In Another Universe "Ash! Ash, wake up!" A voice called from the main room of the small house that Ash called home. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking as she looked over and saw the bed of her younger sister, Olive, was empty. She sighed and then slowly sat up, realizing that if Olive was already awake then she was very, very late to be waking up. She should be dressed and ready to leave for work already.
She quickly dressed, pulling on a plain t-shirt, some jeans with holes in the knees, and heavy duty boots. She quickly tied her dark, curly locks up into a ponytail and then nodded. She looked ready for work. She turned and walked out of her room and then saw her mother cleaning up. Apparently breakfast had been served and she missed out. Just her luck.
"Goodness, Ashlyn. I called you about a dozen times before you decided to wake up." Her mother said as she put her hands on her hips. "Your father and brother are already headed out to the yard. You really should hurry."
The Peace Keeper "She is the most beautiful woman in the world," He thought as he rested his chin in his cupped hand and watched her walk to her desk. He had been admiring her from the day he arrived at Hogwarts, (he had arrived two years late, since he had previously gone to school at Durmstrang, but then some events going on there at the time made his parents a bit antsy, and himself and his older brother relocated to Hogwarts) and now he just couldn't get her out of his mind. And they were graduating in a month, and he knew he had to make his move, but Peter wasn't around to tell him exactly what to do and how to act, and Derek had to admit he was a bit clumsy around girls. They seemed to find him charming, but Derek wanted to win her over specifically, and she never seemed to show interest. But she was a cunning Slytherin and he was just a caring Hufflepuff. Maybe it wasn't in the stars for him to win her over, but he was going to try.
When class came to a close, thank goodness,
We Tried to Change the World Too FastA little girl sat quietly on the edge of the busy morning street in the city of Paris during the Summer braiding her dark hair as she watched people walk by as they made their way to the market, or a job, or made their way to nowhere in particular because they had nowhere to go. She smiled once she tied off her braid and then pulled a cap over her head, tucking her braids up into it. She didn't really like being girly by any means, so she wore trousers and a boy's shirt that she had gotten from a friend, and she proudly ran around the streets in this outfit. It was just easier to get out of scrapes when a skirt wasn't wrapped around your legs trying to trip you up, and in these very uncertain times she liked being able to get away from places fast. She had been on her own since she was seven years old, because her mother had died in child birth and her father had been taken to prison for not being able to pay taxes, and without any other family nearby, that essentially left her to the
HGOCT: BloodbathHis eyes opened suddenly, fear could be seen in his stare as he sat up suddenly and put a hand on his forehead as though he was trying to keep his mind from racing with the thoughts that currently buzzed in his brain. Today was the Hunger Games. This was even worse than waking up to the Reaping every year.
He took a moment to calm himself, until his heart wasn't racing anymore, and he slowly got out of bed and went to look out the window at the Capitol. He could just imagine them all waking up and being thrilled and trying to pick out the best outfit for the opening of the Hunger Games. His gaze fell as he thought about the fact that his family was going to be watching him as well. He didn't really want them to see what was going to happen, because they'd either see him die in a gruesome manner, or they'd watch him become a killer. Both thoughts made him feel sick, honestly.
He gently touched the little silver coin that hung around his neck and he knew he had to get ready, and he
Never felt like this beforeHe adjusted his beanie as he walked through the campus during the Fall weather. It was pretty chilly today, but nothing unbearable. He quite liked it, actually. He chewed on his lower lip as he thought about the test in his business advertising class he was going to be taking. He really wasn't too fond of it, even if some of the assignments were fun. He had a lot on his plate, and designing a dumb logo for a product was something he had put off until the last minute, which looking back now seemed terribly unwise. He knew he'd half assed it, honestly, and he would probably pay for it, too. The charming smile didn't get him A's like he'd always hoped. Not even B's. He'd probably get a D for this, he knew it.
"Hey, hey, hey!" A voice called to him. Curtis turned his head just in time to see a tall boy with dark skin, and bright eyes running towards him while waving his hand as though to catch his attention. Curtis sighed because he knew Thomas was going to try and distract him, but maybe
Just give me a reason "Percy, I swear, you're never going to get up for classes if you don't listen to the alarm I set up for both of us. You're not going to be ready." A voice, with an almost motherly tone, reprimanded the young woman still laying in bed, wrapped up under all her covers.
Percy smirked from underneath her blankets, because she had been semi-awake ever since that damned alarm clock went off, she just didn't make any motion to get up and out of the warm cocoon she'd made for herself. Bonnie, her room mate, was always up instantly (like a robot), and she made herself look nearly perfectly. Not a blemish shown, not a single run in her stockings. Percy just didn't quite care enough for her appearance, she wasn't out there to please anyone. Just herself and the few that thought she was alright just the way she was. That's why her wardrobe consisted of old band t-shirts, torn up jeans, one treasured leather jacket, and maybe one button up shirt. Nothing like Bonnie's closet full of cla
Stuck in his daydreamThe boy stood on the corner of a busy street as he waited for the signal to cross. London was always busy, but especially during the afternoon like this. His breath hung in the air like a small cloud of smoke, for it was so cold out during this December weekend. Finally, there was the signal, and he walked across the street, glancing both ways anyway because that had been a habit his parents had instilled in his young mind for years, and he was always well behaved. Well, mostly. As he hopped up onto the curb he briefly considered the thought that maybe he wasn't as angelic as his appearance made him out to be. The bright blue eyes and blonde hair with the sweet smile to follow, maybe it wasn't as real as everyone thought. Why did those physical attributes make someone innocent, anyway? Didn't make much sense to him.
He kept wandering down the street, guitar slung over his back. This wasn't a nice part of the city anymore, and really not the place for a person to be wandering alone even