You guys could go to my profile and find the link to my deviantart account if you want and see the pictures...(for Hollyleaf, Ivypool, Breezepelt, Dovewing, etc.)
Sorry if you hate this chapter. Writing when you have a growing ball of anger inside you (because my brother got to eat more beef than me) doesn't make my writing better. Point out any mistakes, since I'm not proof-reading this.
I plan to post this on 8/24/15. Right now is 8/22/15. I finished writing on 8/23/15. Or maybe I just want more reviews so I posted this on the 23rd.
This chapter is lacking...stuff.
.:Ivypool's POV:.
first day of the weekend when I can do whatever I want.
Today was planned for gaming, but I remembered buying hair dye for spirit week. Dovewing reminded me yesterday because she wanted to buy a new comb and a bunch of other stuff since the one she brought here broke. After watching a bunch of rock music videos, I thought why not give hair dye a try? Those people in the videos looks pretty cool to me, and I wonder how I look like.
I'm lying in bed, hugging my blankets. Yes, hugging them. It's just like when you're little you have these super fluffy stuffed animals that help you sleep, but in my case, they're blankets. I can't live without my old green colored blanket. There's no other comfort like it – it's been with me through the dark ages (elementary school) and so on. Nothing can replace the texture and the scent of home on it.
When the word 'home' is said, most people would think of aromas such as Grandma's cookies or firewood, but my scent that I think of as 'home' is my blanket. The smell of cheap laundry detergent is sharp and piercing but it fades into comfort.
Anyway, I'm supposed to be leaving at nine to meet her at the lunch shelter, and right now is eight o'three. Just enough time to grab breakfast. I feel too lazy to get up and change, but wide awake to fall back into slumber.
Few years, I mean, minutes later...
I get up finally, since the scene of my room is boring. I never had the chance to decorate the bland white walls, but there's absolutely no point since I'm only going to be living in this room for ten months.
I use the restroom and dress in blue shorts that have the word "awesome" written on the left side and a plain purple t-shirt under a dark brown hoodie since it's raining a little outside. Actually, I think I'm also going to bring an umbrella. I take the red umbrella that the school supplied for us students under the desk. It's small, so I can fit it in my pocket, since there's the pocket on my hoodie (where you're supposed to put your hands to look cool) that's really long.
I step into my black combat boots and pull on my hood since it' isn't really raining hard yet to put up an umbrella.
The cool feeling of rain on my hands is enough to keep me more alert than I have ever been before, like how coffee is to an average adult. I remember the one time that the coffee machine in the staff room or whatever broke, and the teachers were like grumpy zombies the whole day. The best part about it is that they forgot to even assign us homework. The scent of wet cement is just as good as close to my definition of the smell of home, but of course, my blanket always wins.
I trudge to the cafeteria and grab a few cups of orange and a tray of scrambled eggs since that's the only thing that looks appealing.
Picking the table that I usually sit with Hollyleaf and a few other friends, I plop down on the bench and shove the an egg down my throat since I wanted to read something on a comic website called "The Oatmeal."
I dig out my phone from my short's pocket and proceed shoving the last egg and gulping down my orange juice while reading something called turbulence.
There's this picture of an animated picture of a bald man sitting on a plane and suddenly there's turbulence. He takes out his phone, and a few minutes later when the turbulence is gone, he has a bunch of funny looking selfies on his phone.
I laugh out loud when I see a picture of that guy puking and screaming. I mean, it's not like he's a real life person vomiting real puke, it's just drawn out so it's not disgusting.
"Sup kid."
A tall dude walks by holding this clipboard professionally. He has messy brown hair and ice blue eyes that seem to have no emotion in them.
"Want to sign up for robotics to build robots? Of course you want to. Sign here and you get cookies tomorrow at seven at night," he says handing me a pen. I stare him, narrowing my eyes. What in the world is robotics? But who cares, he says if I sign that piece of paper, I get cookies tomorrow. Maybe there's going to be chocolate chip ones? I like the sugar ones the best.
"Where do I sign?" I ask after a moment before grabbing the pen.
The guy shrugs. "Where do you want to sign? I suggest to sign under that name," he points to the name, "Hawkfrost" printed neatly in grown-up writing. I hesitate. Who the heck is Hawkfrost? And why is getting cookies so complicated! Can't he just give me cookies now?
"Hawkfrost leads the best group," he tells me. "He's awesome. Sign under his name."
Hm, he says this Hawkfrost I awesome? Well, I guess I'll sign under someone awesome and get cookies tomorrow. Win-win, right?
I sit down again, wondering about what kind of cookies they're going to have. The guy walks away and starts asking bothering another group of people.
I tap on the camera app on my phone and scroll through my pictures since there isn't anything else to do. A beach. Uh-huh, okay.
