That's right; Charon's doing a fic. Why? I think they're one of the best ways to improve your writing. After all, none of you guys owe me any favours; you can nag, and nit-pick, and have a general moan, and not have to worry about my feelings and how what you say will affect how nice I am in our Enviromental Science class, or whatever... xD
So read it! Enjoy! And most importantly of all, comment and critisize!
This fic is an OT, of sorts, but set towards the end of a journey rather than the beginning. Enjoy!
Chapter One;
The crowd surged, the audience cheered, and the big screen overhead blared its promised message; WINNER! The whole stadium erupted in cat-calls and shouts of delight, as the girl in the red corner punched the air and rejoiced. She was a vibrant, pretty little thing, dressed in a bright 60's style shift dress. The camera zoomed in on her, and her beaming, proud face flooded the screen. Confetti filled the air, as the loudspeakers boomed above the applause; "We have a WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNER! Con-graaaaaaaaat-ulations to Talia Reynolds, all the way from LITTLEROOOOOT!" He boomed the town name, and the stadium exploded once more. "Well done, Talia! Red moves on to the next round!"
On the screen, her photo shifted forward a place on the Tourney Tree. Her opponent's photo was covered in a red cross, symbolising defeat.
"Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue's out," the megaphone man continued, "so let's have a big goodbye cheer to Miss Frankie Keeler!" However, no one was listening any more, let alone to an announcement about the loser. They were caught up in the winner's joy, her glory. The megaphone man continued on, unperturbed. "Goodbye, Frankie! Frankie! Fra-"
"-nkie! Fra-aaan, wake up!"
Opening her eyes tentatively, Frankie Keeler peered out from her makeshift bed. She had fallen asleep, curled up on the train seat, her head resting against her bag. Scenary flashed past; unfamiliar fields, woods she'd never know, villages with unknown and unpronounceable names, no doubt. The train juddered and rocked and shook, and the girl began to wonder how she managed to dose off in the first place. Someone had thrown her coat over her, and it didn't exactly take a Sherlock Holmes to guess that owner of the voice had done it.
Frankie sat up, only to see her best friend sitting on the opposite seat, her forehead creased in concern. This was unusual; Frankie had been travelling with Jade for nearly two years, and she rarely saw her friend with anything less than a smile on her face. She had a naturally round, rosy face, which more often than not gave her the appearance of an attractive apple, but she was the sort of the girl that was never down about anything.
"Frankie? You okay? Only…. you didn't look too happy. And the train's gonna pull in to your…stop…pretty soon."
Ah, Frankie thought, that explained a lot. The girl glanced out the window; fields of lavender were rushing past. She was… nearly home. Her eyes moved to the floor, where the curved form of her sleeping furret rose and fell rhythmically. Frankie smiled, before pulling her bag to her and taking out a compact mirror. She examined her reflection expectantly, studying the arch of her eyebrows, and the worry lines on her large, intelligent forehead. It was a good job Jade never seemed concerned; Frankie did more than enough fretting for both of them.
Frankie had never been classically pretty, but now she was on her way home, she could almost see it shining through. She brushed a strand of brown fringe from her eyes, and examined her outfit. Skinny jeans, a beige, flowered shirt, a cropped tweed jacket. Very cutting edge. She couldn't help feeling proud; she was returning to her parents a grown woman now.
Sighing, she turned her attention back to her friend.
"I think I'm ready."
At her words, Jade began to gush. "Oh, Frankie!" she cried, flinging her arms around her friend's neck, "I'll miss you so much! Oh god… what ever will I do without you?"
On the floor, the furret was stirring. He gazed up at the two girls in confusion, his ears pricked. A sort of quiet intelligence shined through his bright, chocolate brown eyes as he watched. This sort of behaviour was rarely exhibited by Jade and Frankie; the last time he had seen either of them so emotional was just before Frankie's semi-final match. There had been a lot of happy-crying then, too.
"I'll write – every day." Frankie assured her, prising herself away. The train was beginning to slow. She slung her jacket on, and hauled her bag up onto her shoulder. She leant forward and kissed her friend on the cheek. For a moment, the two girl's eyes met. Their eyes said more than words ever could; good bye, I'll miss you, I love you… Then the train grated to a halt, and Frankie scooped up her furret from the floor. He gave a squeak of confusion and climbed on to her shoulder obediently. Then the girl stumbled out of their compartment, down the corridor and off the train, just as Jade's eyes began to brim with tears.
Standing on the sunny station platform, shading her eyes with her hand, the girl stared at the cloudless sky. The station was completely empty, and as the train pulled away, Frankie felt horribly… alone. Her furret mewed on her shoulder.
"Shhhh, Oliver," she muttered absently, her eyes still on the train.
Two year's worth of friendship was on that train. Two year's worth of adventure. Two years worth of training and-
WINNER.
Frankie's dream came flashing back; her defeat in the semi-finals had haunted her dreams nightly since that horrible day.
Two years worth of training and failing. That was what she was leaving behind. Frankie hitched her bag higher on her shoulder, and set off down the road, Oliver's tail swinging behind.
