The Life Of The Chosen One (Watty Awards 2011 Round 2 NOMINEE)!

Hey everyone. This is my first attempt at writing a story. I will hopefully be uploading every week or so. Keep in mind that i am only 13 and that i would really like some constructive feedback. I do not know where i am going with this story but i think i want to be heading in the Greek Mythology section. I might do a Percy Jackson meet Hunger Games story. Fan, comment and vote plz. Ok now i will let you read on and stop blabbering...

Updated comment from Author (AKA = MEEEE!!!) - ok so I have decided to add this story to the watty awards 2011 and i am going to need A LOT of votes and fans SO PLEASE help me and vote and fan (I really want to win this competition)

Prologue

My heart was beating loudly, thumping against my chest, like it wanted to escape from the cage of my ribs and fly free..

 I was running. Running in the dark and in a forest. The forest looked even scarier in the dark. Shadows of the trees looked like claws you would see on a witch's filthy hands, persuading you to enter her lair for her ptions or a werewolf trying to grab you and feast on you and leave you there to rot...

The twittu-wu coming from the owls does not comfort me but make me fear of whatever is chasing me more. The owl follows my movement with its eyes. His neck twisting to an aching 180 angle. I can also hear howls and grunts in the dark. I am terrified. I trip over a couple of times over logs and dead animals. I was running away from something.

I can hear the person's cackling. Not a cackle a witch would make but the cackle of even more evil. Pure evil. And it was coming after me.This wasn't supposed to be...I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to face him. Not yet...I needed to run...

Chapter 1

I have always wondered about my dad. Always. How he looks like, what he liked to do, what was his favourite type of Ben & Jerry's. But all I can do is wonder.

 I don't have a dad. I mean I do because I wouldn't be here if I didn't but my dad is not here. Here as in not in my life.

My mum fell pregnant with me at the age of twenty-three. She thought that the man she fell in love with for four years of her life was a man called Jesse Sommers aged twenty seven but no, turns out my dad was an illegal migrant and moved from one place to another. Luckily for my mum he stayed around to get her knocked up with me.

She always says she doesn't regret having me but I know that she feels pain whenever she looks at me.

I remind her too much of dad. She says I look exactly like my dad but in a girl version of him. She said whilst I have her nose and cheeks, I have my dads almost black hair and light green eyes with black rings around them.

I hate reminding her of dad. I always hear her crying in her room, trying to stiffly her sobs.

My mum is beautiful to say in the least. Long auburn hair with chocolate brown eyes and her Scottish accent. I adore her. Love her even. She raised me on her own without having a clue whatsoever on how to raise a baby and work at the same time. I will always be in debt to her for keeping me and caring for me the way she does...

"Oh Alysia, haven't you gotten dresed yet? Deary me! Come on, chop chop, its your first day back at school." she squealed excitedly, jumping onto my bed and ripping the covers off me.

I pretended to have been asleep for the whole time and groan for mum to get off.

Mum loves waking me up in the morning. She thinks that is the only aspect of her being a mum and not a silly little friend as she still acts like a kid.

Watching chick flicks, going out partying, having several boyfriends in a year. That's my mum.

"Mum I am up, get off me." I giggled, trying to push her off me.

She giggled back, straightening up and signalling that she was watching me by getting her two front fingers and jabbing it in her eye and then at me.

I quickly brush my teeth and had a shower that I really needed. My muscles were so tight and tensed. Not only was the fact that the thought of ym ad came up randomly but I was nervous to go to school. I am not popular but I know I am well known across the school as the ex-girlfriend of Aaron Hill - the most wanted boy in school - who I dumped at the end of year ten parents evening.