Amelia’s Comments (group member since Aug 30, 2009)

Amelia’s comments from the Writing Contests!! group.

Oh my, in the end when I had to narrow it down it was SO CLOSE but I have MADE MY DECISION!!!

The winner of the Short Story Contest is.........................................................





















































ICEFIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU ARE THE WINNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your prize- I am not sure of. You will have to speak with my buddy, and fellow moderator, Maryam.
*nods*
Good job!!!

Ta-ta, and WRITE ON!

~Amelia

OMG ALL OF THESE ARE SOOOOOO GOOD! I HAVE TO GO NOW, BUT IS IT OKAY IF I JUDGE THEM SOMETIME TOMORROW PLEASE?? THAT WAY I CAN THINK ALL THIS OUT.

PLEASE AND THANK YOU. GREAT AND AMAZING JOB, EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!

:)

I'm sorry. But I had to choose... but good luck for anything else you enter! :)

Um...
weeeeeeell...since Esther hasn't posted her story, I must make my decision...

(sorry, Esther)


DELLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BRILLIANT JOB!!!!!!
EVERYONE ELSE DID A WONDERFUL JOB BUT AS YOU KNOW, ONLY ONE CAN WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Congrats!

Esther wrote: "ooooooooOooooooooOoooooo oh wait.... ermmmmmm i forgot, sooo the contest ends today, as in no more entrys today?"

You may post yours today.

Ohhhhhhhh
sorry dear
you can post yours today... heh. Oh boy, that's embarrassing...

*feels stupid*

I checked it out; IT ROCKED!

Maryam_Music Lover wrote: "Lol, I know don't worry about that!"

THANK YOU!

Lolz.

Yeah!

Jocks, goths, geeks...they're all stupid labels that EVERYONE uses. It's not just something Bratz made up.

Manahil wrote: "nada!!!! u stole all the stuff from bratz the movie the goths the jocks ,musician it was the description of the bratz first day"

Uhh... I have NEVER watched that movie, and never plan to...

Yes. Thank you for understanding. :)

Nada wrote: "Title: (Shoot! Rabia, you stole my title, but I'm going to use it anyway) New Start
Author: Nada
(sorry, mine's a little long)

New school. New town. New year. New start? I don't think so. The ..."

Oh shoot. I am sorry, Nada. My story is kinda close to yours. No hard feelings, though, right? I didn't even read the other entries before I did mine.

Sorry again.

Maryam_Music Lover wrote: "Love it Amelia!!!"

Thanks! :)

LOVE the group idea, by the way. THANK YOU SO MUCH for making it! :D

Maryam_Music Lover wrote: "Okay so there will be a short story and two chapter story contests and so on...the main point is that there will be a topic for example:

A girl who injured herself and you have to describe her p..."

How will we decide who is the winner? Voting or does someone choose? We should have judges!!

Title: A Newer, Better Beginning Than the First.
Author: Amelia

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The cold soulless ring of my alarm clock echoed in my ears and my arm slammed on that retched red button to turn it off. But as much as I tried shoving and slamming on the dang thing, it just kept ringing. Finally, without any warning, I chucked it across the room and it crashed into my bedroom wall, causing sparks and wires to go flying onto the black carpet. I cursed to myself as I spit on the now silent and broken machine, making it sizzle. Then I picked it up and chucked it in the garbage.

Then I slowly turned to the mirror.

My long black hair went a bit past my shoulders and my cheeks were flushed and splotched with dried night drool. Lovely. My eyes flickered as I watched my reflection in the mirror. Bed hair sucks. My tired, sleepy seeded eyes glowed gray in the early morning dim light. I sighed, kicked the wall, and bared my best to get ready for it.

Ready for what, you may ask?

Ready for school. Ugh.

Yes, I'm the New Girl in school. The New Girl, the Noob, the Newbie. The weird girl.
The goth.
The quiet, timid, mysterious, and creepy girl.
Yes, already rumors have been spreading.

JUST because I wear dark makeup and I have black hair and misty gray eyes does NOT give people the right to judge me suddenly! And it spooks the other kids, too...
So guess what, I have no friends!

I walked into the school, passing by the EVERYTHINGS. (what I call everyone else) The jocks, chortling on about how they won some football jam last summer, and then won it again this year. The popular girls, who were giggling and flirting with the other packs of jocks across the hall. The goths, who stared down at me pitifully. (mind you, they didn't even think I was "cool".) The geeks, the nerds, and the dorks, who were all in one huddle, whispering what sounded like Geometry Morse code.
Even the teachers gave me weird looks.
I mean, WHAT was so weird about a new girl! Maybe the fact that I am pale and dark haired yet I come from California, but really! What is so great about New York city schools?

They're dirty, boring, and just too snobby to invite someone like me -poor yet insightful- into their pack of feasting knowledge lions.
Gahr! Insane. Just plain nuts.

Well, usually I would be cussing and spitting angry words to these fools, but as I walked into my homeroom, I noticed something. Something completely uncanny and disturbing about the atmosphere around me. Something that made me want to...cry? Scream? Yell? Beg for mercy and plead for justice?

No.

Walking straight up to me was a girl my age. Blond pig tails hung at her shoulders, her baby blue eyes sparkled like diamonds; she wore the slightest bit of makeup, pink nailpolish, a pink sweater with a white collared shirt under it, and a brown plaid skirt to her knees. She sat down next to me and smiled a bright, cheerful reflective lip glossy smile.

"Hi," she said, holding out her hand, which I reluctantly took, "I'm Jennifer."

And I -though I was not sure what to say- smiled back.