Frozen_Mystic
11-24-2007, 03:54 AM
What if the world you thought would never change, the world you had only dreamed about, sudenly became real? Well I, (Christine Piotrow) and my friends will soon learn what would really happen when our fantasies become reality. Is our role in the new world to destroy our once sweet dreams? Or are we rather supposed to rule them? Only the thin fabrics of time can tell. That is... before we rip them apart.
Well, this story idea just randomly popped into my head today, and I felt like I just had to type it up as a fanfic. This story isn't made up at all until the first beams of fantasy start to light up the world. Hehe, yes, that's right. This is my actual everyday life, this is my actual name, this is how I actually act at school, this is my world. I don't have much else to say except for what's at the end, and this will be a bit diferent from my other fics. I plan the ending to those, I didn't for this, and will add as many chapters as I deem necessary and add them when I feel like it ^_^ Enjoy my newest creation everybody.
Chapter 1
Thoughts were wondering aimlessly through my head, till I saw my friends. We talked and laughed, though I couldn’t honestly make out any of the words. But still, I was happy and classes past by, the annoying ring of the school bell ringing through my ears that sounded like some robot was giving off a long, low-pitched warning, and then it started beeping like—
“Uh, huwah? Ugh, darn it, it’s Wednesday isn’t it… great.” The ringing beeping noise from my dream wasn’t the bell, but my alarm clock. Fumbling around the dark sheets of my loft bed I tried to find the little black clock.
Note to self, paint alarm clock red.
After finally finding it wedged between my pillows I slid the button into the “off” position. I hated Wednesdays, but I hated Mondays more… then again, the only days I really liked were Friday through Sunday. Either way, there was school in the morning today, and I sure as heck didn’t want to go, just like any other day.
Picking up the Itachi plushy I loved oh-so-very-much, I turned around and climbed down the stairs of the loft. I could actually jump down if I felt like it, but my mom would friggin flip out if I did.
Turning on my “fish light” as I got down, the blue light just barely illuminated my small room. Reaching for my glasses (which seriously needed to be cleaned) the small humming of the fish light as it vibrated against my bookshelf was the only thing you could hear… until my cats instantly noticed somebody was up and started mewing their heads off.
It was about 5:30 in the morning, I was the only one awake —spare for my cats— and it was officially my job to feed Steve and Ginger in the morning. Opening the closet door, which was right outside the door of my room, I opened the plastic shoebox we’d been using for the past… actually, I really didn’t know how long we’d been keeping the cat food in that box. Eh, but that didn’t matter.
Sleepily walking two rooms down our short, dark hallway and into the laundry room I dropped the cup of food for Steve in his bowl who greedily started shoving down the kernels like his life depended on it. I did the same for Ginger, who was fed in my room. She wasn’t as loud and annoying as Steve was most of the time.
Going back into the hallway I continued into the family room (which was really just my second room) and my movements woke up my dog, Haley.
“Hey dere dawggg.” I smiled and rubbed her stomach. She was just the laziest dog you’ll ever see. She slept on my “weekend bed” any time nobody else was, which would be nearly twenty-four seven. But she was getting pretty old at the same time so I guess I couldn’t blame her, but her constant begging got on my nerves sometimes.
But it wasn’t just the fact that I was up that Haley woke up. When I was up, it meant breakfast, which meant food, which meant it was begging time. But she didn’t get up quite yet, and I just went into the kitchen and turned on the light. Pulling out a bowl from the cabinet and some cereal from the pantry, then pouring milk into the cereal bowl, I went back into the family room, and set my breakfast on the coffee table (which also worked as a chess or checkers board at the same time). Walking over to the large lamp seated on the floor in the corner of the room, light came into the area, and I sat down on the couch right behind the coffee table. I reached for the remote as I took my first slurps of cereal, but then decided against it.
Right. Inuyasha’s on now… ugh.
So, instead, I picked up my Nintendo DS and started playing that as I ate my cereal. Right now I was just training my Glaceon in Pokemon Diamond, but I got kinda bored and turned it off soon. So I just sat there eating breakfast in silence.
My dreams are getting way too realistic these days… Ugh, goes to figure since that’s really the only thing I do these days.
Well, once I was done, my parents were still asleep —which was really good for me—and I went back into my room and closed the door tight.
