This is the story about Cara De'lassio from the Camp-DemiTitan forum. Hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter 1
I walked down the bricked road two blocks away from my house in the winter snow after a harsh school day. Today was one of the best days of my life! Yes I'm serious, just wait till you hear what happened. So anyways this morning I woke up feeling like crap. A)Cause I had a cold and B)I am the most hated girl at school. And no it's not because I'm a nerd(I get C's and D's in most of my classes) it's because I'm harsh. Yes I'm harsh. There are people in the school that want to get to know me but I just push them away and then lock myself up in the padlocked safe called my mind. Anyways, today I walked to school in the snow wearing a jacket, jeans and a beanie. Yes I'm a weirdo, but I just don't feel the cold. I'm not kidding, today it was -10 Degrees and I walked outside in a jacket. So, when I made it to school I saw them. They are the bitchiest group of girls I had ever seen. They would stand right next to you and complain about you. I walked past them avoiding eye contact only to be tripped over by John, Sarah the 'head' bitch's boyfriend.
"John leave the thing alone!" Shouted Sarah while her posse giggled.
"But it doesn't bite. It's harmless." He picked my up by my hair causing me to scream in agony. He plopped me down onto my feet and pulled my ear close to his face. "You don't bite do you?" He said grinning. My only reply was to spit in his face causing him to pick me up and chuck me to the floor.
I stood uneasily and wiped the snow and mud off my face. "Has Little Johnny been working out?" I ask in that voice parents use on babies and pets. This just angers him. He roars and charges at me. Luckily I play Hockey otherwise I wouldn't of been able to slide to the side fast enough as he plows past me. I stand up and walk away. Big mistake. With my back turned he takes advantage and bear hugs me from behind causing me to exhale out all my left over air. Luckily for me I couldn't breathe so there I am choking in John Cashes arms as he unknowingly suffocates me to death. As my face goes purple I decide the only way I can save myself is to kick it. Yes kick it. I kick him in the Adams Apple causing him to squeeze hard one last time, which I then heard a crack and I scream in agony, then he let go. I fell face first into the dirt breathing hard. I get up and hobble my way away from the huge crowd that had grown while I was being choked. I make my way to the girls toilets where I wash my face and then lock myself in a cubicle to cry alone in the corner. As the silent tears fall from my eyes I am aware of someone coming through door.
"Cara?" The unknown voice asks from outside my cubicle. "Cara its Lisa." She says knocking on the door. "It's final period and you have ten minutes till school finishes." She says.
I grumble and reach for the lock. I open the door and see Lisa with a reassuring smile on her face. "Hi." I all I can say, A)Because my voice is croaky from crying and B)Because someone actually came to see if I was alright. I walk to the sink and wash my face. I look up into the mirror to see a brown medium length haired, dark goldish bloodshot eyed 14 year old girl looking into a mirror. I study my light tan and how tall I am compared to Lisa. Then again she is quite small. I turn around and smile at her. "Thanks for coming to see me." I say to her.
"Oh it's quite alright. Dear." She says grinning.
"Um. Are you alright Lisa?" I ask her.
"I'm quite fine actually." Her smile widens. I step bad and gulp in fear. "Now now honey. It's for your own sake. The gods only want to 'talk'." She steps forward and turns into a vulture bat like lady. I scream and run out the door and across the school. She follows hot in pursuit until I stop suddenly and connect my fist with her face. As if my luck was finally starting to work the school siren went signaling the end of the day and the school yard was filled with students running, pushing, shouting and swearing to get home. I soon lose 'Lisa in the crowd of people, so I trudge home thinking about what she said about the gods wanting to talk.
I make it to my front door and unlock it. I silently swing the door open and suddenly I get a chill up my spine. I walk into the house and look around. It's dark. I think. Dad never turns the lights off. I walk past Dad's antique Norse Steel Sword that is hung to the wall. I pull it off, finding it surprisingly light, and walk into the living room.
Stench. Terrible stench. The stench of death. It fills my nose causing me to gag and throw up my lunch I ate in the bathroom. I fish out my flashlight from my bag and point it around the room. I think I nearly faint by what I see. There in front of me is a dog cross seal thing with a spear through its stomach. I step around it and follow the similar dead bodies to my father's study. I step inside and see my father lying with his back propped against the wall holding a revolver. "Dad!" I shriek running over to him. I put my hand over his stomach wound that is slowly trickling blood. "Dad?!" I ask again urgently.
He moans and snaps open his eyes. "Cara? Cara! You have to get out of here before they come after you!" He sputters.
"Who?" I ask trembling.
"The gods." He says. "Go to Mount Orthyrs in San Francisco."
"Why?" I ask.
"Just get out of New York for starters. You are too close to them."
"Who?!" I scream.
"I love you Cara. No matter what happens. I love you." He mutters the last three words as his heart stops beating and I'm left with my lifeless father in our house in New York. I close his eyes and cradle him for an hour or so. Then I let go of his body and run out of the house, grabbing some personal things and putting them in a bag on the way out, and onto the street.
"Now it's time to go to San Francisco." I say holding back tears. I rub my eyes and sprint for the train station.
