Feb 12TH (Repaired)

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Hello Friends! Welcome to the SECOND wiki story!
With Coded drawing to a close, it was suggested we make another!
All those who participated in the last one know how this works. But to those who are new, heres the run down.
I have created a setting for a story, and a rough story line. Read though that, then you must create a character. With that character, I will assign them a position in the group. The position will be linked on the page.
The first chapter will be written by me, but, of course after that. Anyone is free to write. You all have 5 days to join and write your first chapter. Please don’t delve into the plot to fast. Now for the plot!
PLOT
A group of teens struggle though Devonvale high school. They are from all different walks of life, and social status. Most of them (excluding the bullies) were quiet happy to go though high school, unnoticed and un prepared. Until, a particular teacher took notice of a few of them, and created a writing group for these potentially talented teens. The teens come together, and begin to form what could only be described as a loose friendship. Until the tragedy of February 12th strikes them all in there small worlds. (Please not this is not a supernatural, or fanatical story. This remains as a likely and, most probably a true story)
This is there story of hatred, love, life, friendship, and most of all survival.
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==Chapter 1: Nikki's POV==
Another "fun filled" year at Devonvale High, I think wearily. Every year is the same, and all everyone cares about is the shade of their lips- absolute rubbish. But as we get into the line of sight, I stop and extract a tube of lip gloss from my designer handbag. I couldn't care less, but as one of the most popular girls at school, I have to keep up an image.
Skye, my best friend, stands next to me, doing the same. Unintentionally, we're wearing matching dresses, lace and flowers. Mine is a soft lavender, hers a pastel pink. We both step out of her silver BMW convertible, flirtatiously waving atFile: some nearby football players, who wink at us. I tug at my soft lacy flats, and watch Skye regain her balance in her tall heels. Skye's always been taller than me, but today more than usual, thanks to her 5 inch heels.
"Here we go," I breathe. Skye smirks, sympathizing in my discomfort.
The two of us walk into the building, catching eyes where ever we go. Guys, nerds and jocks alike, wave to us, trying to be noticed. Wannabes walk up to us, trying to engage in conversation desperately.
"Hey Skye! Hey Nikki!" One little freshman walks up to us. A roll my eyes at Skye. Pimply, tucked in shirt, huge round glasses, and slacks- typical NERD.
"H-hi. I'm Daniel!" He squeaked, from puberty or from nervousness. I'm guessing both.
"Get out of my face, or do something about your REPULSIVE acne!" Skye retorts, and I snicker. Because his acne is really gross.
"Bu-" he starts to say, but a cut him short with a sharp glare.
"Honestly, they shouldn't even let those that kind in here!" I exclaim.
Tears start to appear in Daniel's eyes, and he runs away crying. Smirking, I turn to Skye.
"Never get it, do they?" She sneers, looking at the scared freshman.
"Hey look," I whisper.
We stride down the sophomore locker hall, hearing wolf whistles and seeing waves left and right. We come to our ajoining lockers. Thanks to our rich parents, the usual thin top-to-bottom locker was tripled in size, painted to our preference, and personalized. But we couldn't exactly pick our locker neighbors.
Robo boy was right next to me. He looked geeky and uncomfortable as usual, head down and back hunched.
"Hey Robot!" Skye and I snort in unison. He turns to look at us
, his one orange eye to the ground. I laugh as his robotic arm malfunctions, and he drops his book. Stomping on his books, Skye an
d I walk away laughing.
==Chapter 1: Skye's POV==
"So tell me Skye, is it fun being popular?" I Ask my reflection, in a deep tone. "We'll, it's hard to because. A lot of people like...look up to me you know? Like, I have to be like, perfect all the time. Which I mean. Isn't hard, but it is a lot of pressure. But I'm so pumped for the new school year, Nikki and I have planed to make it the best one yet, and I know, that of in want it enough, I'll get it." I say in a prissy voice. Welcome to my morning prep. I spend two hours choosing my hair, and my
dress, and style of make-up, then the next half an hour practicing my best stuck up (explicit) attitude. Frankly it's exhausting. But I do it none the less.
I pick up my bag secretly loaded with art supplies, and grab my keys. I walk to the kitchen avoiding breakfast mum has out out for me. I gained a little bit over the summer holidays, so it best I get back down to perfection soon enough. "Morning sweetheart. Would you like someth
ing to eat?" My mothers busy tone reflected in her voice. She at the computer working on some sort of a presentation.
No, mum I can't. Because I have to starve myself so I can meet everyone's expat ions. I feel like saying. But instead I say nothing and walk outside. The sun shines on my
blond wavy hair, an I have a overwhelming urge to grab my guitar and bring it to school with me. But nikkis voice interrupts.
"O.M.G Skye! Look at you! We're wearing the same thing!" She says in a high pitched tone while whipping her black hair around.
"O.M.G we are! Air hug!" I mock. Both Nikki and I know each other well enough, to know neither of us are what we seem.
"I see you have being a ditzy teenage drama queen down pat for the new school year. " she returned to her natural low voice.
"Not too bad yourself." I smile.
We loop arms and walk to school, by passing the occasion on lookers with there mouth wide open. Not an unnatural occurrence. Once walking into the school, we get the usual woof whistles. "Hey Skye! Hey Nikki!" A small pimply freshman boy squirms up to us in a friendly tone.
"Get out of my face....and do something about your own pimply joe." I mock, Nikki snorts. A look of sudden shock and pain enters the boys face.
" better yet. Just don't bother showing your face." Nikki retorts. I squeeze her arm somewhat, and brush past the crushed boy.
I see Sev loading his locker...sev. How to describe him. I mean, officially I hate him. But unofficially, I still hate him. "Hey robo boy." I mock. Nikki laughs and drags my arm away before I can say much else.
==Chapter 1: AK POV==
Another new day... at a new highschool... with new bullies greeat. I think as i open the doors to my new school. As i walk down the hall, I see some popular people, Nikki and Skye, I look at Skye, then i look away. I keep walking and a jock pushes my cruch over and i fall flat on my face. I get up, and give the finger to each and every (excplit) that is laughing and pointing at me. I walk to me locker. And put in my combo, this guy with an eyepatch and what looks like a prostetic arm looks over.
"HI, are you new?" He asks. Well atleast this is a waaarm greeting.
"Ya, im Andrew." I say.
"Im Sev." He says. I try to take my backpack off but it falls off and all my books fly out. More laughing greeeat.
"YA HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF SOMEONE ELSE LAUGHED AT YOU!" I yell. before i can even look down, Sev has my books in my locker.
"Uh, thanks but you didnt have to I-" He cuts me off.
