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Oct 06, 2012 05:00PM
Yeah. At my old school, no one really liked me. I was the nerdy girl, the one who got better grades than all of them, the one who liked British TV but not Justin Bieber, the one who didn't like the same things that they did. All they cared about was poppy celebrities and athletics and physical appearance and 'swag' and being hipster. I've made friends at school now, though, so I'm happy now.
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For the record, the sun was not going down.
“FINE MOM!” I yelled back, storming off to my room and throwing myself onto my bed, burying my face into my pillow to choke out the loud growls of frustration erupting from the pit of my throat.
While I lay there howling and moaning grumpily into my pillow like a cat who had just been kicked, I didn’t hear a lot of things. Like the sound of my mom ranting and shouting, my dad speaking with her calmly to get her to settle down, or the soft squeak of my bedroom door opening.
“Rosemary?” a small voice peeped from the other side of the room.
Ugh. I know she means well, but now was really not a great time. I turned my head toward the sound of my voice, my head still resting on the pillow as I peered at the small head sticking through the slightly parted doorway. “Hi Grace,” I mumbled back.
The small girl opened the door a little more, taking a careful step forward. I could now make out the pale blue bow that matched my eyes pinned to her long dark hair. All the women in my family had long hair. That is, except for me. Just one of the many differences between me and the normality I’m supposed to fit into.
“You alright?” she asked, her voice light and squeaky as a child’s usually is.
I sighed, pushing myself into a sitting upright position, resting my hands in my lap. “Yeah, sis, I’ll be fine.”
Grace walked over to my bed, kicking off her Mary Janes before crawling up besides me, leaning against my arm. “Why don’t you sleep, Rose?” she whispered, looking straight ahead of her at the large mirror holding the image of a 16-year-old girl with a pixie cut, right next to a 7-year-old girl with a childishly round face. “The sun’s gone down, why don’t you sleep?”
I sighed once more, one of my hands reaching out and settling itself down again on her knee. I couldn’t expect such a young child to understand Insomnia, heck, my mother couldn’t even bring herself to understand it, and she was 40. “The sun never goes down for me,” I whispered back, staring ahead just like she was. “The sun just doesn’t go down.”
(( more coming in other posts, I just didn't have any characters left to use.))
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“Your cousin is coming to visit again?” Evangeline questioned, quirking her blonde brows at me.
“Yeah,” I murmured back, sipping on my mug of hot cocoa. I could see the steam of it rising up through the chilly air. Although it was late afternoon, about 3:30 pm, it was pretty darn cold out. But, what did I expect, the weatherman had said it’d be a cold week, how could I expect Friday to be any miraculously different?
“Which one?” Andrew pitched in, sitting down next to me on the park bench. He sat close to me, which was nice. Any extra warmth was certainly invited.
“The one I hate.” I kept my eyes tracing the rim of the thick white mug, not looking at either of my friends, who were now both placed on either side of me at this point.
Evan adjusted her weight next to me, leaning on her elbow as she peered over at Andrew and I. “I don’t get it,” she said. “Why do you dislike him so much? He’s pretty cute!”
I didn’t have to look up to tell that Andrew was giving one of his famous silent glares. I don’t know what about that look was so powerful, but when those green eyes stared at you with that intensity, his mouth in a stern straight line... people just immediately stopped talking.
Well, people not including Evangeline.
“Don’t give me that look! I was just asking, jeesh.”
I didn’t blame Evan for not knowing. I told Andrew a lot more than I did her, even though I’ve been friends with Evan for longer. I loved her like I loved my sister, and she was a great friend, but I just felt Andy was easier to talk to. They’re both always there for me, but I just... it’s rather hard to explain.
“You don’t get it, Ev,” I replied quietly, taking another small sip of my hot beverage. Of course, there’s not much to get if you don’t actually tell somebody. Though, once you remember hands against your throat as you’re being pinned up against the wall, somebody clenching their teeth as they murmured threats into your ear... you don’t really feel much like talking.
