director just made her so mad, she lost it. Michelle took a deep breath of fresh air, being at the beach always helped her calm down.
"Some day at work THAT was. Ugh, I HATE that guy! I should've never joined up to be a part of his crew, but I needed the money to get a job, and nothing else is good for me around here! But I know Chris and my parents would never want me to suffer. But acting is a thing I love to do. I wouldn't have joined that horrible guy's job if I didn't like to act..." Michelle stared at the sunset, a small tear shed out of her eye unnoticed. When she did notice, she quickly wiped it away from her face.
"Well, well, if it isn't our old pal, the freak." A male's voice said. Michelle's eyes widened, but then went to a 'oh brother' expression as she turned around. "What do you want this time, Mark?"
Four men came near Michelle and formed a small semi circle in front of her. They were bigger, muscular, and older than Michelle was. One of the men, who were named Mark, had brown hair, brown eyes, and a tan to his face. He looked like he was 29. "You know what we want." He said.
Michelle rolled her eyes. "You want to pick a fight with me again, with your little buddies Zack, Cody, and Eric?"
"Exactly. You catch on quick." Cody said. He had green eyes, blond hair, and was the most bulky and strong member of the gang. He looked to be 28. He wore a black shirt with black pants. Spike chains were around his pants as well as black boots. He also wore black fingerless gloves.
"You think you're strong enough to defeat people bigger than you?" Eric snickered at her. He favored spiky black hair, slightly dark skin, and blue eyes that flashed with power and determination. He looked to be about 27 years old. He didn't have the big brute gene like his pals did, but he was just as bad, favoring dark green army pants with a green shirt. Black shorts hung from his waist.
"But you're wrong, freak. We've gotten tougher since our last visit!" Zack exclaimed. He had red hair, hazel eyes, and was lightly pale in skin color. He is Mark's right-hand man, and looked like he was 26 years old. He favored a red shirt with a black vest. Black pants with a white stripe going down the sides were on his legs. He also wore red sneakers.
Michelle made a face and said, "Why don't you boys go back to your little pig pen basement in your mother's house?"
Mark was slightly furious at this little remark. "Smart mouth, freak. Why don't we shut it up for ya?" He turned to Cody. "Cody! Show this puny little punk we mean business!"
Cody grinned evilly as he clenched his fists. "With pleasure!" He shouted as he charged at Michelle. "You're mine, freak!"
Michelle got in a battle pose. OK, time for operation beat the Pinheads, Michelle thought. When Cody was close enough, Michelle swung her fist fast at his jaw, making him backfire. His mouth started to trickle blood as he fell to the ground in shock and pain. "Take that!" Michelle shouted.
Eric was now ticked off. "Why you little-!" He charged after her, but missed as Michelle quickly ducked down. She swung her leg on the ground as Eric tripped over it and landed near Cody, slamming the back of his head hard on the ground.
Michelle panted a bit as she got up and looked at the remaining two boys. "Two down...two to go..." she whispered.
Mark just stood there, not moving, but you can see anger in his face. "Very strong, but even you can't beat the two of us." He looked at Zack. "Zack, take her down!"
"Will do!" Zack shouted as he charged at Michelle. She dodged the attack, but not before Zack punched her shoulder forcefully, making her fall down.
"Gah!" Michelle screamed as she landed on the ground hard on her back. Zack was about to jump on her to do a body slam, but Michelle blocked it by putting her hands out and stopping his attack, soon, the two of them were struggling for the upper hand.
"Is that...all you got, Freak!?" Zack shouted.
"No! How about this!!" Michelle kicked her leg deep in Zack's crotch, making him gasp for air. He placed both of his hand near his crotch in pain, but as he did, Michelle kicked him again, causing him to roll over to Mark, who lowed over him in a heap of human bodies. The two of them lied there fainted; a little blood came out of Zack's hip from the blows.
Michelle got up and panted, slightly injured from the battle. "Let… that… be… a reminder...to you...creeps." She sighed as she hung her head. "Man, what a fight. Sure gave me the exercise I needed. I think it's time I headed home." Michelle walked away from the beach, leaving the injured men behind.
