Swift:
I was walking home from (sport) practice. My team and I had lost the last game we played, so our coach made us train until 7:30. It was already getting dark and I was about an hour away from home. My parents were out for their anniversary tonight, so they couldn't pick me up. So I walked home. My duffle bag lightly hit my side as I walked, which got to be really annoying real fast. Although, in a few minutes I'll be thanking God I have it. I heard footsteps running behind me, and they were getting closer and closer. I didn't bother to turn around and I just ran. I heard chuckling and cat-calls coming from behind me. Soon enough someone grabbed my left shoulder and pinned me to the nearest wall. It was two men, both looking over 40 and really drunk. They stared at me and licked their lips. "Hey, let me go you fucking pricks!" I shouted. Thay just laughed and whistled. "A feisty one ain't (he/she)?" The first one sneered, the alcohol rolling off his breath and onto my face. They started to grope me in places that should be left alone, but were stopped when one was hit in the head with a trash can lid. I hit the other one in the groin while he was distracted, and hit him with my duffle bag. He was pulled away from me two seconds later. I didn't think, and just started running.I turned my head to look behind me, and caught a glimpse of something darting up the fire escape, and disappearing onto the roof. I didn't stop, though. I just kept running. I ran all the way to my house, were I ran straight up to my room and locked the one window that was in my room. I sighed and slumped against the wall, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Then, I heard a tapping noise from my window. I looked up, only to find a note stuck to it. I warily unlocked the window and tore the note off of it. I closed it back up, and read the note.
'If you need help again, just call this number, baby. ;)
(Insert number here)
~Swift
I stared at the note for a good ten minutes before setting it on my bedside table. I rubbed my forehead and decided to get some rest. I changed into my pajamas and crawled into my bed. However, I felt like someone was watching me before I finally passed out.
Rebel:
I was sitting in the library after school. I'll admit, I am a total bookworm. I love literature, and I hope to be an author one day when I grow up. However, my appearance was that of a classic nerd. I wore a sweater over a black tank top, and a long(skirt/ pair of trousers). My hair was always (in a ponytail/covering some of my face), and I never went anywhere without my glasses. I'm always really quiet, and I never have any kind of contact with anyone.
Anyways, as I was reading, I heard something strange coming from outside the library. I sighed and tried to keep reading, but the noise was too distracting. I sighed in annoyance and closed my book.
"Good thing the librarian isn't here..." I muttered under my breath. I peeked around the corner of the doors that led to the library and instantly regretted it. A weird shape was flown pass my line of sight, and landed in a nearby row of lockers, breaking them all. I flinched, and stared at the thing that was thrown. I widened my eyes. It was a turtle-humanoid, with very angry looking features. He wore a black vest over a red tank top, and leather straps around his wrists. On his left arm was a tattoo, although I'm nit sure of what. Around his neck was a spiked dog collar, and a broken chain hung loose from it. He wore camo pants with red cloth wrapped around the legs and hiker boots. Hanging from the belt loops was a silver chain. Around his head was a black and red bandana, and around his face was a mask, with holes for the eyes. He looked like your average punk.
When I saw his eyes, they were (admittedly) the most beautiful things I've ever seen. His left eye was green, while his right was a bronze color.
Then, all that went away when he looked at me. He at first looked shocked, but then pissed off. He rose up and was about to shout at me, before lasers started firing at him. I jumped at the sudden actions, and turned around back into the library. I ran throughout the bookshelves until I came upon a window. I opened it up and jumped out into the cold Autumn air. I looked behind me to see if anyone was there, and of course, there was no one. I ran down the sidewalk and opened up my phone. I opened the Uber app and called for an Uber. After five minutes the Uber driver pulled and hauled me to my house. As soon as I got home, I went upstairs and flopped onto my bed. I was trying to comprehend what the hell just happened, but my mind wasn't processing correctly. I decided to just try and relax. Soon, I fell asleep.
