❝Sᴏʀʀᴏᴡs ᴏғ Tʀɪssᴄᴀʀ·s Pᴏᴏʀ Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ❞

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ℋᴇʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ﹗ℳʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ℸʀɪssᴄᴀʀ. ℑ ɢᴏ ʙʏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs Tʀɪss﹐ Rɪss﹐ Tʀɪssʏ﹐ Rɪssʏ﹐ Sᴄᴀʀ﹐ Eʀᴢᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏɴs ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ℑ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ℸʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ. Ｓᴛᴏʀɪᴇs﹐ ϙᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs﹐ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴘᴀʀᴀɢʀᴀᴘʜs﹐ ᴇssᴀʏs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ℑ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ I·ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪғ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ. ℑғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ﹣ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɢᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟ. ℑᴛs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ 『ℰᴍᴘʀᴇss Ƭʀɪssᴄᴀʀ·s ℬᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ Ɲɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ 』. ℱᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ. ℸʜᴀᴛs ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟ. xD ℋᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪsᴍ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ. Ｏʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ɴᴏ sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ. ℬᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ I·ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ. Ａɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏɴ·ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴋᴀʏ﹖ Ｏᴋᴀʏ﹐ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ. Ａʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛ﹐ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

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４－１３－１４

Home

She glanced back timidly as she continued running. Even after years of running track, Ariella needed a break to calm down so she could run again. However this wasn't practice time - it was the real deal and she had to run. She gulped slightly as she ducked behind shops, trying to find some way to possibly hide. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she bit her lip trying hard not to cry or urinate. A small part of her told her to turn around, to fight back but most of her told her to save this last bit of freedom she had left.
"Relax." a voice said gently. Male too, and husky.
She slowly turned around to see him. "Caleb." she breathed her knees weak with relief. "Its you." she said and hugged him.
She didn't let go, if anything she held on tighter. Ariella was scared, lost, confused and didn't know what to do. She buried her head in his chest her heavy breathing starting to slow down as she calmed herself. Caleb was here and that was all that mattered. Caleb gently lifted her head and looked down at her.
"C'mon. You've got a long way to go yet. Ready?" he asked her softly
Ariella nodded and she turned. She motioned for him to follow her. It didn't matter anyway. He didn't have much of a choice. She submerged herself in a large hedge and soon was blown away by the breath of cool, fresh air. Ariella finally smiled, the first genuine one in years.
"Home." she whispered. "I'm finally home."

News

Ariella rushed to a single desk. It was white and spotless, just like the rest of the room. She placed a file on the desk and turned to survey it. Just as she remembered it, except different color. Last time it had been red. Blood red. She slightly raised one simple perfect eyebrow that held a single question placed onto it. The women behind the desk - wearing white to match the rest of the room, pointed using her ballpoint pen to the room behind her. Ariella nodded and calmly walked towards the door. She reached for the doorknob but hesitated in opening it. She knew that what lay inside could easily change her forever - as corny as that sounded. Ariella felt Caleb's hand on her and taking a deep breath she pushed open the door. She sensed rather then saw Caleb closing the door so she could be alone. The room was round, and dark. There was one light that was slowly dimming in the center of the room and she quietly walked towards it. Shining underneath the light was one simple button. Red, round, shiny just a regular old button. She closed her eyes and sat down next to it and buried her head in her knees. In a matter of seconds she was sobbing heavily, in a room completely alone. After a matter of moments her sobbing decreased as she became quiet. Sighing she stood and pushed the button on the wall and closed her eyes to be suctioned away.
"You won't get anywhere in life by having your eyes closed" someone told her.
Ariella bit the inside of her lip and opened them. "Hey." she said intertwining her hands behind her.
"Hey." the person said simply.
Ariella stared at him for who knows how long sucking in how he looked. He looked amazing, as always. Wearing clean clothes, his hair perfect, everything was amazing. He had the best life out of all of them and it infuriated her. He this boy, him, he was the reason her father was dead, and her mother missing. She hated him, with a deep passion she didn't even know existed within her.
"What do you want." she said coolly.

[Justin]

Ƭʀɪssᴄᴀʀ ✧✧✧ Yᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ Yᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ·s ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ wrote: "ℋᴇʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ﹗ℳʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ℸʀɪssᴄᴀʀ. ℑ ɢᴏ ʙʏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs Tʀɪss﹐ Rɪss﹐ Tʀɪssʏ﹐ Rɪssʏ﹐ Sᴄᴀʀ﹐ Eʀᴢᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏɴs ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ℑ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ℸʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴍʏ ..."

THE FONT :D

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６－１２－１４

There was blood. A lot of it was steadily pouring out and onto the lake. And most of it didn't sink to the bottom. It dissolved naturally but so many traces of it was left in the murky water. Somewhere an owl hooted loudly through the night.

✰Aʀᴄʜᴇʀ✰

Sunlight streamed through the open window as Archer blinked rapidly to wake himself. Birds chirped outside with delight and a soft breeze swayed the plant on his window sill. Sounds peaceful he thought. Not! he grinned as the sounds of his familiar surroundings hit him. Cars were blaring, people screaming at one another. Everything was exactly the way it should be. He yawned and sat straight in his bed. Looking around he saw well known environment. His off white walls, filled with posters of well...him. Nothing screamed ❝Good Morning❞ like pictures of himself and the radio blaring his own music. Archer got out of his comfy bed and stepped onto the hardwood floor. The floor may have been wood, like in most normal houses but his glowed.

In a corner were the thousands of letters, and fan mail he got. Archer never really looked through them. Fans were just people. Meaningless people who ensured that Archer stayed on top. Another side of his room held his master bathroom. the master was better than most. The tiles on the floor were a studding golden color mixed with a little black. The walls were painted to be a rich dark brown color. Those things weren't that important or made the bathroom wonderful. No what made it wonderful was the heated toiler. And the bathtub that made bubbles the second your turned it on. And the dirty clothes? They went straight into a diamond studded chute that led towards the washing and drying machine. All in all the bathroom was impressive.

But not as much as the life he had yet to live.

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нerмeѕ ~Believe in Magic~ wrote: "Ƭʀɪssᴄᴀʀ ✧✧✧ Yᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ Yᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ·s ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ wrote: "ℋᴇʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ﹗ℳʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ℸʀɪssᴄᴀʀ. ℑ ɢᴏ ʙʏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs Tʀɪss﹐ Rɪss﹐ Tʀɪssʏ﹐ Rɪssʏ﹐ Sᴄᴀʀ﹐ Eʀᴢᴀ..."

lol. Do you want it?

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７－１８－１４

☀Sᴜɴʀɪsᴇ☀

Hidden to the human eye, birds chirped with a rather carefree manner to one another. A soothing, light mist was held above the floor of nature. Nature provided a soft breeze rustled the damp grass giving it a more enchanting glow. Nearby a pine tree stood tall amongst the rocks, not yet giving off the impression of arrogance. Cones fell from it, plopping gently onto the grassy floor, than proceeding to roll way. Anyone looking onwards towards them would say that they seemed to be staring up at the infinite sky, which held the hopes, dreams and despair of all living things past, present and future. It was painted a dark, beautiful shade of blue which slowly turned lighter, as a new day embarked. Overhead a person could see the half-moon trying its best to glow brightly. However, it came to terms with the fact that the sun was waking, and soon the moon waved goodbye for another day. Streaks of orange boldly began appearing, while shades of pink peeked behind them. The stunning colors, touched the abundant amount of roses which were nestled comfortably within the tulips and daisies. The blossoms watched the joggers pushing to their limit. One knocked over a battered, rusty, dark green garbage can interrupting the perfect silence which nature offered to the world. He began apologizing, only to abruptly come to a stop as he realized that speaking only made the matter worse. Somewhere in the distance the joggers could her a low roar of cars blaring as they normally did on the ever busy highway. The drivers, were completely oblivious to the fact that on a quiet street, the light mist was letting up where a person could see an American flag showing its stripes and stars proudly to the world. Across the street from it, was a dull yellow colored house, hidden by many oak trees. Sprinklers had been turned on for the early morning and they were hosing down everything in their sight. And just two houses down, was a young girl wearing a long flowing, green skirt and a blouse which had a storm of colors. She was wedged between two cars one blue and one yellow. The girl sat in a black chair, that had a gray cushion, and a diamond shaped pattern engraved onto it. The chair was in perfect alignment to the tire on the used, worn blue car and the drivers door on the off-white car. She was noting down everything to the last possible detail. Such as how she was barefoot, and that her feet brushed the white footpath. She included how if she turned ninety degrees, she could run across the rough red rocks, that had a lovely pattern carved upon them. They had a Eton blue, colored rock in the shape of a diamond placed in the middle. That little girl wrote everything and how nice the hum of nature was at five forty-five in the morning.

