Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ World Conflict: Final Fantasy 7 ❯ Welcome To My Life ( Prologue )
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By: Vergessener Held 
A few chapters are taken to set up the story. This one will introduce you to a few people.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 07.30.2004 | Updated On: 07.30.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 357 | Status: Completed
A few chapters are taken to set up the story. This one will introduce you to a few people.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 07.30.2004 | Updated On: 07.30.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 357 | Status: Completed
Final Fantasy 7, Surka, Zenobius and my friends are all owned by people other then me. Anything else, however, is an original character as far as I know and if you steal them, I will sue.
For MediaMiner.org readers: Before anyone starts screaming "YOU GOT THIS FROM FANFICTION.NET, YOUR PLAIGARISER!" I'd like to tell them to fuck off. I'm the author FROM FF.net that originally wrote this. Some of the A/N's may be different, since I'm altering this for you guys, so you don't get stuck with the ranting version. Nice to meet you all, and read into the first 5 chapters. The first few suck, but I don't feel like rewriting the whole thing. >_< Bye bye!
I woke up to the loud buzz of my alarm. I opened my eyes and turned over onto the left side of my body, grabbing my glasses' case and opening it, taking my thick, brown-framed, oval-shaped glasses. I unzipped the door to my tent and stepped out of it, putting my feet onto the soft green carpet of my room. I walked to my alarm on top of my small, 13" (inch) TV and turned it off. I looked around my forest-themed room, poking at the wing of my eagle that hung by wires, of which 2 out of the 3 had broken. I moved the fake trees out of my way slowly, being careful not to tip them over. My mother walked opened the door and said, "Zack, time to wake up!"
I turned around and smirked, "Already awake, Mom. Don't expect it to continue, though." She just laughed a little and tossed me my clothes. I didn't expect her to throw them, so I caught only my shirt and one sock. Mom closed the door almost all the way, then opened it and looked at me again, "You better put those on quickly, or you won't be able to eat breakfast."
I raised a brow, not believing that for once we would actually get to have breakfast at home, "Since when did you make breakfast on a weekday, Mom?" She frowned a little, "Don't start with that today... Just get your clothes on." She closed the door and left me alone to get dressed. I picked up my blue jeans, which had cool zippers at the knees so they could turn into cargo shorts, and began the daily hassle of trying not to fall over while putting them on. Once again, the heavens somehow managed to punish me this morning, like every other day, and I fell over, hitting my head on my chair. "Oh, damn! Oooohh..... That smarts," I said, rubbing the new bump on my head. I put my socks on with no trouble, but my shirt knocked off my glasses as I pulled my head through the hole. Cursing under my breath all the while, I picked my glasses up and put them on, walking into the computer room.
As usual, my miniature dachshund, Max, came racing up to me in excitement and jumped up and down until I finally bended over and kissed him on the top of his head, petting him. He wagged his tail and ran off to Mom, jumping into the chair she sits in and curling up beside her. I went to my cat, Soot, and scratched her ears. She purred and rubbed her head against my fingers until I finally stopped scratching her ears. I walked over to the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
As usual, I was as pale as Casper the Friendly Ghost and my thick glasses and long brown hair gave me my nickname at school, Harry Potter. Oh, how I hated that nickname. Taking a washcloth in hand, I ran cold water from the bathroom faucet and took my glasses off. I rubbed all the dirt off my face and took out my toothbrush and the toothpaste. "None left," I muttered angrily. John probably used the rest of it, I thought. Inconsiderate pain in the ass.... "ZACK! Your going to be late! Hurry!" It was my mom, being worried, as usual, about whether or not I'd get to school on time. I always got there in time, so I just took my dandy time, though it probably pissed Mom off. I finished brushing my teeth, then looked at the clock. "Oh crap," I said to myself. Mom hadn't been lying...
I ran out of the bathroom and grabbed my jacket, put it on, grabbed my weird necklace thing that you get for keys and stuff, put my key to the house on it, and put the necklace on. I ran to my backpack and picked it up, throwing it onto my shoulders and opening the door. I ran out, pulling the door closed, and rushed to school.
By the time I had reached school, I barely had any time to go to my locker. Ya' see, I go to a middle school. For all the mentally-challenged people out there, that means grades 6th to 8th. I ran to the second floor and ran to my locker, spinning the lock to my numbers to unlock it, and put my bag on the ground. I was greeted with a great punch to the back that I just needed to make my morning worse. I turned around to see who had punched me. "OK, whose the son of a bitch that.... Heh.... Whoops..... Hi, Robert," I said, feeling like an idiot. "Pleeease tell me you took your medication today," Robert begged, putting a grin on his face.