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Please excuse the small cussing it's all I could think of. :)
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Chapter 1
I walked down the bricked road two blocks away from my house in the winter snow after a harsh school day. Today was one of the best days of my life! Yes I'm serious, just wait till you hear what happened. So anyways this morning I woke up feeling like crap. A)Cause I had a cold and B)I am the most hated girl at school. And no it's not because I'm a nerd(I get C's and D's in most of my classes) it's because I'm harsh. Yes I'm harsh. There are people in the school that want to get to know me but I just push them away and then lock myself up in the padlocked safe called my mind. Anyways, today I walked to school in the snow wearing a jacket, jeans and a beanie. Yes I'm a weirdo, but I just don't feel the cold. I'm not kidding, today it was -10 Degrees and I walked outside in a jacket. So, when I made it to school I saw them. They are the bitchiest group of girls I had ever seen. They would stand right next to you and complain about you. I walked past them avoiding eye contact only to be tripped over by John, Sarah the 'head' bitch's boyfriend.
"John leave the thing alone!" Shouted Sarah while her posse giggled.
"But it doesn't bite. It's harmless." He picked my up by my hair causing me to scream in agony. He plopped me down onto my feet and pulled my ear close to his face. "You don't bite do you?" He said grinning. My only reply was to spit in his face causing him to pick me up and chuck me to the floor.
I stood uneasily and wiped the snow and mud off my face. "Has Little Johnny been working out?" I ask in that voice parents use on babies and pets. This just angers him. He roars and charges at me. Luckily I play Hockey otherwise I wouldn't of been able to slide to the side fast enough as he plows past me. I stand up and walk away. Big mistake. With my back turned he takes advantage and bear hugs me from behind causing me to exhale out all my left over air. Luckily for me I couldn't breathe so there I am choking in John Cashes arms as he unknowingly suffocates me to death. As my face goes purple I decide the only way I can save myself is to kick it. Yes kick it. I kick him in the Adams Apple causing him to squeeze hard one last time, which I then heard a crack and I scream in agony, then he let go. I fell face first into the dirt breathing hard. I get up and hobble my way away from the huge crowd that had grown while I was being choked. I make my way to the girls toilets where I wash my face and then lock myself in a cubicle to cry alone in the corner. As the silent tears fall from my eyes I am aware of someone coming through door.
"Cara?" The unknown voice asks from outside my cubicle. "Cara its Lisa." She says knocking on the door. "It's final period and you have ten minutes till school finishes." She says.
I grumble and reach for the lock. I open the door and see Lisa with a reassuring smile on her face. "Hi." I all I can say, A)Because my voice is croaky from crying and B)Because someone actually came to see if I was alright. I walk to the sink and wash my face. I look up into the mirror to see a brown medium length haired, dark goldish bloodshot eyed 14 year old girl looking into a mirror. I study my light tan and how tall I am compared to Lisa. Then again she is quite small. I turn around and smile at her. "Thanks for coming to see me." I say to her.
"Oh it's quite alright. Dear." She says grinning.
"Um. Are you alright Lisa?" I ask her.
"I'm quite fine actually." Her smile widens. I step bad and gulp in fear. "Now now honey. It's for your own sake. The gods only want to 'talk'." She steps forward and turns into a vulture bat like lady. I scream and run out the door and across the school. She follows hot in pursuit until I stop suddenly and connect my fist with her face. As if my luck was finally starting to work the school siren went signaling the end of the day and the school yard was filled with students running, pushing, shouting and swearing to get home. I soon lose 'Lisa in the crowd of people, so I trudge home thinking about what she said about the gods wanting to talk.
I make it to my front door and unlock it. I silently swing the door open and suddenly I get a chill up my spine. I walk into the house and look around. It's dark. I think. Dad never turns the lights off. I walk past Dad's antique Norse Steel Sword that is hung to the wall. I pull it off, finding it surprisingly light, and walk into the living room.
Stench. Terrible stench. The stench of death. It fills my nose causing me to gag and throw up my lunch I ate in the bathroom. I fish out my flashlight from my bag and point it around the room. I think I nearly faint by what I see. There in front of me is a dog cross seal thing with a spear through its stomach. I step around it and follow the similar dead bodies to my father's study. I step inside and see my father lying with his back propped against the wall holding a revolver. "Dad!" I shriek running over to him. I put my hand over his stomach wound that is slowly trickling blood. "Dad?!" I ask again urgently.
He moans and snaps open his eyes. "Cara? Cara! You have to get out of here before they come after you!" He sputters.
"Who?" I ask trembling.
"The gods." He says. "Go to Mount Orthyrs in San Francisco."
"Why?" I ask.
"Just get out of New York for starters. You are too close to them."
"Who?!" I scream.
"I love you Cara. No matter what happens. I love you." He mutters the last three words as his heart stops beating and I'm left with my lifeless father in our house in New York. I close his eyes and cradle him for an hour or so. Then I let go of his body and run out of the house, grabbing some personal things and putting them in a bag on the way out, and onto the street.
"Now it's time to go to San Francisco." I say holding back tears. I rub my eyes and sprint for the train station.
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Please excuse the small cussing it's all I could think of. :)