What she didn't write was what was going to happen next.

[Justin]

Ƭʀɪssᴄᴀʀ ✧✧✧ Yᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ Yᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ·s ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ wrote: "lol. Do you want it?"

Not at the moment… but when I'm looking for a font I'll ask you :)

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Ahahahaha okay cool

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１２－６－１４

Max

Hes stupid. Its as simple as that. Hes a fucked up stupid idiot who is the most imperfectly perfect guy I can think of. I mean I know his serious side, which consists of him being smart, and determined, and creative intellectually. Also with him being a pessimist/realist. But I know the other light-hearted side of him. Which is him being funny, goofy, and optimistic. It makes him throw out all logic and be so relaxed and its adorable. And it just makes him easier to hang out with. And his mind. If you went inside the depths of his mind I'm positive that you wouldn't be able to make it out alive. But that just sounds like a challenge and I wanna take it. But at the same time he and I hate each other and becoming his friend would be the most awkwardest thing ever and ugh I dunno.

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１２－２－１４

The student body, and teachers huddled on one side of the cafeteria. The principal was with them and everything was silent. Stella, a newly switched student stood across from them holding a dangerous weapon in both hands. Everyone trembled scared that she would fire them both.
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I stood there, not scared but upset. Distraught. And fine a little bit of fear. But mostly I was angry. Pissed rather. And the more seconds passed, the angrier I got. So since I was in the front row of the crowd I was more than capable of walking up to Stella. She pointed the kife at me and I cocked an eyebrow.

"Do it. I dare you. You'll be saving me the trouble anyways" I told her simply.

She didn't say anything and I kept walking towards her. Soon enough, she and I were only a couple of inches apart. And than she did something unexpected to most of the audience. The knife was turned around towards herself and she turned to look at me. There were tears evident in her big hazel eyes.

"Get away. You don't need blood on you" Stella whispered her voice quiet.

And that it. That was the final stray. I couldn't take it anymore. I slapped her. Not hard, or painfully. It was a simple slap and than I grabbed her hand with the knife. I forced it to point towards me, my hand never letting go. It stayed on right and I think that crazy look entered my eyes. She and everyone else in the room stared.

"No Stell. I'd rather die and suffer down there than live and suffer on Earth. I don't think I'd be able to survive anyways okay? And theres only one knife. So I'd rather let that blade stab me and kill me than even taste your blood. And I know that you're going to stab someone. Thats what I love about you. That determination, the stubbornness, the presidency. I know you might kill yourself later, but I don't wanna be alive for that. I don't wanna go back to suffering the way I used to when Ivan died. I don't want to cry myself to sleep every night or spend fifteen minuets in the bathroom t ever period crying. I don't wanna go through that hell. I'd rather suffer the hell down there." I said pointing towards the floor. "So well. Stab me. Lets get it over with." I added in.

I don't think I was afraid of death. I was more afraid of losing her. A couple moments later and than the the knife fell with a thud. Stella fell to her knees and sobbed. I followed her soon enough, with my knees buckling down and held her. She cried into my blue t-shirt and I just hugged her and said nothing of it. She could cry for as long as she needed to. It didn't matter to me. But it mattered to the principal. In a matter of minuets she came over and pulled Stella away by the hair. Many of the teachers followed as well, and I was left with the kids. A teacher that had bothered to actually stay behind forced the kids to eat lunch of whatever. I didn't really care. All I knew was that I was collapsed on the floor. But then I felt a hand grab me and pull me away. Looking up I stared. I didn't expect him of all people to be concerning with me. Eventually he stopped and looked down at me.

"What the hell?!"

"What Max?" I asked sighing.

"What was all that crap just now? What if you'd died? What would you have done if you really died have that blood pouring out of you. Why weren't you scared? What was I going to do if you had died?" he yelled at me.

I stared at him for a while. His glasses were darkened as always, and his blonde hair grazed his forehead and his brown eyes actually showing concern. And anger. His lips were brought down into a frown while his cheeks remained as white and fair as ever.

"I'm more afraid of losing her. And if I died well Id hope for the best. And besides -"

All of a sudden I was wrapped in his warmth and I could fell drops of wet tears on me.

"Don't do that again. Don't scare me like that. God I don't know what I'd done if you'd - if you'd died"

I wrapped my arms around him and muffled my cries by pressing into his body. He could probably feel my wet tears through the t-shirt but hell. Seconds passed and than I'm pretty sure ten minuets passed. His chin was on my head and I gently closed my eyes. I didn't really move from my position, I didn't want to. I just stood there, three feet shorter than him, and silently cried into his shirt.

"Why do you even care?" I asked my voice muffled and cracking.

For a while I didn't hear anything. It was complete silence and I wasn't sure if he'd heard me. But than I recognized the sound of his voice before actually registering his words.

"I have no idea. All I know is that I want you to always be safe. And I know that you're...different. You just give me this feeling and I just..." he trailed off.

I let out a soft semi-chuckle. "You're so messed up. Nothing special about me.

But I still smiled. Couldn't really help it myself. I could feel him shaking his head at me, and I'm pretty sure he said something on how I was special. Eventually though, I let go of him and wiped away my tears. Gingerly smiling, I turned and began to walk away.

Turning my head I added in "But you still suck" and as I walked away I could feel his smile growing.

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６－２６－１４

September sipped her coffee while leaning against the counter. The faculty room was quite nice. It had a coffee maker, a refrigerator, some sofa's, windows - nothing out of the ordinary really. But compared to some of the rooms in the rest of the building, this place was Vegas. She closed her eyes for a second feeling peaceful. Sunlight streamed through the window and a soft breeze rustled the growing plant on the window sill. Outside flowers were starting to bloom as it was the beginning of Spring. The sky was filled with clouds lazily floating their way across the world. Just for one moment she could feel like she was on one of those clouds, and that she was perfect. Just for one second...

One second was all it lasted. She abruptly opened her eyes again, as soon as the sounds of society hit her. The window was wide open, so September could hear people screaming louder than usual. She walked over to the window with her coffee to see what the racket was all about. Reporters were hounding on the front steps, and most of the people looked angry. No scratch that - they looked pissed. And scared. Two policemen were guiding a young man. He looked to be in his late teens early twenties. Blond haired, blue-eyed essentially perfect looking. He was exceptionally tall and seemed to be normalish looking. So why was he here if he looked okay?

September stared for a couple more seconds before it hit her. He was that murderer wasn't he? Whats-his-name...Nark? Nate? Na-something. She walked back to the counter and tried to find her papers. Somewhere in those papers his name would be written in neat, typed writing. Shuffling through the papers she found it. The picture fit the man outside -- well now probably inside. Nash. That was his name. Nash Jacobsen. That name actually sounded kinda innocent. Shame that the most innocent sounding ones were the worst. September shook her head. What was with all these thoughts? She had a job to do. She was assigned to see how crazy this Nash person was. September shivered slightly. She always thought the best of people but it would be hard after all the crimes he had committed. Stealing, murdering, what was next?

September finished her coffee and set it down on the granite counter. She took all her papers and began walking down the halls. Her flats were comfortable and quite cozy. Not to mention quiet as well. Normally she would have on heels but there was a rule here that, employees weren't allowed to wear anything sharp or possibly hazardous to the patients. So flats would have to do. They were a dull gray color with a checkerboard design engraved on them. She reached her office and quietly opened the door. Switching on the light she glanced around to make sure everything was in place.

