The Fall (On Hiatus until otherwise stated)

The Fall: Chapter 1 - Serena

Hello everyone, welcome to my first full length story on Wattpad! I hope you enjoy the story as much as I do. Please do leave any comments about the style and tone of the piece (and if you notice any mistakes) I love feedback and would love to hear how I can make my writing better, not only for you, but for myself as well.

I will be updating this story once a week on a Friday. I hope you can stick around.

Sid  :)

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Mondays should not exist. It would be better if you could just skip straight to Tuesday from Sunday. It would make everything a lot better. I don't even get the point of a Monday, who decided Monday would come after Sunday? Would I like Monday more if it was in the Wednesday slot?

Probably not.

Sunday, Wednesday, Tuesday, Monday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.

See? It doesn't matter where in the week Monday is, it's still a Monday, and nobody likes Mondays.

Unfortunately for me it's Monday today, that means double Math's first thing, followed by Chemistry. Whose bright idea was it to give a class full of sixteen year old's double Math's on a Monday?

I bet it was Mrs. Sinclair, head of year elevens. She always seems to get a sick pleasure out of our suffering. Maybe it's because she's old and misses her youth. The tight skin she once had now sagging. Her stomach bulging in all the wrong places, her hair greying, and because of this she schedules DOUBLE MATH'S followed by CHEMISTRY on a Monday morning?

Touché Mrs. Sinclair, touché.

"Have I ever told you how I don't like Mondays?" I whispered across the table. Amy rolled her eyes. I guess I have told her how I don't like Mondays.

I looked down at the question sheet, the numbers seemed to all meld together in a blur. My head couldn't handle this today, not after last night's events;

The air was cool, the sky was black and my cheeks were flushed from my nightly jog. I don't usually jog on a Sunday, but I missed my jog last night as I was at a party, hosted by the one and only Graham Bell, or 'Hambell' as everyone calls him.

His parents were out of town last night, so he sought the opportunity to throw one of the best parties of the school year so far. So good that I completely forgot about my need to jog, and drank twice my body weight in cheap cider instead, which I was paying for earlier this morning.

Luckily the jog was helping to clear the hangover from my head, and the cool air was keeping me awake, and my red cheeks reminded me that no matter how long you jog for you'll always work up a sweat.

I wasn't too far from home when I saw it happen. I was jogging along the main road, headed back towards the village where I live. There was a field to my left and a play park to my right.

I don't know what made me look up; I usually watch my feet as I run.

Left ,right, left, right, left...Tonight though I did look up. Luckily the sky was clear and the stars were out in full glory, and that's when I saw it. It was like a second sun, hurtling through the sky, and it was headed right towards me.

I didn't have time to think, or to even run. I dropped to the ground and covered my head with my arms. Getting into the fetal position. I felt the heat as what ever was coming towards me got closer and closer.

I felt it pass over me, burning brightly, and crashed into the park on my right. Taking out the swing set and landing with a bang. I looked up, removing my hands from my head and looking over to the park.