"No its fine, trust me i know how the first day of school is." I nod and the bell rings... Time for math... greeeeat
==Chapter 1: Yup's POV==
Ugh, a new year at a new school. I should just read or write through the whole year without learning I thought. So a Senior pushes me "Are you new dirtyface?" he asked. I don't answer, he tries to stuff me in his locker but I run away. I come to my locker and see two beautiful girls standing near it. "Can I have your number?" I asked one of them. The girl replies by slapping me in the face. People are laughing as they use me as there new goat. The bell rings, and I run in the hallways to my next class.
== Chapter 1: Sev's POV (Feels good to write from this POV again, Can you believe it was month ago when I first wrote my first story and I.....I'm just gonna start writing now. ==
I walk down the hall, somehow managing to tinker with the crappy joint on my arm and hold my books while moving. Some kids try to trip me, like those two (explicit)s Nikki and Skye, but years of being bullied has made me way to smart for that. I jump over their feet. Pretty awesome huh? And They said my depth perception was limited.
This school year promises to be as awful as last year. And the one before. That sickening nickname, Robo, bounces around the hall. The Freshies stare at it, like all the new kids do. Some of the nicer kids show sympathy, Oh wait! No they don't, cause they don't exist. There are no nice kids here. Except maybe t
hat Andrew, or AK or whatever kid. Just another one of those bully victim
s. It seems like there are two types of people here: Bullies, and bullied. It just happens. No inbetween. No reason. Just, sitting alone at the lunch table, and sneering comments. The occaisonal teacher who "Is there for you" or "Understands".
I sit in my desk at my first class. And drown out the teacers schpiel into my writing. I'm actually pretty decent. But no one knows. I intentionally fail my essays so teachers don't seek out this "Special talent of mine" No one reads my stories. Mostly because I vent my emotions into them. My latest masterpiece, this school burning to the ground. Morbid maybe, but boy is it satisfying to me.
== Chapter 1: Will's POV ==
I always get here ten minutes before the bell no matter what. "Hey freak," Someone yells. It's Skye. She punches me hard on the back, making my stomach go to my throat. "What you reading? How to be a loser! What you already are." I look at the floor and shuffle my worn-down Converse. Someone decides to trip me, and I just fall down, people laughing and pointing at me. I see two new boys coming to our class. I try not to stare as a new kid comes in battered and bruised. "You new?" I ask him. He just looks away. "If you don't want to talk to me that's fine," I say, urging him to say something. He just shakes his head. I just look at him and know something is wrong. "You can sit next to me," I say. He looks around and decides to sit down. His book bag falls over. "Oh sorry," he says. I look at him strange ly. "So what's your name?" I ask. He shyly says "Yup." The whole school makes fun of my name, imagine with his. I pull my glasses up and fix my headband. "So you're new?" I ask. "Yeah," He says. In mid-sentence Skye comes up to us. "Well, look here! Two pair of losers trying to be friends. How sweet," She hisses. I look up to her, and remember stay strong. "What is up with you this week about me and boys? You had like what ten boys you cheated on in the past week?" I snarl. She turns her back and walks away. "So, you got beat up I see," I say. "Yeah, I asked a girl for her phone number, and well just, they slapped me," He sighs. "Oh," I respond. It's weird having all my friends as boys. "They cal l me a geek," I say twisting my hair. "You're not," He says. "Look who else is here," I say. Sev waves but not happily. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Nothing," He says. I pull out my notebook, for my own writing. "What's that?" Yup asked. "My writing journal," I say. "Can I read?" He asks. "Sure," I mumble. My stories tell about my private life and that notebook tells all about me. Why can't I just suck it up like everyone else? The reason is I can't no one cares, except Sev and a couple of other people that are nobodys. "This is set about you?" He ponders. "Yes, it's my life," I say. "Like no one cares." "But I care," He says.
==Chapter 1 Blake's POV==
I walk into school watching out for the football jocks. I know if I make the football team they will stop making fun of me. "Hey mom's boy come over here" thats Joe the quarterback for the football team "What"I mumble. "Are you trying out for the football team?" he tells me "Yes" I say "Good this time dont bail on us" he punches me in the chest "Ah" it hurt. "Dont be a baby"he tells me so I just walk away. I g et to my locker and grab my books while Im getting them I see a girl getting humiliated but then I think to my self Just 3 more weeks then I wont be treated like her so I leave. Then I enter class and get out my pencils I see the girl that got humiliated walk in and sit down. Then I see a new kid walk in. I see he has bruises he probably walked into Joe this morning. Then the girl and the new kid start talking. She then takes out her notebook and hands it to him. I just wait for the class to start I start to play with my blue shirt then I hear the bell ring. The teacher walks in and starts class.
==Chapter 1 Addie's POV==
Another day, another humiliation. Most likely from those two (explicit)'s Skye and Nikki. I look around, for new kids, so that I can have at least ONE friend that isn't a book, journal, my MacBook Air or iPhone 5. I do like to keep up-to-date with my electronics. But I need a real friend.
I see Sev, a new boy, and another girl, Will, I think her name is. I walk over, and sit next to them. "Hi." I say. I try not to blush, or sound nervous, because Sev is there, and I've had the biggest crush on him for the longest time. Will looks at me and smiles. "Hi." The new boy says. "What's your name?" "Addie. And yours is?" I ask politely. "Yup." He replies. "I know Sev, and you're... Will, right?" I try and remember. "Yep."
Sev closes the book he's reading, and gives it to Will. "Hi Sev." I say, trying not to sound wistful, I really long to be with Sev. "Hi, Addie." He says kindly.
BUZZ!
The teacher walks in, and class starts.
==Chapter 1 Movie's POV==
I dodge the other kids left in the hallway as I try to make it to class on time. I sidestep some one's bookbag and I quickly duck under anothers locker. I'm just a few doors away when I run into a jock. He glances at me and then does a double take, "Movie?" Shoot.
"Hey Micky" I mumble. I glare at me feet like they were the ones who caused this.
"So you still being a crybaby." he demands "Its been like a year..."
I turn away and try to walk but he grabs my shoulder. "Seriously? Your going to just walk away?"
That when I lose it... "SHUT UP MICK!" I punch his cocky grin off his face, and run.
"YOUR DEAD MOVIE! YOUR SO DEAD!" I duck into my
classroom before he can catch me.
Mr. Walters closes to door.
I try to ignore Micky as he stare into the small window at me.
Isn't Micky captain? I think, I'm so dead.
==Chapter 1 Felicia's POV==
Highschool. The horrible place of bullies and victims. I'm a victim. I try to keep to myself but somehow, I always seem to get in the way. Right now I'm walking to my locker, not very ready to begin a new school year. As I fumble with my lock I feel a shove in the back. No. Not today please. I turn around.
"Hi?" I guess. I don't know if that s what I am supposed to say.
