The Adventures of Tintin. (fan made) (UNDER EDITING)

An Adventure's Beginning

Things You Should Know- I don't own anything from the movie or any of the characters in it. All I own is my own character. And in this chapter Tintin is 14 and Lillian is 13.

Who Is Lillian?- Lillian is a character that I created myself. She has tan skin, forest green eyes, and long, beach wavy, jet black hair. In this chapter she's about 5'3'' but in the rest of the story, she's 5'5''. Lillian is in love with many different types of art, but reading and writing is, by far, her favorite. Playing her violin is a close second. She is more introverted than she is extroverted, but she won't shy away from a conversation with a stranger.

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'The roads go ever, on and on, down from the door where it begun. Now far ahead the road has gone. And I must follow if I can.'

This moment was absolutely flawless. As my back rested against the rough bark of an oak tree, my eyes drifted across the pages of my favorite book. The Hobbit. Despite being in only a dress and sandals, I was comfortable as the sun cast a blanket of warmth over my body. The scent of freshly clipped grass, pine leaves, and flowers gifted me with beautiful smells that aided in my relaxation. However, I could hardly focus on these gifts that mother nature had given me, for my mind was off in another world. One of monsters, dragons, friendship, and best of all... adventure. Nothing like the life I live now. Maybe that's why I like books so much. They took me on adventures that I could only dream of having. Adventures of excitement, danger, discovery, love, and so much more. How desperately I wanted an adventure like the ones in my books. But I had to remind myself that I'm just a normal girl. Just a teenager who goes to school, has hobbies, reads, and goes back home to the orphanage every day. Hardly the type of person who would be a main character in an adventure book. I guess I can only dream.

As I continued to read, being oblivious to everything that wasn't my book, I almost didn't notice the brightly painted finger nails hover over the pages. I could hardly react before the pages were ripped from my hands. So forcefully that small papercuts were left behind on the palms of my hands. Wincing immediately after sustaining the minor injuries, I looked up at a, rather familiar, face. Anne.

Anne was one of the popular kids in my school. She was pretty with long brown hair a bell-blue eyes. She had decent grades and was a master at socialization. But she was also one of the many people in my school who found it amusing to pick fun at the nerdy orphan. Or in other words... me. My eyes traveled from Anne to a close friend of hers who stood right behind her shoulder. Bonnie. Bonnie seemed to have no original traits. All were just off brand versions of Anne's. Even Bonnie's looks mimicked Anne.  

My gaze drifted back to Anne as she started speaking. "You know, it's dumb that you find these boring books fun to read. Why do you even like them?"

I rolled my eyes at the question. Reaching out my hand, palm up, I spoke. "Just give it back, Anne. It's not like you'd care to find out the answer."

Anne held my book farther from my reach. "Not until you answer my question, Bookworm."  

I ignored the nickname and stood up. As I gained my balance, I locked my gaze with Anne's, not saying a word. 

"Are you going to answer Anne's question, or what?" Bonnie spoke up.

I chuckled. "Maybe I like books so much because you two aren't in the stories."

Anne rolled her eyes. "Aww. Isn't that so sad? She thinks that a world without me is a better one! Oh, you just don't know how stupid you are, do you?"

"I'm fine with that type of ignorance."