Her desk was painted white and pushed off in one side of the room. Walking over, September ran her hand over it. Papers were stacked neatly on one side while the other side was filled with trinkets. A picture of her and her family enjoying themselves for once was, placed in the position so that it was showed off for the world to see. September spent most of her life hiding the truth from the world. They were a perfectly normal family. Not at all stuck-up, spoiled and rich. Nope. Her family was kind and generous, but had to struggle for money. That was what she told everyone, and most people bought it. September placed most of the papers she was carrying down and took the ones that she would need for her patient. She took a ballpoint pen and turned to sit in one of the chairs.

The chairs were actually quite soft. But too white. It was as if they were brand new. A soft cushion was placed on the bottom so when you sat on it, it was as if sitting in a feather. Another cushion was placed on the back so you could easily lean back and just fall asleep. And you'd be comfortable. There was another tall cushion on the other side of her, as well as a couch sitting on the side of her. The rug was a gray color, and rather soft as it was ticklish. Making sure no one was about to come in, September slipped her feet out of the shoes and placed them on the floor. Her toes were pained blood red but she wasn't supposed to show anyone. Any dark colors may trigger the signs of death to any of the ailing patients and whatnot. Light colors only. So her fingers were painted a lovely shade of pink, but her toes red. It wasn't like anyone would ever really find out. September leaned her head backwards certain that no one was about to come in and see her. The ceiling was painted a light shade of blue just like the four walls surrounding her. Everything around her was all light and peaceful.

Until she heard a knock.

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６－２６－１４

September got up and straightened herself. She fixed her light pink blouse and straightened her teal jeans. Checking to make there was nothing sharp laying around she opened the door. At the sight of Nash she forced on a warm smile and tried to make him feel welcome "Please, come in." she said as if she was inviting someone in her house instead of a therapist room. That was something she tried to do. September always tried to make the person feel welcome, as if they were coming into a safe place. Which they were. Her room was always a safe place to be. But, really the purpose of this was so that they would talk. Most people talked and told everything when they felt safe.

"Take a seat wherever you would like. The couch or chair, I don't really mind." September added in. Giving options was always nice. It made them feel as if they really did have a say which usually helped the low self-esteem issues. "You boys I'm assuming know how to wait outside." she addressed the guards. "If anything happens I'll scream rather loud so you should be able to hear me unless you are deaf. In which case I have to wonder how you got the job." she finished. "Thank you."

September hoped that she was putting up a good front. If Nash saw she was nervous everything would be screwed. No, she had to show that she wasn't nervous and that she knew what she was doing. She didn't care that he was a murderer. Nope. September wasn't worried whatsoever. Nope. No worries..none. She bit the inside of her lip slightly - a habit she had formed from a very young age. Although it had lessened, she still bit her lip as a nervous habit whenever something dramatic was happening in her life. Making sure that Nash wouldn't get hurt by the door, she shut it and walked towards the chair she originally was in.

Sitting down, September tried to breath and calm herself down. He was a murderer yes. But there were two bulky, dimwitted guards outside. And over here, in Dalewood guards didn't hold back on prisoners. They went all out, so if he tried to attack her, September just had to yell and instantly he would be gone. Or she could send him to be dangerously crazy which meant he'd be under lock and key at all times. Or she could find some loophole in which that lawyer didn't see so she could send him to jail. Or...or something else! She was smart she could find loopholes.

But what if she was already dead before they got to her?
What if she was his next victim?
September shook her head. No way would that happen right? No way would someone manage to kill her before the guards got to them. But he was skillful...and this wouldn't be his first time killing. What if he learned how to do it quietly? What if he learned to do it quickly? But how would he murder you Lark? she asked herself. He didn't have any weapons and chocking someone took more than a second. September rationalized. Nothing bad would happen to her today.

Today nothing bad would happen. Today she'd be safe.

Right?

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September snapped out of her daze when she heard him talking. She came back to the world enough to hear him mention something about his handcuffs. Oh yeah that is another thing. He has handcuffs. He can't do much damage with them now can he? she thought to herself. After running once more through all the things she could do to him, if he dared to hurt her she settled down in her chair. "I am September Clarkson. And I'm assuming you are already aware that I'm going to be your therapist. If not - well you're hearing about it now bub." she told him.

September looked through her materials until she found a completely blank sheet of paper and pen. Than she turned to face him. "Let me tell you something right now. I know you've had therapists in the past. I'm probably not going to be anything like them. For better or worse I guess that would be up to you." she started. "So yeah. Don't start expecting the normal boring questions like: how are you, and other easy stuff like that." September explained. "Most of the time people lie on those anyways." she muttered. "So here is my request for you. Speak." she stated. "Speak normally. As if I'm a uh a friend. Or family member. Or I don't know. Someone that you're close to. Speak as if I'm one of them."

Than September relaxed in her chair and waited for his response. She was actually intrigued by what he may say. She'd dealt with suicidal people, crazy people, people who just wanted to vent, but never in her life had she encountered a murderer. So what would his first initial reaction be? What would his face signify? Would his left eye twitch? What would he say? Even if she was terrified of him, she was still rather curious. And usually her curiosity won over her fears.

Than it dawned upon September. She had given him an entire paragraph of instructions as a professional. She hadn't really loosened up, and normally people didn't speak when they felt like a professional was talking. No. Normally people spilled if they felt like they were talking to a friend. Someone that they trusted. A professional would never really work. And..great. So wrapped up in your fears you can't loosen up. Good job Lark. Good job. she said rather disappointed in herself.

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Stella pulled the covers over her head as she had the daily battle within herself. Face school, or face it five minuets later. Later didn't sound bad. Ten more minuets of dreaming about being a famous celebrity sounded wonderful. If it wasn't for her alarm clock screaming inside her ear and the sounds of her family waking up. Sighing Stella shut off her alarm and laid there. She really didn't want to go to school. Who did? Teachers who were out to get you, friends who could...well...do something bad to you and cute, guys...who could charm you with one look. Stella began biting her lip as a smile grew on her tired face. Imagine the perfect guy swooping in. He'd have the most perfect look - blond hair, brown-eyed. A warm caring personality that would leave you off wanting more and more each time...what a perfect life.

But of course all perfect dreams must come to an end.
"Stellaaa" an older, feminine voice called out to her. "Come on down dear, waffles are being made"

Sighing Stella slowly got out of her bed and put on her robe. She opened her door and crossed the small space into her personal bathroom. She looked at the mirror and groaned. A serious case of bedhead and ugliness indeed. Stella splashed some water onto her face and shivered at the cold slightly. She could never get used to that first blast of coldness no matter how hot it was outside. Reaching for the towel behind her Stella dried off her face and took off her clothes. She stepped into the shower and turned it on for the water.

Not three seconds had passed when Stella jumped out shrieking to herself. The water which had been freezing cold had turned steaming hot. Yes ladies and gentlemen, the biggest problem in Stella's life was the temperature of the damn water. She cautiously turned the temperature while making sure the water didn't get anywhere near her body and waited a couple of moments while the water cooled down. Once again she proceeded to step inside and finally sighed content. Taking shampoo the size of a dime she gently washed her hair keeping her eyes closed. There was no way she was going back to the Eye-Meltdown days, when shampoo often got into her eyes and she cried like a little baby. Stella closed her eyes slowly remembering the time. Her body leaned against the wall and her arms went limp against her body. Five minuets soon passed. Then ten. Then twelve before she heard the sound of an annoying bird chirping outside the window.

"Hm?" she asked standing up straight.

Looking around she remembered. Stella was taking a shower. Sunlight streamed through the window and birds chirped to each other happily. They seemed to happy, so cheerful.... like her! Stella watched them for a while taking note on the color of their body and other details. The yellow light was hitting them in the most perfect manner, which made them look so beautiful and wonderful. Than she shook her head and took her focused once more on her naked body. After another ten minuets she closed off the water and got out of the shower. Stella once again put on her bathrobe, wrapped a towel around her head and went down the stairs to the dining room.

