✧ author's note: :: srry- this chapter is short, lol. i lost motivation, but enjoy. ∘₊✧─────────✧₊∘ ✧ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/935179588/ ✧ Next: Not here yet! ✧ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/938164710/ ∘₊✧─────────✧₊∘ ✧ credits: - plot idea and desc layout by @-brooklyn-- - thumbnail also heavily inspired by @-brooklyn-- - thumbnail (made on Canva) + chapters made by @_--Haz3l--_ - heavily inspired by @SnowdropSugar's "She Was The Villain" series ∘₊✧─────────✧₊∘ At first, when I began walking through the forest, it was nothing but leafless trees. The dead leaves in warm hues painted a picture on the earth's surface. The cracked soil had footprints, so someone must've been here before. As I kept strolling through the forest, something sparkled in the corner of my eye. It was covered by a pile of crisp brown leaves that crackled as I shoved them away to reveal the treasure beneath. I gently pushed the dirt off it and cradled it in my hands. It was just a shard of an old ceramic cup. The edges were lined with gold and there was an illustration of a peacock's feather in the middle. I shoved it in my pocket, where innocent objects go to die, and continued walking. I figured I might need it someday. I continued walking through the forest, in search of something remarkable, perhaps mystical. I was aware that this was a waste of time and I'd probably walk out empty-handed, but why shouldn't I give it a shot? After all, I loved exploring, and I needed to get familiar with my new school. Eventually, I ventured into a deep part of the forest. There was a small pond, not yet large enough to be considered a lake, but not small enough to be considered a puddle. I sat down and gazed into it. I could see my reflection, crystal-clear. I noted how ridiculous I looked compared to other people, but here I fit right in. I picked up a small pebble and tossed it into the pond, making a wish. I used to do this with my friends back in 1st grade, but those times are long gone now. I wished that things would go well here. I wasn't sure that it'd come true, because the last time I wished, I wished for my mom to let me express myself, and she just became stricter. I stood up, still gazing at the pond. Suddenly, I was pushed into the pond without warning.
