The Story You Chose - Part One
So, I've gone through your votes on what story you’d like me to write, and the outcome is going to be interesting to say the least. This will either be very good, or an epic fail. Here's hoping it's the first!
I woke up that day to the sound of my alarm clock, buzzing away cheerfully, unlike me. I groaned, hit it and buried my face in my pillow, hoping I could sleep for just a little bit longer, but no such luck; my big sister made sure of that.
"Wake up Harriet! School today!" She burst into my room, half shouting, half singing the words. "Get up! Have breakfast! We'll walk in together!"
She threw my duvet across the room, and I shivered, pulling myself into a ball, but still, she persisted.
"Are you really going to make me carry you downstairs?" I sighed; I suppose I had no choice. Her idea of carrying was to pick someone up, carry them halfway to where she was supposed to be, then drop them and call them lazy; she almost always dropped me down the stairs.
"OK, I'm getting up now," I replied, and pulled myself upright. I could almost look her right in the eye now, despite the ten year age gap, as I'd just had a very big growth spurt. "Well, I'm going downstairs, so can you please, sort of, leave my room?" I asked, irritably. I was not, and, in fact, I am still not, a morning person.
"Nope! I'm going to go through all of your secret stuff, and then I'll find out all of your secrets!"
"I have none!" This was true; with a sister as intrusive as Ellie, it was pointless to try and keep anything hidden. I gave up, and walked downstairs, still half asleep. Our mum must've been on call last night, as she wasn't home now. I put on some toast and went to get dressed, which didn't take me more than two minutes.
When it came to getting changed, Ellie was surprisingly respectful of my longing for privacy. I guess she thought that watching me change was going a bit too far. I grabbed my uniform from the pile of clean clothes on the sofa and went to my room, just as Ellie walked out. I got into my uniform quickly, and gave myself a quick check over in the mirror. I hated my uniform, but I had no choice about it, so I would just have to take it.
Everything I was wearing was passably clean, my trousers and shirt both washed and ironed earlier that day. My hair was surprisingly calm today, falling nicely to my shoulder in ringlets, rather than its usual morning frizz. I ran downstairs, feeling more awake now that I was dressed, ate my toast and left. I didn't have much time in the mornings, as I preferred to have more sleep and more rush than less sleep and more calm.
I walked into school fairly quickly, and it didn't take me longer than 15 minutes. When I arrived, I went straight to my form room to see what was new with my two best friends, Izzy and Nicole.
"Hey, Harriet!" Nicole called out as I walked in. I grinned at her and Izzy and sat down between the two of them.
"Hi! How were your weekends?" I asked, hoping they'd done something more interesting than I had, so we would have some stimulating conversation until first lesson. Izzy started babbling about how she'd gone out with Steve, her boyfriend, to see a film. I'd only met Steve twice, but he didn't seem like a nice kind of person. There was always something in his eyes as he looked at me, almost as if he was repulsed by me. He made it fairly obvious that he didn't like me spending time with Izzy. Nicole disliked Steve almost as much as I did, so we exchanged looks silently as Izzy went on about how she had nearly kissed him, but been too shy.
Then it was Nicole's turn to talk about her weekend. Apparently, she'd been down to the beach with her boyfriend, George, who was much nicer than Steve. He was actually a friend of mine before I'd thought to introduce him to Nicole and Izzy. The strange thing was, Nicole normally didn't like the idea of dating in general, as she felt it was pointless, given how fleeting teenage relationships usually are. But she and Steve have really seemed to last, so I'm really happy for them both.
They both turned their attention on me then, and just as I was about to say that I'd spent the whole weekend with Ellie, Mr Sanger started to do the register. He always demanded silence while he was taking the register, and anyone who spoke would end up in detention with him. There were some echoes around the class of names being called and “Here, Sir!” being called out in reply. My name was about halfway through the register, so if I was ever slightly late, it wouldn't matter as much as it was for, say, Lizzie Ashton. "Jennifer... George... Harry... Harry?" Ah, yes. One other thing you should know about me. Technically, by some error at birth, I suppose, I'm not a girl.
Choose what happens next!
1) Zombies attack
2) Steve attacks
3) Nobody gets attacked, and life goes on as normal for Harriet
Leave your vote in the comment section below.
Thanks for giving me a fresh idea, voters!
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2 Comments – Post a comment
Sambow
Commented 19 months ago - 23rd June 2010 - 16:09pm
haha, great start!
as for the next part i'd say Steve reveals himself as a zombie and then attacks! (Can i do that, technically i'm using the options :) )
Looking forward to the next update :D
NICOLEisCOOL.
Commented 19 months ago - 25th June 2010 - 21:45pm
YAY! I'm in this!
As for steve, he should go on a date with a guy... who's a zombie!
or, he could fall madly in love with that wonderful nicole character.
update soon! :-D