"Hello dear. Did you sleep well?" her mother asked.

Stella rolled her eyes. Ever since she found out she had a twin sister her mother had been exceptionally nice to her. Which personally she didn't mind, but it was starting to get annoying. All the waffle-making, and bonding time was getting to be ridiculous. But on the bright note, Stella did get a chance to fix her mothers fashion problem. Her mother had gone from ugly jeans and lame white t-shirts to wearing hot dresses that showed off her body nicely. so that was a huge plus. And to add to that, Stella's mother now allowed her to purchase more shoes that she could store in her mother's closet. Which was amazing!

"I slept fine mom. And waffles? Again? Awesome." she replied with little enthusiasm in her voice.

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Stella was consumed in her thoughts when she heard a voice behind her calling out 'good morning' Groaning to herself she realized that her twin was here. How lovely. Stella didn't reply or even flash a smile like she normally did. She gave a simple nod and went back to eating. Why the hell did she have a twin? Now she had to share her mom with her, and all of her space. Great wasn't it? Jerk.

But glancing over her once again Stella couldn't help but feel like crying. How the heck was January her twin? She had no fashion sense, a total nerd and barely had any interest in shopping, gossip or...the unthinkable - boys. No, she would much rather sit down and read a book. Total turnoff from guys. Although, as much as Stella hated to admit it she did have some similarities as January. They were more or less the same height and probably weighed the same too. Both of them shared the blue eyes and wavy hair. But January had brown while Stella had blond. Plus Stella she made her features stand out. January tried to hide them. For example if she added a bit more makeup and wore more fashionable clothes guys would be certain to notice her. And if she ditched the book she would be the total package. But no. Instead she wore a plain black top with a purple skirt and boots. At the very least she could wear a fancier top or skirt. That would help and not completely humiliate Stella.

"Good morning dear. Would you like some waffles?" her mother asked her with a very sweet but awkward smile.

Stella rolled her eyes. Ever since January had moved in her mother had been doing that a whole lot more. Smiling which made things ten times more awkward. Clearing her throat Stella stood up and gave her plate to her mother.

"I'm going changing." she replied not glancing at January. Why should she? She already looked at her for five whole minuets she shouldn't punish her eyes further. Without waiting for a response she turned around and went up the stairs. She quickly went into her room and looked into her walk-in closet. Honestly I have nothing to wear she thought to herself. Everything had been worn at least once and was no longer fashionable. Or the remaining stuff was too small or not 'appropriate' for school. Screw that rule. If you couldn't show boys your body than whats the point in going?

Finally Stella settled on a teal blouse and tiny black shorts. The blouse had some ruffles in the front with a v-neck. She added in a plain black miniskirt, not that it added much to the outfit. It was small enough to completely go unnoticed. Checking the weather outside she added in a jacket simply because it was a bit cold and it tied everything in together. Once more opening her closet door she added in a pair of brown heels that showed off her newly painted toes. A golden necklace was added in as well and she grabbed her favorite brown purse. After she was certain she had everything she needed she went into the bathroom and proceeded to put on her makeup. Stella first put on all the normal day-to-day things. Cover-up, blush, mascara, boring things like that. Then she added in a lighter shade of eye shadow, so her brilliant blue eyes would stand out moreso. Pink lip gloss was added as well. Once all of that was done she brushed her long hair and curled it whilst smiling to herself. This entire procedure was done in forty-five minuets. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Stella went down the stairs happy. Everything was already looking better.

Until she saw her sister and mother. Once again January had ruined her mood.

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Stella couldn't really hear the conversation but she could see that her mother had eased up a little. How? Stella was there since day one and January was only there since the beginning of the summer. How was it that this little twerp was already replacing her? She was....nothing. All she did was show up Stella every day. Stella gets a B, January gets an A. Anything academic January won in. And as much as her mother tried to hide it, Stella knew that her mother cared about the academic world a bit more than the social world. She always wanted a smart kid. And now her dream was coming true by..by this pathetic...thing.

But whatever. Stella refused to get annoyed over this, especially this early in the day. No. She'd walk right in as if January still wasn't here and it was a normal day. No January. Out of mind, out of sight. That was sure to work, right? Walking right into the room she interrupted the conversation between her mother and January.

"I can't find the keys mom. And I was going to pick up a couple friends today." she complained.

Stella's mother sighed the smallest bit. "In the drawer next to the T.V. Take your sister." she replied starting to clean up the table.

Stella narrowed her eyes slightly. She was going to have to drive her nerdy, uncool, lameo sister to school? Yup, kiss her entire social life goodbye. No more parties, no more boyfriends everything gone. She'd have to resort to talking to other geeks and nerds. The animals at the bottom of the chain. Oh god that was going to be awful. What if she'd have to marry one because no one hot would want to? What if she'd have to have nerdy kids who didn't have any fashion sense. Or what if - and heaven forbid her sister became more popular than her?! No, no no. That could not happen.

"Do I -" she began saying only to realize her mother had disappeared. Ugh. Her mother knew her too well. "Fine." she muttered. Stella turned to her sister. "Get your stuff. And hurry up, we're picking up some friends. My friends. No nerds allowed in the new car. Except you I guess." she added in.

As Stella turned around she began talking to herself. "What the hell is Archer gonna think? Seeing her?"

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"Excuse me?" Stella asked turning around. Then she began laughing. "The day you become more prettier than me and actually get Archer. That'll be the day you discover an eyeliner, some blush, maybe some eyeshadow, -midnight blue would look great on you by the way..." she started to say only to realize she gave January a tip. "...is the day pigs fly. Or the day that you maybe get a brain in fashion. So never. Going. To. Happen." Stella finished inwardly groaning.

She had given January a tip on makeup. By accident obviously but you weren't supposed to do that. Great. But..it may help. Stella may have gotten an idea planted inside her head and, then January would try some makeup on! She'd become prettier and Stella wouldn't be embarrassed to show her as her twin sister. Oh what a beautiful life that would be. Too bad it wasn't happening any time soon.

"And please. Don't act like you're not the smallest bit interested in Archer. Have you even..seen him?" she asked her now concerned a bit. What if she hadn't seen him yet? What if she hadn't met anyone yet and Stella would be forced to lug around this thing called a human. Oh dear lord, her life was turning into a mess.

She began walking towards the car, still waiting from an answer. Opening the drivers seat she turned on the keys for the motor to start. At first it wouldn't. So Stella turned it off and tried again. And again, and again. Finally on the fifth try the engine sputtered a bit and she sighed in relief. This car was brand-new and even though Stella knew her mother purchased her everything, she wanted to try and keep this one car. Maybe prove to the world -- and her sister that she could keep something in good condition. Other than her beautiful face of course.

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Sunlight had yet to stream through the open window as Archer blinked rapidly to wake himself up. He could hear maybe a bird or two waking up along with the rest of the world. A soft breeze swayed his plant that was sitting on the window sill. Archer stare outside his window and sighed unhappily. What would he give for more sleep? But he really couldn't. After finishing up just about zero percent of his homework last night, he needed to do some today. Maybe get started on that essay for the demon teacher whats-her-face? He stepped out of his bed and headed straight for the radio. Turning it on Archer was blasted with the hits of today's generation.

He turned around and headed towards the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. God he looked awful. And I don't smell so hot either huh? he thought after smelling himself. He stripped down and stepped into the shower. Turning on the hot water he leaned back in the shower and closed his eyes. He could sleep for a couple...of...seconds...no. No. He needed stay awake. Maybe he'd stop by the coffee shop and get a mug. He'd also be able to start on the essay wouldn't he? Archer got out of the shower and wrapped himself inside a towel.