"What do you mean 'Hi?'" My buly mimics me in a squeky voice. I stay silent. I turn back to my locjer and finally get my lock open. Yet another shove.
"Wacha locker combination?" He asks. He's a jock. His friends have started to gtaher around, happy for some entertainment. I don't respond to him.
"I said What's your locker combination?" He moves closer.
"35-06-33," I mumble.
"Wha was that?" I say it louder. I hope that it was enough for him to take his friends and leave. THe first bell rings. I really need to get to class!
"Exuse me," I say.
"I'm sorry. But your not leaving anywhere." HE signals for his friends to leave. I try to get past him but he puts his arms on the locker next to him. He's much taller than me. He's close enough for me to feel his breath. He takes my arms and shuts my locker, barely missing me face.
"I need my books," I say calmly.
"Not if you don't go to class." He gets even closer.
"Wha-a-at are you saying?" I studder.
"I'm sayin that your not goin te class," with that he kisses me and puts his hand up my shirt. I try to pull away but he's so much stronger. I'm pushed against my locker and he starts to get cocky. HE knos I can't do anyhting. He finally pulls away. And acts disscussded.
"Yoo aint got anything to offer, you know that right?" I says. I start crying. It's pathetic but true. The late bell rings and he hurries away. Thst's the kind of bullying I usually get. Sexual harrasment. Nobody cares but thats what it is. I sink down infront of my locker untilits time for second period.
==Chapter 1: Aria's POV==
Highschool. I walk into it and I guy shoves my "Ah" He is running and dodging then I see that he is caught by someone then I remember who he is "Movie" I whisper to myself. He was bullied last year I felt really bad for him. I see Mickey the football captain. He is grabbing he shoulder then I get a text I re ply and look back and see Move just punched Mickey The I hear "YOUR SO DEAD MOVIE" and he is chasing him. Mickey might be fast but I know Movie is faster. I get to my locker and open it. Yesterday I decorated it while I am putting my lipstick I look at my mirror and see Jasmine. I turn around quickly but she pushes my into my locker. I squeal. "Oh what do we have Jade? A little hoe" Her words peirce me. "I still see your looking more like a clown everyday" she takes my lipstick and smears it on my face "Ah!" "bitch" I say under my breath. "What did you say!" She takes my jaw and squezze's it. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?" I stay quiet then she slams my head against the locker. "Yeah you said nothing" She then leaves. I cant help but shed a tear. I run towards the bathroom when the 1st bell rings. I wash the lipstick away and resume how I looked before she came. I walk out to see a girl being sexually harassed I know she looks at me I see her eyes pleading for help but when he puts his arm up her shirt I look away. I look back and see her crying then I start to run. I run towards my class room get in and take a seat infront of the classroom then I hear the seco nd bell ring and then he starts class.
==Chapter 1: Yesenia's POV==
I wake up for the first day of school, I look at myself in the mirror and whisper under my breath "Newbie", I forgot I kept my pink highlights on! "Damn I say" So I work with it and put some red and plaid a little black, I put on a strapless red top and black boots, I have to say I look amazing, I get nervous when I get out of my car it's the first day of school. When I walk in I see this girl being pushed onto the ground "Ouch" I say, I get to my locker, Next to this cute guy, He asks, "Are you new?" I say yes. I smile and he smiles, He asks me If I want to go to this party to celebrate the new year, I say "Yes" he smiles and leaves. I'm just there smiling until I see a football come flying at me! "UGH" I say as it hit's me in nose, I fly across the hallway, People are laughing and staring at me. This guy's comes up to me and says "Your quite the catcher" All I do is laugh and smile. I think this is gonna be the best year ever.
==Chapter 1: Kez' POV==
I pulled over a nice parking space next to a red chevy truck as 'Here Comes The Sun' by The Beatles continues to play on the radio.
I turned the radio off, unbuckled my seat belt and hopped off my jet black convertible while wearing an unbuttoned red plaid shirt over my black tank top, soft gray jeans and a nice pair of black, comfy combat boots. I grabbed my 'gears of war' messenger bag and a nice take out cup of coffee that I bought on my way to school.
I walked towards the school building, took a deep breath and went inside.
Ahh, high school. Full bullies, nerds, some popular kids, nice teachers, terror teachers, a few wallflowers and etcetera. Here, you have to know those who you should hang out with and those you you shouldn't hang out with. You need to know the way this little deep jungle goes in order to survive.
"Hey!" I hear somebody scream as he was slammed against the lockers by a jock. He was pimply and dressed in a tucked in shirt, huge round glasses and slacks. In other words, this guy's a nerd. Not to be mean or anything, but, yup that's what everyone here
sees him.
"Okay. So let's try again shall we? Will you do my history homework?" the jock said with a smirk. "Huh Daniel?!"
"W-w-why d-d-on't y-you d-do it?!" Daniel replied.
"Alright that's it!" the jock said as he balled his fist ready to punch when he was stopped by a camera flash.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he said as he turned to me still holding the frightened nerd.
"Let him go, Hampson or I will show this to the principal!" I said as I showed him the picture I took on my camera. "We don't wanna get you kicked out of the team don't we?" I said as I imitated him. "Huh, Micky?"
For a second there, Micky didn't move. He released Daniel causing him to fall down the floor like a helpless little child.
"He's free from my clutches now, Hunters. But I'll be back." he said then he turned to Daniel. "And it'll be much worse" he added. Right after that, he left as if he was looking for someone else to target.
"Thanks" Daniel said as I helped him up.
"No problem" I said as I walked away avoiding further conversations.
Yep. That's what I do. Say a word or more, do something I feel like I need to do and walk away. I'm not a socialite so what can you expect?
"Man, that's high school" I said as I took a sip of my coffee and headed for first period.
==Chapter 1: Four's POV==
"...And then there's the guy who dress up like it's the end of the world." One girl said to the other and they both laughed.
Black Shirt with Chains on it matched with Black Pants and Shoes painted with Blood Red.A little accessories including a scissors in my hand. What's wrong with me?
I walked towards them and they both looked at me mockingly.
"Having fun there?" I said
"Did you know that if I stab you with t
his scissors you can die?" I continued and looked at them with hatred in my eyes
"Oh We're really sorry.I just said the wrong thing,"The girl answered
"No! 15 years ago your mother gave birth to the damn wrong thing!!!" I shouted at them and they both walked out.
GOOD!!!
I continued walking down the hallway and accidentally I stepped on a shoe of a guy,a freshman maybe.
"Do you want me to say sorry?" I asked him with an angel face
"Yeah."he answered softly
"Okay." I said and continued walking.
BETTER!!!
I walked to my locker and opened it,Grabbed the things that I needed and then proceeded to my first subject thinking what could be the theme of the next play I'll write for this Damn school. A love story? Too common. A horror one? Nope. Comedy? Too cheesy.