Was I going to get dressed with an hour before I had to get ready for school? Heck no! I used that hour online! I’ll admit it, I was addicted to Pe2k forums, mainly because I could just talk to my friends. Even though angel_fire wasn’t on as much. Stupid three hour time difference. And while I didn’t have any new PMs when I logged on, I still checked what was—and I officially confirmed it—the most posted, the most viewed, the most popular fan fiction n the “Other: Fan Fiction” board. That fic would be none other than Aggression of the Dragon, made by yours truly, Eaglemaster23.
No new comments on it either, even though I put the newest chapter in last night. But it wasn’t too surprising, since me and angel_fire were really the only ones who posted in it now. But I really wished more people would sign up for the RP I made for the first volume….
Before signing off, I checked my buddy list one last time, looking for one name… and she was on. I just had to put it out there; even though we didn’t go to school together, heck! We lived on opposite sides of the US! She was my best friend, a better friend than that of my friends Bilee or Chris even.
Just seeing her on made me happy, and at that moment I remembered something. Today was a Wednesday. And that meant it was a late start, so I had over two hours to talk with her. Immediately I sent her a PM saying:
Hey xD good morning. The newest chapter is up btw, so yeah ^_^
Then I’d just wait for her to respond until a conversation started up again. But in the mean time, I selected RealPlayer and started to have Ichirin no hana by HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR ring through my headphones. Not long after the third PM did my mom open the door.
Oh for the love of….
“Good morning,” I said through a fake smile.
“Christine, how many times do I have to tell you not to get on the computer in the morning?!” She groaned, because, apparently, me being on my laptop bugged the crap out of her.
“Mom, it’s a late start,” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh. Okay then. But you still need to put away your laundry an—“
“And play my clarinet, I know, I know.”
Then she left, with the door wide open. I just positively HATED open doors, they made me feel insecure, even if it was at home. Well, long story short, my mom had more nagging up her sleeves than anybody would ever know. Every word out of her mouth was nagging! And I was dead serious. That, and I had a very nice conversation with angel_fire till I finally had to get ready for school.
And at 8:50, nearly three hours later, I grabbed my rolling backpack George, my clarinet, took my hat Craig off of George’s handle and the “traditional” white glove greeted me. Of course, it seemed weird, but it wasn’t my fault, I liked being different.
However, what other people thought about that was another story. Christine Piotrow, the classic geek. That was my label, but it didn’t even describe me in the slightest. The only thing it did describe were the shallow thoughts of those rap loving morons who were so perverted all they ever talked about was sex. But really, they were all in 7th and 8th grade! It just sickened me, but at the same time made me happy to think that next year, at River Ridge High School, all the sophomores and seniors would beat them up.
I’d laugh and take photos when that day came. Possibly even video tape it. But returning back to reality, I stood on the side walk, waiting for the bus. I was always the first one there, my friend Cory would be second, the perverts came in a group of four last.
“Hey. I’m bored,” came Cory’s catch phrase.
“Yeah, me too,” and I crossed my arms, shivering a little from the cold.
“Hey, I just got this new idea.”
“I’m listening.”
“We take a grenade, stuff it up the diesel intake of the bus, then get a flamethrower and BOOM!”
“Yeah, but how do we know that Bilee and Edward won’t be on and that we’d escape…?”
It was a very wierd thing to think of… for most people, but not my friends. We hated humanity in general, and all those perverted idiots on the bus. It kind of went like this: the emo and otherwise quiet kids sat up front, there was maybe a two seat gap from 7-9 and alllll the way back to seat 25 there were the perverted kids. Nothing but them.
It just annoyed us to no end and when they come up to us trying to flirt with me and Bilee, she and I’d pretty much just flip ‘em off. Or give them this icy cold glare, even resulting to beating them up if it came to that.
I remember about two weeks ago, this guy Brett, he almost grabbed my butt, but the second before he did, I started hitting him over the head shouting:
“YOU FLIPPING PERV!! I SWEAR YOU’RE THE FIRST ON MY DEATH LIST!!!”
He was trying to shout “Rape! Rape!” but everybody knows nobody comes when you shout that. And once he was in extreme pain by then he just rubbed his neck muttering
“Damn she’s vicious. I bet she likes me.”
My face went bright red at the thought. And then I turned around very slowly, with probably the most evil of all looks with an equally sinister calm voice.