Stepping back into his apartment he put on a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. He grabbed his backpack and shut the door. He ran down the stairs and opened the front door and was burst with of cold air. He shivered and began walking briskly towards the coffee shop. Birds began peeking out and chirping at one another. Cars began running on the road and more people were walking along the sidewalk. He reached the cafe and went through the doors. A couple of people were already there and Archer smiled politely at them. He headed towards a small table in the back and sat down.

Archer pulled out some of his notes and a pen. He read over the question. And than reread it. How and why did the goals of United States foreign policy change from the end of the First World War (1918) to the end of the Korean War (1953)? What did this have anything to do with anything? Why was he even in this class in the first place? Archer sighed and took out his notes from the class. Taking out his highlighter he took note on which notes seemed like the most important and most helpful the the essay questions. Which was of course none of them. Sighing he leaned back and just turned to the rest of the cafe. He could do this later. Right now he just needed some coffee...

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Archer stared at his questions in a daze when he heard a loud child-like voice through the cafe. Looking up, he saw a five year old girl accompanying one of the employees at the cafe. He could hear her begging to work around the cafe to which he smiled at. Most children just wanted to play so to hear one ask to work wasn't the most common thing. Archer watched them go around collecting dirty plates, and used tissues. After a couple of moments the child began arguing that she wanted to carry the tray. He watched the debate between the two and suppressed a grin. Shaking his head, Archer turned back to his homework.

Sighing Archer was about to pack it up and leave when he felt a human fall over his outstretched leg. And crash. He heard the sounds of tears, and coffee spilling. His first instinct was to check himself - to make sure he didn't get bruised or dirty. Nope, he was clean. Archer than proceeded to turn around to see a young blonde female comforting a younger sobbing girl. He could see the coffee slowly making its way all over the floor itself and causing a bigger mess than there needed to be. He sighed and glanced back at his papers. He really needed to finish, but than again the cries of a five-year old screaming would probably be distracting. Besides which the teenage girl comforting her wasn't an eyesore.

Archer got off from his chair and kneeled down to the young girl. Tears were dripping from her face, and she was completely covered in snot. Her blouse was sticky and covered with the aroma of coffee. "Hey, hey. Little girl." he started saying. "Why are you crying? Now that you're all sticky you can be a superhero! Sticky Girl. Always there to help stick things...together?" Archer began saying wondering what they even meant. Sticky Girl. What the hell was that? That was stupid even for his idiotic self.

He turned towards the older female with a 'I'm sorry that was really stupid' look. And only than did he get the chance to properly see her. Her blonde hair had fallen down, and her blue eyes were filled with concern for the girl. She was wearing a simple outfit - sweater, jeans, and a beanie. And the girl had a more natural look to her. Unlike most girls, she had simple make-up looks towards her rather than fifty pounds of blush and eye shadow. But she wasn't unattractive or anything. After a couple of seconds he realized that he was staring at the girl and turned his head back to the five year old.

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Is anyone even reading this? c(:

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i am

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Whoo!

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it's amazing how do you write that much lawl

[ali ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ˢʰᵘᵗ]

me too

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Yay Ali

Rai: None of it is good though

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what are you talking about

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its not~

[[deleted user]]

lololololololol Triss xD

it's amazing

[ali ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ˢʰᵘᵗ]

Yes it is. Its amazing xp

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Ali and Rai. Shaddup. Its not.

Lol Kisa

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you guys are such liars

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☠Tʜᴇ Mᴏʀᴏɴ☠

Totally ripping this from you Rai
I hate him so much that its not even funny. Like seriously. Hes stupid, annoying, a smartass and a jackass. And its just urgh. I don't think its possible for anyone to be more annoying than him and its just shut up bitch. But his stupid blonde hair and eyes and everything is stupid and I just ugh. Can someone punch him? Please? Hes so annoying and ugh. Please. And he is so annoying and arrogant and just annoying in general. But his stupid hair and eyes are just so perfect and that annoys me because its not supposed to be. Hes an ass. Hes made fun of me (...not that I care) and its just ugh. Get him to just get out of my life.

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....Really? HAH! I WINNN!!!!!!

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I'm conflicted with this ship.

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１２－８－１４

Language Art Story

Flight

Maria stood in front of the room, as Sheila and Terri smirked at one another and turned back to their work. She stared down at the floor awkwardly, feeling upset due to Sheila and Terri’s rude comments. Ms. Fairbanks spinned around in her red heels and walked over to Maria. She guided her towards the back of the room where a single chair remained empty waiting for a child to sit on it.
“Here you go, dear.” Ms. Fairbanks said kindly. “I’ll give you a list of the supplies you need. Make sure you have them by next Monday, okay dear?” she asked. Without waiting for a response she spun on her heels and turned to teach the rest of the class.
Maria looked around and groaned inwardly. Next to her, Sheila and Terri were smirking at her and in a low voice began mocking Ms. Fairbank’s use of the word ‘dear’.
“Yes, dear, are you okay?” Sheila asked mockingly.
Terri laughed at Sheila’s comment and whispered in a loud enough voice for the three of them to hear. “God, there is no way she’s okay in the head. Just look at her...everything.”
Maria remained quiet and focused at Ms. Fairbanks. She didn’t even understand why Terri and Sheila were picking on her. She hadn’t done anything to them yet - heck she hadn’t done anything to anyone at the school yet. She sighed softly and turned to look at her new surroundings. The brick wall had a beige coating over it, with silver poles running across. The front of the room had a long white board. In the middle with the smart board right in the center. Computers were along the left side of the room, and the American flag was hanging over it. Pretty average class, Maria thought to herself. She tuned back in time for her to hear Ms. Fairbanks issue a worksheet for homework. In a matter of seconds, the bell rang and the kids went off to their next classes. Maria waited until most of the class had exited the room before standing. She looked at her schedule to see what she had next and then proceeded to head towards her new math class. She entered just as the bell rang, and stood by the door, unsure of what to do next. The math teacher began taking attendance and noticed Maria.
“Ah! You must be…” he said looking down at his papers. “Maria! Welcome, welcome. Uhh, your new seat...how about right here?” he asked pointing to a middle desk in the front of the room.
She walked over to it, holding the papers that she’d already received throughout the day. The stack was rather messy, since she had been collecting papers since first period and now it was ninth. The teacher introduced himself as Mr. Campbell, and quickly went through the names of the class. He had said the names Sheila and Terri when soft giggles came from the back. Maria couldn’t hear everything they were saying, but she caught snippets like ‘ugly’ and ‘she must have a family of farmers’. Mr. Campbell arched an eyebrow in their direction and soon, the giggling ceased. He then started to hand Maria several different papers of rules, supplies, and other handouts she didn’t care for. Maria began placing them onto the pile when all of the papers fell. She watched in horror as every single one of her billion papers scattered around the floor and she heard snickering from the back. Maria reached down and began cleaning up her papers while Mr. Campbell waited patiently. None of the other students reached forward to help her, and most of her papers were stuck under their shoes. Maria felt her face burning up, as she asked them to remove their feet so she could collect back her papers. After a couple of moments, she retreated back to her desk and Mr. Campbell began his lesson. Maria stood alert in her desk, determined not to slack off. However, she soon found herself getting bored since it was math and math was by far the most boring subject in the history of subjects. Finally, after twenty more minutes the bell rang, and she left the classroom.
Maria had yet to get a bag for school, so she quickly tried to find the exit. She quickly spotted her mother and rushed to the car. Slamming the door shut, Maria looked at her mother helplessly. Tears began glistening her eyes and soon she was sobbing in her mother’s arms.
“Mom, I went to school today and I didn’t know anyone, and everyone was being mean, and I couldn’t figure out where I was supposed to go, and these two girls were being jerks an..an..and nothing went right today!” Maria whined.
Her mother stroked Maria’s chocolate brown, soft hair and looked out into the distance. Sighing, she wiped away Maria’s tears and gently kissed her forehead. “I know baby. It isn’t easy. But it’ll be okay soon, I promise.” her mother said softly.
Maria’s cries eventually slowed down and she sat up straight. She nodded slightly, to let her mother know that she was fine and they could start the drive back towards home. She pressed her face up against the window glass so her mother wouldn’t see any other tears streaking down her face. In a couple of seconds, Maria felt the car start up and she could feel the car moving rapidly. Soon enough there was nothing but blurs as Maria’s mother drove back home.
Maria trudged through the front door only to be hounded down by her Labrador Retriever. She fell over and instantly broke into a smile. “Hey Vicky,” she managed to say in between licks.
After a couple of minutes Maria finally managed to sit up straight and hugged Victoria. “Hey girl!” Maria exclaimed joyfully.
She had gotten Victoria a couple days ago, as a present from her parents. The two of them had bonded extremely well, and Victoria had started to get excited around three o’clock. After a couple moments, Maria headed up to her room and fell onto her bed. She gently closed her eyes and remained there for a couple of moments before reopening them and staring at her bed. The black bed sheets were now wrinkled as were her blanket. She sat up straight and began to organize her papers that had flown away when she fell. Once she had collected it all, she started to go through and organize them. Permission slips in one pile, supplies in another and miscellaneous as the third pile. In a matter of five minutes Maria was done and had put them in the right drawers as well. She gave her permission slips to her parents, and took all of her supply list to the attic. She hunted through boxes for binders, pencils and a bag to wear towards school. Satisfied with her choices she took them all back to her room and put them inside her bag. Maria then proceeded to fall back into the comfort of her bed and soon fell asleep.