“Alright, alright, I don’t get it. I’m sorry.” Suddenly, her phone buzzed, and a heard her shifting and maneuvering to get the device out of her jean pockets. “Crap, that’s my mom. She says I was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago. I got to go, and I’m going to have to take my car...” This time I looked her in her large blue eyes as she spoke to me, noticing the way her cheeks flushed a light pink whenever it got cold like this. “Are you guys going to be okay walking?”
“Yeah,” I replied in a lighthearted voice. And it wasn’t a lie, walking home would mean more time to myself before having to deal with my scary bully of a cousin. “Yeah yeah, it’s totally fine, Andrew will walk me home. Right And?”
He nodded, his face still serious as he watched Evan hug me goodbye, and then she was off, skimpering quickly away, her loose blonde curls bouncing on her back as she went.
Almost as soon as she was out of sight, Andrew put his hand on my shoulder, gently turning me so I would face him. “Hey,” he said softly, ducking his head slightly so he could fully look at my face. “Are you alright? I’ll stick around at your house with you if you’d like, I’m sure your parents wouldn’t mind, and he can’t bother you if I don’t leave your side.”
I smiled a little at that, gripping tightly at my mug. Andrew was so incredibly sweet, that boy was just the nicest thing. “It’s alright And, I’ll be okay. He’s just staying one night, and it’s at our house, so he can’t make too much noise without others noticing. Thank you though, that/s really sweet of you to offer.” I lean forward and kiss his cheek, softly, quietly. It wasn’t a long kiss, just a peck on the cheek, but I could feel the warmth of his skin on my lips.
“I’m just trying to look out for you,” he answered in a genuine and worried tone, his eyes looking into mine with a sort of sadness. I knew what he felt like. Powerless. Unable to do anything to help. “You should contact the police, Rose. Or at least tell your parents.”
I took in a deep breath, shrugging my shoulders and bringing my mug up to my lips again. After a small moment of silence, I stand up, slinging my backpack onto my shoulders. “We should get walking.”
He nodded silently, standing up, his tall form making me feel shorter than I really was. He then carefully took my coffee mug away from me, smiled as he drank from it without permission, and then gave it back. I shook my head and gave a small laugh, still doing so by the time he slipped his hand into mine. And then we began walking, the slightly frozen grass crunching beneath our sneakers.
We are just friends, I told myself. Just friends, just friends, just friends.
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After dinner, I helped wash dishes. Well, at least I was, before Alex suggested that I show him the woods area behind our house. He did so loud enough for my mom, who was washing dishes with Grace and I in the kitchen while my aunt and uncle chatted noisily with my dad in the living room, to hear.
“I think that sounds like a great idea, it’s pretty cool back there! Goodness knows Rosemary hangs around that area often, don’t you Rose? Why don’t you go show him?”
God no. Please, please do not ruin this beautiful sanctuary I have created for myself to get away from it all. Alex has ruined quite a few things for me, but that was the one thing he just couldn’t have.
“Actually mom, I’m not feeling so great... I think it’d be better if I just went and laid down.”
“You never feel so great,” my mom replied, looking over at me as she scrubbed down a dirty pan, her hands covered in bubbles that the bottle claimed would smell like grapefruit. “And what are you going to do in that bed? Sleep? You’ve already made it perfectly clear that you simply can’t do any of that.”
“But mom-”
She cut me off sharply, her voice taking on the tone that I knew meant that she wasn’t going to change her mind. “No buts! This is silly, Alex is our guest, just show him the woods area, alright? When you come back, you’ll get the first serving of dessert, sound like a deal?”
I sulked under the weight of defeat. Something told me I wouldn’t be very hungry when I came back from this little “adventure” with Alex.
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Yep! I'm not even done yet *_*'
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I heard him take another few steps closer to me, the sound of decaying pine needles crackling beneath his shoes unnerving me. “I had my twenty third birthday last month, aren’t you going to wish me a happy birthday?”
