The World: Falling

OK... Yeah, I know, a lot of unfinished books... I should do a section for short stories :0 good idea! Lol but here's a story. I tried to make it more... personal? Lol. Eveningswift :) 02:47, February 19, 2010 (UTC)

Prologue
"She will be remembered..." whispered a light brown tabby tom, his head dipped in grief. Before him were three cats, walking away from him. They slipped out of his sight.

But the thing they were carrying did not. The tail of the still apprentice made a line in the dust, dark as the night sky above him.

Chapter 1
"Look! There's the new girl."

I sighed as they- my new classmates- whispered.

The new girl.

I don't know how, but I wasn't quite annoyed with that title here. I mean, I've been here for 3 days already! But still, I was used to this name. I've been to eight schools.

Yet, shouldn't a normal human being be agonized to be called that? Or at least glad of the attention? I wasn't either. Maybe that means I was different. I hoped that this diferent was a more of a "special" positive side of the word.

But please. I'd trade 36 hours of moving possetions and a couple days of excrutiating attention for being invisible- or at least rooted into one spot- any day. But that plan's not working for me that well just yet.

As I sat down for my seat in science, an eruption of whispers exploded. Again.

I sighed yet again as I took out my binder. This was probably going to be a long day

"You. You're in my seat," came a nauseating voice frolm behind. I gulped, but then just turned... to see this, what, elephant girl with orange hair.

Orange hair? Oh gosh... spare me please.

"I though that there were no assigned seats," I managed to choke out with the weight of her glare.

"Though wrong, buttercup," she spat. I blinked. Buttercup? It just occured to me that I had a daffidol on my shirt for daffidol day. What the heck...

"I said, thought wrong, buttercup!"

"You should probably get back to your own seat. Or at least go back to "The Biggest Loser."

Why did I just say that.

I winced and waited for her to slug me, but the teacher had come in. I was spared.

"Sorry" I said honestly, but I couldn't help a slight smile. Bad-girl looked like she wanted to choke me. Which was probably true.

"You and me. 3 PM." She said it in a hoarse, deadly whisper, and I knew she was serious.

Uh oh.

"Martha, please stop chatting with the new student." Oh, Mr. Samods was like that too? All the "new person" like things were spreading. Martha gave him a raspberry and recieved a detention, unfortunately IN school, not after it. My eyes darted to the clock as I was sad to learn that I had to fight Martha after all.

All in all, this wasn't the nicest person I've met since I moved here. Or the brightest.

I couldn't help but to expresss my joy as the bell rang. Don't get me wrong, everyone but Buttercup-Martha was very nice. But then, if I rushed... Martha might not catch up to me.

"Bye!" some kids said, and I stuck a conversation with a guy for a couple of moments.

Then- finally! I was off of school grounds.

But.

"There you are, Buttercup."