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Maria woke up to the sound of birds singing and the sun rising over the town. She yawned and sat up straight on her bed. Everything was sprawled out around her and for a second, Maria completely forgot about the horrors of the previous day. But of course, all the memories flooded back to her and she groaned as Maria realized that she’d have to go back to school and face the same people as she did yesterday. She got out of bed and went towards the bathroom imagining the things that Sheila and Terri would say. Things such as you don’t belong with us or how could someone so ugly ever be allowed to talk with the rest of the world? She shuddered and blocked out all of the negative thoughts, looked into the mirror and groaned. A serious case of bedhead and ugliness indeed. Maria splashed some water onto her face and shivered at the cold slightly. She could never get used to that first blast of coldness no matter how hot it was outside. Reaching for the towel behind her Maria dried off her face and took off her clothes. She stepped into the shower and turned it on for the water. Not three seconds had passed when Maria jumped out shrieking to herself. The water which had been freezing cold had turned steaming hot. She cautiously turned the temperature while making sure the water didn't get anywhere near her body and waited a couple of moments while the water cooled down. Once again, Maria proceeded to step inside and finally sighed content. Taking shampoo the size of a dime she gently washed her hair keeping her eyes closed. There was no way she was going back to the Eye-Meltdown days, when shampoo often got into her eyes and she cried like a little baby. Maria closed her eyes slowly remembering the time. Her body leaned against the wall and her arms went limp against her body. Five minutes soon passed. Then ten. Then twelve before she heard the sound of an annoying bird chirping outside the window. Maria hastily stood up in her shower and shook her head. No, she had school today. Focus Maria she reprimanded herself. After another ten minutes she closed off the water and got out of the shower. Maria once again put on her bathrobe, wrapped a towel around her head and went down the stairs to the dining room.
"Hello dear. Did you sleep well?" her mother asked.
Maria rolled her eyes. Ever since she found out she was moving, both her mother and father had been exceptionally nice to her. Which personally she didn't mind, but it was starting to get annoying. All the waffle-making, and bonding time was getting to be ridiculous.
"I slept fine mom. And waffles? Again? Awesome." she replied with little enthusiasm in her voice.
Soon enough Maria’s mind was once again consumed by the negative thoughts she had earlier in the bathroom and didn’t realize when her father had come down to the kitchen and greeted her. She glanced up forcing a smile and nodding slightly to acknowledge him. She quickly finished off her waffles and jumped out of her chair. Running back upstairs, Maria began looking through her clothes trying to find something even Sheila and Terri couldn’t bash on. Finally Maria settled on a teal blouse and tiny black shorts. The blouse had some ruffles in the front with a v-neck. She added in a plain black miniskirt, not that it added much to the outfit. It was small enough to completely go unnoticed. Checking the weather outside she added in a jacket simply because it was a bit cold and it tied everything in together. Once more opening her closet door she added in a pair of brown heels that showed off her painted toes. A golden necklace was added in as well and she grabbed her favorite brown purse. After she was certain she had everything she needed she went into the bathroom and proceeded to put on her makeup. Stella first put on all the normal day-to-day things. Cover-up, blush, mascara, were put on in a matter of minutes and afterwards she proceeded to add in a lighter shade of eyeshadow, so her brilliant blue eyes would stand out more so. Pink lip gloss was added as well. Once all of that was done she brushed her long hair and curled it whilst smiling to herself. There was no way Sheila and Terri could bash on her after seeing how amazing she looked.

This is for my Language Arts class. I just wanted to post what I had so far. Yeah its bad.

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No its not ugh.

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ἀℓℓἱℯ (Zeus) (Ariel) (Scar) (Astrid) wrote: "I'm conflicted with this ship."

....Can't help you there sorry.

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• A sᴍɪʟᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴍᴀsᴋ • wrote: "Ƭʀɪssᴄᴀʀ ✧✧✧ Yᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ Yᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ·s ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ wrote: "....Really? HAH! I WINNN!!!!!!"

I never really shipped you guys anyway I totally was with your past cr..."

Interesting. But don't worry Megan ships us enough for both of you. xD

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Part 1

Flight of Death

Maria stood in front of the room, as Sheila and Terri smirked at one another

and turned back to their work. She stared down at the floor awkwardly, feeling upset due to Sheila and Terri’s rude comments. Ms. Fairbanks spinned around in her red heels and walked over to Maria. She guided her towards the back of the room where a single chair remained empty waiting for a child to sit on it.

“Here you go, dear.” Ms. Fairbanks said kindly. “I’ll give you a list of the

supplies you need.Make sure you have them by next Monday, okay dear?” she asked. Without waiting for a response she spun on her heels and turned to teach the rest of the class.

Maria looked around and groaned inwardly. Next to her, Sheila and Terri

were smirking at her and in a low voice began mocking Ms. Fairbank’s use of the word ‘dear’.

“Yes, dear, are you okay?” Sheila asked mockingly.

Terri laughed at Sheila’s comment and whispered in a loud enough voice for

the three of them to hear. “God, there is no way she’s okay in the head. Just look at her...everything.”

Maria remained quiet and focused at Ms. Fairbanks. She didn’t even

understand why Terri and Sheila were picking on her. She hadn’t done anything to them yet - heck she hadn’t done anything to anyone at the school yet. She sighed softly and turned to look at her new surroundings. The brick wall had a beige coating over it, with silver poles running across. The front of the room had a long white smart board right in the center. Computers were along the left side of the room, and the American flag was hanging over it. Pretty average class, Maria thought to herself. She tuned back in time for her to hear Ms. Fairbanks issue a worksheet for homework. In a matter of seconds, the bell rang and the kids went off to their next classes. Maria waited until most of the class had exited the room before standing. She looked at her schedule to see what she had next and then proceeded to head towards her new math class. She entered just as the bell rang, and stood by the door, unsure of what to do next. The math teacher began taking attendance and noticed Maria.

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Part 2

“Ah! You must be…” he said looking down at his papers. “Maria! Welcome,

welcome. Uhh, your new seat...how about right here?” he asked pointing to a middle desk in the front of the room.

