I sat up in bed groggely.
First day of the Christmas hols, FINALLY. no more school for this girl for a whole...4 weeks. then back to torture.
I sight deeply and droped down onto my bed again. It's just like me to think on the negative side of things. I needed to clear my head.
My hand found itself wondering lazily across my on going bookshelves. It lingered on the spine of an old, battered paperback copy of Artemis Fowl. I remembered fondly of when Mum had given it to me. It wasn't even my birthday. It was about 4 years ago now.
I slotted the book out of it's reserved space on the shelf, next to my head, and started reading. It's an absolutly fantastic book
I thought to myself. God if only this kind of thing happened in real life.
As I was just finishing the fifth chapter my extremely annoying younger sister, Mindi, barged in. She had been awake for nearly 4 hours and her shoulder length hair was still as messy as it had been when she had got out of bed last thursday. Shes 13 (a year younger than me) and she still gets on my nerves.
"JESS!!! You've been up here nearly all morning and you still need to feed the cats"
"Go away jerk" I retorted. She looked hurt. but then she always looks hurt when she wants something. Well it's either a hurt look or an I'm-gonna-kill-you look.
"What are you reading anyway" she sniffed. she looked at the cover. "I don't see how you can read that. I mean Fairies with guns is just so unrealistic. What happened to flowery dresses and wands?"
My sister would believe almost anything. Anything but Fairies with guns.
" Well I just find troll fighting fairies more interesting than miniture people sitting on flowers" I replied.
She narrowed her eyes at me.
" Well Mum says you need to come downstairs to feed the cats and clean their litter boxes"
I rolled my eyes.
"fine I'm coming"
Shopping. not my favourite pasttime but I would make an exception for the reopening of the local book store. My eyes scanned the shelves of books hungrily. I glanced longingly at a copy of The Atlantice Complex. I had read it but it was from the library and I would have prefered a copy of my own. Anyway, I came out of the shop empty handed at about 6pm.
As I was walking down the street towards my house I heard a rustling sound from an alyway next to me. I walked, tentively down it and spotted a skip. I realized the sound was comeing from there. It sounded like wind. Like a minie tornado was trapped in there.
"Hello?" I called tentively as I steped in front of it.
Suddenly it leaped away from the wall with a huge jolt then settled. Out of it stumbled a very scruffy looking boy with raven black hair and an even scruffier looking suit, looking bemused and just plain terrified.
I didn't know what to say other than " Um...Hi"
The boy shook his head and looked about in alarm.
"I'm Jessica" I tried.
He looked at me, eyes wide.
Finally he made to shake my hand and replied, in a daze,
Then he passed out.
Well I hope you liked the first chapter. Please tell me if I should carry on.