The Chosen of Nubiah

[~Kip~]

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A 13-year-old girl by the name of Illi, has been neglected by her own two parents. They neverlisten to her, or even pay much attention to her, at that. But whenever she is frustrated, her red-orange highlights will become her hair's main color. She has a special gift, and little does she know, she was of the four people of Nubiah, a planet far away, that were sent to Earth to stop evil from wreaking total chaos. Known as the chosen on her own planet, she is just an ordinary girl with learning problems that likes to do things quickly. But in the face of danger, like facing an army of zombified people, can she be trusted? With the help of the other four from Nubiah, Sam, John, and Taylor, she will have to face the all-powerful and menacing Norrisa, who can summon great undead armies and who will do whatever it takes to reach ultimate power. At all costs, Norrisa must be stopped.
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[spoiler=Chapter One: Running Away]
It was a beautiful night, a Saturday night. The starts shined brightly on the many houses and apartments below, and there was a full moon. A girl, about the age of 13, was watching television inside the living room while eating popcorn. She had beautiful blond hair with red-orange highlights. She had on a red blouse and a blue pair of jeans. They were the color of a morning sky, just dazzling.

Her mother, about the age of 35, was sweeping the kitchen floor. She had brown hair, and her eyes were green as the tree tops. She was wearing a pink nightgown. She tightly gripped the brown broom she was sweeping with.

“Mom, aren’t you going to watch the movie with me?” asked the girl, watching the broom move forward and backwards on the smooth kitchen tile. It made a swishing noise that always annoyed her.

“Not now, Illi, I have things to do. I still have to finish sweeping, and then I have to wash the dishes and…” She interrupted herself with a sigh. “I don’t have any free time today.”

Illi, the girl, got mad at this. She didn’t like it when her parents had no time for her. Her highlights grew in size; they always did that when she was mad. She got up, turned off the television, and stomped her way up the stairs, like an elephant jumping. Each step was heard loud and clear.

Her mother looked in the direction of the steps. She placed the broom she was holing on the table, and tip-toed up the stairs. She walked so quietly, you could have heard a pin drop on the clean kitchen floor. She walked over to Illi’s room.

Illi heard her mother coming and ran to the door. She locked it quickly, so her mother couldn’t get in. Her mother was trying to open the door, but she couldn’t.

“Illi, what’s the matter dear?” asked Illi’s mother. She had a sweet voice.

“Oh, so after I get mad, you have time for me? I don’t think so. You always do this to me. It’s like you never wanted me! It’s always, “I’m to busy” or “Not now.” I’m sick of it, and I won’t live with. Sometimes, I wish I was never born from parents like you and daddy!” Illi was in tears by now, and her highlights had taken over her blond hair.

After a while, she heard nothing, so Illi unlocked her door. Little did she know, her mother was still in front of the door, waiting. As soon as Illi opened the door, her mother walked into Illi’s room, and Illi became frustrated again.

Her mother sat down on the bed. “I know your father and I are always busy, but don’t think that we never wanted you.”

“Of course you’d defend yourself, and calmly tell me not to worry. Put yourself in my situation, you’d know the hell I’ve gone through!”

Her mother started becoming mad as well. “If I were in your situation, I’d be more patient, and not an ignorant little girl who gets F’s.”

Illi knew her mother just did not care anymore. Her mother knew she had learning disability, and whenever she was mad, she would rub it in. She hated when her parents did that, she hated everything about her parents. She ran out of the room, and down to the kitchen. Her mother knew she should have been gentler with her and mentally slapped herself.

While downstairs, Illi grabbed her book bag. She took out her schoolwork and placed in food: three cans of corned beef, a pan, about six eggs, a packet of bread, and about twelve pieces of cheese. She found her mom’s wallet and took a couple of $10 bills, equaling about $100, and stuffed them in her deep pocket. She stuffed it in her pocket. She slammed the door on the way out.

She ran outside away from the city as fast as she could, until her street was no longer in sight. It was scary in the dark for young Illi, but she pressed on. By morning, she was out of town and in the countryside.