“The only way I’d like you would be when your corpse is rotting on the side walk with all you other inept fools burning on the road when your bones are broken, your blood is being used as paint, crows are pecking at your peeling skin, and I was the one who got to video tape the whole thing.”
That instantly shut them all up. Cory just laughed after the few seconds of silence passed and the group of four started to back off slowly. I smirked and turned around.
But Brett did a lot of other daring things like that, but the worst mistake he ever made was snatching Craig right off my head. Right then and there, I literally felt like the hybrid form of my main character from Aggression of the Dragon, Kaiumi Uchiha, when she awakened her hybrid powers for the first time.
First off I ran fast as lightning after him. It was pretty ironic though, I barely ever got out of my house, I ate tons of sugar and chocolate, yet was skinny as a stick, and I ran faster than the annoying pimple face who’d been playing football for three years. Perhaps it was adrenaline rushing through my body, but the next moment I grabbed the running Brett by the backpack handle, and jerked him back. He stumbled and nearly fell onto the ground, till I very violently did that for him and dug my heel into his chest.
Nobody ever dared tell anybody about that, because the teachers loved me, even though I wasn’t anywhere near teacher’s pet. I was downright smarter than they could ever hope to be, and the last person who tried to turn me in ended up having to quit band class.
That’s what made me feel so accomplished, even though I had a weird philosophy for that: Kill one person, save the world. Think about it… does it make sense? If you kill one person, you can donate their blood to people who need it, give the bones to a museum, sell organs, and give whatever’s left over to the Eskimos. Wasn’t that simple?
And today was no different. When Brett showed up once again, for the day that would mark his death would never seem to come, he made another one of his biggest mistakes. This time George was stolen… but he didn’t even get five feet with him, since George was so heavy… even though, I was too used to the weight I didn’t notice. But anyways, let’s just say, both Cory and I really wished we had cameras at the time right when I snatched George out of his hands and rammed him in the stomach with George’s immense weight.
“Haha. Pwned,” a satisfied and somewhat evil glint appeared in my eye. But it was true, I spoke forum a lot in my life, just another one of my personal quirks.
~~END So, how was that? I will also put pictures up soon, so you can see the world in which I live in, how my friends look, everybody... except Brett. :susp: I hoped you liked it, and don't forget to read Aggression of the Dragon too people, you'll love it, I guarantee it, or your money back! xD
Well, this story idea just randomly popped into my head today, and I felt like I just had to type it up as a fanfic. This story isn't made up at all until the first beams of fantasy start to light up the world. Hehe, yes, that's right. This is my actual everyday life, this is my actual name, this is how I actually act at school, this is my world. I don't have much else to say except for what's at the end, and this will be a bit diferent from my other fics. I plan the ending to those, I didn't for this, and will add as many chapters as I deem necessary and add them when I feel like it ^_^ Enjoy my newest creation everybody.
Chapter 1
Thoughts were wondering aimlessly through my head, till I saw my friends. We talked and laughed, though I couldn’t honestly make out any of the words. But still, I was happy and classes past by, the annoying ring of the school bell ringing through my ears that sounded like some robot was giving off a long, low-pitched warning, and then it started beeping like—
“Uh, huwah? Ugh, darn it, it’s Wednesday isn’t it… great.” The ringing beeping noise from my dream wasn’t the bell, but my alarm clock. Fumbling around the dark sheets of my loft bed I tried to find the little black clock.
Note to self, paint alarm clock red.
After finally finding it wedged between my pillows I slid the button into the “off” position. I hated Wednesdays, but I hated Mondays more… then again, the only days I really liked were Friday through Sunday. Either way, there was school in the morning today, and I sure as heck didn’t want to go, just like any other day.
Picking up the Itachi plushy I loved oh-so-very-much, I turned around and climbed down the stairs of the loft. I could actually jump down if I felt like it, but my mom would friggin flip out if I did.
Turning on my “fish light” as I got down, the blue light just barely illuminated my small room. Reaching for my glasses (which seriously needed to be cleaned) the small humming of the fish light as it vibrated against my bookshelf was the only thing you could hear… until my cats instantly noticed somebody was up and started mewing their heads off.