A chill ran down my back, but I tried to keep myself standing tall, tried to make it seem like I wasn’t affected by his presence. I don’t think this ever worked though. “Happy birthday,” I muttered back quietly, my eyes not daring to travel up farther than his torso. He was wearing a dark navy blue long sleeve, my favorite color. I tried to force myself to take interest in the intricately weaving threads that made up his shirt.
It seems like all I do is try, try, and try, but I always seem to fail.
“Now now, that’s no way to act around your cousin, is it?” he purred in a low voice, reaching out and putting his hand on my shoulder.
I sucked in a breath, looking directly into his gaze. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul; that would explain why I saw absolutely nothing in those black-brown eyes of his. “Alex, please, let’s not do this.”
“Do what cous’?” Alex asked in a seemingly innocent voice, his grip growing slightly firmer. This was it. As soon as he got away from the rest of our family, he turned from this friendly and playful young man, into this controlling, awful monster. But monster’s want to play too. And I was his toy.
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I just couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t stand the fact that he could do anything he wanted with me, and while he enjoyed it, I was left to suffer with the injuries. I don’t think I even minded the bruises that much, it was the memories... the shudder-inducing memories that would cause me to wince in remembrance me every time they crept up on me from the corner of my foggy mind.
So, it was there in my bed where I quietly wept to myself, clutching my blankets tightly and refusing to play music into my ears so I wouldn’t think of Alex’s face the next time those songs played, when something absolutely incredible happened. Something so stunning and rare that it can only be looked at, by me, as a merciful blessing from the universe, life, karma, whatever you believe in.
I fell asleep. Like, actually asleep. Deep, peaceful, utterly blissful sleep. This was something that had not happened to me in many months. Still, there I was. And I slept through the night like a baby.
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Suddenly, I became increasingly aware of the dense smell of pine needles and mud round me. When I shifted in order to sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes, I noticed two things. 1.) I heard the crackling of decaying pine needles under weight that had haunted me from the awful night before with Alex as I moved, and 2.) when I touched my face, noticed the feeling of something damp and sticky being smeared from my hands onto the skin I touched.
It was then that I pulled my hands back and looked at them. Shocked to my very core at what I saw, my eyes traveled down my body.
Blood. Lots of it, everywhere. It was splattered on my clothes, my skin, under my fingernails...
My heart raced so fast I could hear my pulse in my ears, drowning out the sound of my quickly accelerating breathing. I whipped my head around me in panic, desperate to know where I was, and exactly how I got there. Surrounding me were tall trees, the trees I was familiar with. I knew this ground, this smell, this place! But how in the heck did I get to the woods behind my house, covered in blood?!
My blood went cold (perhaps not the most appropriate expression to use in this context) when a thought hit me. Whose blood was it? Mine? But that couldn’t be possible, it was so much, how could I possibly be alive right now? Still, I quickly checked everywhere on my body for cuts, prodding and feeling at my skin for pain. I found it, but only on my stomach, and now on my... my arms? I had small scratches and bruises on my arms!
As I was twisting and turning around, I noticed something gleam in the corner of my eye.
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Write more soon. I want to know how it goes on!!! D:
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@Chey Chey, Oh my goodness, you make me blush! ^-^ Thank you my dearest Chey Chey, you may hate me, but I certainly love you!! :D
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It was a knife, and it too was covered in blood.
“Oh my God,” I breathed in absolutely horror, my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. But the knife seemed to be pointing at something, like somebody pointing their finger in the direction of where they wanted you to look. So I obeyed the knife’s wishes, and followed where in was pointing at with my blue eyes, now ginormous from fright.
And I saw yet another thing that terrified me. I shovel, leaned up against a tree, right in front of a piece of land that looked soft, like it had been dug up.
Thump. Thump. Thump, went the beating heart in my chest.
Hands shaking violently, I took a step closer.
Thump, thump ,thump.
I’m closer to the bag now, I’d just stepped over the knife and and was now closer to the mound of loose dirt.