She started to look for twigs and branches to use for firewood. After looking around, she started a fire with the few she found. It was too small to cook anything. She kept walking, hungry and mad. Her highlights were once again taking her hair color away, and her hair rose up.

She decided to sit down, remembering she still had the bread and cheese in her book bag. She enjoyed a nice meal of a few slices of both, and then her hair returned back to normal.

At that exact time, police cars surrounded Illi’s house. Her mother was talking to a policeman.

“She stormed out the door and took about a fifth of our food! Now, she’s been missing all night. Where could she be?”

“Can you give me a description, ma’am?” asked one of the officers, attempting to keep her calm.

“She has blond hair, with red-orange highlights. Last time I saw her, she was wearing blue jeans and a red blouse.”

“We’ll try as hard as we can,” said the policeman. He walked out of Illi’s house, leaving her mother to weep. She was terribly worried.

“If I ever see her again, I’ll spend as much time with her as she wants.”

After a few hours of walking, Illia stopped a bit to go to sleep. She was tired, ever so tired. She closed her eyes, and slowly drifted to sleep.

She dreamt, dreamt she had the perfect family, with a mom who worked half the day, and her dad the other. Her mother was beautiful, with silver hair, and a perfect smile. She was also skinny, thin as a log. Her father was a handsome man, strong, and a great cook. He also loved games.

She dreamt this until it was about four, when she awoke from her slumber. She slowly got up, and looked around again. This time, she grabbed enough wood to make a decent cooking fire. She rubbed two rocks together until they lit the wood on fire. Then, she broke two eggs into the pot. They were soon done, and she ate them along with a piece of bread and cheese. Surprisingly, she found her cooking quite delicious.

Soon enough, Illi came to a stream. She grabbed some drinking water with her hands, and swallowed it. She could feel the cool water swishing down her long throat. To her, it was refreshing. But when she looked back, she found police cars looking for her.

Illi hated policemen. She hated them. She hated the red, white, and blue flashing light on the top of their car; she hated their blue uniform with that dumb-looking badge. She hated the siren of the vehicle when it rode by in the street. She could not find one reason to like the police.

Then, a question popped into her mind. How did they find me here? They couldn’t have tracked my scent with a dog; the scent would be too far. They couldn’t have followed me; I looked back every five minutes or so. They couldn’t have found me, it was impossible.

Though she didn’t like the fact, she knew they were there. Her highlights took over her whole hair’s color again. She ran as fast as she could, away from there. Every minute or so, she would make sure they weren’t on to her. Soon, she noticed another city. She then decided to re-stock on supplies for the trip, but first lunch.

She went to look for a restaurant, and soon found one. It was labeled, “The Heaven of Tomorrow”. When she walked inside, she saw waiters and waitresses serving men, women, and even some children. She saw chicken pot pie, spaghetti, grilled cheese, and a lot more delectable dishes. The hostess led Illi to her seat.

After a few minutes, the waitress came. “May I take your order?”

“Yes, um, I’m still deciding the food, but can I get a smoothie?”

“Strawberry, banana, or fudge?” asked the waitress.

“I’ll have strawberry, please.” The waitress wrote down Illi’s order and walked away.

Even though she had a learning disability, Illi had her manners. She looked over the menu, and saw here favorite, eggs and bacon, with toast, buttered toast. She decided she would order that, and patiently waited. After a while, the waitress served Illi her smoothie and took her new order. After a few more minutes to a half-hour, Illi’s food was ready. She chomped down on the bacon, her favorite part. She then took the toast and dipped it in the yolk of the egg. It was delicious. She couldn’t believe it, this place had the best food.

After she was done, she paid the check of $20, and left a $10 tip. When the waitress saw it, she was overjoyed.

After restocking on food, about $30 worth of it, Illi set off again. She didn’t know where she was going, except far away from home, far away from her dreaded parents who never cared, far away from those nosy policemen.
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[~Kip~]

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Eh. I'm not really sure how I feel about it.

I mean, Illi doesn't seem so much tormented, but spoiled. Plus, how far [i]can[/i] a 13 year old girl go before getting caught?

I'll have to read more chapters to decide if I like it or not.