I haven't always been able to Slip. In fact, I found out recently. I was just a normal thirteen year old, almost fourteen.
I found out I could in the middle of seventh grade, five days ago. I was walking down the hall, minding my business, and then...
The air rushed around me. I fell forward and landed on grass.
I wasn't in school anymore. I was on a large stretch of green grass. In front of me was a stone trail with a forest behind me. A couple of trees and flowers were on the grass too.
There was a blue sky dotted with clouds. It was sunny, but there was a chill in the air. A breeze blew softly.
Just as I was about to start screaming my head off, there was that whooshing noise again, and I sprawled on the hard school floor.
That was weird. I thought that I was outside somewhere. Now I was in school.
I looked up and saw the hallway I had walked in. Some people snickered. My face burned.
"Oh my gosh! Katria, are you okay?"My friend, Serene, asked.
"Where was I?" I asked, shaking my head to clear it.
She stared at me and then cocked her head questionably to the side. "Are you okay? You were walking and just fell down all of a sudden."
I realized wherever I was, time must have stopped or something. More likely, a daydream.
Then, the bell rang and I had to hurry to class. The whole first day, I sat thinking about that place I had gone too. Although I was now sure it was simply just a daydream, I still felt strange. That whoosh of air, everything... it all seemed so real.
Okay, calm down, Katria, I said to myself mentally. You know it was just a silly little daydream. Right?
So then why didn't I feel reassured?
I didn't Slip again for two days.
When I did, I was out walking, humming a song to myself. Then there was that weird feeling again, and I was plunged forward again.
Sadly, I landed on the stone trail this time.
"Ow!" I squealed and rubbed my arm, grumbling to myself.
I rolled over and found the tip of a pointed stick at my neck.
Now, if this ever happens to you, calmly ask what they want. Actually, do anything as long it isn't what I did.
Why, you ask? Too risky and other reasons I will not share with you.
I screamed like a banshee, ripped the stick from his grasp, hurled it into the woods, and started throwing the stones in self-defense.
"Ow! Ow! Hey, that hurts!"
I looked up and saw a boy about twelve rubbing his legs and arms.
I dropped my rocks. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"
"Sure you didn't," he grumbled.
He was about twelve, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He wore simple black pants and a gray shirt that had a funny twist in the side.
"I'm still sorry," I told him.
He looked at me, and then at my clothes. "Where are you from?"
Where was I from? "Mars," I said.
He stared at me. "Where's Mars?"
I stared. "You know, in space, it's a red planet, people believe aliens are there..." He still had a blank look on his face.
"I was kidding," I told him. "I'm from Michigan."
"You know, in the United States, USA, US, North America, Canada... You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"
He shoke his head.
"Fine, what world am I in?"
He smirked. "Really?"
"Yes, really! Just tell me!"
He snorted. "Malysia."
"Hey, what's your name?"
I looked at him, still partly distracted. "Katria."
I looked at him again. Was it possible that I really was in a different world?
Tyren glanced at me. "You're looking at everything weird."
I took a breath and decided to tell him. "Tyren, I'm not from here. I'm from Earth."
He stared at me. "What?"
"See, it's like I'm slipping between the two worlds. Do you know why that's happening?"
His face turned to horror and he jumped up. "Are you working with the Opposition?"
"What? No! What's the Opposition?!"
He jumped up. "Stay away from me, Slipper!"
"Slipper? What's that supposed to mean? Is that an insult of some kind?!"
"J-just stay away!" He charged into the woods, fearfully looking over his shoulder.
I stared at the floor until I felt that rush of air went back to Earth.
I went back to Malia of Malaya or whatever the name was the next day. After I got home from school, I felt that rush of air again and I smashed into a tree. That tree yelped. That's when I realized it wasn't a tree.
I jumped up. "Sorry!"
The tree (who turned out to be a girl my age) stood up, brushing dirt off her clothes.
She looked at me, and I got my first good look at her.
She had long dark brown hair in a braid and emerald-green eyes. Her skin was pale. She wore a green shirt and loose black knee-length pants. A thin ribbon was tied around her head like a headband.
"That's okay," she said.
"Well, I thought you were a tree at first," I said. "You aren't, are you?"
She laughed. "No." She looked at me. "What's your name?"
I really wanted to tell Kyara about me transporting, but not yet. But still...
"Kyara, I was out in the woods today. I met a boy, Tyren."
"You did? Tyren's really annoying, you know."
"I know but... I told him something and he had a really weird reaction. Do you know why?"
"What did you say to him then?"
"I'm not from Malysia."
"Oh? Where? Asira? You don't look like you're from there, but-"
She stared at me, trying to figure something out when she said, "You're a Slipper."
"A Slipper?" I stared at her.
"That's the official term. You feel like you're slipping between world, right? That's Slipping."
"Then why did Tyren be all afraid of me?"
Kyara sighed. "Some Slippers-they're all dead now- have joined the Opposition."
"Well, what's the Opposition?" I asked.
"Well, Malysia is at war right now. The 'bad' side, I guess you'd say, are the Opposition. We call them Opponents for short."
That's when I felt that rush of air, and I Slipped.
So that was my first five days of Slipping.
Like this chapter? Hope you do.
Chapter 2 will be here soon. And if the plot seems rushed, I kinda ment for it to do that, you'll see why.