Robert's my friend. He's not the greatest of friends, but a friend. He's cool to hang out with when he isn't bragging about how good he is at everything. He's got really light brown hair that looks blonde when light reflects off of it and is short, a sort of weird mohawk type thing in the front. It really just sort of sticks out on the front, but it looks like a mohawk thing to me. I can't describe people! So sue me! Anyway, he has brown eyes and dark eyebrows, and is slightly taller than me. I'm short and scrawny, but he has a bit more muscle than me. I'm easily the weakest kid in school.
"Don't start with that, or I'll go on and on about how your grandfather looks like an Islamic priest," I said, chuckling and getting a huge grin. Now he had lost his grin at the comment.
"My grandfather doesn't look like an Islamic priest!"
"Wanna make a bet on that?"
"Just shut up."
Now I had lost my grin.
"Then don't make fun of me having to take medication for ADHD."
"Fine."
We both had our grins back on now and started laughing. "OK, get out of here. I got to get my stuff, then get to homeroom before Mr. Connoly kicks my ass," I said. "Alright, see you in F period," Robert said, walking off. I watched him as he left, then grabbed my A and B period books, shoved them into my bag and ran into Mr. Connoly's classroom. "Raphael.... Steven... Zack.... Zack?" The bell rang, just before I opened the door. "Zack, you're late. You know the rules. 8th period," Mr. Connoly said. I nodded and sat down next to Steven. Steven is another one of my friends. He has short black hair and brown eyes. His Native American blood made him a lot darker-skinned than me or Robert. He also has a strange accent. Either that, or he has a speech impediment.
I looked around the classroom. Don't ask me why, but I guess I love to observe things. That's what one of my old teachers said, anyway. I looked to Steven and poked him in the shoulder. He was talking to Adam, one of his friends. Since I got no response, I poked him in the cheek. I do that to get my friends attention when they ignore me, and it really pisses them off. Steven turned around and looked at me, "Hey." I just nodded as a greeting. "So, Robert and anyone going over to play Halo," I asked. "I don't know," Steven said, which was his usual answer for almost everything. "You never know anything, Steven." I said this and got my grin from before on again.
"Shut your mouth, you stupid white boy," Steven said. I just laughed. Steven's not really racist, he just says it as a joke. "Dumb redneck," I said, prodding him in the shoulder with my finger. He just chuckled once. Then, the bell rang for A period class to start. "OK, I'll see you later," I said. "Bye."
For the rest of the day, nothing eventful really happened, except for Myles, who got into trouble during our advanced mathematics class. One way or another, he gets into trouble. Anyway, I decided not to go to Steven's because I was dead tired by the time I got out of school.
I walked to the porch of my house and went up to the door, unlocking it with my key. I opened the door slowly, picking up the mail. I closed the door and walked to the living room table, dropping my backpack next to it. I walked to my Max's cage and was about to open it when the phone rang. Nobody calls at this time of day.... Maybe it's one of John's friends, trying to get a hold of him, I thought. I walked to the phone and picked it up, "Hello?" An unfamiliar voice spoke into the phone, "Hello, is Zack there?"
"Speaking.... Who is this?"
"It's Amber."
"Amber!? Oh my god! Hi," I shouted into the phone. Amber is my closest friend in the world. We trust each other with anything. She's not the most beautiful girl, with her chubby figure. Her semi-long, light brown hair stops just a little farther than the top of her shoulders. She has brown eyes. Even though she isn't the best looking girl in the world, she's a lot better of a friend than any other girl that I've met. We haven't met in person though; we usually talk over the internet. She's from the Carolinas. I can't remember which. I'd trust her with my life.
"Hi, Zack. I need a favor," Amber said.
"What do you need?"
"I need a place to stay while I go to college. I decided to go to the Massachusetts college so we could meet each other," she explained. "You want to stay here? That's fine with me.... I have to ask my mom though," I said. Speak of the devil. Mom came into the house. "Hi, Zack," she said, hugging me. "What are you doing home," I asked. "I wasn't feeling well, so I took the rest of the day off," she said.
"Mom, one of my friends decided to go to college in Massachusetts, and she needs a place to stay. Can she stay here?"
"No."
"Please? She's a really close friend!"
"Fine, she can stay here."
"WOOHOO! Thanks mom!" I hugged Mom tight and shouted into the phone, "You can stay here, Amber! Come up here as soon as possible!" For the rest of the night, I bounced around and grinned and laughed like an idiot. I kept telling my brother and poking him in excitement. He was getting annoyed so I eventually stopped.