Thump, thump, thump!
I could have sworn the world was spinning around me at that moment as I slowly reached out for the shovel.
Thump thump thump!
My fingers slowly reach around the wooden handle of the shovel, and I could see my breath hanging in the air like the ghost of something awful that’s happened, and the world is spinning so fast!
THUMP THUMP THUMP!
There’s sounds behind me, crunching noises, walking noises, but I can’t stop now I have to know what’s happened here, and-
“FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, NOW!”
Oh damn. Now that's suspense. You know that I wanted to go to bed now? -.-
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so....whats the challegne or w/e this is now?
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oh.....ill pass this one 'casue i ahve no idea what the best day of my life is
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me too!! ^_^
Lost patience. I left it dying in a gutter by the side of my road of thought.
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Can it be me... IN THE PAST!?!?! Like Medieval... or a different war?
so...we write her eright??My hadns were shakeing, makeing it hard to steady the stick and look tough. It was hard when faced with four big, ugly brutes. OK, fine, they weren't big, or particularly ugly. In fact, they were on the more handsome and cute side. And only two out of the four were tall, the other two were average...still taller then me (im petite, 5'3 or soemthing like that) . They didn't even look like brutes. But, hey! It was dark, almost 10pm and they'd just apeared from a side ally in front of me and they wouldn't budge! They kept glareing at me like i murdered their cat or something. To add to all of that, i had no idea where i had gotten the stick from! It wasn't evem a metre long and abit on the thin side. I still felt better then if i'd had nothing at all.
"Scuse me, mind letting me past?" i requested politely, being squashed between a wall and a house and all.
One of the guys openned his palm to reveal a flame, smoke curleing up and disapearing in the almost darkness. The cresent moon's light dimly shone on the pavement while the lamp post flickered, as if it was arrosed or something. I rolled my eyes nad started backing away but in seconds flat one of tghe other guys had spun in mid air over her head and landed behinde me. A warning bell rang in my mind adn a thought jmped into th eforefront of my mind, wrecking havoc in my mind: Rapist!. Thats what i get for wanting to take a short cut!
"What do you want?!" I demanded, hateing myself for sounding scared. No reply, just a gleam in the fire dude's golden eyes. Sheash, what a weirdo!
"You mute or something?" i guessed. I spelled hello in sing language, haveing learnt the alphabet in primary.
The tallest guy laughed and shook his head but dind't answer. What to do? surrounded and, i could even say cornered, with no way out, how do all those heroines from the books escape situations like these? A handsome boy comeing to her rescue? Bringing out her kick-ass martial art skills? Saying some witty comment and sending them running? Suddenly discovering that i had magical powers??!?! who would've guessed that i'd of guessed it right? To get back on track, the heroine of the story punched one of the guys in the eye and made a dareing escape!!!!
Jokes, nope, thats not what happened....what really happened was me makeing a dash for it between the legs of the guy bheind me, only to be grabbed by the collor and almost bgetting choked. Sheash, i was getting sick of this. I mummbled to myself 'hocus pocus!' and, surprisingly, my whole body ignited, burning the boy who had my collar, giveing me my chance of escape, (and aparently forgetting the fact that i was on fire)....and nope, it started rainning, takeuing out the fire that surrounded me, surprisingly, i didn't get burnt, like, at all! I kept on running full sprint but, obviously, i can't outrun 4 very fit young men. However, they weren't the ones that had stopped me int my t racks. A boy, around my age, 15, jumped down from the roof of the nearest building adn landed in a crouch in front of me. He slowly rose, with the elegance of a cat. When he was at his full height he towered over me by two heads. He stared iinto my eyes with his dark, deep eyes that were like black holes; dark, mysetrious, hideing many things , alwayas absorbing thingsyet letting notheing out. I was mesmerzed nad frozen to teh spot. Way to go! I told myself sarcasticly. Yet his gaze seemed to pull me in. Behind me i could hear the other four catching up. The dark boy in front of me, who wore black levis, a black jumper over a black, plain shirt. He had black hair almost fully hidden under the jumper's hoodie. I could feel teh tention in the air. The rain started pouring in the bukets and i was soon drenched to a point beyong getting wetter. I could barely see the dark boy glareing at the boys behind me. I turned around to see teh four boys glareng back at dark boy. Since i didn't have names for them i decided to give them nicknames; dark boy was darky (hardly a nickname), the guy with th fire, fire, the guy who had jumped over me grey sinc ethat was the colour of his eyes, the tallest boy tallie, and the last one dude, since i couldn't come up with decent nicknames at the present time. Speaking of which;
Darky was the first to break the silence that was dence with rain and tension...or was that pure hatred?