As I was brainstorming with my self and playing with my scissors, this girl who's about the age yo
unger than me captured my eyes.She's so stunning.She's so indescribable. But I hope...I just hope...she also likes scissors.
==Chapter 2: Nikki Time!==
Lunch. Linking arms with Skye, I walk to the cafeteria. I grab a blue plastic tray, and throw it onto the silver lunch line table.
"Gross, fattening, lard filled..." I sigh in my high pitched voice, surveying the food choices. "Do you have anything that won't stop my heart?"
The lunch lady glared at me, but they knew better. To make me angry, would be to jeopardize their sorry butts. One, who knew me, runs to the back, and comes back with two silver trays laden with my special lunch. I toss my tray to a sophomore, Addie, I think it was, and grab my new lunch. Addie glares at me, but she simply proceeds in line. When she leaves, I see her run off with Robot, and I smirk heavily. Kez Hunters stares at me, her eyeliner widening her eyes drastically, and I snap at her. "Got a problem, Hunters?"
Her shock morphs into disgust, and replies with a cool, "Just wondering if you can get a refund for your last nose job. It sucks."
My eyes widen, and I whisk Skye away with a last glare at Kez. I see her fists uncle
nch a little, proud of her mini triumph. On my way to my table, i bump into that freak, Flynn.
"Watch it Flynn." Skye scowls, and flips her hair.
"It's Four. I guess you didn't get the memo with your oversized ego in the way." He shoots back. I smile cooly. From my last encounter, I've learned to keep my cool better.
"How are your retarded scissors? It'd be AWFUL if they were damaged!" I smile slyly, and he scowls, shoving his hands inside of his pockets, then walking away. "Some people need a life," I remark to Skye.
"And fashion advice," she adds. Definitely.
The lunchroom is almost full, and you can tell the different types of people by the table. Cosplay freaks at one, all wielding fake guns and swords. As usual, the geeks and nerds were in their corner. A bunch of drama nerds at one table are surrounded by books on Shakespeare, and some are wearing ridiculous floppy hats. Artsy types sit near an open window, doodling aimlessly on sketch p
ads.
Skye and I walk across the room, a spectacle that fills the views with awe. We walk to the Vista, the table that is right next to the biggest window in the lunch room. Easily the most popular table, with the air conditioning and heater nearby, able to be tweaked to your liking. We start to walk up the ramp to get there, when I see a girl. In my spot.
Her blonde hair is filled with cheap pink highlights, and her dollar store nail polish is chipping. And she's flirting with Bryce. My Bryce. Skye and I meet glances, and we're thinking the same thing. Get that girl out of here.
"...if you want." The girl reaches her arms around Bryce's neck, using a seductive purr and batting her eyes. Bryce starts to lean in, when I clear my throat. The temperature drops 20 degrees. The girl doesn't notice. But Bryce does. He pushes her aside, and puts his arms around m
y waist.
"What were you doing?" I hiss, as he greets me with a kiss.
"Just fooling around. Look, it was nothing. Yesenia isn't as hot as you are." I don't respond. Bryce was nothing to me. Just a toy in the game of high school. But if this, Yesenia was stealing the affections of Bryce Cannon, football team captain and star, she was going down.
"Get rid of her." I hiss, and flip around, turning my glare into a sweet smile.
"You must be new!" I exclaim, and hold out my arms for a hug. Yesenia's eyes widen in delight, until I push her down.
"Hey! What the-" She starts yelling, until I silence her with a Gucci heel.
"You're in. My spo
t." I motion towards the table. She gets up, glaring, and moves her stuff.
"Look, Layla. You think you're hot stuff, but you're going to get what's coming to you one of these days. And I'll be sure to put it on YouTube." She hissed, and glared. I rebutted with an icy cold glare, perfected with years of practice. She stomps away, and slams her food down with a group of terrified freshm
en.
The others at the table are paralyzed, and stay frozen with their eyes fixated on me until Skye and I sit down. Things go back to normal, and we all eat, eventually getting back to our joking, laughing sense of time. No other newbies challenge Skye and I, and most of them seem frightened by our presence. Yesenia, who was scaring the living daylight out of freshmen, glared at me from her table, clearly plotting revenge. But I smirk, and Bryce drapes his arm around me. Usually, I would make some smart remark at him, and force his arm away. Bt today, I wanted to show Yesenia, I get what I want.
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During English class, our teacher corners me.
She's new, and you can tell. Most of the teachers at our school are old, rusty, and wrinkly. But this woman radiates life. Her brown wavy hair is In a surprisingly fashionable, messy bun, and has a tasteful amount of makeup on. Her bright teal blouse is the right cut, and coordinates with her white belt and pencil skirt.
"Nikki, right?" She smiles at me warmly. I give a halfhearted smile, and go back to texting Skye.
"Mmmhmm?" I murmur, reading Skye's response.
"Well, I was just wondering if you would join the
writing club."
My rapid thumbs froze. I don't write. I don't want to write. Geeks, nerds, and overachievers write. Joining something as idiotic as a writing club would ruin my reputation.
"I don't write." I state shortly, and resume my text.
"Actually, it's a non optional club for some people."
"What?!" I almost dropped my phone. I've never been told no. "Do you know who you're talking to?"
"A stuck up little popular? Yes, I do." Her sharp words jar me, and I'm about to go all swingy when she continues. "I analyzed every students' writing in the past few years. Some was exceptional. Some was VERY exceptional. Yours was beyond exceptional."
I gaped. Me, a good writer? I mean yes, I used to be decent. But when I became older, I realized that smart kids don't become popular. They're forgotten.
"We start 7th period. I have already told the office that you'll be switching your elective from Study Hall to Writing Club. See you there."
And she left. She just left?! I was furious. I texted Skye, and found out that she got the same un-returnable invitation. I guess I would be joining writing club.
"Are you in it too?" A curly haired girl with tortoiseshell glasses confronted me. She was a junior too, and I recognized her. Will Shams, geek.
"Look geek, I don't want to be in it. So lay off." I snapped, and started to leave. But Will stood unfazed.
"I wasn't sure about it, but it seems fun. You were a really good writer, last time I checked." I froze. This was the first time I was getting a compliment on my intelligence.
"What did you just say?" I covered my confusion with cold words.
"You were a really good writer in freshman year. I was in your class then." Will offered her hand for me to shake. Out of pure confusion, I weakly shook it.
"You're Will, right?" I asked wearily. I still didn't know what to say, considering she actually seemed sincere. She nods, smiles, and walks away. I leave class wondering if I made a new friend.
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(yes I have more boring stuff to write about. Longest chapter I've ever done)
The room is full of people. The new teacher from earlier, Miss Levine, starts off with a welcome speech.
