I wrote a Anaberry sibling fanfic?
I wrote the start to a fanfic, but I think it sucks. It is my first ever attempt but I'm just filling the boredom until College starts again...
If you let me know what you think or have any pointers or whatever then feel free to let me know. Cheers :)
No, I don't think I'm good at writing fics. I just want something to do.
Blaine reached into his new locker; his finger lightly ran over his school books searching for the one he needed for his Spanish class. His finger stopped at a book near the end of his locker and he pulled it out. Blaine neatly pushed the other books into place, trying to restore his locker to order. After a few moments, he closed his locker door and turned to head towards his lesson when suddenly in front of him appeared three jocks, each with a slushy in their hands.
“Alright, new kid, we’re going to lay down some ground rules.” Said the tallest of three Jocks as he towered over Blaine, he continued, “You see, here, there’s a social ladder. Guys like us” he looked over at his two affiliates, “We’re at the top. But guys like you.” He paused, laughing darkly, looking over at the over two again. “You’re at the bottom!”
Blaine looked around nervously as they spoke hoping that one of the few passing people might help but no one stepped in. By now, there was a small audience of people watching from the corner of their eyes. Blaine looked back at the three Jocks. “Look, I’m not trying to cause tr-“ he was interrupted.
“We don’t want to hear your opinions.” said the Jock on the far right. “Eat the rainbow!” shouted the Jock again as three slushy’s were thrown at Blaine’s face. He quickly shut his eyes, scrunching up his face as he endured the pain as the ice-cold drink hit his face. Three empty plastic cups were then thrown at Blaine’s face, falling to the floor. He opened his eyes at the sight of the three boys walking off laughing. “Welcome to McKinley!” one shouted whilst laughing.
Blaine looked around the half empty corridor; one or two students just stared at him, other’s ignored the fact that anything just happened, turning away from the event, going on with the rest of their day. Blaine stood there, soaked wet. His shirt was drenched and his hair was damp and cold.
“Blaine?!” shouted a voice from down the hall. Blaine turned his head to see his sister, making her way down the corridor. “What happened to you!” she said in a motherly tone, walking quickly.
“What do you think happened?” Blaine said sarcastically as his sister started patting him down with a handkerchief she pulled out her bag. “Rachel, look, I’m fine” he insisted. “I just need to clean myself up” he started to walk off but Rachel pulled him back.
“Blaine, I’ve had plenty of slushy facials, let me help you – at least this once” she smiled. “Come on” holding out her hand.
