The Misadventure

Chapter 1

GUYS

THIS IS ANOTHER COLLAB STORY I AM PRIVILEGED ENOUGH TO GET TO DO WITH THE BRILLIANT BLOXIE

I'M SO PUMPED

(I wrote this first chapter, she the second, and so forth.)

??? POV

Tap. Tap. Tap Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap Tap.

A hand lashed out, knocking the pencil aside.

"Would you cut it out already? Some of us are trying to work here."

The pencil rolled off the edge of the desk, clattering loudly as it hit the ground. It bounced a few feet away, coming to rest several inches away from my chair.

Screw you too, mate. Some of us aren't trying to work.

I sighed and leaned down, fingers scrabbling at the tile flooring for the pencil. It was my last one, and there was no way I was going to lose this one before the end of the day.

Upright once more in my chair, I debated whether it was worth it or not to keep tapping. It would annoy the rest of the class, and someone would probably complain and then the pencil would get taken away. I can't lose this pencil. No tapping, then.

Dude, one of my new characters should totally have an annoying habit of tapping.

Slumping over in my chair, my eyes traced the pattern of the clock face to my left.

28 minutes and... 31 seconds. That's... 1711 seconds. Alright.

1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6..

Later, when my bright yellow safety belt was sloppily looped around my neck,  I wondered how many seconds I had actually counted. A bus honked next to me, forcing me to stumble backwards into a snowdrift to avoid getting hit. The grey slop immediately soaked through my socks. Welcome to after school safety duty. Silently groaning, I lifted my arm and signaled for the kids to get on the bus.

Ah, the joys of safety patrol. Why on earth did I ever sign up to do this, again?

The bus pulled away and I stepped out of the snow. More of the inconvenient sludge was starting to commit suicide from the clouds, speckling my short hair with bits of white. Shaking the irritating fragments of snow cones from my head, I stomped my way inside. It was warmer in there, thank God. My shoes squeaked loudly as I walked deeper into the school, finally silencing when I stepped onto the carpeting of the main entrance. Shrugging off the lopsided belt, I threw myself down next to my bag and buried my face on my hands. I had been waiting for a moment like this, where it was perfectly silent and I could actually think for more than a second.

I should totally kill him off. Nah, but then I'd have to rewrite the entire chapter, and I promised to upload it tonight. Besides, he's supposed to be one of the better people. It would be the non-athletic people that die in an apocalypse, wouldn't it? Nah, that's dumb. They'd all die, because none of them know how to  freaking farm so they'll all starve eventually.

The edges of my lips rise slightly in a smile. That'll be an ending. They all die because they're youtubers and have no idea how to prepare food.

As I sling my bag over my shoulders and stand up, I decide that idea was stupid. Back into the snow I go. The car is only a few feet from the door, but its freaking freezing out there and I'm too bloody asinine to wear a jacket.

The door is thrown open as I approach and I throw my bag down with a thump, sliding in after it and slamming the door closed behind me.

"How was school?"

"Vaguely uninteresting except for the parts that were highly redundant." I grumble.

"You were bored?"

"Incredibly. What's for dinner tonight?"

The car moves, taking me away from the school and closer to the house, which, in reality, is in actual walking distance. Curse me and my deadbeat energy.

When I finally escape into my room from the haunts of a family dinner, I breath a sigh of relief.

It's messy, sure. A mix of books, clothes, sports supplies, and school supplies lay scattered about the room. I kick aside a duffel bag as I enter, hearing a thump as it lands against the wall and spills its contents. My focus, however, is elsewhere.

The sword is propped up in the corner of the room, in the only clean space there is, really. It looks like a real sword, except for the fact that one can clearly see its made of plastic. A toy ruby sits in the handle.

Before I know what I'm doing, I've cast aside my schoolbag and changed out of my uniform into more comfortable clothes. Fingers twitching in anticipation, I reach out and grasp the handle.

The room around me flickers, whisking away the mess and walls of the room. When my eyes focus again, its on a completely different area.

Doors line the hall, each decorated with a different image. The familiar words flash for a mere second in the corner of my vision before disappearing.

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