"We are so glad to have you here! I assure you this club will be...." I zone her out with my earphones, and watch Skye doing the same. Lots of fun, good writing exercise, blah blah blah. We don't care. Deal with it.
She lets us all introduce ourselves for the first class. Skye gives me a pained glance, as we see ourselves surrounded by geeks and nerds.
"We might as well. We're stuck with them the whole semester." I groan, but drag my butt off the seat.
"Hey!" Will, who recognizes me, tries to come forward, but I pull Skye through the crowd. My hands shake. If my friends knew I was socializing with her, I would be doomed. My reputation ruined.
"What was that about?" Skye inquires, but i shake my head. Not now.
We wade through the crowd, saying half hearted "hi"s. I eventually recognize a few. Addie, whom I threw my tray at, is forgiving and sweet. But she's a sophomore. And unpopular. I don't take time to talk to her long.
AK and Sev are together, and they recognize us immediately. Involuntarily, AK steps forward, and Sev back.
"Hey Sev!" I put on a persona of sweetness, and hug him. AK looks gobsmacked, and even more so when Skye hugs Sev.
"Is that my favorite Cyborg?" She says sweetly. Until she slaps him. We crack up, and walk away. AK never got a word in, and he tries to catch up in the crowd but w
e quickly lose him.
Two sisters, obviously cosplay geeks, say hi, but neither seem into it. Fine by me. Kez passes by with a wave, and Four glowers from his slouched position at his desk.
"Can he do anything besides scowl?" I remark to Skye, who snorts in agreement.
The names and faces become a blur, and most stick in my head. The weird guys with weird names, Yup and Movie. The nice, but distant and bizarre Aria, who plays with her multicolored earrings the whole time. I spot Yesnia, and beckon to Skye, and we quickly avoid the girl, who sits g
rowling with her arms crossed. The club really stunk.
Skye and I left, along with everyone else when the bell rang. Packed our backpacks, and got into my silver convertible. Skye drove. And we prayed no one would find out about our entrance into the lame club.
Hey guys! Sorry about the excessively long chapter, but I wanted to have a short pre-intro to some of you, including conflicts that would create juicy drama later. Sorry if I missed you, but I kinda forgot some people. I had to write this twice because my iPad went screwy, so if it stinks, too bad. What you can write next is the Club introductions. "I met ___," and so on. You don't have to do lunch, but you can write when the teacher confronts you. Have fun with it, and PLEASE don't go into the next day. You can end your chapter with you leaving school, considering this is last period
==Chapter 2: Aria is speaking!==
I walk into lunch. I get in line then I see the "Perfects" Skye and Nikki. They always get better food. I am right behind a girl I think he name is Addie. I wasnt paying attention until she smacks me in the face "Ah! What the heck!" "Oh! My sorry! A tray hit me!" she says pleading. "Its fine. I bet Nikki and Skye did that." She laughs then its her turn to get food. I decide to eat a little bit. I grab some pizza and leave. As I am walking I see the new kid Yesenia. "Uh-oh' I mutter to myself no one sits in Nikki's spot and trys to kiss her boyfriend. Thats when I see Nikki pushes her to the ground and kicks her in the face. I feel so bad but I keep walking. "Im such a baby" I say to myself. Then I find myself bumping in to Jade. "Hey! Watch were your going" she says while she is turning around. "Oh lookie here we got little hoe with her pizza. Havent you eat enough this morning?" she says with a chuckle. "Just leave me alone" I say softly then I try to leave but she holds me back "Not so fast!" She takes my pizza and shoves it in my face. "There! You kinda look cheesey" Then she laughs and walks away. I also walk hoping no one say what happened. I see that kid Movie. I feel bad so I go and sit with him. I sit down and there was a silence for about 5 minutes then he speaks. "Hi" he says. " Hey" I say we both stare at eachother not saying a word. "So whats up"I finally say. He stares at me not saying a word. "Nothing" I move closer to him and sit right next to him "You know if you need someone I am always there for anyone"I smile and he just looks at me. "Thank you" he says then lunch is over we both leave. I walk to my locker with Movie and we notice that we have lockers right net to eachother. "Wow. This is crazy" I smile and he says "Yeah I guess so." I can see he almost smiled so I smile and he gives me half. I am alright with that we both walk to class together and listen to the teacher talk. After class finishes the teacher pulls me aside and says "Last year I checked your writing you are an amazing writer. I love the short novel you made "The Life in Aria" I think this is amazing writitng and I want you to join the bookclub" I stare at him and tell him "Sure! I would love to" Then walk away with Movie. It is the almost the end of the day so I go to my 2nd to last period. Math. I have always hated math but as I got older I started to understand it but I still hate it. Luckly me and Movie has the same classes except for a few but thats alright. I really admore Movie he was survived so much over the years. We both walk into math and get a seat next to eachother and listen to the teacher talk. I get bored so I pass him a note Hey! Im bored if you wanna text me here is my number 561-584-9275, I hand it to him and he writes back Thanks I will So then the teacher calls me when I am least paying attention "Miss Montgomery. What is a by the 3rd power divided by 6 times 12?"I answear quickly by saying "216!" "That is correct" I sit down and then the bell rings its time to go. I get to my locker and say my goodbyes to Movie and head out. I leave the school with Movie then wait for my ride
==Chapter 2!! AK AWESOMENESS==
As i sit at my desk, me and sev start chatting when a teacher comes up to us.
"Umm Andrew, and Sev right?" She says. The teacher stares at us.. and it scares me, shes really old... my guess her late early 70s, wrinkles and bags, man is she ugly.
"Ya, but call me AK" I say. Sev just nods.
"Ok during your study hall you will go to room 108, you two are in The Writing Club." Me and Sev stare at her. She walks away, and we continue class.
As we walk to room 108 a jock takes one of my cruches, and i fall. People laugh, Sev helps me up, and i flip everybody. We enter the room and its full of people. We move to a corner, saying "hi" and and waving. Just then Nikki and Skye walk up to us. I stare at skye. Shes so beutiful, and well WAIT what am i thinking shes a jerk, and is mean to everybody.
"Awww how is my little robot." Skye says, hugging Sev. Before I say something they walk away.
We continue chatting, and the rest of the class it was introducing. We walk out and i am AMAZED that my last period is next.
==Chatpter: 2 Yesenia is Mad==
Okay, So After my period, I get to lunch, I see the guy that threw the football at my face and sit with. So we start laughing and smiling, Then I hug his neck, Hoping we can be friends, Then the "Perfects" Come to the table, I get pushed by Nikki. I snarl back at her but she comes back. So I just sit with the newbies, Thinking on how to destroy her life, She is gonna pay. Maybe at the party I can like push her in the pool? I don't know. So After lunch I walk down the Hall, Into my class. There is the guy that asked me to the party I sit next to him. I learn his name is Nick. I tell him im Yesenia, He says "Like the Name" I say "You too" But I get inturupted by the teacher "Of course" I mumble.