NOTE: IF YOU WANT MORE INFORMATION, GO TO MY PROFILE AND LOOK FOR THE LINK TO MY SITE!
For MediaMiner.org readers: Before anyone starts screaming "YOU GOT THIS FROM FANFICTION.NET, YOUR PLAIGARISER!" I'd like to tell them to fuck off. I'm the author FROM FF.net that originally wrote this. Some of the A/N's may be different, since I'm altering this for you guys, so you don't get stuck with the ranting version. Nice to meet you all, and read into the first 5 chapters. The first few suck, but I don't feel like rewriting the whole thing. >_< Bye bye!
I woke up to the loud buzz of my alarm. I opened my eyes and turned over onto the left side of my body, grabbing my glasses' case and opening it, taking my thick, brown-framed, oval-shaped glasses. I unzipped the door to my tent and stepped out of it, putting my feet onto the soft green carpet of my room. I walked to my alarm on top of my small, 13" (inch) TV and turned it off. I looked around my forest-themed room, poking at the wing of my eagle that hung by wires, of which 2 out of the 3 had broken. I moved the fake trees out of my way slowly, being careful not to tip them over. My mother walked opened the door and said, "Zack, time to wake up!"
I turned around and smirked, "Already awake, Mom. Don't expect it to continue, though." She just laughed a little and tossed me my clothes. I didn't expect her to throw them, so I caught only my shirt and one sock. Mom closed the door almost all the way, then opened it and looked at me again, "You better put those on quickly, or you won't be able to eat breakfast."
I raised a brow, not believing that for once we would actually get to have breakfast at home, "Since when did you make breakfast on a weekday, Mom?" She frowned a little, "Don't start with that today... Just get your clothes on." She closed the door and left me alone to get dressed. I picked up my blue jeans, which had cool zippers at the knees so they could turn into cargo shorts, and began the daily hassle of trying not to fall over while putting them on. Once again, the heavens somehow managed to punish me this morning, like every other day, and I fell over, hitting my head on my chair. "Oh, damn! Oooohh..... That smarts," I said, rubbing the new bump on my head. I put my socks on with no trouble, but my shirt knocked off my glasses as I pulled my head through the hole. Cursing under my breath all the while, I picked my glasses up and put them on, walking into the computer room.
As usual, my miniature dachshund, Max, came racing up to me in excitement and jumped up and down until I finally bended over and kissed him on the top of his head, petting him. He wagged his tail and ran off to Mom, jumping into the chair she sits in and curling up beside her. I went to my cat, Soot, and scratched her ears. She purred and rubbed her head against my fingers until I finally stopped scratching her ears. I walked over to the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
As usual, I was as pale as Casper the Friendly Ghost and my thick glasses and long brown hair gave me my nickname at school, Harry Potter. Oh, how I hated that nickname. Taking a washcloth in hand, I ran cold water from the bathroom faucet and took my glasses off. I rubbed all the dirt off my face and took out my toothbrush and the toothpaste. "None left," I muttered angrily. John probably used the rest of it, I thought. Inconsiderate pain in the ass.... "ZACK! Your going to be late! Hurry!" It was my mom, being worried, as usual, about whether or not I'd get to school on time. I always got there in time, so I just took my dandy time, though it probably pissed Mom off. I finished brushing my teeth, then looked at the clock. "Oh crap," I said to myself. Mom hadn't been lying...
I ran out of the bathroom and grabbed my jacket, put it on, grabbed my weird necklace thing that you get for keys and stuff, put my key to the house on it, and put the necklace on. I ran to my backpack and picked it up, throwing it onto my shoulders and opening the door. I ran out, pulling the door closed, and rushed to school.
By the time I had reached school, I barely had any time to go to my locker. Ya' see, I go to a middle school. For all the mentally-challenged people out there, that means grades 6th to 8th. I ran to the second floor and ran to my locker, spinning the lock to my numbers to unlock it, and put my bag on the ground. I was greeted with a great punch to the back that I just needed to make my morning worse. I turned around to see who had punched me. "OK, whose the son of a bitch that.... Heh.... Whoops..... Hi, Robert," I said, feeling like an idiot. "Pleeease tell me you took your medication today," Robert begged, putting a grin on his face.
