Chapter uno

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Chapter One

I ran. He was closing in, a malicious grin on his face. He was bigger than me, stronger. I should have let him kill that kid. I should have let him rob that rich, snobby family. But noooooooooo. I had to butt into his business. I just couldn't live without letting him know that I didn't think his 'leisure activities' were very nice. Soon, he would catch up. Soon, he would have what he wanted. Me.  

I ran into the neighborhood tree grove that we like to call The Forest, hoping to buy myself some time. I didn't help that it was the middle of January. It really didn't help that I had come from a fancy shmancy party. That's girl talk for: "I am wearing something totally wrong for playing tag in the winter woods!"  

Oh God. Ahead of me was, of all f-ing things, a frozen lake!!! Oh great. Just perfect. Brilliant. Thanks a bunch, Georgia, for this present. It's one of those late New Year's things, right? If I had time for a side note, I would explain that Georgia is what I call my Guardian Angel. And yes, I believe in them. If you still didn't get it, I would explain that the initials of Guardian Angel are GA, which is what we Americans call Georgia. Unfortunately, I do not have time for a side note. So you will have to live on without knowing who Georgia is. Oh wait, I just told you who she was, didn't I? It must be the pressure of about-to-be-killed-by-a-criminal-phobia. Tsk tsk. Hehe. I'm going crazy.  

I made up my mind pretty quickly. Squeezing my eyes shut as hard as I could, I skidded on the frozen lake. My pursuer apparently decided that he wasn't as stupid as me. Bye bye, bad guy. I really needed to stop worrying about him. I mean, I was kinda skating on a thin layered, frozen lake in high heeled (heels, not wedges) prom shoes. Ya, I was doomed. And I thought I was having luck in boys!! Oh well. And that's when the ice cracked. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!" I screamed. I heard an "umph" from somewhere-out-there land. Probably my pursuer. He was probably thinking, "I am sooo glad I ain't her." Shit, I thought I told myself not to think about him. Especially since I was falling through a frozen lake in, now that you mention it, really heavy partywear. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting to hit freezing H2O.  

Jeez, the water was pretty far down. I had been falling for at least 5 minutes. Falling fast. But, I was still dryer than a desert during a drought. I happen to have been in a desert during a drought, and, bottom line: it was pretty dry. Moral of story: No water! Talk about confuzzling!! Then I landed. Hard. On my butt. On a floor. Not dirt and not water. A sort of smooth, polished wood. There was some kind of a spotlight on me. Ok, now I was freaked out. Out of the shadows (there were shadows under water?), stepped a white lion.  

"Ohmygod!! I totally recognize you! I read about you. You're a White Bengal Lion, right? There's like only one in the world! You're totally a myth!! WAY cool!!" I was seriously excited. I had read about it...him... it...whatever! The Lion came over to me, cautiously. Then the Lion started sniffing me. And then licking me. Eeeewwwwwwww!!!! Lion germs!! Then again, if I was too rude, I could be chewed up and eaten.  

"Um, if you don't mind me asking, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" He/it looked up. Then he/it stepped back. Guess I scared it, hehe.  

Then the lion started stretching all weird. His/its paws and legs began thinning. His mane grew shorter. His face became flatter. He pushed himself up onto his hind legs, which had grown an abnormal distance. He/it- ok, you know what, I'm sticking with 'he'- turned away from me. I watched as pants materialized over his, now very human, legs. When all the lion hair disappeared from his body, he turned around. My heart started beating at the speed of light. He was drop dead gorgeous!!!! If I had been any stupider than I already was, I would have cried out, "So sorry! I didn't mean it!! I honestly really don't mind!! You can lick me all you want!!"  

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