Fictional Affection

7. Some Adventurous Motivation

Chapter Seven: Some Adventurous Motivation

It was my father who had introduced me to the magnificent world of fiction and books. I was only three and a half years old when he bought me a book for Christmas, one with many pictures with a wonderful storyline. Of course, I couldn't read, but as he read to me I understood every single concept, and was truly fascinated. It was like I was born to be with books. As I grew, he gave me more and more: fantasy, adventure, romance. Since I was ten I've always dreamt of falling into a book, letting the carefully scripted words engulf me like the sea.

The thought of living with fairies and having dragons as pets, or falling in love with my own Prince Charming made my insides swirl, leaving me in my own little world of magic. But as technology evolutes, I made a new best friend:the Internet. Where I could share my thoughts on books and fight and scream over fictional characters and different otp's.

But now, as I stare in horror at this horrendous creature with a gnarled face and rotting ears, it no longer seems like a sweet dream come true, but a nightmare I cannot escape. I could hear my heart pounding, echoing in my head, along with the sound of the monster barging its way up the stairs. I stood there, aghast, not knowing what to do. I frantically looked around, searching for a way to escape this life ending situation. I could now hear the yaps and barks of Rosco behind the door, and I immediately set the frightened dog free. It turns out he wasn't frightened at all, but seemed to have a great plan indeed.

Well, from the glint in the dogs eyes, I could tell this German Shepherd had more than just obedience in store. Rosco leapt up onto the table near the window, and without a moments hesitation, jumped through the window. I nearly screamed in horror, the sight of a dead, mangled body of a dog honestly disgusted me. I looked over the window, and found that there were several roofs from other school building before us, and that Rosco hadn't jumped to his death, but was running across the other roofs, away.

The others seemed to understand what the German Shepherd was doing. So one by one, Mr.Johnson, Followed by Oliver and John jumped through the window. Their was still around three metres before the roof below us. I glanced uneasily at my broken arm, and the twinge of pain coming from my bruised legs distracting me.

"Ava! Come on! We have to run!" I hear a voice. It was un recognisable because I took one last glance behind me, only to find the huge shadow of the creature, and that was all to make me poo my pants (not literally... I don't think). I muttered every single swear word I knew, and jumped out of the window, and once again braced my self for the hard landing.

But what surprised me is that I did not in fact land on the cold, had roof of the next building, but on something familiarly soft and warm. Realisation hit me as I cursed sharply, and hopped off the groaning person, despite the sharp pain in my legs. Fudgefudgefudgefudgefudgefudge. Fudge.

John was sprawled on the ground, wincing in pain. "Geez Ava, when I say jump, I don't mean jump and aim for me particularly so I can be your cushion." I guess I kind of freaked out from then on.

"Oh my gosh! Sorry sorry sorry! I swear, I wasn't aiming for you, I swear to-" I was cut of from the horrendous roar followed by more terrified screams from teachers and students that caused me to shudder in fear. The mutant animal creep thing was already crouched on t he window sill that creaked under its weight. From the look of it's crazy eyes, I knew it was going to pounce.

"F*cking hell Ava! Run!" And this time I did. I ran for my life, (Without even bothering to help John up)despite the burning pain coming from the bruises on my legs. I finally realised that if there was one thing that motivated me to run as fast as I could or do any physical activity- it was monsters from books.