Prologue

Scotty sat at her desk in her Literature class, her left hand supporting her head from her chin as she tapped her pencil on the desk, completely bored out of her mind. Sh had stopped listening to her teacher's lecture fifteen minutes ago, having been bored past attentiveness. It was like that every day; she would get bored not even halfway through class and stop listening. It wasn't like the teacher taught anything important. I mean, Edgar Allan Poe had nothing to do with how to be a good writer, right?

She closed her hazel eyes as she brushed a lock of her auburn hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. She felt like she could fall asleep if the teacher kept talking, and it didn't seem like he was going to be stopping anytime soon. Scotty stopped tapping her pencil and was just starting to nod off when...

"Miss Saracen!" Scotty's head shot up and her eyes snapped open.

"Yes, Mr. Bruening?"

"Please give me an example of alliteration." Scotty sighed. She wasn't sure whether alliteration was using the same consonants or the same vowel sounds, but she decided to give it a shot anyways.

"My name," she said, "Scotty Saracen."

Mr. Bruening was silent for a few seconds, and Scotty started to sweat a bit, wondering if she'd got it right. Finally, though, he nodded, indicating that she had got it right, and continued on with his lesson.

"Oh, Miss Saracen?" Scotty sighed again.

"Yes, Mr. Bruening?"

"I'd like to speak with you after class, if that's alright." Scotty sighed yet again as a few of her classmates snickered.

"Yes, Mr. Bruening."

In the few seconds of silence before Mr. Bruening got back to his lesson, again, Scotty wondered just what he wanted to "talk about."


The bell rang thirty minutes later, but it seemed more like hours to Scotty, who stayed in her desk at the back of the room as her classmates left for their hour of lunch. As soon as all the other students had left, Mr. Bruening walked over to his desk, which was directly behind Scotty's, and she turned around in her desk to face him as he started to grade the assignments that her class had turned in that hour.

"Miss Saracen," Mr. Bruening began, not looking up from the papers, "I've noticed that you've been... distracted a lot lately."

Scotty stayed silent.

"It's been like this all semester, actually. I'm very surprised that you're doing as well as you are."

Scotty just sighed. "Is that all, Mr. Bruening?"

He shook his head. "No, it's not," he said, setting aside the first graded paper. "Did you know that you're currently failing this class?"

Scotty shook her head. "No, I didn't."

"Well, if you don't get your grade up to at least a C before the end of the year, you'll have to attend summer school and take this class again next year."

Scotty frowned. "But there's only a month and a half left before finals."

"I know, Miss Saracen," he said, setting aside the next graded paper and setting down his pen, "Which is why I have a special... project for you."

Mr. Bruening reached off to his right and grabbed a paper with Scotty's name at the top. "I know you haven't been paying attention at all in this class, which worries me, but I'm going to give you a project," he said, handing her the paper. He go tback to grading as she looked it over.

"If you can finish this project and turn it in to me by finals, I'll give you the C- you need to pass this class, regardless of whether or not you are failing, or whether or not you fail the final exam."

Scotty grinned. "Thanks, Mr. Bruening!" She frowned then. "But why are you doing this for me?"

"You're a bright young girl Miss Saracen," he said with a smile, "And I'd hate for you to have to take summer school."

"Are you even allowed to do this?"

"Not technically, no," he sead with a shake of his head, setting aside the next graded paper, "But I'll make an exception in your case."

Scotty grinned again. "Thanks a lot, Mr. Bruening. So, all I've gotta do is write a story that has all the stuff on this sheet in it, and turn it in to you by finals day?"

"Don't forget to clearly label them, Miss Saracen."

"Of course," she said, folding the paper in half and sticking it inside the cover of her writing notebook, "I'll make sure I don't forget."

She gathered her books into her arms and stood up. "Thanks again, Mr. Bruening," she said as she walked to the door.

"Of course. Have a good lunch period, Miss Saracen."

A few moments after she left the room, he shook his head with a small smile on his face. "That girl..."


Scotty continued on to her locker with a grin. She almost didn't believe that he was telling the truth, but when she realized he was, she was ecstatic. She couldn't believe that all she had to do to pass was write! She thought it was awesome, because she loved creative writing and did it a lot anyways. (She was pretty good, too, and anybody who had read any of her stories would agree.)