It was about 5:30 in the morning, I was the only one awake —spare for my cats— and it was officially my job to feed Steve and Ginger in the morning. Opening the closet door, which was right outside the door of my room, I opened the plastic shoebox we’d been using for the past… actually, I really didn’t know how long we’d been keeping the cat food in that box. Eh, but that didn’t matter.
Sleepily walking two rooms down our short, dark hallway and into the laundry room I dropped the cup of food for Steve in his bowl who greedily started shoving down the kernels like his life depended on it. I did the same for Ginger, who was fed in my room. She wasn’t as loud and annoying as Steve was most of the time.
Going back into the hallway I continued into the family room (which was really just my second room) and my movements woke up my dog, Haley.
“Hey dere dawggg.” I smiled and rubbed her stomach. She was just the laziest dog you’ll ever see. She slept on my “weekend bed” any time nobody else was, which would be nearly twenty-four seven. But she was getting pretty old at the same time so I guess I couldn’t blame her, but her constant begging got on my nerves sometimes.
But it wasn’t just the fact that I was up that Haley woke up. When I was up, it meant breakfast, which meant food, which meant it was begging time. But she didn’t get up quite yet, and I just went into the kitchen and turned on the light. Pulling out a bowl from the cabinet and some cereal from the pantry, then pouring milk into the cereal bowl, I went back into the family room, and set my breakfast on the coffee table (which also worked as a chess or checkers board at the same time). Walking over to the large lamp seated on the floor in the corner of the room, light came into the area, and I sat down on the couch right behind the coffee table. I reached for the remote as I took my first slurps of cereal, but then decided against it.
Right. Inuyasha’s on now… ugh.
So, instead, I picked up my Nintendo DS and started playing that as I ate my cereal. Right now I was just training my Glaceon in Pokemon Diamond, but I got kinda bored and turned it off soon. So I just sat there eating breakfast in silence.
My dreams are getting way too realistic these days… Ugh, goes to figure since that’s really the only thing I do these days.
Well, once I was done, my parents were still asleep —which was really good for me—and I went back into my room and closed the door tight.
Was I going to get dressed with an hour before I had to get ready for school? Heck no! I used that hour online! I’ll admit it, I was addicted to Pe2k forums, mainly because I could just talk to my friends. Even though angel_fire wasn’t on as much. Stupid three hour time difference. And while I didn’t have any new PMs when I logged on, I still checked what was—and I officially confirmed it—the most posted, the most viewed, the most popular fan fiction n the “Other: Fan Fiction” board. That fic would be none other than Aggression of the Dragon, made by yours truly, Eaglemaster23.
No new comments on it either, even though I put the newest chapter in last night. But it wasn’t too surprising, since me and angel_fire were really the only ones who posted in it now. But I really wished more people would sign up for the RP I made for the first volume….
Before signing off, I checked my buddy list one last time, looking for one name… and she was on. I just had to put it out there; even though we didn’t go to school together, heck! We lived on opposite sides of the US! She was my best friend, a better friend than that of my friends Bilee or Chris even.
Just seeing her on made me happy, and at that moment I remembered something. Today was a Wednesday. And that meant it was a late start, so I had over two hours to talk with her. Immediately I sent her a PM saying:
Hey xD good morning. The newest chapter is up btw, so yeah ^_^
Then I’d just wait for her to respond until a conversation started up again. But in the mean time, I selected RealPlayer and started to have Ichirin no hana by HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR ring through my headphones. Not long after the third PM did my mom open the door.
Oh for the love of….
“Good morning,” I said through a fake smile.
“Christine, how many times do I have to tell you not to get on the computer in the morning?!” She groaned, because, apparently, me being on my laptop bugged the crap out of her.
“Mom, it’s a late start,” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh. Okay then. But you still need to put away your laundry an—“
“And play my clarinet, I know, I know.”
Then she left, with the door wide open. I just positively HATED open doors, they made me feel insecure, even if it was at home. Well, long story short, my mom had more nagging up her sleeves than anybody would ever know. Every word out of her mouth was nagging! And I was dead serious. That, and I had a very nice conversation with angel_fire till I finally had to get ready for school.
And at 8:50, nearly three hours later, I grabbed my rolling backpack George, my clarinet, took my hat Craig off of George’s handle and the “traditional” white glove greeted me. Of course, it seemed weird, but it wasn’t my fault, I liked being different.
