The Day My Life Began

Becoming Raspberry Stardust

While sitting inside the small classroom, I had one big thought. Chemistry class sucked! Even though the stuff inside was dangerous I found very little use of knowing what home chemicals can mix and explode. I learned that crap two years ago when I was thirteen and even then I didn't use it for anything! With some of these clowns that knowledge it would only led to a busy night for Firefighters.

Forced by sheer boredom I began doodling. Something that even over my many years of Jumping I never improved (except when I went into Jane by Design but it still sucked).  I had no friends to sneak notes to, or email, or text or however they do it. Plus, I don't need friends for what I do. I just need partners in crime, that's what I call the people I meet on Jumps, all of which are very nice. Plus, I know when their word can be trusted simply by watching the show!

Now what I was doodling could be a baby dragon with cute big eyes but it still needed something else. So, I arranged her scales in the way of Babs Seed, I colored it with the dark blue marker I had stored inside my pink sparkly pen case. This little cutie would be adorable.

You know, once it was done and a more professional artist got to it.

It didn't take long anyhow. Soon I had created a baby dragon with dark blue hair, dark purple scales and the shining dark blue eyes and delicate lashes made for a girl, the rest of her was in the color I'm pretty sure was lilac.

*RING*

Moving as fast as my legs would take me I rushed out of class, the doodle in hand. I always made sure to be packed at least a minute before the bell rang so I could get to my locker before the Bellingham girl showed up. She always tried to engage me in some boring conversation about some crap.

Frankly I don't have time for friends in this universe.

You heard me right. I said this universe.

One of my, I guess you would call it a hobby, hobbies was 'jumping' into other  dimensions deep within my own in which the portals are books, TV and, on a rare occasion, some idiots terribly written Creative Story. I  still think he deserved a D, a clock that's only right twice a day until daylight savings?  Worst fake year of my life.

I praised whatever holy being watched over me. Bellingham wasn't at her locker so I had like maybe 20 seconds before she showed up.  Free Period had just started so I guess could jump to a place for a while, maybe Castle or some Psych. I'm sure one of those idiots needs my help again.

"Morgan!" Damn it. I slammed my locker and quickly ran toward the library before Bellingham caught up with me.

"Thank God." I said as I hid behind one of the displays inside the library. Looking at the dragon I drew I thought of that weird show I saw awhile back.

My Little Pony had become a favorite for me in the week I've been watching it. While I jump I manage to get some cash so whatever I gathered I used to buy; TV shows, music and new clothes from these shows. Half of it was Brony stuff as of late.

But strangely while I was halfway thru Season One, the screen on my iPhone went blank. The battery was fully charged, I had a good internet connection so I know it wasn't any of those.

"What the fudge?" I only swore when someone that couldn't tell my parents was nearby. In the same way a child steals from the cookie jar when the parents are gone.

Then I felt something pulling at my chest. The feeling I was got before I was 'pulled' into a show instead of jumping into it. Which always led to my save shoved in dirt or covered in blood. That reminds me, I should totally go see Darce this weekend. I need to update my fighting anyway.