Scotty reached her locker before she even realized it, and her friend Merry was there to greet her. The two girls had the same Literature class, and they even sat next to each other. So, she wasn't really surprised when Merry asked, "So, what did you get in trouble for this time?"

Scotty's smile disappeared as she opened her locker and shook her head. "I wasn't in any trouble, Merry. Mr. Bruening just wanted to give me an assignment I forgot to turn in."

Merry grinned and shoved her hands into the pockets of her panda hoodie as Scotty grabbed her lunch and closed her locker. "You're lying, Scotty. What did he really want?"

"It was an assignment that he gave me, Merry." Merry shook her head.

"You wouldn't have been grinning like that if it were just an assignment, so spill!"

Scotty shook her head again, but decided to fill her in on her previous discussion with Mr. Bruening as they walked to lunch together.

"So, he started by telling me I was failing..."


"NO WAY!" Merry shouted, pouting as she ignored the stares of the few students still getting to the cafeteria, "That's a totally awesome assignment! I wish my teachers would do something like that for me."

Scotty laughed at Merry, who growled at her, not liking being laughed at. Scotty just kept on laughing, though, not caring wheter or not Merry liked it.

When Scotty was finally done laughing, she started to walk down the hall towards the staircase, ehading to the roof where she normally ate lunch. She waved over her shoulder at Merry, saying "See you in French, Merry," and giggled some more.

Her friend was hilarious.


Not two minutes later Scotty was sitting on the roof, already eating her lunch, which consisted of a peanut-butter sandwich (which was already about half-gone), a brownie, a peach cup and some chips. Her drink of choice, a can of soda, sat open in front of her, the carbonated liquid being quite warm since it hadn't been in the refrigerator for hours. She was the only one on the roof, which was exactly why she liked it. It was quiet up there, which allowed her to focus on the writing that she normally did during lunch. That day, though, she looked over the sheet that Mr. Bruening had given her earlier, holding the sheet in her left hand as she ate her sandwich with her right hand.

"So it's gotta have at least 4,000 words... And have me as a character in it... And then I need a sheet showing where each of these things is..." She looked at the list of things, studying it for a while before exclaiming, "I don't even know what half of this stuff is! How am I supposed to add them if I don't know what they are?! I mean, really? Personification? Hyperbole?! The hell!"

She sighed, returning the paper to the cover of her writing notebook. Her writing notebook, as she had dubbed it, was a journal of sorts. She wrote her stories and planned their plots in it, among other things. It had over 150 pages of narrow-ruled lined paper sandwiched between two black and red hard covers. On the front cover was a white sticker with Scotty's name written on it, while the pages were full of her writing: stories, ideas for stories, plot outlines, et cetera. She took it everywhere with her, since she could never predict when she would get an idea for a new chapter of a story.

Scotty sighed after she swallowed the last of her sandwich and washed it down with a few swallows of her soda. "I guess that's why he wants them in the story," she said, "But I'm gonna have to look most of them up."

She wiped her hands on her jeans and opened up the small bag of chips. "I should probably get started on planning out the plot," she said as she put a chip in her mouth. As she chewed it, she opened her writing notebook and flipped through the pages, trying to find a few blank pages to write on. However, she found that she only had one blank page at the very back of the notebook. She blinked.

"I need to get a new notebook," she said, closing her notebook and munching on some more chips. "I suppose I'll start working on the back of the sheet."

Scotty got the paper out again as she munched on the last of her chips, balling the bag up and putting it into her brown paper lunch bag. "Maybe I can do that story based on that one song," she said after swallowing the last of her soda, "But I'm not sure how to start it..."

As she chewed her brownie, an idea hit her. She swallowed it quickly and exclaimed, "Ah! That's how I'll start it!"

And she went to work, scribbling away.


Unbeknownst to her, a woman stood watching Scotty as she worked. So that's the candidate, the woman thought. She seems perfect...

"Ah, I almost forgot," the woman said, "I have a job to do..."

And the woman disappeared suddenly, leaving behind only a feather...


A/N: Wow. over 1500 words. I can't usually write chapters that long. I suppose this is a special case, though, so...

It's like a pilot episode, how it's longer than all the episodes after it.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Re:Write! Be sure to leave a review.

Thanks for reading!