As she was walking past an alleyway nearby, she failed to notice a pair of glowing visor-like eyes staring at her in the darkness of the alleyway. "Fascinating." It whispered, watching her walk away.
Michelle walked slowly in the streets, looking at the sky. It was filled with billions of stars. The wind still blew gently in the air, making her hair flow with it. She took a deep breath of fresh air. "Ah, night time really is the best time of the night. Without the sun's bright rays shining down on you, it gives you a really good sense of what the world is like in darkness."
Michelle kept on walking in the streets until a small sound stopped her. Michelle stopped to hear it. It was very faint and hard to hear, but Michelle could tell what it was. It sounded like...crying. Someone was crying. It came from a nearby alleyway. Michelle walked closer, following the sound of the sobbing. When Michelle looked in the alleyway, she saw someone...a girl was crying near a bunch of crates. She was very pretty; she had silver long hair that reached past her butt, a blue dress with a set of wings on her upper chest part, and dress shoes. She looked like she was 19 years old. She was right now hugging her knees and crying her head in them. Michelle slowly knelled down near the girl, and asked softly; "Hey, you OK?"
The girl jumped a little and slowly looked up at Michelle. She had pretty aqua eyes that were filled with tears from her crying. There was a long pause between the two, then she immediately got up and started to run away.
Michelle ran after her, surprised at this girl's actions. "Hey wait a minute! Miss, come back! I just wanna talk!" Michelle kept following the girl until she finally caught up to her. The girl gasped as she backed into a wall. Michelle placed both of her hands on the wall near the girl, scaring her. Michelle took a few minutes to realize what she was doing and gave the girl some space. "Sorry..."
The girl stared at Michelle for a few minutes, but settled down a bit. Michelle spoke again. "I'm not going to hurt you. Is that why you're scared of me? It's OK; you can trust me."
The girl looked at Michelle's Kanata and pointed at it. She finally spoke up. "Then… what's with the sword, Kanata thing?"
Michelle looked at her Kanata and patted its casing a little. "This? It's only for when I need it. I'm not going to hurt you with this. Don't worry. ."
"You… you sure?" The girl asked.
"If I was going to hurt you, don't you think I would've done that already?" Michelle shrugged.
The girl folded her arms. She did have a good point. "OK, then I believe you."
"Good!" Michelle smiled. "So what's your name?"
"Katrina. What about you?" The girl asked.
Pretty name, Michelle thought as she looked at Katrina's heart shaped necklace. "My name is Michelle.
It's great to meet you, Katrina." Michelle chimed.
But Katrina still stayed to the back, trying to let all the information sink in her body. "ok, Michelle. That's a...really pretty name..too."
Michelle looked at her, a tad bit confused. "You're acting a bit weird. Are you ok?"
Katrina shook her head. "I'm fine, really. Just..a lot of things happened to me latley."
"Like what?" Michelle asked out of curiosity.
"I don't wanna talk about it." She said, trying to hide her feelings. "I'll be ok, really.
"You sure?"
Katrina was silent for a minute, but then she shook her head yes. "I'm sure." I'm such a liar. She thought to herself.
Michelle wasn't convinced, but she let it slip. "Ok. So Katrina, do you have a family or a place to live?" Michelle asked.
Katrina shook her head. "No. My mother died a few days ago, and I never had a dad. I've lived out here ever since that day on my own." Her face saddened.
Michelle frowned. She felt bad for the poor girl. Michelle knew how much pain Katrina was going through. "Then how about you live with me in my apartment?" Michelle asked, wanting to help Katrina out.
"Is it OK?" Katrina asked worryingly.
"Sure it is! I live there by myself, and I have plenty of room for more people." Michelle held out her hand. "Come home with me. It's better than out in the streets."
Katrina was hesitant at first, but soon, she took Michelle's hand and the two started to head to Michelle's home. Along the way, the two were chatting and laughing with each other. All of the suspicions and worries evaporated from the air around Michelle and Katrina. The two of them were now friends, and they soon came to know each other better.