Robert's my friend. He's not the greatest of friends, but a friend. He's cool to hang out with when he isn't bragging about how good he is at everything. He's got really light brown hair that looks blonde when light reflects off of it and is short, a sort of weird mohawk type thing in the front. It really just sort of sticks out on the front, but it looks like a mohawk thing to me. I can't describe people! So sue me! Anyway, he has brown eyes and dark eyebrows, and is slightly taller than me. I'm short and scrawny, but he has a bit more muscle than me. I'm easily the weakest kid in school.
"Don't start with that, or I'll go on and on about how your grandfather looks like an Islamic priest," I said, chuckling and getting a huge grin. Now he had lost his grin at the comment.
"My grandfather doesn't look like an Islamic priest!"
"Wanna make a bet on that?"
"Just shut up."
Now I had lost my grin.
"Then don't make fun of me having to take medication for ADHD."
"Fine."
We both had our grins back on now and started laughing. "OK, get out of here. I got to get my stuff, then get to homeroom before Mr. Connoly kicks my ass," I said. "Alright, see you in F period," Robert said, walking off. I watched him as he left, then grabbed my A and B period books, shoved them into my bag and ran into Mr. Connoly's classroom. "Raphael.... Steven... Zack.... Zack?" The bell rang, just before I opened the door. "Zack, you're late. You know the rules. 8th period," Mr. Connoly said. I nodded and sat down next to Steven. Steven is another one of my friends. He has short black hair and brown eyes. His Native American blood made him a lot darker-skinned than me or Robert. He also has a strange accent. Either that, or he has a speech impediment.
I looked around the classroom. Don't ask me why, but I guess I love to observe things. That's what one of my old teachers said, anyway. I looked to Steven and poked him in the shoulder. He was talking to Adam, one of his friends. Since I got no response, I poked him in the cheek. I do that to get my friends attention when they ignore me, and it really pisses them off. Steven turned around and looked at me, "Hey." I just nodded as a greeting. "So, Robert and anyone going over to play Halo," I asked. "I don't know," Steven said, which was his usual answer for almost everything. "You never know anything, Steven." I said this and got my grin from before on again.
"Shut your mouth, you stupid white boy," Steven said. I just laughed. Steven's not really racist, he just says it as a joke. "Dumb redneck," I said, prodding him in the shoulder with my finger. He just chuckled once. Then, the bell rang for A period class to start. "OK, I'll see you later," I said. "Bye."
For the rest of the day, nothing eventful really happened, except for Myles, who got into trouble during our advanced mathematics class. One way or another, he gets into trouble. Anyway, I decided not to go to Steven's because I was dead tired by the time I got out of school.
I walked to the porch of my house and went up to the door, unlocking it with my key. I opened the door slowly, picking up the mail. I closed the door and walked to the living room table, dropping my backpack next to it. I walked to my Max's cage and was about to open it when the phone rang. Nobody calls at this time of day.... Maybe it's one of John's friends, trying to get a hold of him, I thought. I walked to the phone and picked it up, "Hello?" An unfamiliar voice spoke into the phone, "Hello, is Zack there?"
"Speaking.... Who is this?"
"It's Amber."
"Amber!? Oh my god! Hi," I shouted into the phone. Amber is my closest friend in the world. We trust each other with anything. She's not the most beautiful girl, with her chubby figure. Her semi-long, light brown hair stops just a little farther than the top of her shoulders. She has brown eyes. Even though she isn't the best looking girl in the world, she's a lot better of a friend than any other girl that I've met. We haven't met in person though; we usually talk over the internet. She's from the Carolinas. I can't remember which. I'd trust her with my life.
"Hi, Zack. I need a favor," Amber said.
"What do you need?"
"I need a place to stay while I go to college. I decided to go to the Massachusetts college so we could meet each other," she explained. "You want to stay here? That's fine with me.... I have to ask my mom though," I said. Speak of the devil. Mom came into the house. "Hi, Zack," she said, hugging me. "What are you doing home," I asked. "I wasn't feeling well, so I took the rest of the day off," she said.
"Mom, one of my friends decided to go to college in Massachusetts, and she needs a place to stay. Can she stay here?"
"No."
"Please? She's a really close friend!"
"Fine, she can stay here."
"WOOHOO! Thanks mom!" I hugged Mom tight and shouted into the phone, "You can stay here, Amber! Come up here as soon as possible!" For the rest of the night, I bounced around and grinned and laughed like an idiot. I kept telling my brother and poking him in excitement. He was getting annoyed so I eventually stopped.
NOTE: IF YOU WANT MORE INFORMATION, GO TO MY PROFILE AND LOOK FOR THE LINK TO MY SITE!