"What are you four doiing here?" He demanded
"What deos it look like? investigateing this girl before you cna get your hands on another one! We can't have two corrupt girls in on e place ya know!" fire said with dissdane. I could almost feel darky roll his eyes.
"Hey, like you wouldn't do teh same!"
"Um...hello? lets not forget that this girl is standing right here!" I exclaimed. Obviously they ignored me.
"We only want whats best for her!" Tallie said calmly.
"And i only want whats best for our operation!" Darky replyed, no emotion in his voice.
"Yeah, you mean the 'i want to destory the world' operation?" Fire demanded.
"You could put it that way, but this isn't a fantasy novel! And our plans are ours adn none of your business!"
"It is if you keep on kidnapping elementals!" 'Dude' spoke for the first time.
'what a headache!!!' i thought, rubbing my temples. If all this fussing was about me, why were they completly ignoreing her?!
"Whatever, just back off! I saw what she did back there! She is a fire elemental! We need her!" Darky took a step closer to her and gripped her shoulder.... hard. I slapped his hadn and tried to free herself from his deathly grip, but he a cted as if I was merely an annoying fly...in otherwords... he completely ignored me!
"How about this; you and i fight, winner gets the girl!" Fire declared. I moaned silently. Was i some kind of meat needed to be fought over my lions?!
Darky nodded his head sharply and pushed her aside.
"Stay!" He ordered, as if i was a dog. But for some reason, i couldn't move. i was covered in shadows. It felt like the shadows were chains, holdeing me down.
Darky got into a balacned postition, shortly followed by fire.
"They don't interfeare!" Darky added. Fire nodded and the fight commenced.
um...yeah.... do i have to write about the fight??? Btw, sorry for al the lower cases. i only have an excuse for the I though: i kept on write "she" instead of "i" 'cause im not used to first person, and i kept on changeing it to "i" and not bohering with caps.
btw, ive never written anything like this (only about elementals and darky <3 ) but not in this......stylle...if you know what i mean.
O_O HOLY SHERBERT THAT IS LONG!!!
So I was in school. My leg hurt, you know. I was sitting in class while my fellow religious students went to the Beit Midrash to say out morning prayers. But I couldn't stand. I must have pulled a muscle, because it had been hurting like a pulled muscle since the day before.So I ended up being, on Thursday, surrounded by non-religious Jews. And then the debate began.
It wasn't a proper debate, people standing up to support one side or the other. But people expressed their opinions based on what they know about the subject.(It had to do with religion and with men and women - well, dancing - together in a holiday, when there has been long tradition not to. It's hard to explain, but you should know it was a controversial topic.)
But the things they were basing their opinions on were either wrong - misguided - or because of not trying to understand. I've lived in both world - religious and non-religious - so I can understand both sides. But they've lived in a city that is mostly non-religious, and they didn't understand the other side. Even though my friend kept saying, 'I don't understand why X and Y go together', she didn't want to hear the answer. When we - being me and another girl who is slightly less religious than me - tried to explain, she kept saying she didn't understand, but wouldn't hear us out. I kept calm, but as close a friend as that girl is, sometimes she's just closed minded.