When Michelle and Katrina entered the apartments, Michelle grabbed her keys from pocket. When the two girls were at Michelle's apartment door, Michelle unlocked the door as she and Katrina entered the house. she walked slowly around the different rooms, examining her new environment. She turned around to Michelle. "Wow Michelle, this place looks so cool!"
"Thanks! It could use a few fixer uppers, but I call it home." Michelle smiled as she placed her skateboard back in her closet. Michelle then went into her mother's room, Katrina behind her.
"Whose room is this? Yours?" Katrina asked while Michelle went to the closet. Michelle frowned a bit.
"…It...It's my Mom and Dad's room." She responded a bit sadly.
Katrina gave a sad face. "Oh. Are they...around?"
Michelle shook her head. "No. They..." Michelle sighed. "They died... along with my younger brother. They...perished in an explosion caused by a small boat my parent's friends and us were on."
Katrina put both hands on her face, shocked to hear this. "Oh dear! So you've been alone for how long?"
Michelle was silent for a minute. Then she spoke up. "...For three years." She said, cracking up in sadness a bit.
"Michelle, I'm so sorry that I brought it up. I...I didn't know..." Katrina suddenly felt guilty, looking down at her feet in shame.
Michelle went over to the sullen girl, and lifted her chin up so she was looking at Michelle's face. "Hey, it's OK. It's no big deal. You've done nothing wrong." Michelle smiled at her new friend, and Katrina smiled back. Michelle went back to the closet and picked out a night dress for Katrina. It was light pink with very pale pink flowers printed all around it. Michelle tossed it to Katrina, who caught it and started examining it.
"This should be your size. Now please get changed and we'll go to bed. I have a queen size bed in my room, so it'll fit both of us."
Katrina smiled even bigger. "OK, I'll be back! Oh, and do you have a brush I could use??"
Michelle went to her drawer, and tossed a hair brush to Katrina. She caught it just in time. "Thank.s" Katrina dashed into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Michelle chuckled at her new friend. "What a kind person, surprising that she was in the streets for a while." Michelle went to a corner with her pajamas, which consist of a baggy red t shirt that was two sizes big, and black baggy shorts. Michelle unchanged out of her usual clothes and placed her pajamas on. Then she placed her katana next to her bed. Michelle uncovered the bed, and hopped into bed in a sitting position. She pulled the covers over her legs, which were in a yoga pose, and waited for Katrina to come out. In a few minutes, Michelle heard the bathroom door open. Katrina came out with her night dress on, covering her whole body except her feet. Her hair was brushed neatly and now flowing past her butt. Her aqua eyes were now glittering a little.
"I see you're all ready to go, huh?" She said, happiness written all over her face.
Michelle gave a goofy grin. "Yes I am." Michelle patted the side of the bed next to her. "Come on, get in the covers."
Without any second thoughts, Katrina walked over and climbed into the covers of the bed, laying on her side. Michelle placed both hands behind her back and turned her head over to Katrina. She looked very comfortable. "Well, goodnight, Michelle." Katrina yawned.
"Goodnight, Katrina." Michelle yawned back. It took a few minutes, but the two girls slowly closed their eyes, and drifted off into a deep sleep. Unaware of the new challenges waiting for them...
and after several weeks of waiting, here is the next chappie! :D
so I gave Michelle a skateboard in the beginning rather than late in the story. It shows her character more. And she still has her love of acting. I gave it more detail though.
and the first appearence of Michelle's enemies, Zack, Cody, Eric, and Mark! I gave the battle more feeling and action to it then the previous chapter I did. And boy, did she own them all! D
also, Katrina makes her first apperance! I've decided to add my other gals earlier in the story, I'm also having them meet one at a time instead of all four at once. In my old version, I found out that I rushed when trying to introduce all four at once. It didn't give the character enough time to show their true personalities, and not enough time to bond with the bot they eventually fall in love with. Also, The girls did not have enough time bonding their friendship with Michelle. That, and I want them to have more screen time so they actually have equal importance, so now, we'll see them earlier in the story! And their pasts will have some changes as well.
anyway, first to come is Katrina, and man, Michelle did not make a good impression! XD But at least Katrina doesn't take it too hard...
so now, Michelle and Katrina are friends! And don't worry, the other girls will come in soon.