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"Let me get this straight" I say to Jade, "I'm not goth, I just left my highlig
hts on and worked with it" She answers back "By the way it looks, You seem to do it on purpose" I just snap and hit her in the nose, She hits me back by hitting me in the eye, "Here it goes" I say, I tackle her! She hit's the floor of the tile, I her a "Ugh" as she hits me in the nose, A teacher breaks it up and tells us to go to the principal, I think I see a girl, I think "Aria" is her name, Looking sad, As we get there. I'm seated to the chair and for about 10 minutes he is screaming/explaining, Why we shouldn't start a fight. As the bell rings I get out, Jade says "Your still goth" I just roll my eyes and leave.
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Once I get home, I go on the computer I go on my "Facebook" I got a r
equest from Nikki and Skye! "How lovely" I say sarcasticly. When I go on there profile, I see a video named "Yesenia gets squashed" It's the video of me and Jade.. That "Bitch" I think, How can she do this. That's when I remember my plot to ruin her lets just say "That Bitch is going down..
==Chapter two: Sev's POV (Dannoh here, gracing you with my writing....lol...And also, correct dialogue patterns.)==
I chat halfheartedly with Ak during lunch, and the next few classes. He's cool enough, but hes sorta, forward. Well, I can't complain though, a friends a friend. It's not often anyone really, talks to me. We chat on irrelevant subjects. Then a teacher comes over to us.
"Hello, Ak and Sev, correct?" she says kindly.
"Yes," we both say in unison. Ak chuckles to himself.
"You've both been put into this writing club instead of study hall, go to room 108 in sixth period." she says, and walks off. I sigh and put my head back. A writing club? How did I get into a writing club? I haven't passed an essay intentionally in years. Then I pat my backpack. My notebook, with all my stories, it's MISSING.
(Sixth period, after the meet and greet)
I rub my face where Skye slapped me. It stings, put her little attidude hurts more than the slap though. Ak's obviously smitten, head over heels. It disgusts me. Skye would be the last person on earth I would ever be falling for. (Authors note: Ironic huh?)
I put my books in locker, when an unseen A-hole slams it shut, on my good hand. I bite back a curse. I look up and see Nikki and Skye smirking. "Hey, Robo." they say together.
"Shut up and get out of my freakin way." I mutter. I am not in the mood for this.
"What?" Skye says, "Look I just wanted to talk to my favorite freak of nature."
"So this is my fault?" I snap. Oh no, the one thing I never wanted to do, snap. "You think I CHOSE this?"
They're silent for a second. So I conti
nue. "You think I chose to see my parents murdered by gangsters? You think I chose to be in the front seat of the car when my drunk uncle crashed? You think I chose to have a piece of glass stab me in the eye? For the engine to take off my arm?"
They're completely stunned. I storm past them, and push Nikki's books out of her hands for good measure.
==Chapter 2: Four's Rival==
"No one calls me Fynn...like no one..."
I was sitting behind my desk thinking about the girl who just called my Fynn... The NERVES!!!
So this teacher asked me..or rather forced me to join this "club" and I'm pretty much sure the experiences are mutual.
But even if she didn't force me to join the club,I'd love too because I want to write.I like to write.
"Hi...Can I ask what time is it?" a guy in front asked as I was listening to the teacher
"Hi...Did you know that I am not a clock?" I smiled at him.A fake smile.
"Weirdo!"
"You know I guess you want to shut up." I said and I am now irritated.
"Really?"
"Really! Just turn your back around and wish th
at I won't stab you with this scissors." I smiled and played with my scissors.
He turned his back and the teacher told us to introduce ourselves to one another.
Great!!! Just Great!!
So to cut the story...I just sat there the whole time and saw familiar faces.
And I saw two girls who looks familiar staring at me and I think they're laughing at me.
I scowled at them.
I looked around for more faces and then I saw her...The girl..I saw..awhile ago...but then she was talking to the guy who asked me what time is it...I stood up and went towards them.
I never thought this guy would be my rival.
4 more feet and I am right next to them already.
Just then this girl who's drinking coffee bumped me,*okay,I bumped her.*,and spilled coffee all over my clothes.
"Oh my gosh..I'm so sorry.Here."then she rubs my shirt with her hanky and I looked at her.
"Dude? WHy are you rubbing me?" I asked her, annoyed
"because I spilled coffee all over your clothes but I didn't me-"
"Get away from me!" I snapped her and she ran away
Just as I was coming back to my senses and just as I took another step forward,
I saw the guy...kissed...my girl.
==Skyes pov. (I know you were all holding your breath. But ==
==please, try to contain your excitement long enough to read the chap. Then you may chant my name)==
I walk into the retro art room and sigh. Mr. rooms greets me warmly.
“Skye! Your early!” He smiles. I’m always early to art class. “Do you have it?” He ask me. I smile, the first honest smile all day.
“Here.” I unload my extremely heavy back pack and Mr. Rooms rushes behind me to help take it off.
“Thanks.” I blush. I unzip the
top of it. And carefully pull out the canvas. Mr. Rooms takes it by the edges and lift it high above his head, staring in admiration.
“My god. Skye. This is. Amazing!” He gasps’.
“Thanks.” I smile. He and Nikki are most likely the only people I’m kind to.
“Was it what you were looking for?” I ask unsure.
“No. not at all.” He says still gazing at the painting. I feel my heart drop. I wasn’t good enough again. “Oh.” I say
“Its so much better! She will love this!” He smiles. I smile back.
About a week ago, Sir approached me with a project. He assigns me special ones from time to time. This one was different though. His sister’s house burnt down a month ago. In that fire, was her favorite painting. A picture of a beautiful sunset, with the silhouette of a elephant standing smack bang in the centre. He tried to re-do it for her, But, she always said it wasn’t what she wanted. So Sir gave the project to me. To work my “Magic” As he calls it. I was apprehensive at first, but once I got started I couldn’t stop
.
“Thank you so much Skye.” He puts the painting down, and hugs me.
“Thanks sir I’m just glad you like it.” I smile.
“Can I put it up in the class room for today? Before i have to take it home. Its so good.” He says.
“No. no. no. no. Just keep it far away from anyone who knows me.” I say worried.
“Skye, don’t hide your talents.” He says clutching my shoulders.
“No ok. I can’t. I’ve already told you.” I rip myself softly from his firm hands and zip up my pack.
“Well. Ok. If your interested I have another project for you?” he says some what disappointed. I turn around, and jump up and down some what.