However, what other people thought about that was another story. Christine Piotrow, the classic geek. That was my label, but it didn’t even describe me in the slightest. The only thing it did describe were the shallow thoughts of those rap loving morons who were so perverted all they ever talked about was sex. But really, they were all in 7th and 8th grade! It just sickened me, but at the same time made me happy to think that next year, at River Ridge High School, all the sophomores and seniors would beat them up.
I’d laugh and take photos when that day came. Possibly even video tape it. But returning back to reality, I stood on the side walk, waiting for the bus. I was always the first one there, my friend Cory would be second, the perverts came in a group of four last.
“Hey. I’m bored,” came Cory’s catch phrase.
“Yeah, me too,” and I crossed my arms, shivering a little from the cold.
“Hey, I just got this new idea.”
“I’m listening.”
“We take a grenade, stuff it up the diesel intake of the bus, then get a flamethrower and BOOM!”
“Yeah, but how do we know that Bilee and Edward won’t be on and that we’d escape…?”
It was a very wierd thing to think of… for most people, but not my friends. We hated humanity in general, and all those perverted idiots on the bus. It kind of went like this: the emo and otherwise quiet kids sat up front, there was maybe a two seat gap from 7-9 and alllll the way back to seat 25 there were the perverted kids. Nothing but them.
It just annoyed us to no end and when they come up to us trying to flirt with me and Bilee, she and I’d pretty much just flip ‘em off. Or give them this icy cold glare, even resulting to beating them up if it came to that.
I remember about two weeks ago, this guy Brett, he almost grabbed my butt, but the second before he did, I started hitting him over the head shouting:
“YOU FLIPPING PERV!! I SWEAR YOU’RE THE FIRST ON MY DEATH LIST!!!”
He was trying to shout “Rape! Rape!” but everybody knows nobody comes when you shout that. And once he was in extreme pain by then he just rubbed his neck muttering
“Damn she’s vicious. I bet she likes me.”
My face went bright red at the thought. And then I turned around very slowly, with probably the most evil of all looks with an equally sinister calm voice.
“The only way I’d like you would be when your corpse is rotting on the side walk with all you other inept fools burning on the road when your bones are broken, your blood is being used as paint, crows are pecking at your peeling skin, and I was the one who got to video tape the whole thing.”
That instantly shut them all up. Cory just laughed after the few seconds of silence passed and the group of four started to back off slowly. I smirked and turned around.
But Brett did a lot of other daring things like that, but the worst mistake he ever made was snatching Craig right off my head. Right then and there, I literally felt like the hybrid form of my main character from Aggression of the Dragon, Kaiumi Uchiha, when she awakened her hybrid powers for the first time.
First off I ran fast as lightning after him. It was pretty ironic though, I barely ever got out of my house, I ate tons of sugar and chocolate, yet was skinny as a stick, and I ran faster than the annoying pimple face who’d been playing football for three years. Perhaps it was adrenaline rushing through my body, but the next moment I grabbed the running Brett by the backpack handle, and jerked him back. He stumbled and nearly fell onto the ground, till I very violently did that for him and dug my heel into his chest.
Nobody ever dared tell anybody about that, because the teachers loved me, even though I wasn’t anywhere near teacher’s pet. I was downright smarter than they could ever hope to be, and the last person who tried to turn me in ended up having to quit band class.
That’s what made me feel so accomplished, even though I had a weird philosophy for that: Kill one person, save the world. Think about it… does it make sense? If you kill one person, you can donate their blood to people who need it, give the bones to a museum, sell organs, and give whatever’s left over to the Eskimos. Wasn’t that simple?
And today was no different. When Brett showed up once again, for the day that would mark his death would never seem to come, he made another one of his biggest mistakes. This time George was stolen… but he didn’t even get five feet with him, since George was so heavy… even though, I was too used to the weight I didn’t notice. But anyways, let’s just say, both Cory and I really wished we had cameras at the time right when I snatched George out of his hands and rammed him in the stomach with George’s immense weight.
“Haha. Pwned,” a satisfied and somewhat evil glint appeared in my eye. But it was true, I spoke forum a lot in my life, just another one of my personal quirks.
~~END So, how was that? I will also put pictures up soon, so you can see the world in which I live in, how my friends look, everybody... except Brett. :susp: I hoped you liked it, and don't forget to read Aggression of the Dragon too people, you'll love it, I guarantee it, or your money back! xD