Readers: Oh no...yet another story...how will you keep up with this one, Sammie? Really, you already have 6 unfinished stories, do you really think that you can write another one?

The answer to that question is...YES! YES I DO!

And why, do you ask?

Readers: ...

I'll tell you why! It's because...*drum role* I've finished this one! Yes, completely finished! I get a review, BAM, next chapter is going up. I believe that those who know me know that this is true...at least until I run out of story. But not this time! This time, the story is completely finished! How, you may ask?

Readers: NO! JUST LET US READ THE CHAPTER!

...Fine, then. Spoil my fun.

Just go on and read the chapter while ignoring my Author's Note! See if I care!

Readers: *reading chapter*

...Humph.

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Kylie Mabels walked over to her window, looking out at the dinosaur-age buses lined up along the driveway of the orphanage. The seventeen year old sneered at the excited faces of the younger, more trusting children that had the misfortune of living here along with her.

'Really, don't those kids know better than to trust people who run an orphanage?' Kylie thought to herself, shaking her head.

Kylie had been here since she was ten years old, her mother having died from a gunshot to the head at 7. Everyone had tried to shield her, to keep the truth hidden, but she knew. She overheard the adults talking, how her mother had died instantly. Kylie was glad her mother didn't have time to feel pain, to feel fear before she died, but that was all she had to be happy about.

Kylie had been put into home after home, each pair of adults saying the same thing-Don't worry, you'll be safe and loved here. She had believed the first one, but they couldn't put up with her shy personality. They wanted a kid who was outgoing, and wasn't afraid to go out into the world. After about 3 months, she had been given back.

She tried to stay optimistic for the next house, being as good as she could. But they didn't like the fact that she was artistic. That family wanted someone average, like they were.

For 3 years, this went on, each family not liking this personality trait or that physical trait. After each home, Kylie lost hope. By the time the government finally put her into the orphanage at 10 years old, Kylie had become reserved and untrusting.

Seven years went by, and Kylie only grew more bitter. She would have fallen into complete depression if not for her art. She painted her feelings, sketched her thoughts, and simply let herself out through her art.

As well as painting, she liked watching movies to calm herself down-Disney movies in particular. Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, and The Beauty and the Beast were some she had watched with her mother. But her all time favorite is and always will be The Emperor's New Groove. She loved Pacha, the peasant with a kind heart. She like Pacha's family; the two excited children and the head-strong wife. She liked Kronk, Yzma's strong and simplistic henchman.

Most of all, she loved Kuzco. The whole 'selfish emperor who turns nice in the end' thing always seemed to get to her. She absolutely loved the non self-absorbed Kuzco, and she thought him as a llama was adorable.

In fact, she loved the characters so much, Kylie once again lost herself in her daydreams of actually living in the movie with them.

Snapped out of her reverie by one of the adults that ran the place, Kylie was roughly shaken out of her daydream, forced up, and marched out the door and over to the driveway.

She was then left alone, surrounded by children ranging from age 5 to age 9. There were only two other teens her age, another 17 year old boy and a younger 16 year old girl. They were already on the bus, both pretending to be excited, for the sake of the younger kids.

Kylie looked around-no adults were in sight, and she doubted any of the kids would care if she disappeared for a while. So she snuck out of the driveway and into the nearby forest.

-First person P.O.V.

I took a deep breath, taking in the fresh forest air-nothing like the depressing scent of the orphanage.

I slowly walked deeper in, knowing that nobody would think to look for me here. Actually, I doubt that anyone would come looking for me anyway.

I started to think about that. A seventeen year old girl-too old for adoption. A loner, not original in any way. Mediocre art, shy, but still too strong-willed. Really, the orphanage only tried to take in exceptional kids, and if they didn't get it, they tried to ship them off as soon as they could. Maybe they would never come looking for me.

I snorted in disgust. Of course they would come looking for me. Losing one of the only three teenagers in the place wouldn't get them their yearly subsidy from the government.

'Greedy bastards.' I thought, picking up my pace as I walked deeper into the woods. 'They deserve to loose that money. It disappears into their pockets every year anyway.'

I sighed, finally stopping beside a decent-sized creek. I pulled my shoes off and dipped my feet in, only to quickly pull them out of the freezing water.

For a few minutes I just sat there, staring up at the thick foliage hiding the sky. The leaves blew gently in the slight wind, sending small rays of sunlight down on the water, to which they occasionally reflected onto my face.

Suddenly, and extremely bright flash of sunlight nearly blinded me. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, wondering what could've made a flash like that. The light flashed in my eyes again, and I noticed that it was coming from under the water.

Curious, I moved to the side slightly to get out of the light and see what it was. I got closer to the water, trying to figure out what the thin silver line in the water was.

I blinked, and finally saw what it was. It was a piece of cloth; a calm, dark blue, with a thin silver trim on the edges. It was long, and was almost big enough to be a shawl.

I reached into the water to pull it up, seeing the small gold coin sewn onto one corner. My hand had just barely touched the silky-looking material when I was suddenly yanked into the water and dragged beneath the surface.

Sorry it was so short, but hey, it's the first chapter. Next ones are sure to be longer-or, ya know, you can review and get the entire next chapter...

Well, you all know the drill-review please!