It's a MARVELous Life

|PART 1| ~Chapter 1~ I lose a cookie in milk LE GASP

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOORED. BO-OOO-OOO-OOORED."

Have you ever been so bored that all you do is scream about how bored you are? Yeah, that was me right there. Only, I sounded like a whale dying after being suffocated by a screaming walrus.

Yes, I really just said that.

It was about 10pm the day it happened. I was screaming about how bored I was. My parents were still watching TV, my older sister caking her fac- I mean, applying makeup for going God-knows-where with God-knows-who. I think she managed to convince my parents she was simply off for a sleepover at a friends. Yeaaaaaah. And I'm a fourth year, Gryffindor witch who is secretly having an affair with Professor Snape's dead body...wait what? Ew, necrophilia.

So anyway, things were going all peachy and boring, the neighbours were preparing for bed even though they have nothing to do with anything, until...GODZILLA BURST THROUGH MY BEDROOM DOOR AND ATE ME. Yeah, I wish. My life is too boring for that kind of stuff, and at least I would have something to do, being digested in the stomach of Godzilla.

I tend to ramble, if you haven't noticed. So anyways, where were we?

Oh yeah....BOREDSVILLE

"NATALIE SHUT UP." Cue caring and kind sister. Man, I wish I had a brother.

"I'M TRYING TO BUT THE BOOGIEMAN IS FORCING ME TO SCREAM." I invented, sinking my face into the pillows on my bed, my whole body sprawled across the ugly pink bedspread of my mom's choosing.

When I talk random like that, people just tend to ignore me. I pick up my iPod and check Wattpad. I may just be the only 14 year old who doesn't have a phone. Oh, and maybe I'll tell you why when I care.

If I'm not reading: (prepare yourself for fandom overload) Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Divergent, The Testing, The Maze Runner, Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, Lord of The Rings, The Hobbit and about 74729187472991929929919999992732 trillion more books, then I'm either thumbing through marvel or DC comics (which I'll admit I don't have very much of), and watching the movie adaptations.

If I'm NOT doing that, then I'm probably on Wattpad reading fanfics. Laughing at the clicheness that spreads too much.

But at that moment, I couldn't be bothered to read anything more. Too much Daughter-Of-Poseidon and Harry's-Twin can get a little boring.

So about half an hour later, when my sister left and my parents went to sleep, I was still bored. Not to mention hungry. I looooooove food so I had decided to go into the kitchen, see my options.

Now, lemme just settle something. Whenever it's dark I always hear noises like crashing or whatever when I go outside of my room. Yes, that used to scare me even though it was just the boiler acting up, so I always ended up taking the tennis racket I had in my room.

I just put it on the counter, then set to make a snack. Chocolate milk...and some cookies. Chocolate chip.

But just as I was about to dunk my second cookie, I actually heard a crash. It was so sudden, that my cookie sunk into the milk, a soul forever torn apart from my existence.

Heart pounding, blood pumping fiercely, (does that even make sense?) I grabbed my racket, brushing my cookie crumbs away with my sweaty palm.

It was quiet for a moment and I was contemplating on going back to my chocolate milk to find the cookie, when the kitchen window burst open. It was dark but I can guarantee over my sister's dead body that I saw a sliver of something shiny. Like metal.

The only thought that I was processing was this: "WHAT DO I DO? THERE IS A BURGLAR WHAT DO I DO?!?!"

But I am no Gryffindor, dauntless for nothing. So I swung the bat blindly, deciding that I would scream for my dad.

"DAA-"

That's when it all happened in an instant.

A silver gleam, a grunt (uhm...) and my mouth was covered and clamped shut by a strong arm, closing around my throat.

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First chapter! Eh...this book will not get many reads but who cares?