“YES! What is it?” I say excited.
“Well I’ve been speaking with your English teacher. And, he has showed me some of your work.” Sir explains. “We would like you to join a writing club were creating. It is with a few other students also. I see a lot of potential for you Skye.” He explains.
“Seriously? You want me to join a club?” I say extremely excited.
“Yeah, if you like.” I let out the girlish scream ive heard others use from time to time. Sir laughs at my excitement, and I do a small dance.
“Okay, well. I’m gald your excited for it.” He laughs.
“Oh wait. No. I cant, I cant be in a group with other students.” I say my excitement deflated.
“Oh don’t worry about that. I’ve got Nikki pushed into the club. You wont be alone.” He smiles, I’m about to run to him and hug him, but I get a text.
Oh my god Skye. There making me join some (Explicit) Writing club. Can you even believe it! BORING. I cant even believe this! –Nikki.
I flip out the keyboard and type back.
Omg I have to join to. Ughh. At least we will be together. –Skye
I slip my phone back in my pocket and pack my things. Once its all together I walk up to Mr. Rooms.
“Thank you sir.” I say, I have him a quick hug, having to stand on my tippy toes, and he gives me a friendly kiss on the cheek.
“You most welcome Skye.”
When the teacher begins the lesson for the writing club, Nikki puts her head phones in and I notice her foot tapping. I do the same, but play no music. I want to hear this. I’m actually, excited about this. Begin apart of a group. I sort of had the intention of becoming friends with these people. But, after what I’ve done to them all. Especially robo-…Sev. How could i? I’m evil. And its not like I deserve real friends anyways.
The teacher explains that she’s only a sub, and Mr. Rooms will be taking the classes for the rest of the school year.
The rest is mostly introduction crap. My heart sinks when I realize Sev is in this group. There goes any chance of me gaining even one friend.
Once the group is over, I haven’t learnt much about writing. Not that I will today. Its just getting to know one another, becoming comfortable. The swarm of boys follow Nikki and I as usual. Nikki summons one of them, a boy named Mathew and pulls him close to her. She whispers something in his ear, and his whole body turns to Sev whose putting something in his locker. Mathew walks past him, and whips the door on hits hinge, and It smacks Sevs hand.
“Hey Robo.” Nikki and I say in unison.
"Shut up and get out of my freaking way." He mutters,
trying to keep his furry. I wonder how far I could push him…Would he hit me? Nikki?
“What? "Look I just wanted to talk to my favorite freak of nature." I say unwavering. I can see it, he’s about to snap. He’s going to punch me I know it.
Come on. Do it. Punch me.
Wait what….was I just begging for someone to hurt me? What is wrong with me?
"So this is my fault? "You think I CHOSE this?" he Says taking a step forward, I brace myself for the inevitable sting of the punch.
“You think I chose to see my parents murdered by gangsters? You think I chose to be in the front seat of the car when my drunk uncle crashed? You think I chose to have a piece of glass stab me in the eye? For the engine to take off my arm?"
He storms past me. And I take a deep breath. He didn’t do it. He didn’t punch me….Am i…..disappointed?
==Chap 2: Yup's POV==
So when I come to English 1st period, this old teacher like around 80 years old corners me. She said "You are joining the writing club." I said "O-ok" because I'm very shy and nervous. "Alrighty" she said as class starts. The teacher, Mrs. Newark, introduces everyone. A lot of kids snicker when they hear my name. The rest of the day is just introducing stuff, until I see Will at lunch and said "Watch this" I see Joe and stick my foot out. He waves at the populars, and falls down, with food everywhere. Will said "Oh sorry Joe, we've been having some spasms." That makes me crack up. Joe said "I will get you, I don't know when, but I will." Joe curses Will and I and goes to get another tray. Lunch ends, and I'm shoved in my own locker. The locker closes, and I panic. "HELLO HELLO HELLO" I shouted hoping someone would hear me. The locker wasn't closed all the way, and I see Will open it for me. "Thank you" I said. "You're very welcome" she said and asked "Was the person who shoved you in your locker... male or female?" "I saw a shadow behind me... but I don't know if it is male or female." "Okay then" she said. "See you around." And I go to my last period, and thankfully I wasn't late. I see all these kids texting, and a wave of jealousy comes over me because I don't have a cell phone. The Math teacher was right down to business. "What is 7 to the 3rd power... Yup?" "343" I answer. "Correct" the Math teacher named Mr. Maroney said. Class is dismissed, and someone tries to shove me in my locker... AGAIN! I turn around and barely missed the person."Wonderful" I said aloud and go outside to catch my bus. A nd on the bus I promise to myself: This year, I won't have a girlfriend.
==Chapter 2: Kez' POV==
Walking to the school cafeteria whil e jamming in to some Nickelback on my ipod? Yeah. That seems fine. But the fact that I got interrupted because my English teacher grabbed my attention? not cool.
"Ms. Hunters" she said.
I let out a groan.
"What?" I said coldly.
"As one of the best scriptwriters in the drama club--"
"Don't flatter me lady, just get to the point" I sa
id as I crossed my arms.
That was mean. I know that was mean. But deal with it. That's the way I roll.
The teacher let out a sigh. For someone who just got treated by a student coldly, she seems to be doing a pretty good job. Besides, if she yells at me there's a 99.999% chance that I would yell at her too.
"How would you like to join the writing club?" she asked.
"And why would I do that?"
"Well..." she paused for a moment as if thinking about what to say. "You just have to".
I rolled my eyes in a I-can't-believe-this kind of way. She wants me to join some sort of circle without giving me a reason why. Wait, what did she say again before she asked? Oh, right. That I was one of the best scripwriters of the drama club? True, true. One of the things that can open a portal for me to another world is by writing. So what should I do? Say yes?
"So .. will you do it?"
"Fine" I said.
"So see you this afternoon then?" she asked with a hopeful smile.
"Yeah, sure. whatever." I said then paused for a while. "But if you're thinking that I'm joining the club just because you asked me to, then you're wrong. I'm gonna join because I want to" I added.
"Yes.. of course" she responded.
Right after that, she walked away and I continued walking towards the cafeteria. I pushed the door open revealing a place full of kids, noise and food.
The school cafeteria. It's where all of the students can hang out with their own kinds to eat lunch. There goes the geeks, the freshmans (who still don't know who to be with yet), the losers, drama geeks, the jocks, yada-yada-yada and my least favorite people, the populars. They aren't really different. They're just a bunch of kids who somehow found a ladder to help them climb their way up. Now that they're in that condition, they have to keep up an image or else, they go down. Also, they're like this mutated monsters that always travel around in packs ... like wolves... I like wolves though .. but the populars are an exception.
"Got a problem, Hunters?" I hear Nikki say.
