Chapter 1 - The Beginning Of The End
This is it. The storey you will never believe, but, oh man, it happened alright. Even i look back wondering if it actually happened. Whether or not it was just a crazy dream that happened to pop up in my head one maths classroom when i had fallen asleep. Or i was just imagining it whilst i was bored one day. I'll always know that it was real though.So you wanna know what it is, eh? Well, listen up.
I'm Francessca Queen. Your typical, average teenager (or was). I'm about five foot, eight, close to sitting my GCSE' s, and love being moody. I have long, brown almost black hair which comes down just past my shoulders. It has little flicks in it, which i have always liked. I am quite pale and am very slight although i absolutley love eating. My best feature would have to be my eyes. They are a piercing green, just like emeralds, i have been told. They have little flecks of gold on them, just like gold dust. I really do love them. My worst feature has got to be my feet (my ears come close though). I mean who likes their feet?
I was sitting in Graphics, trying to concentrate on my comic design. I had my best friend,Monica, in one ear jabbering on about how she fancied this new actor, David Tent. I didn't see what she saw in him. He looked like a weasel for goodness sake! In the other ear i had music blasting out. Our graphics teacher put on music to help us "concentrate". He's obvisly never had Monica sat next to him. As i was drawing the nose of a character, this wonderful music travelled to my ears. I looked about. Nobody else was bothered with it. I sat there and listened to it. It really was beautiful, in a rock kind of way. At the end of it, the radio man said it was " The Knites In Shining Plasma" by Knites. He also said it was a tribute to the lead singer who had died last week. Suddenly i felt anger bubble up inside me. Why had i not heard of this wonderful band? Why when i just like something does it or something close to it die? That always happened to me. Take Bobby for example. I used to have to walk this dog for a bit of extra cash. I hated that dogs guts. It never seemed to want to walk. Just as we were learning to like each other, the owner left the gates in the garden open and Bobby wandered out only to be hit by a car. "Why?" i blurted out just as Monica was getting to the part about how many freckles David had on his face.
"Why what? Were you even listening to me?" Monica questioned. Luckily, the bell for the end of the day came before i got a chance to answer.
"Bye, Mon. See you tomorrow!"
"But..." Too late. I was already halfway down the stairs.
This is it. The storey you will never believe, but, oh man, it happened alright. Even i look back wondering if it actually happened. Whether or not it was just a crazy dream that happened to pop up in my head one maths classroom when i had fallen asleep. Or i was just imagining it whilst i was bored one day. I'll always know that it was real though.So you wanna know what it is, eh? Well, listen up.
I'm Francessca Queen. Your typical, average teenager (or was). I'm about five foot, eight, close to sitting my GCSE' s, and love being moody. I have long, brown almost black hair which comes down just past my shoulders. It has little flicks in it, which i have always liked. I am quite pale and am very slight although i absolutley love eating. My best feature would have to be my eyes. They are a piercing green, just like emeralds, i have been told. They have little flecks of gold on them, just like gold dust. I really do love them. My worst feature has got to be my feet (my ears come close though). I mean who likes their feet?
I was sitting in Graphics, trying to concentrate on my comic design. I had my best friend,Monica, in one ear jabbering on about how she fancied this new actor, David Tent. I didn't see what she saw in him. He looked like a weasel for goodness sake! In the other ear i had music blasting out. Our graphics teacher put on music to help us "concentrate". He's obvisly never had Monica sat next to him. As i was drawing the nose of a character, this wonderful music travelled to my ears. I looked about. Nobody else was bothered with it. I sat there and listened to it. It really was beautiful, in a rock kind of way. At the end of it, the radio man said it was " The Knites In Shining Plasma" by Knites. He also said it was a tribute to the lead singer who had died last week. Suddenly i felt anger bubble up inside me. Why had i not heard of this wonderful band? Why when i just like something does it or something close to it die? That always happened to me. Take Bobby for example. I used to have to walk this dog for a bit of extra cash. I hated that dogs guts. It never seemed to want to walk. Just as we were learning to like each other, the owner left the gates in the garden open and Bobby wandered out only to be hit by a car. "Why?" i blurted out just as Monica was getting to the part about how many freckles David had on his face.
"Why what? Were you even listening to me?" Monica questioned. Luckily, the bell for the end of the day came before i got a chance to answer.
"Bye, Mon. See you tomorrow!"
"But..." Too late. I was already halfway down the stairs.
