• Chapter 1




    Boring, boring, boring, BORING! I hate math class... I just can't concentrate! I mean, if you had this kind of teacher, I'm sure you wouldn't either. I think Ms. Skerbinabinske likes to yell. Especially at little girls named Kiara, which happens to be ME. My parent's have given up after 8 years of school to push me to get an A for math. Heck, i barely ever get C's! anyway, one day I was in Ms. Skerbinabinske's class, daydreaming again. But as usual, I'm doomed to hearing the loud bang of my teacher's smelly, huge hand, asking me if I'm daydreaming again. this has got to stop... math class isn't the only thing that's boring in this world...

    "Ring!!!" the bell went. "Okay everyone, your excused." announced Ms. Skerbinabinske in a loud manly voice. i grabbed my things ad quickly sprinted out of the bright, dusty room. I put my hand on my locker and unlocked it. I was tired out of my mind. I put all the thing's I needed in my bag, and walked out the front door of my prison. Sunshine shot on my face, and I felt a great sense of relief. I walked about 10 short blocks and got to my house. As I walked up my steps, to the front porch, the elementary school bus assembled toward the chalky sidewalk.

    "Aww, even though you walk back, you always get here before me!" said my little brother, Joe. I tossed my red haired pigtails and rolled my eyes. "Does it really matter who get's here first? Since when has it been a race?" I called back. "Forever, and it won't be over till I say so!" Joe insisted. When I opened the door, he rushed in before I could move a muscle. I sighed. He would never change, would he?

    My dad, Tom, greeted a "Hello!" when I got in.

    "Hi dad." I greeted back.

    "How was school?" he replied.

    "Well, today I saw someone get punched in the face by Randy. THAT at least wasn't boring." I babbled. He sighed and continued his, 'Dad's alone time to be able to watch TV' phase.

    I went up the stairs. I climbed into my pig sty room and dropped my backpack... SOMEWHERE on the floor, God knows where. I launched myself like a rocket ship onto my comfortable bed, weary of today. I closed my eyes for a few minutes, then opened them back up. That's when I first noticed the very thing that DISGUSTS and makes me jump whenever mentioned. I thought it was cute at that time. It was a doll. It was an intriguing doll. It had exceedingly curious eyes, that looked as if they flickered a hint of life, but I knew that was impossible. No dolls can stay still, and be alive at the same time... can they?
    ~TWO WORLDS MIXED TOGETHER, THAT UNIFY AS ONE...~