"S-SWAP!" A voice yelled "O-OH MY GOD SWAP!!" His voice echoed through the Forrest sending birds into the sky. The white and black wearing human sat up to face the man he once called a friend. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" He yelled tears streaming down his pail cheeks. "Oh Cross you know it had to be done! Swap was just... in my way..." The man replied squinting his faded golden eyes. Cross stood there, silently. "In the way of what...?" Cross mumbled.
"Pardon?"
"I said... IN THE WAY OF WHAT DREAM?!" Cross yelled locking eyes with 'dream'.
"Oh Cross you saying that makes me realise that 'dream' no longer suits me, how about Shattered?" Shattered declared.
"ANSWER ME!" Cross yelled
"In the way to MY happy ending... OUR happy ending" Shattered said. Cross was confused. Our happy ending? This felt more of a nightmare than a happy ending. Oh he wished it was a nightmare. He wished he didn't have to watch one of his best friends die right in front of him...
*GASP* Cross jumped up from under his covers. It was a nightmare. A cold sweat dripped down of Cross's face. Cross looked round the room just to make sure no goopy looking version of dream was in the room. Luckily there wasn't. "It had to of just been a crappy nightmare." Cross mumbled. Cross through the blankets of of himself and went to get ready for the day. Cross took of his pjs and then took his black long sleeve shirt and black shorts and put them on. Grabbing his white hoodie his cross cap and belt he finished getting dressed. But his hair was a mess. "Holy crap it's never been this bad" cross mumbled eyes widened as he looked in his wardrobe mirror "now to find that god dam brush..."
"Pffffft the fact you have a brush if fuckin' hilarious" C.C laughed
"Oh you can shut up, it's not like you know how to keep my locks lush!" Cross blurted out vainly.
"Keep telling your self that." C.C mumbled.
"AH! I found it!" Cross yelled pulling out the brush from the 4 drawer "now to brush"
*****a few minutes later *****
"Done!" Cross yelled. He left the room forgetting to make his bed, he walked down his house stairs and threw the kitchen towards the back garden. He had to get some of his clean clothes into the house before he went to the meeting. He pulled down on a towel to lower the washing line and began to unclip all the pegs keeping the washing from blowing away. One by one Cross took the washing off the washing line and neatly folded it then placed them into a basket which he would later take up to his room to put away. When he was halfway done he checked the time to see how much longer he had left, 30 MINUTES?! It takes him 10 minutes to get there and it usually take him at least 5 minutes for him to get and finish his breakfast.When he was done he brought the basket inside and just put it down by the stairs because at this point he was running extremely late he only had 12 minutes to get there. He would have to skip breakfast. "Crap..." Cross said. He then rand out of the door and down the street.
***tem skip to after the meeting***
"I'm gunna get something to eat." Cross said "bitch I'm starving.>:("
Word count:
528
Short for a first chapter I know I'll try to make them longer!!!
