This is the very beginning of my story. It might be stupid and very bad. Don't critisize me plz. We can say this is part one. All the characters are made up and IDK anyone with any of the names in this story. Some of them are kinda wierd. Just read it.

Dedicated to anyone who has written a story about someone and then didn't have the guts to show their characters real names.

If you could make your own world, what would it be like, and who would be in it? Would you change your appearance, attitude, what? I've been thinking on it for a while and finally took the time to sit down and write about it. When I was done at long last, I read it to my two best friends and they said I should make it a book! So I did and here it is from cover to cover. I incorporated my friends and imaginative characters such as Nathan or Matthew. But, you'll learn about them later. As you read this remember that, this is my take on the idea of, if you could make your own world what would it be?

Prologue

I was asleep. I was dreaming of lollipops and sprinkles. Tomorrow was the big day. Little did I know of what was to come. Big things were brewing right under the noses of America’s people. I was about to become part of that big pot, as well as a few others. Both my friends would be coming with me. Was it our choice? No. Did the people care? No. Do we? YES! But were we glad it happened? Definitely. Just keep reading.

Intro's

I guess I should properly introduce myself. My name is Rachel Nichole Lindholm at age 12 and as you may know I am an outcast. I have blue-green eyes that change depending on my mood, place, and activity. Also I have soft slightly wavy blondish-brown hair that is 2 ½ passed my shoulders and is almost always all messed up. I wear red square glasses that fit my face very well, and I have lots of light colored freckles. Remember though, I'm not the only victim of today.

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Aurora, my Spanish speaking weirdo of a friend will be caught in the 'hunt' so to say. She, fully said as Aurora Delsol Navarro Cancel, or translated, Dawn of the Sun Navarro Windowsill, has dark brown wavy hair slightly longer than mine. She also has beautiful hazel eyes. Still there is one more person caught in this 'hunt'.

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Last but definitely not least, shortest yes, least no, loasian speaking friend, Jewel will be chosen. She is the shortest of us all at a small height of 4' 9. Me being the tallest, she's tiny! Sorry, I speak the truth. But, off that topic. Her hair can vary in length, it can be my length, shorter than her shoulders, in a ponytail, or even pigtails! She has soft chocolate brown eyes and hair as black as midnight with no moon.

Now that you know who we are, time to tell the story that will change our lives forever.

Part OneEdit

The

Hunt

Has

Begun!

Chapter 1

I was riding to school on my bike on SE 56^th Blvd., the road I always ride on. I could feel the wind blowing my hair back behind my head into the world of which I have just left behind. I was daydreaming about my life long crush (who was real), Austin West, the best guy in the world.

Just then I realized that I was about to hit my science teachers car! Oh crap! I thought. Man that would be bad! Stupid traffic... just kill me already. Then out of nowhere a dart flew in front of my face. Then another!

“I take it back! Don't kill me!” One more buzzed passed my head. Oh no he didn't! I thought. Whoever 'he' is. Then something hit me so hard I flew to the side of the road making a bone somewhere in my left arm break. Surprisingly enough no pain came. Sweet. I looked up and let all the fuzzys clear out. Then I saw the attacker. Just for a second, just one, I thought I saw him, and what I saw was none than the one and only President of the United States of America.

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Aurora was in her eating a breakfast of not so nutritious Poptarts when her mom came in and said that she was dropping of her brothers and then going to go to the grocery store. Aurora nodded as her mom walked out the garage door. She stared at the grass in her backyard. She heard the car start up. When her mom was gone she thought, Finally, some quiet alone time. She swallowed her last bit of Poptart when she saw something outside.

Aurora was about to check it out when all of a sudden everything turned slow motion. She dreams of this type of thing, but didn't think that it would be this scary. In mid-thought she was blown back into her basement door. As her mind refocused only 2 things registered. Long black spikes that seemed to be the hair of the attacker, and a serious voice saying, “Now, we can do this my way or I can just leave you there to die.”

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Jewel was playing with her cute younger brother Jet when her big, fat, retarded, older brother Hunter came over and picked him up. Then Jewel's mom came over and told her that she and the family were going to go shopping. Not that Jewel didn't LOVE shopping, it's just that she has to go to school unlike Hunter and Jet. Jets to young to go and Hunter's school has meetings all day.

After they left Jewel started listening to her Ipod. Not even 2 minutes later she heard yelling outside. Then as she got up to check it out her roof blew clean off! I mean completely clean off! That's when someone snuck up behind Jewel and grabbed her.

And that concludes part one of my story, well blog wise not story wise.

Tell me how it is!