I'm not sure how this is, it being my first and all, but here's Far From Gone.
The date was May 30th, 2010. I had just got home from school on a bus that reeked of oil. As I slowly made my way down the steps, I noticed the garage door was open, and my dad was working on his old car, like always. As he got up, sweat and grease staining his shirt, he beamed at my arrival. “Nel, honey! How was school?”
“It went fine. I aced the Algebra test, as always”, I replied bashfully. “I’m going to go by the Chateau later tonight, is that alright?”
“If you promise to be careful, then you may”. My dad had always been my only family, and I loved him more than anyone else in the entire world.
For dinner, we dined on shrimp and spaghetti. It was an odd combination, but we always enjoyed it. Fitting, seeing it was the last thing I ever ate. As the sun set, I grabbed my favorite argyle sweater to show my friend that lived at the Chateau.
I bolted out the front door and ran through the paved streets, pushing a few people over and causing others to drop the groceries and other items they were carrying. The grass outside the city tickled my feet as I ran through it. Several Combee buzzed happily through the air, while Bidoof frolicked in the meadow with smiles on their faces. I approached a bridge that ran over a small, blue pond. I decelerated as I walked over it, as I didn’t much want to fall into the water. Upon making it to the other end, I continued blissfully through Eterna Forest, watching the insects scamper through the tall grass.
I reached the Chateau, an old mansion left in disrepair for decades. I climbed carefully over the creaking fence. Upon reaching the top, I jumped down and maneuvered through the overgrown lawn. I reached for the door handle, only to find it was locked. Frustrated, I beat on the door until a Haunter answered. This Haunter was one of my close friends, listening to my stories of the outside with utmost interest. He backed silently away as I entered.
“Nel… Rotom… Come.” He beckoned up the stairs, and I cautiously turned to what he was pointing to. It was a tiny security camera, looking marginally out of place amongst a collection of books sitting on a shelf. “That’s odd… Rotom must have put it there.” Rotom had always had a knack of collecting electronics, but I had never known it to take them anywhere but the living room. I scaled the steps, passing by, as well as through, a couple of Gastly. I entered the main hallway and made my way to the living room. I saw Rotom on the TV screen, but this time it looked like it was scared. “Rotom… What’s wrong..?” I walked to the old set and touched the screen. Instantly, I was knocked out cold by a jolt of electricity. “We have the subject. I repeat, we have the subject.” A few men in armor and vests picked both me and the TV up, and carried the both of us to a van, and me to my death.
End of chapter. I know it was short, but I wanted to play some suspense into the end, and this was my only opportunity for a while.