A Random Meeting?

Ah, Introduction Chapter 1Pt 1-5

Edited on: March 21, 2020
Glorious meme and video do not belong to me.

In video games, most of them give you multiple lives/hearts or just simply spawns and you know the feeling of death? In real life, like you know that you are going to die? Life flashes before your eyes? That kind of thing that older and wiser people tell you about so you can start going outside. Make your life more memorable and such.

You understand what I'm talking about right?

Let me tell you something, some of you might know some may not and it's better not knowing because it shows that you are currently in a happ-

CRACK.

Oh yes I almost forgot- I'm currently having my skull being broken and my neck is impaled by a fairly thin glowing bone that is making my entire body unable to move, in simple terms I am stuck and I am being murdered, sounds horrid but it's okay. I mean sounds something that you may have seen in the dramatic animations if I'm correct, but at least I am not losing my eyes or something like during the medieval ages.

CRAC-
SNAP!

So how did I end up like this? In a bloody mess, not being a hot mess due to my looks not being able to produce anime like features because I am not anime, and it's quite simple, it just happened with two people from a fan game- or monsters and me, as the stupid idiot that I am, doing some really stupid stuff.
"Like what?" You may ask, well let's say one thing will be; putting myself in danger more than once of course, pressuring some people, taunting others almost making them kill me, and hanging out with some mentally unstable people.

I think I covered it all.

Let's rewind this from the beginning then, before I died from a 'someone'.

Time: Morning/Most likely around 6-ish close to 7am. Date: Winter break is two days away. Goal: Make at least two poems and two comics.

I wake up to my sister's face staring down on me with her little pink apron, her dark brown eyes filled with anger and to then start yelling at me different words but I couldn't understand a single thing due to her age of a newly three year old, I pat her back trying to make my little sister calmer.

Poet: E..Elizabet..th.. calm down.. I..I am st..till.. waking up.
Elizabeth: ...
Poet: .... (Falls back to sleep).
Elizabeth: Hit du tummy = I will hit your stomach if you do not wake up you piece of turd.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes to reach for my glasses, the black ones to be more specific, wiping off any dried drool stuck on my mouth, I get the glasses to then look at the clock to see-

Clock: 7:45am
Poet: Ah..
Poet: ...
Poet: Oh, I am in trouble, correct Elizabeth?
Elizabeth: (Nods head) = Yes, yes you are.

I get my tiny sister off of the bed to head over to the bathroom or what my mother calls it, 'The ladies room/men's room' it depends who is using it. I like calling it, as a joke, 'The place where you rethink your decisions' or simply 'The bathroom'.
I went over to open the door to see my school uniform in place where I left them last night. As I change I start getting my hair done and put on my red bow tie- for it was a Wednesday, Wednesday is the only day to wear ties and button up shirts. It was my favorite day, not homework wise but it was the only day that I could somewhat break the rules.

I took out a second bow tie- but this one was galaxy pattern, I put it tied to my hair making it look like an normal hair accessory that girls usually wear. I then walk out to go down stairs to see my sister carrying my baby brother to the living room to put on his little jacket.
Poet: It's not that cold Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: Du late boser= You are late, hurry up loser.
Poet: Okay Okay!