The oter two were fails. >_>. Been havinf writer's block. EPIC. FAIL. --------- What if you were only a part of somebody else's dream? What if you were only made to entertain? To keep quiet... What if... You were a prop? Being used then thrown away... Being pitied but not offered help. But... What if help comes to you, from a total stranger, who you have to learn to trust? Your life was filled with lies... Decieved by your own "family", and broken inside. ... Betrayed by your closest, Lied to so easily? ... How can you trust, somebody who you don't know, if the ones who were dearest betrayed you? It's unlikely. ... But possible. -------- "Follow me, I'll help you." --------- ... Yeah. Prolouge to my newest story. Interested? You might be.
Chapter 1 ----------- "... You're not real." Samantha Harbour stood in front of the man who caused this. Him, the man behind this... Chaotic... Mess. "... Excuse me?" The man laughed haughtily and stepped a bit to the right. Behind him, there stood Clara. Her best friend, who she met years ago. "... Clara, care to explain?" Clara bit her bottom lip as he sweetly said those words. She began the shake and her hand lifted up. Samantha could see that she was resisting, but it was no use. Her lips began to move, and Samantha stood there, waiting for the words to be thrown at her. "... You are all but just a part of...-" She pointed to the grinning man, the mastermind. "... His plan." Clara's lips quivered but she kept talking. "Samantha, you're not real." Clara began crying, but she was still talking. "... Samantha, you're not real." The last three words panged in Samantha's head. "You're not real... You're not real... You're not real..." "... I'm not real." The man began laughing as Clara began weeping. "Yes. Be glad, girl. I gave you a life to live. Now I'm taking it back." Samantha still stood there, staring blankly at the man. "... Who... Are... You." "All will be revealed. Life's a game. But it's a game of only one round." Samanthat nodded. So she was a pawn in the chess game that he played... Clara was Queen... "... Game over, Clara." ----------- ... :3.
Chapter 2. Samantha... Chance? --------------- Given a chance to live your own life. Would you accept? Given the powers, you could do anything. Sidekick to Hero, Servant to Queen. --------- "Samantha Chance." Samantha opened her eyes to see herself looking at a guy who sat on a desk beside her, looking straight. Samantha removed her head and saw a man in a teacher's outfit, looking sternly at her. She didn't care about how much time she wasted. All she cared about was why he had called her Chance. "... It's Harbor." "Excuse me?" "Harbor. My name is Harbor. Samantha Harbor." The man shook his head. "Don't play games with me, Samantha." Samantha scratched her head quizzically before realizing something. "Game Over." ... Samantha yelped and jumped out of her desk, then frantically sestched the room with her eyes, shouting her best friend's name over and over again. "CLARA! CLARA!! CLARA?!" The teacher and the class looked taken aback, but not Clara. "... Excuse me?" Clara Jenkins looked at Samantha, looking scared. "... CLARA!" Samantha, not caring about the class looking at her like she was mad, ran to Clara and shook her. "Clara... Clara! Clara, CLARA. IT'S ME. SAMANTHA. TELL HIM THAT I'M SAMANTHA!" Clara looked at the teacher and choked on her words. "... She's Samantha..." Samantha released her and back away, gasping and screaming. She ran out of the room, with all eyes on her. The class burst into chatting, commenting on why she acted like she was in another world... Another dimension. Two people sat there, not talking, not moving. Clara Jenkins is one of the two. '... Samantha?' '... Samantha.' ------------------- Writer's block. FLACK.
----- Samantha "Chance" sat on the grassy field, biting into an apple. She had no idea of what to do. Where to go. She... Was alone. "... Sam?" Samantha turned to look at the guy who had sat beside her in History class an sighed a breath if relief. "... Oh. It's just you... Um. Yeah. I overreacted... You can um. Totally, make fun or harrass me. I kinda deserve it..." The guy, Mark Evans, was Clara's boyfriend in her last world. Shaking his girlfriend until she began to cry? She deserved it. Big time. "... No, Sam. Look, I know you're confused..." Sam looke up at him brightly and smiled. "You do?! Harbor?! My name. It's HARBOR!" Mark shook his head. "Sorry Sammy, no... But I can start calling you that?" Samantha sighed and sat back down. She nodded and pulled out a wrapped tuna fish sandwich. "... Want one?" He nodded and sat beside her. "Sure!" ----- Busy. ._. TC.
------- Mark's POV. -------- "... Mark. It's hard to believe, and I know you won't trust me, but... I'm not from this... World. I'n Samantha Harbors and Clara Jenkins was my bestfriend and your girlfriend. She was the most popular girl at school, same with me. We were the school bitches and you, the hottest jock alive!" I dropped the sandwhich and stared at her. ... It really is her. Samantha Harbors. ".... Mark. Please." I hid my eyes with my hair and thought silently. '... Do it Mark. Do it.' No. I couldn't. My job was to collect information and observe her. So I decide to play nice. "... I... Believe you Sam." I smile warmly at her, and she does too. "... Do you know where I live?" She looked up at the peachy sky and poked my shoulder. I laughed a little and put my arm around her. The day was beautiful. Samantha was my bestfriend as well, she had been through a lot. But she still was, subtract all her slutty selfish ways, she was nice. Just misguided. "... Well Samantha, it says you lived in an... Orphanage? Until they kicked you out. So... I really don't know either." Samantha nodded. She poked me again, making me turn to look at her. "Yeah yeah... Sure Sam, my place?" Sam began making weird giggly noises and I couldn't help but laugh as well. But... I was still on a mission. So we packed and walked back home. My home. Our... Home. ---- >_>