79Breezy: "Yay! I got my brain working! Anyhow, this is my story!"
"You really didn't think I'd forget and be sued, did you? Anyway, KH and KH2 don't belong to me, and neither do the characters, or plot. Elizabeth, however, is my OC. Her story and home are also mine. Now, BEGIN!"
I stared out the screen door. The summer's heat was worse today than it had been all week, if that were even possible. Summer break had started about two days ago. Two days done and I was already bored. I shut my eyes and listened to the cicadas' whine and chirps and a wish of a passing car. Lindsey sat in the den, watching Sesame Street on TV. She usually would be talking your ears off, but that was what you'd get used to after a while. She was only four years old, but she knew some big words for a kid in pre-school.
School started in three, maybe three and a half months, but even though I should have been running through the forest and fields with my friends Mary and Susan, my mind kept drifting to schoolwork. Mr. Prez, the English teacher, had assigned us a four-page report on something interesting we'd have done over the summer. Nothing interesting has ever happened to me, other than the snowy white wings that sprout from my back, but you don't write that in a school paper, unless you want attention to you like Brittany's new hairstyle. Leme explain that first part.
My name is Elizabeth Herin, Liz or Lizzy for short. When I was given to Amy and her husband, they discovered small bumps where my shoulder blades were.
I've never seen my real mother and father.
About a year later, White feathers emerged from my back. Even though I was two, I still can remember the intense pain. Well, you can imagine Amy and her husband were struck. A foster child with wings!
I was hidden. Amy home-schooled me for a few years. The only people I ever told were Mary, Susan, and the principal. Lucky for me, they all understood. The principal was the nicest, though. He let me skip PE, claiming I had a heart murmur. (A/N: For those of you who don't understand, that's a small hole in a chamber of your heart. Physically, not mentally.) Now I understood why.
In middle school, you have to dress out for gym, and 35 other girls freaking out over a pair of wings wouldn't end well, would it?
I jerked myself back to reality and thought about what I could do. The only things I came up with were things I couldn't do.
Ride my bike. / It was way too hot.
2. Talk to Amy. / Even though Amy was ok, she never wanted to talk anymore.
I opened my eyes, shifted so I wouldn't hit the coat rack, and flapped lazily. Suddenly my attention was caught as I glanced at a figure that seemed to be facing me. He was standing in the field in front of our house. "Poor guy." I said to myself. He was probably boiling in that black coat he was in. Just as suddenly as he appeared, he was gone.
Lindsey squeaked as Elmo's World popped onto the screen.
A very nervous and jumpy Demyx walked down the hall, cowering. He had failed in his mission. His orders: Get the girl. After all, how hard would it be to get a 14 year-old teenager? He could only pray that there would be something left of him when it was over.
" I'll be a dusk for this." He said in a low voice to himself.
"Boo."
Said a voice behind him. Demyx jumped through the ceiling. Number eight patiently waited until he made it back. "Axel!" Demyx shouted when he had landed. Axel grinned at this, and then, looking at Demyx, he said, "You didn't get her."
Silence.
Demyx took a breath, let it out and replied, "Well, no."
Axel put his face in his hands and then gave Demyx a glare. "Axel, I told you they sent the wrong guy. I couldn't do it." Demyx said, starting to picture how hard Sïax (Or Xaldin, depending on what mood Superior was in) would hit him. Axel took another breath and replied,
"You do realize that you'll be a dusk for this."
"You think I don't know that?"
"Just confirming it for ya."
Demyx sighed, knowing full well that the certain redhead wouldn't help him for the time being, and made his way to the meeting room. On his way, he called over his shoulder, "If there's anything left of me, just put me in the fountain."
Breezy: "Well, there ya go. Hopefully I'll get chapter 2 up soon… but until then, bye!"