She walked over to it, holding the papers that she’d already received

throughout the day. The stack was rather messy, since she had been collecting papers since first period and now it was ninth. The teacher introduced himself as Mr. Campbell, and quickly went through the names of the class. He had said the names Sheila and Terri when soft giggles came from the back. Maria couldn’t hear everything they were saying, but she caught snippets like ‘ugly’ and ‘she must have a family of farmers’. Mr. Campbell arched an eyebrow in their direction and soon, the giggling ceased. He then started to hand Maria several different papers of rules, supplies, and other handouts she didn’t care for. Maria began placing them onto the pile when all of the papers fell. She watched in horror as every single one of her billion papers scattered around the floor and she heard snickering from the back. Maria reached down and began cleaning up her papers while Mr. Campbell waited patiently. None of the other students reached forward to help her, and most of her papers were stuck under their shoes. Maria felt her face burning up, as she asked them to remove their feet so she could collect back her papers. After a couple of moments, she retreated back to her desk and Mr. Campbell began his lesson. Maria stood alert in her desk, determined not to slack off. However, she soon found herself getting bored since it was math and math was by far the most boring subject in the history of subjects. Finally, after twenty more minutes the bell rang, and she left the classroom.

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Part 3

Maria had yet to get a bag for school, so she didn’t bother to stop at her locker.

Hurriedly, Maria tried to find the exit. She quickly spotted her mother and rushed to the car. Slamming the door shut, Maria looked at her mother helplessly. Tears began glistening her eyes and soon she was sobbing in her mother’s arms.

“Mom, I went to school today and I didn’t know anyone, and everyone was

being mean, and I couldn’t figure out where I was supposed to go, and these two girls were being jerks an..an..and nothing went right today!” Maria whined.

Her mother stroked Maria’s chocolate brown, soft hair and looked out into the

distance. Sighing, she wiped away Maria’s tears and gently kissed her forehead. “I know baby. It isn’t easy. But it’ll be okay soon, I promise.” her mother said softly.

Maria’s cries eventually slowed down and she sat up straight. She nodded slightly,

to let her mother know that she was fine and they could start the drive back towards home. She pressed her face up against the window glass so her mother wouldn’t see any other tears streaking down her face. In a couple of seconds, Maria felt the car start up and she could feel the car moving rapidly. Soon enough there was nothing but blurs as Maria’s mother drove back home.

Maria trudged through the front door only to be hounded down by her

Labrador Retriever. She fell over and instantly broke into a smile. “Hey Vicky,” she managed to say in between licks.

After a couple of minutes Maria finally managed to sit up straight and hugged

Victoria. “Hey girl!” Maria exclaimed joyfully.

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She had gotten Victoria a couple days ago, as a present from her parents. The

two of them had bonded extremely well, and Victoria had started to get excited around three o’clock. After a couple moments, Maria headed up to her room and fell onto her bed. She gently closed her eyes and remained there for a couple of moments before reopening them and staring at her bed. The black bed sheets were now wrinkled as were her blanket. She sat up straight and began to organize her papers that had flown away when she fell. Once she had collected it all, she started to go through and organize them. Permission slips in one pile, supplies in another and miscellaneous as the third pile. In a matter of five minutes Maria was done and had put them in the right drawers as well. She gave her permission slips to her parents, and took all of her supply list to the attic. She hunted through boxes for binders, pencils and a bag to wear for school. Satisfied with her choices she took them all back to her room and put them inside her bag. Maria then proceeded to fall back into the comfort of her bed and soon fell asleep.

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Maria woke up to the sound of birds singing and the sun rising over the town.

She yawned and sat up straight on her bed. Everything was sprawled out around her and for a second, Maria completely forgot about the horrors of the previous day. But of course, all the memories flooded back to her and she groaned as Maria realized that she’d have to go back to school and face the same people as she did yesterday. She got out of bed and went towards the bathroom imagining the things that Sheila and Terri would say. Things such as you don’t belong with us or how could someone so ugly ever be allowed to talk with the rest of the world? She shuddered and blocked out all of the negative thoughts, looked into the mirror and groaned. A serious case of bedhead and ugliness indeed. Maria splashed some water onto her face and shivered at the cold slightly. She could never get used to that first blast of coldness no matter how hot it was outside. Reaching for the towel behind her Maria dried off her face and took off her clothes. She stepped into the shower and turned it on for the water. Not three seconds had passed when Maria jumped out shrieking to herself. The water which had been freezing cold had turned steaming hot. She cautiously turned the temperature while making sure the water didn't get anywhere near her body and waited a couple of moments while the water cooled down. Once again, Maria proceeded to step inside and finally sighed content. Taking shampoo the size of a dime she gently washed her hair keeping her eyes closed. There was no way she was going back to the Eye-Meltdown days, when shampoo often got into her eyes and she cried like a little baby. Maria closed her eyes slowly remembering the time. Her body leaned against the wall and her arms went limp against her body. Five minutes soon passed. Then ten. Then twelve before she heard the sound of an annoying bird chirping outside the window. Maria hastily stood up in her shower and shook her head. No, she had school today. Focus Maria she reprimanded herself. After another ten minutes she closed off the water and got out of the shower. Maria once again put on her bathrobe, wrapped a towel around her head and went down the stairs to the dining room.

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Part 5

"Hello dear. Did you sleep well?" her mother asked.

Maria rolled her eyes. Ever since she found out she was moving, both her

mother and father had been exceptionally nice to her. Which personally she didn't mind, but it was starting to get annoying. All the waffle-making, and bonding time was getting to be ridiculous.

"I slept fine mom. And waffles? Again? Awesome." she replied with little

enthusiasm in her voice.

Soon enough Maria’s mind was once again consumed by the negative

thoughts she had earlier in the bathroom and didn’t realize when her father had come down to the kitchen and greeted her. She glanced up forcing a smile and nodding slightly to acknowledge him. She quickly finished off her waffles and jumped out of her chair. Running back upstairs, Maria began looking through her clothes trying to find something even Sheila and Terri couldn’t bash on. Finally Maria settled on a teal blouse and tiny black shorts. The blouse had some ruffles in the front with a v-neck. She added in a plain black miniskirt, not that it added much to the outfit. It was small enough to completely go unnoticed. Checking the weather outside she added in a jacket simply because it was a bit cold and it tied everything in together. Once more opening her closet door she added in a pair of brown heels that showed off her painted toes. A golden necklace was added in as well and she grabbed her favorite brown purse. After she was certain she had everything she needed she went into the bathroom and proceeded to put on her makeup. Maria first put on all the normal day-to-day things. Cover-up, blush, mascara, were put on in a matter of minutes and afterwards she proceeded to add in a lighter shade of eyeshadow, so her brilliant blue eyes would stand out more so. Pink lip gloss was added as well. Once all of that was done she brushed her long hair and curled it whilst smiling to herself. There was no way Sheila and Terri could bash on her after seeing how amazing she looked. Maria walked downstairs feeling very self-satisfied when her mother caught up with her and took one glance at her.

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“Maria Santos what do you think you’re doing?” she exclaimed.

Maria grinned weakly and replied “About to go to school. I’m going to be late

if I don’t go mom.”

“Not dressed like that you’re not. You’re only fourteen for God’s sake! Take off

those heels at least.”

“But mom…!”

“No. You can keep the makeup and outfit for today but under no

circumstances are you allowed to go out in school wearing your good high heels!” she yelled at her. “Now young lady!”

Maria stomped back upstairs and switched her brown heels for a pair of flats

and returned back to see her mother with crossed arms looking rather upset. Maria walked out of the house avoiding eye contact, her mother trailing a couple steps behind her. She could hear her mother muttering some things in Spanish, but couldn’t quite make them out and shrugged it off. She’d get over it. Opening the passenger side, Maria slipped in with her new bag, and binders excited for the day ahead. She’d change everything around from yesterday. Yesterday wouldn’t even be remembered, it’d just be a distant day in peoples memory. Soon enough, Maria’s mother slipped into the drivers seat next to her and started up the car. Maria avoided eye contact with her -- out of shame and fear, and waited impatiently for time as well as traffic to move faster. In about twenty minutes they finally reached her school and Maria hastened to get out of the car. She slammed the door behind her and began walking up the stairs to get to her first period. There she sat down near the end of the middle section and waited for everyone else to pile in. She soon spotted Sheila and Terri come in and sat up straighter. As soon as they saw her, both of them stopped dead in their tracks, mouth gaping. Maria smirked slightly and waited for the responses. Sheila would say something like ‘Maria you look beautiful’ and Terri would add in saying ‘I am so sorry I ever made fun of you’ Instead the two of them began laughing.

