Of Captain's and Treasure and Christ, Oh My!

Dec. 29, 2007

HKOK Chapter 1:

"Time to be inspired.", Kate Winslow said as she sat down, pulled out her laptop, and began to type. She slumped into her cozy bean bag chair, lifting a hand to brush away some hair that had fallen carelessly into her face.

Kate Winslow was your average sixteen year old girl. She went to Prembrooke High as a softmore, having one or two friends that she would hang out with on a daily basis. She would go shopping on the weekends, or sit at home and gossip with her girlfriends on the phone. She loved to read, and you would usually find her with a book open in one hand and a half-eaten candy bar in the other. Her other passion was figure skating. If she wasn't reading or shopping, you could find her at the local ice rink, practicing for an upcoming competition.

Kate always looked nice. Her light brown hair was medium length, falling gracefully down to her shoulders. Her eyes were green and always filled with a glint of mischief, and a smile was always seen on her face. Kate was strong, and the activities she particapated in made her skinny and healthy. She always smelled of vanilla, but that was because of the body spray she had gotten for Christmas.

Kate had a wonderful family to go with all of this as well. Her mother, Mrs. Winslow, was always there to give you advice and make her famous chocolate chip cookies. A sence of warmth and grace drifted around her presence, and you could always find her bustling around in the kitchen, either cleaning or making dinner. Her father, Mr. Winslow, was the big tough guy with wisdom beyond compare. He would fix things that were broken, bring in most of the family income, and help Kate with her Algebra homework. Kate also had two sisters. One were Jenna, who was in fifth grade. Jenna was fastly fading away from the carefree world, leaving behind all the 'old' keepsakes. Barbie dolls, Princess costumes, and Polly Pockets. She would now have many responsibilities to face, but she was still Kate's obnoxious little sister. Hey, it's called family. The youngest sister was called Monica. She was in third grade, and didn't have to worry about anything except for her room. It was still a mess...even after being told to clean it two weeks ago.

"Time to be inspired." Those were the words that would change Kate's life forever. She had been assigned in class to write a story. It didn't have to be long, just a couple of pages. Kate smiled. She loved writing. It probably had to do with reading many different books, but she still loved thinking up her own ideas. As she sat there, trying to think up of an idea, she heard a small squeak. She looked up from her computer and glanced around. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she returned to thinking when she heard it again.

"Squeak!"

Kate looked up, now rather annoyed. What she saw next made her forget about the writing assignment. There was a mouse next to her foot. She squealed, eyes wide, then shut the computer top and shuffled backwards, pulling her foot away. She absolutely hated and detested mice. They were vile little vermin with creepy tiny tails that carried death and disease where ever they went. They had also, as of late, been scampering through her walls at night, making it hard for her to sleep. She had set up rodent traps, but to no avail, this one seemed smarter than it looked.

Putting her laptop down on the floor, she jumped up and ran for the corner where her broom was propped up against the wall. She grabbed it and was going to shoo the creature away, when it started to change! Kate's eyes widened, and she stepped back, frightened. The mouse had started to glow yellow and grow larger. As it was streching and changing, Kate realized something. It had started to look...human. Kate backed up a bit further and sat down on the bed. Her eyes were glued to this-she didn't even know what to call it. Was it normal for mice to come around and suddenly morph into something else? She didn't think so. Suddenly, a large flash filled the room, and Kate had to shield her eyes so she wouldn't be blinded. The light faded and she lowered her eyes, blinking, then she focused on the mouse. Yet...it was no longer a mouse, but a boy.

The boy, she noticed, did not look like a normal boy at all. He wore brown frayed pants that had some type of intracate design (It didn't look like it was made out of any normal material she had ever seen), which were held up by a belt which looked to be made of green vines weaved together. A dark green cloak hung from his shoulders and fell all the way to the floor, and seemed to shimmer with the way the sun was pouring in on it through her window. Under the cloak was a light green shirt, nothing really out of the ordinary. A bracelet made of beads and jaguar teeth hung from his right hand, and on his left was a small string with a flat yellow stone tied around his wrist. A small dagger and water pouch hung from his waist, looped around his belt and secured firmly. His brown hair was shaggy and tangled, and his eyes were blue...a deep colored blue which she had never seen before. They seemed to sparkle, but with what emotion she had no clue.

"Shau, mali fru wo Brandon." (Hello, my name is Brandon.), the boy said kindly. Kate tilted her head and looked at him with trepidation. Was he talking to her? If so, she couldn't understand him. Maybe she was having an hallucination. He was a mouse, for goodness sakes! This couldn't be happening. It must have been the chocolate bar she ate earlier. Her mother had always warned her about eating too much sugar...

"I'm sorry, but I can't understand you.", she exclaimed, still shocked. The boy sighed then made a noise that sounded like a chuckle, smiling almost sheepishly as he stepped towards her. Standing in front of her, he placed his index finger lightly on her wrist. She pulled her right arm back, stunned that he had touched her, and held it tightly to her chest. The boy just stared at her, then stepped away to give her some room. As she followed him with her eyes, a tingling sensation crept up her arm and into her shoulder. Kate bit her lip and placed her arm on her lap. What she saw next stunned her...

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Jan. 19, 2008 - Story

Posted by Daydreamer

Your story is a cliffhanger! I love it!
Please write more!

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