"Oh, hey Sam!" I said as I found her in the hall while going to lunch. "How are you? You seem upset. Something wrong?" I said. The edges of my skirt floated up as I walked. Marie's jewelery jingled along my neck, ears, wrists and fingers. It really hurt to get my ears pierced, but the earrings are so beautiful!
"Nothing's wrong" she murmured and pulled her arms closer to her chest. She looked away from me, at the floor. "Ah, come on! Something's gotta be wrong! Trust me! I know! One time, my cousin, Valeria, accidently fell off her carriage and twisted her ankle. But, still, she told us she was fine. We had to take her to Dr. Fistein. Even though all the patients were seriously hurt, he accepted us right away. Probally scared of being condemned. My family has a power equal to the President!" I told her and she glared at me. "Humor won't help me right now!" she whispered. Humor? Ah, god! I was referring to.. back then. I am such an idiot. We passed by the girls' bathroom and I grabbed her hand and reeled her in. Nobody would DARE enter the bathroom we were in, not after a girl was found dead from drug abuse. Atleast, that's what Marie said.
"You have been ignoring me! I try to get your attention.. but.. but.. you're turning into a Miranda! Girls like you are the exact reason I left my old school!" Skye exclaimed. Tears rimmed her eyes, her face a dark red. "You are the first person I met her and I felt happy! B-B-but now, you're letting yourself be controlled by that.. that.. plastic bitch! With her money, her good looks, her way with men! Did you know she doesn't even inherit any of the money when her parents die?! I bet.. you are only friends with her because of her money!"
"I mean, look at you! You were perfectly fine on the first day of school, and now you're glammed out with Miranda's clothes and jewelery! Her short skirts, cut off shirts leaving plenty of cleavage, mary janes. I bet you even wear her fucking bras and lace thongs! I only know she has these things because I was in the same kinder class as her. She thinks I pulled a prank on her way back then, and then I 'ruined her life' with rumors that I DIDN'T EVEN MAKE UP! That's why she won't let me be friends with you! Oh and, by the way, tell that fugly slut that.. Alex has been cheating on her! Or whatever girl he's always with in front of his house! The one he always does a peace sign to before she leaves!"
I stood there in awe. She was very serious now, different from her regular attitude. Wait.. that girl in front of his house? That was...
me.
A scowl stained my face and I slapped her. What was I doing?! I kept slapping her and slapping her, my manicured- or whatever you call it- nails scratching her, leaving multiple scars. I tackled her and started punching her, beating her up. What was I doing?! I swear, this wasn't me. It was like I taken over by some.. demon, or something! Someone heard her screaming and whipped the door open. I immeadiately went invisible so she couldn't see me. I stood up and stared at what I turned Skye into. She looked like a mutation. Her hair tangled, covered in bruises and scratches. I was sure she was internally bleeding, then noticing the blood she was coughing up. All of the sudden, she stopped coughing. Her eyes remained wide in terror.
"Mr. Nightingale! Skye! Someone beat her up! She's dying! Call an ambulance!" a girl screamed. She looked like a girl from the cheerleader team, the same team I was forced to sign up for my Marie. I thought about what she screamed at me. She knew Marie? A "plastic bitch"? Only friends with her because of her money? I didn't become friends with her, she became friends with me. The small fire in my heart, the hatred for Skye that started as soon as she started yelling, grew into an inferno. The small part of my heart that belonged to Skye was burned to ashes and replaced by Marie's friendship.
"Nothing's wrong" she murmured and pulled her arms closer to her chest. She looked away from me, at the floor. "Ah, come on! Something's gotta be wrong! Trust me! I know! One time, my cousin, Valeria, accidently fell off her carriage and twisted her ankle. But, still, she told us she was fine. We had to take her to Dr. Fistein. Even though all the patients were seriously hurt, he accepted us right away. Probally scared of being condemned. My family has a power equal to the President!" I told her and she glared at me. "Humor won't help me right now!" she whispered. Humor? Ah, god! I was referring to.. back then. I am such an idiot. We passed by the girls' bathroom and I grabbed her hand and reeled her in. Nobody would DARE enter the bathroom we were in, not after a girl was found dead from drug abuse. Atleast, that's what Marie said.