So that's the first chapter. Slightly angsty? Hmmm. A bit on the short side? It'll pick up. Or I'll eat my hat.
So read it! Enjoy! And most importantly of all, comment and critisize!
This fic is an OT, of sorts, but set towards the end of a journey rather than the beginning. Enjoy!
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Chapter One;
The crowd surged, the audience cheered, and the big screen overhead blared its promised message; WINNER! The whole stadium erupted in cat-calls and shouts of delight, as the girl in the red corner punched the air and rejoiced. She was a vibrant, pretty little thing, dressed in a bright 60's style shift dress. The camera zoomed in on her, and her beaming, proud face flooded the screen. Confetti filled the air, as the loudspeakers boomed above the applause; "We have a WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNER! Con-graaaaaaaaat-ulations to Talia Reynolds, all the way from LITTLEROOOOOT!" He boomed the town name, and the stadium exploded once more. "Well done, Talia! Red moves on to the next round!"
On the screen, her photo shifted forward a place on the Tourney Tree. Her opponent's photo was covered in a red cross, symbolising defeat.
"Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue's out," the megaphone man continued, "so let's have a big goodbye cheer to Miss Frankie Keeler!" However, no one was listening any more, let alone to an announcement about the loser. They were caught up in the winner's joy, her glory. The megaphone man continued on, unperturbed. "Goodbye, Frankie! Frankie! Fra-"
"-nkie! Fra-aaan, wake up!"
Opening her eyes tentatively, Frankie Keeler peered out from her makeshift bed. She had fallen asleep, curled up on the train seat, her head resting against her bag. Scenary flashed past; unfamiliar fields, woods she'd never know, villages with unknown and unpronounceable names, no doubt. The train juddered and rocked and shook, and the girl began to wonder how she managed to dose off in the first place. Someone had thrown her coat over her, and it didn't exactly take a Sherlock Holmes to guess that owner of the voice had done it.
Frankie sat up, only to see her best friend sitting on the opposite seat, her forehead creased in concern. This was unusual; Frankie had been travelling with Jade for nearly two years, and she rarely saw her friend with anything less than a smile on her face. She had a naturally round, rosy face, which more often than not gave her the appearance of an attractive apple, but she was the sort of the girl that was never down about anything.
"Frankie? You okay? Only…. you didn't look too happy. And the train's gonna pull in to your…stop…pretty soon."
Ah, Frankie thought, that explained a lot. The girl glanced out the window; fields of lavender were rushing past. She was… nearly home. Her eyes moved to the floor, where the curved form of her sleeping furret rose and fell rhythmically. Frankie smiled, before pulling her bag to her and taking out a compact mirror. She examined her reflection expectantly, studying the arch of her eyebrows, and the worry lines on her large, intelligent forehead. It was a good job Jade never seemed concerned; Frankie did more than enough fretting for both of them.
Frankie had never been classically pretty, but now she was on her way home, she could almost see it shining through. She brushed a strand of brown fringe from her eyes, and examined her outfit. Skinny jeans, a beige, flowered shirt, a cropped tweed jacket. Very cutting edge. She couldn't help feeling proud; she was returning to her parents a grown woman now.
Sighing, she turned her attention back to her friend.
"I think I'm ready."
At her words, Jade began to gush. "Oh, Frankie!" she cried, flinging her arms around her friend's neck, "I'll miss you so much! Oh god… what ever will I do without you?"
On the floor, the furret was stirring. He gazed up at the two girls in confusion, his ears pricked. A sort of quiet intelligence shined through his bright, chocolate brown eyes as he watched. This sort of behaviour was rarely exhibited by Jade and Frankie; the last time he had seen either of them so emotional was just before Frankie's semi-final match. There had been a lot of happy-crying then, too.
"I'll write – every day." Frankie assured her, prising herself away. The train was beginning to slow. She slung her jacket on, and hauled her bag up onto her shoulder. She leant forward and kissed her friend on the cheek. For a moment, the two girl's eyes met. Their eyes said more than words ever could; good bye, I'll miss you, I love you… Then the train grated to a halt, and Frankie scooped up her furret from the floor. He gave a squeak of confusion and climbed on to her shoulder obediently. Then the girl stumbled out of their compartment, down the corridor and off the train, just as Jade's eyes began to brim with tears.
Standing on the sunny station platform, shading her eyes with her hand, the girl stared at the cloudless sky. The station was completely empty, and as the train pulled away, Frankie felt horribly… alone. Her furret mewed on her shoulder.
"Shhhh, Oliver," she muttered absently, her eyes still on the train.
Two year's worth of friendship was on that train. Two year's worth of adventure. Two years worth of training and-
WINNER.
Frankie's dream came flashing back; her defeat in the semi-finals had haunted her dreams nightly since that horrible day.
Two years worth of training and failing. That was what she was leaving behind. Frankie hitched her bag higher on her shoulder, and set off down the road, Oliver's tail swinging behind.
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So that's the first chapter. Slightly angsty? Hmmm. A bit on the short side? It'll pick up. Or I'll eat my hat.
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