Ghost:
I wasn't the kindest person around. I hated my school, I hated my teachers, I hated the douches and the bitches that attended this hell hole, and most of all I hate my disorder. I have Tourette Syndrome, and it fucking sucks. People always make fun of my tics, which are impossible to control. I can't speak correctly, and if I try, it sounds like I'm high or drunk. However, it didn't stop me from playing the Saxophone. I loved playing instruments, especially the Sax. It was calming, and I felt so much better. I also played the drums, flute, and the piano. I wasn't in band however. I didn't want to be faced with solos and all that shit, so I practiced at home. I lived on my own since I had enough money from my job as a secretary for a rather large company. I bought my own apartment not too far away from my parents, and I got my own Saxophone. I took weekly piano lessons, and flute lessons. It was a lot better.
Unfortunately, I had none of that today, seeing as my Sax was broken, I had no piano or flute lessons today, and my algebra teacher was being a dick-wad and giving us all a packet for homework tonight. The big bitch of the school was getting on my nerves, and decided to fill my locker with notes that had every insult in the book. So when the bell rang for school to be over, I sprang out of my chair and out into the pouring rain. Greeeeaaaaaat. I pulled the hood of my hoodie up and waited for the bus to show up. After about twenty minutes, a really tall man stood next to me with an umbrella in hand. I saw from the corners of my eye that he was wearing a long trench coat, trousers and shiny shoes. He had on an oversized fedora, and the collar of the jacket was pulled up to cover the bottom half of his face. I rolled my eyes and ignored him for another ten minutes. When I realized the bus wasn't coming, I decided to take the subway instead. When I walked away, however, I felt a cold stare beaming at my back. I shuddered, and tried not to turn around.
M.C:
I was sleeping peacefully, when my little (brother/sister) came running into the room. They were bawling their eye out, and holding their favorite stuffed bear that I gave 'em for Christmas. "(Y/N), someone i-is downstairs..." (He/she) cried, tears pouring down their face. It wasn't mom or dad, because they worked night-shifts. They had left when we went to bed. I told them to stay in my room and don't open the door unless I say so. I patted them on the head and grabbed a metal bat that was leaning against my closet door. I walked out as silent as I could, trying to avoid any stairs that creaked underneath my weight. I heard nothing at first, but a low clatter could be heard coming from the kitchen. I raised the bat high above my head, getting ready to swing at anything that comes near.
When I finally reached the kitchen, I saw a weird sight. A strange turtle-human hybrid was in my kitchen, munching on leftover pizza. He had a black vest over an orange T-Shirt, and three-fingered fingerless gloves on his hands. His jeans were ripped, and the words MC could be seen in a couple of the patches. He wore black converse, and belts hung from his belt loops(no, I'm not kidding). On his head he wore a black cap that said NYC and spikes lining the cover of the cap. Leaning against the fridge was a metal baseball bat, fairly similar to mine.
I realized e hadn't noticed me yet, so I stayed as silent as possible. I snuck up behind him, and swung the bat.
It conked him on the head, causing him to jump from his seat at the island and hop over to his bat, which he took in his hands as well."Hey! What's your problem?!" He asked, seeming genuinely confused."My problem is you intruding into my house and eating my food! I don't even know you!" I screeched back. We were both in the same stance, glaring daggers at the other person. We stayed that way until he decided to slowly back away. I followed him until his back was to and open window. He then proceeded to jump out, and disappear into the night. I sighed in frustration, and climbed back up the stairs. I told my (bro/sis) that the man was gone, and they can go back to bed. And I did the same.
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Ok, that was chapter one!! Hope ya'll enjoyed!! Again, after 5 more chapters, I'll be taking requests for chapter ideas. The ones I'm working on:
You meet him properly
You become friends
You become best friends
You get attacked(and they save you ;) )
So yeah!! Hope you guys enjoyed!
~Author-Chan❤️