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“Talk about being d-e-s-p-e-r-a-t-e!” Terri giggled

Sheila nodded in agreement. “No way. She skipped desperate and went

straight to shame”

Maria looked at them shocked. She was positive that the two of them would

fall all over her new look, that everything would be okay. Instead they were laughing, and the longer they did more people gathered to see what was so funny. As a result they pointed at her and eventually it felt like everyone was laughing at her. Maria’s face fell and her blue eyes once again began scanning the black, brown tiles of her homeroom. Tears developed in her eyes and she blinked back furiously to keep them from falling down. She bit her lip, wishing the world would explode or that the Earth would open up and swallow her whole. Neither happened. Soon enough however, the bell rang and the teacher arrived. The rest of the students took their place and naturally Sheila and Terri took their place. Behind her. Maria could hear giggles coming from them and heard Terri mutter ‘loser’ throughout the period. Eventually, the bell rang and Maria bolted out of the classroom on her way to second period.

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Part 8

The rest of the day didn’t improve for Maria. Sheila and Terri were in most of

her classes, and even if they weren’t she still felt bad. She was the new girl, and no one wanted to hang out with the new girl. Not when they each had their own friends, and were happy. Maria remained quiet throughout the day, collecting papers, writing down answers and silently working. At three o’clock the bell rang signaling the end of the school day. She quickly ran outside and rushed inside her mothers car not bothering to say hello.

“Can we just go?” Maria asked her feeling uncomfortable in the silence.

She knew that she was waiting for Maria to break down but it was just

awkward in the quiet. Besides which, Maria wanted to just go up to her room and cry in her pillow. Within twenty minutes, Maria was back in the safety of her room and fell once again onto her pillow. Unlike last time however, she didn’t cry. Instead she began forming a plan. Sheila and Terri were clearly the mean girls of her school, and there would be no chance of getting their approval. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t get other students to like her. Sitting up straight, Maria made a promise to start socializing and befriending other people. It’d be easier to deal with them, if she had a couple friends to help her. Sighing contentedly, Maria went to the bathroom to wash off all of her makeup. After that, Maria grabbed a couple snacks and ate while watching television. Finishing off her food, Maria ran upstairs, and fell asleep onto her bed happy with the new game plan she had in mind.

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Part 9

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Sunlight had yet to stream through the open window as Maria blinked rapidly

to wake himself up. She could hear maybe a bird or two waking up along with the rest of the world. A soft breeze swayed her newly added plant that was sitting on the window sill. Maria stared outside her window and sighed unhappily. She would love to get more sleep and not go to school. But she couldn’t. Besides which, she had a game plan today. Maria headed back to the bathroom and repeated the same routine as yesterday. She showered in hot water and went downstairs for breakfast. After grumbling a ‘good morning’ to her parents, and eating some pancakes Maria headed upstairs to change. This time go low key kay Maria? she reminded herself. Rummaging through clothes, she pulled out a light sweater and a pair of shorts. The sweater was knitted dark blue color, with the number 23 engraved in white. They stopped centimeters above her ripped jean shorts, and revealed her tanned shoulders nicely. Maria brushed her hair, and once again added in her makeup -- this time going more subtle. Satisfied, Maria added in a pair of flats, grabbed her bag and headed downstairs.

This time, there was no argument, as Maria’s mother was content with the

outfit. She was soon dropped off at school and Maria took a deep breath. After stopping at her locker, Maria was one of the first few people at her homeroom and she slipped into her seat. Seeing someone go into the seat next to her, Maria turned to them smiling.

“Hey there!”

The girl turned to Maria taking one glance at her. “Don’t talk to me loser”

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Part 10

Maria pressed her lips together and gave a slight nod. “Got it” she muttered

Maria wasn’t sure what that was all about. Whatever, that just means that

there is one more mean girl. Chill. Not everyone can be a pain, she reminded herself. Maria waited for more people to arrive before getting out of her chair and socializing with them. She greeted each of them only to be turned away. Okay. I guess everyone here is a jerk she thought angrily. Sitting back down with a huff, Maria bit the inside of her mouth trying to understand why everyone was freezing her out. It was only her third day, what had she done to them? The class ended soon enough and Maria left the class walking down towards her next class. People were on both sides of the halls whispering and pointing at her.

Eventually someone came up to her and told her “Maria, tell your parents I

am so sorry. It must be hard on them having a hermaphrodite, for a daughter”
Maria stopped dead in her tracks shocked. “I...wha...who told you that?”

The person turned around and shouted back “Sheila and Terri!”

Shocked, Maria forced herself to walk towards her class. Reaching the end of

the hall she turned and addressed the crowd of students and in a loud clear voice shouted “Whatever Sheila and Terri told you is a lie okay?”

Maria tuned and walked into her class. Throughout the day she waited

impatiently for the day to end, so she could return back home. Her wish soon came true, and she ran back outside to go home. Reaching her fathers car Maria smiled, greeted him and looked out the window the entire car ride.

Arriving at her home, Maria was soon hounded by Victoria. She smiled and

filled her food bowl with Victoria’s favorite dog food brand *insert name* Perfect. After petting Victoria a couple times she ran back to her room. After collapsing onto her bed tears erupted and she sobbed. After a couple deep breaths, Maria got up and began digging through one of her drawers. She pulled out a small, pocketknife. It glinted in the sunlight and Maria heaved deeply. Without thinking she pushed it against her skin. With the pressure on it, the knife cut through her tanned legs and blood dripped from her body towards the hardwood floor. She lifted the knife from the cut and moved it a couple inches from the first cut. Pressing in deeply another cut was made. More blood poured out of her skin and she began gasping in deeply. It’d been months since she’d cut. But it was a comfort. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Maria told herself to stop. But the rest of her was happy that there was some comfort in her life. Closing her eyes Maria dropped the pocketknife and cried. Hot drops of wet tears made their mark on her face. She pushed her knees close to, her arms wrapped around them. Snot was making its way out of her nose and she wiped it away only to have another army of snot march out. Maria grabbed a pillow in order to muffle her sobs. After what seemed an eternity, Maria calmed down and looked down at her scars. Blood was still pouring out of her steadily, and Maria stood up, looking up for her bandages. After searching through her cabinet, Maria found the first-aid kit and bandaged herself up. She turned to see the stains she’d made and sighed.

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Walking to the bathroom, Maria wettened a rag and returned to

her room to clean out the blood. Coming down to her knees, Maria wiped away the dried blood stains calming herself down. After she was done cleaning she walked over to her bed, and pulled the blanket over her head.

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Maria woke up and went to the bathroom. Her bandages were evident, and

she was scared her parents were going to ask why they were on. She quickly showered, and instead of going to breakfast, went to her closet. Her pocket knife was resting on the floor, still covered with blood and a small gulping noise escaped from her throat. She took a couple shaky breaths in an attempt to calm herself and picked up the knife. Holding it close to her face she turned it over trying to estimate how much washing she’d have to do. The blood had dried, and was now a more pale color. It had turned sticky, and unrealistically gooey overnight. Maria turned and walked back to the bathroom, washing out all of the blood. In a couple of moments, the knife was cleaned and glinting in the sunlight as she turned it over. Maria went back to her bedroom, and hid the pocketknife. She went towards her closet in hopes to find something subtle. She finally settled for a long black dress, that reached towards the soles of her feet. She made sure here were no cuts or gaps, in order for her scars to be hidden to the human eye. After making sure, Maria grabbed a pair of flats and headed downstairs pretending to be happy.

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Part 12

School wasn’t much better for her. The same horrors of the past couple days

repeated themselves. Sheila and Terri continued to spread rumors about her throughout the months, and her life at home wasn’t improving either. She had gone from self-harming herself once a week to everyday in a matter of several months. Maria had relapsed and was once again depressed. Her parents were of course worried, but were also concerned more so with their own problems. They hadn’t thought to actually talk to their daughter and as a result Maria felt like nothing.

Finally she’d had enough.