Writing Drabble: Maia Cale (Started, not finished)
So, can you settle something for me? You never start telling a story at the beginning right? No, wait, that doesn’t sound quite right. I mean, when you’re writing one down. You don’t start at the very beginning. You start somewhere in the middle, maybe when someone is being chased by a murderer, or when there’s a yelling match going on- when something good is happening, and then you go back and retroactively explain how you got there, right? That’s what my dad always told me anyway. My mother was always in favor of a story having a clear beginning, middle, and end though. So I’m not ever sure how to start these kinds of things.
Oh well. I guess I might as well just get into it since you and I will be talkin’ for a while. My name’s Maia. I am sixteen years, four months, three days old, and yes, I am being that specific for a reason. My dad left about a year ago, and my mom got remarried, which was a big, dramatic scandal- but they aren’t really important to this story. What is important is that I am really into science. My dad was a scientist, but when he left, I took over the work in his lab. It’s been actually pretty great, all things considering. I always loved working with my dad on his various experiments, and he taught me how to rig bombs and junk when I was little- he probably wasn’t the most responsible parent, now that I look back on it.
Well anyway, yeah working in his lab has actually been great. Y’know. Except the part when I died. That kinda sucked. I always thought that I was going to die in a blaze of glory, some sort massive explosion where I take like fifty faceless opponents with me, ‘know what I mean? But no, I had to go and get run over by some truck or something. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t really paying attention to what kind of vehicle it was. I was too busy having my body crushed under it.