"You have been ignoring me! I try to get your attention.. but.. but.. you're turning into a Miranda! Girls like you are the exact reason I left my old school!" Skye exclaimed. Tears rimmed her eyes, her face a dark red. "You are the first person I met her and I felt happy! B-B-but now, you're letting yourself be controlled by that.. that.. plastic bitch! With her money, her good looks, her way with men! Did you know she doesn't even inherit any of the money when her parents die?! I bet.. you are only friends with her because of her money!"
"I mean, look at you! You were perfectly fine on the first day of school, and now you're glammed out with Miranda's clothes and jewelery! Her short skirts, cut off shirts leaving plenty of cleavage, mary janes. I bet you even wear her fucking bras and lace thongs! I only know she has these things because I was in the same kinder class as her. She thinks I pulled a prank on her way back then, and then I 'ruined her life' with rumors that I DIDN'T EVEN MAKE UP! That's why she won't let me be friends with you! Oh and, by the way, tell that fugly slut that.. Alex has been cheating on her! Or whatever girl he's always with in front of his house! The one he always does a peace sign to before she leaves!"
I stood there in awe. She was very serious now, different from her regular attitude. Wait.. that girl in front of his house? That was...
me.
A scowl stained my face and I slapped her. What was I doing?! I kept slapping her and slapping her, my manicured- or whatever you call it- nails scratching her, leaving multiple scars. I tackled her and started punching her, beating her up. What was I doing?! I swear, this wasn't me. It was like I taken over by some.. demon, or something! Someone heard her screaming and whipped the door open. I immeadiately went invisible so she couldn't see me. I stood up and stared at what I turned Skye into. She looked like a mutation. Her hair tangled, covered in bruises and scratches. I was sure she was internally bleeding, then noticing the blood she was coughing up. All of the sudden, she stopped coughing. Her eyes remained wide in terror.
"Mr. Nightingale! Skye! Someone beat her up! She's dying! Call an ambulance!" a girl screamed. She looked like a girl from the cheerleader team, the same team I was forced to sign up for my Marie. I thought about what she screamed at me. She knew Marie? A "plastic bitch"? Only friends with her because of her money? I didn't become friends with her, she became friends with me. The small fire in my heart, the hatred for Skye that started as soon as she started yelling, grew into an inferno. The small part of my heart that belonged to Skye was burned to ashes and replaced by Marie's friendship.
"No,no,no! Ponny, you're supposed to sound scared. like this, 'AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!'" Hilisia said. She said the line terrifiying. Ponya rolled her eyes. "If I say it any more frighted, my eyes will pop out! And anyway, you're NOT the director. I'm doing it wrong when Mr.Figgsten says so." Ponya snapped back. "Ok girls, from the top!" The girls got ready. Then suddenly, Ponya stretched her arm out to Hilisia(Luci) And said, "Luci! LOOK OUT!" "What? What Brenda?" "AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!" "EEEEEEK!" "RUN!!!" They both said. Then the scene ended as they ran off stage. "Perfect!" Mr.Figgsten yelled. Huffing and puffing, the girls came offstage. "Hey you guys I know it's short notice, but we will have to shoot the rest of the film in New jersey
Are you bored? Despretly trying to find something on Google, but everytime you serch something innoceont weird and gross stuff just overflows your computor screen? Well, join this writing compeition! I will list five random genres and themes I pulled from a hat and all you have to do is write a short story from a genre or theme of your choice but it has to be one of the five. The compeition will run from November 07 2011 - November 21. Voting will start from November 21 - November 31.
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. Fan Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. Anime (For Fan Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on Fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 props and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. Fan Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. Anime (For Fan Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on Fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 props and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him by the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have more energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him by the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have more energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one you love in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the next day will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my love ...is my rival....Time has stopped to you as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've lost almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if you keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... Or one day you'll snap