"Hey Ivy!" a voice rings behind me. I don't bother to turn around, since that person is already coming up in front of me. It's Dovewing and her room-mate Icecloud.
Dovewing's wearing a bright red jacket, a gray t-shirt and white cut-offs with flats. Wow, she's really got style. Icecloud is just wearing the casual, blue sweater and jeans.
"You done?" asks Dovewing. She continues before I could even register what she's saying. "Let's go then! Icecloud is coming with us since I'm making her!"
"Okay then," I sigh, shoving my phone back into my shorts. It's going to be a long day.
.:Breezepelt's POV:.
"Wake up punk!"
I groan and slowly blink open my eyes as someone yells in my ear. I hate Tigerheart.
Just as my eyes adjust to the sunlight that is pouring through the windows.
Tigerheart's already dressed in khaki pants and some old t-shirt that isn't covered with chocolate. Wait...that's the shirt he wore yesterday. Whatever.
"I'm up," I inform my room-mate, wishing he would disappear. Tigerheart always wakes me up by yelling at me.
"Yeah, I know," Tigerheart responds, "get up. We're going to a random clothing store, grab some shirts, go to Staples, and play with their electronics on their office chairs that's on sale. I heard that they're really comfortable. Get dressed, and hurry up so I don't have to go to breakfast and have you show up later to embarrass me in front of my siblings."
He then jumps on his bed and starts looking through his phone.
I hurry and get dressed in red basketball shorts and a barf green t-shirt even though it's raining outside. Well, not exactly raining, but it is kind of raining since I can see the droplets falling clearly form the sky.
Few moments later...
"I'm all ready to go," I announce, "race you there!"
I grab my wallet, shove it in my shorts pocket, and run the heck out of the room. Right after that, I hear heavy footsteps trailing behind me.
I grin to myself. No way is he going to beat me. I'm faster than everyone.
I jog – yes, jog past signs that says not to do what I'm going right now and burst through the door to the cafeteria.
Ah, the whole place smells great. I don't bother to get a tray and just picked giant blueberry muffin up. Tigerheart steps in the room, panting heavily just as I take a bite out of my muffin. I feel a bit thirsty so I grab a few cartons of apple juice before walking back out of the cafeteria and finding an empty table at the lunch shelter.
Oh yeah, Tigerheart wants me to sit with him today since he wants me to go to the shopping center with him in case he got broke and needed a few extra dollars to buy ice cream or something. Well, I guess I'll find him later, since he's so slow.
No. I hear someone coming behind me and I turn around to see who it is. I see a someone with blond hair with bright red streaks. It's Mapleshade. She looks bored as she holds a clipboard to me.
"Wanna join robotics? Building robots is really fun, and we get to eat free snacks everyday we meet for it," she says. The word snacks makes me perk up in interest. Free food is awesome!
She hands over the clipboard over to me. "Sign your name under my name, Fartcloud."
My face reddens as Mapleshade says the name Fartcloud. My name isn't Fartcloud, and she knows it, though she's just waiting for me to sign the paper to know my real name.
I take the pen and sign it under a random person's name that isn't Mapleshade, so she'll never figure out my real name.
"Done," I grin as I hand back the clipboard. She glances once at the paper and shrugs, walking away to make other people sign it. She stops and hands it over to some other guy. I peer around her head to see that it's Tigerheart, who's holding a chocolate doughnut with sprinkles on one hand and a pen on the other. He jotted something down.
"Hey kid," Tigerheart yelled as he spotted me right after the red and blonde haired girl disappeared towards another crowd. "Hurry up."
I obey, since Tigerheart's scary when he's mad – no wait, he scary even when he's sleeping. He leads me over to some random people, a boy and a girl.
"So guys, this is my stupid room-mate, Fartcloud, I mean, Breezepelt," Tigerheart says, pointing a finger at me. "We're going to go out to buy stuff and I'm bringing him with me as back-up money."
His sister, I think her name is Dawnpelt rolls her eyes at me. I heard that she rolls her eyes a lot. Tigerheart's brother, Flametail is nicer. He ignores me, but at least he doesn't do the sarcastic stuff that Tigerheart's sister does.
"Okay bye," I say, finishing my last carton of apple juice. I turn to Tigerheart. "Do we go yet?"
"Yeah, let's go," he says I follow him. Our pace gets faster and faster, so it's kind of starting to become a race. At the end, I beat him because I'm awesomer than him.
Stuff about what these people do in shopping will come next chapter, okay peoples?
QUESTION OF THE DAY
-There is no question. Just describe your appearance in real life so I know how you look like since I'm curious and all that kind of stuff.
My answer: a skinny (the with no fat kind) of kid that is five foot three with shoulder length black hair, oval shaped face, broad shoulders, tanned skin, flat nose, thick eyebrows, dark brown eyes, poiny-ish ears, and a poker face that somehow looks like a frown.
-Sil.