All in all, I think that I did my part in the discussion. I kept an open mind and tried to understand all three sides (The two sides in the topic discussion and the students in the classroom). It was mostly those in the class who had trouble opening their minds (I don't hold it against them; it's all they've ever known. In the end of the day, they're awesome people. But our school being what it is, I would expect people to try and understand, which they didn't. At least not well.)
Coolkidrox123 {BACK!! :'( } wrote: "O_O HOLY SHERBERT THAT IS LONG!!!"Yeah, well. Long is good.
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heheheh tahnks!!! mine was weird.
can anyone find the rogue "She??"
can i suggest a writting excersise???? writting in second person
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And yeah Cool, suggest away! And wow, you're right about everything in that prologue. Very interesting!!
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heheh YAYAYAYAA thanks!!! i am waiting for 2 more peopel to say that it was good and that the prologue was true then i will write chapter one!!!
ok. can i make a new excerisise??
ok:You have to write something useing second persson. You gotta write about.... a walk in the park and something happening in teh pakr; a fight maybe, the apocolypse, etc
the sound of Autumn wrote: "Wow. The both of you wrote really good ones. Pirl, I can relate to yours, and Cool... WOW! Really interesting story!!"Thank you:D
It's been three years, I wouldn't be surprised if she even forgot my name, sorrow seeps into my lungs as I realize she doesn't even probably talk about me like I talk about her, I'm just another friend to her, but to me she's all I have memories with. Three years too late, I'm too late to be with her again. She's happy without me, while I'm sitting here crying in my own thoughts. Maybe she even forgot my name, what about my last? It seems she's erased me from her life, as if I was an embarrassment, I was, was I not? She's more beautiful, I'm more childish. She fits into her skin while I'm called Goliath. She takes pictures while I can barely find a friend.
What happened to the weeks where we killed to be by each other? And if we weren't we'd go crazy, what happened to loving nothing but wolves? What happened to the role playing we did? Your brother doesn't even remember who I am now does he? The other has grown, a lot. And now I can't be in your life again.
The divorce of your parents, and the different middle schools ruined that.
"I have worth."Nothing
"You're lying to me again."
I don't have the capability to lie.
"Yes you do! You lie to me all the time. What about friends and family? You lie to me about them."
Those are lies. Those are truths you wish weren't real; they are feelings, emotions, explosions coming off of them that you cause or know.
"Impossible."
Is it?
"Yes. I have friends."
No.
"Yes, yes I do."
You only think they are your friends. You've heard them speak. You know the truth. You are number two. You are nothing. He said so himself. What did he say? What did he say to your face? You shouldn't have been there that day. It should've been her. Right? You were choice number two. A backup. Sloppy seconds. Worthless.
"You're wrong about that. He said that I was his number two choice, which puts me above a lot of others."
Who else would he have taken?
"Caitlin, um, Teagan--"
You're lying to yourself already. You know it. Only one of those would even want to go.
"Even so, I'm right."
What about Lauren? The one who is number one. When did you last have fun with her?
"I... I don't remember. Why should I remember exact dates?"
It's been months, hasn't it? Endless, aching months of loneliness. Miserable days and weekends spent working and alone. No one answering. No one caring. You don't go to her house anymore. You used to. What happened to that? What happened to her? What happened to you?
"I am still me."
Were you ever really you?"
"YES!"
When?
And this last question I cannot answer. I do not know. Who or what I am is a mystery to me. Lies, deceit, my mind all false. I can't comprehend if these feelings I have are real or habitual. Just going through the motions, endlessly trying to find the real me.
You're a mimic. You copy whatever other people do and take it for yourself. Jokes, movements, feelings towards others... all stolen and used for yourself. What are you?
"I am E.J."
I'll tell you what you are. You are an aberration, a melting pot of sin, a mulch. You're a combination of parts. Nothing more. As useful and amazing as a bag of nails and screws. Useless.
And it is at that moment I begin to believe.
I ask myself the same questions right now.
Who am I?
I still don't know.
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