What's her problem?
"Just wondering if you can get a refund for your last nose job" I said with a smirk. "It sucks."
She walked away with that friend of hers..what's her name again? Oh, Skye. Yeah. whatever. After that, I grabbed a blue plastic tray and picked out my lunch.
I settled on a table by the window and stared at my lunch. Nachos and fries smothered with cheese, a burrito and a medium sized cup of iced tea. Sounds maybe a little too much, but I'm gonna need all the past times I can get. Why? I eat
lunch by myself. That's why.
On this table is where I sit everyday to eat lunch alone. Which obviously explains why some people call it "The Lonely Table". I'm the only one who sits here. Well except for the fact that on rare occassions, that Four kid from my English class would sit and eat lunch here. And when he does that, I would just mind my own business like he isn't even there.
After lunch and the other lame classes that I have... I guess it's time for what I call "The Writing Club Period".
As the other kids introduced themselves to each other, I just slouched on my chair and crossed my arms silently watching them like a predator eyeing a billion preys. We have pretty much done this on every class today since it's the first day of school. How much names do you have to kno
w? It's like my ears keep bleeding every single time I hear someone say "Hi, my name is.." Ugh! Enough!
I can't take it anymore. I got up, walked towards the door and was about to open it when Mrs. Levine stopped me.
"Kez, go socialize" she gently said.
I glared at her, then started walking towards my chair not caring about what she just said.
While I was on my way, two familiar girls caught my eye. It was Skye and Nikki. Nikki looked at me just in time when I realized who they were and I didn't know what to do so I just awkwardly waved at them.
Two of the popular kids in a writing club? Seriously? Now that's something new. This is gonna be fun.
==Chapter 2 A really long Will's POV==
I arrive at lunch and I see Yup. His golden hair, crystal blue eyes, I barely can walk. I stumble to the table and sit my Vera Bradley Lunchbox on the table. Yup ruffles his hair and smirks. "Watch this," He laughs. We are in the corner by the lunch line. He finds Joe and sets his foot in the way. Joe smiles and waves to the populars and falls, with his lunch. We laugh so hard we don't even notice he's cursing us out. I smile sweetly and press my lips together, "Oh, sorry Joe, we have been having some spasms. That makes Yup crack up, and Joe gives him a glare. "I will get you, I don't know when. But I will." I widen my eyes. I realize Yup is going to get something worse. I look down and shuffle my sneakers. Does Yup love me? Or is he going to turn his back on me like everyone else? He is the reason I am happy. He doesn't know. My parents died in a plane crash, burned to death. Not even ashes. Now, I live with my psycho aunt who yells and screams and throws chairs at the wall. I am surprised I even live with her. I don't bother her, I just stay up in my room and write most of the time. I just wish that none of that would have ever happened. Tears start filling up in my eyes. "What's wrong?" Yup asks. "Nothing." He puts his arm around me, if only I can stay in his arms forever. I sigh. Yup loves me right? I don't really know.
I eagerly tap my pencil as I wait for Yup to arrive. I pull my hair behind my ears. "Hi," He says slipping in the seat next to mine. "Hi," I laugh nervously. "Will can I see you for a second?" My new
teacher asks. I stand up and walk up to her. "How would you like to join the Writing Club? We read your stories and they are beyond great," She exclaims. "I would love too!" I smile, clapping my hands together. "Great! It's your last period today." She then calls up Nikki. She asks her about the writing club. "I don't write," She laughs resuming her text. "It's not optional for some people," The teacher points out. She then leaves. "Your in it too?" I ask pushing up my glasses. "Look geek, I don't want to be in it. So lay off!" She snaps. Yup looks at me as if I am crazy but I continue. "I wasn't sure about it, but it seems fun. You were a really good writer, l
ast time I checked." I say. "What did you just say?" She looks at me confused. "You were a really good writer in freshman year. I was in your class then." I extend my hand. She looks at it like it's alien. Out of confusion, she takes it and shakes it just slightly. "You're Will, right?" She asks. I nod, smile, and walk away. She looks at me and I wonder if she has ever had a real friend before, I shrug.
I walk to Math, my second to last period. I barely even notice someone screaming. Wait, screaming? I follow the plea for help, and see Yup is shut in his own locker. I guess Joe was right after all. I see it's a little bit open, and open it up. He stumbles out. "Thanks," He smiles. "Your welcome." I run to my next class, knowing that next is the writing club. It's math. I know my assigned seat, next to Skye, God. I pull out my books and barely even notice the teacher is talking. "What's 10 squared, minus 19?" She asks. I raise my hand. "981," I say. "Yes," She smiles.
Before, I know it, I am ready for writing. I smile as I first walk in and notice Skye is there. I wave at Nikki, but I guess she acts mean. I find Yup and he waves. "Hi!" I wave back. He taps the seat next to him. I sit down. "We have to write about fantasy," He says. I see him laugh and try to figure out what to write. I think of one immediately and I am lost in a magical realm. My writing sweeps across the paper, a way to express my emotions, life itself. Yup smiles. We only have fifteen minutes. I see the teacher pull out his list and he says we have to exchange stories with our partner. I give my story to Yup and he gives me mine. I laugh, I can tell he doesn't write fantasy. "I like yours," His eyes bright. I put the story in my backpack and take a little sheet of paper and write, Do you like me Yup? Circle: Yes or no I slip it in his bag and pretend as if nothing happened. The bell rings and class is dismissed. I run to my car, and drive to back to my psycho au
nt, my psycho life.
==Movie's POV==
I sit in the corner thinking during lunch. Thinking about my parents and brother, they just went to go run some errands. They never saw the truck that killed them.
The football team glares at me menacingly. I try to ignore them as I eat my sandwhich. Just as Micky gets up to come over here and beat the (explict) out of me a girl sits next to me. I sit there holding my sandwhich... trying to understand why she would sit here. I'm not sure if I should say 'Hi' or what... I sit there for a few minutes before blurting out a "Hi."
"Hey," she says back kindly. An awkward silence... "So whats up."
I really don't want to talk about my family so I say a quick, "Nothing." Then she moves RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I'm a little creeped out, but at the same time it is nice to talk, even if its just quick one word sentences.
"You know if you need someone I am always there for anyone," she says. I draw a blank.... seriously a girl I just met offered to give me help. She must have somthing the matter with her.
"Uh... thank you."
I'm saved by the bell and I race off trying to escape that girl. But she strodes up to the locker right next to me. "Wow this is crazy." She smiles at me. No matter how strange she is, I guess she worth a shot. I give her a half-smile and say "Yeah."
Then I grab my books and I'm off to English. The new teacher is kinda pretty, but I ignore her as I doodle a quick little cat face on the corner of my paper... trying to get the eyes just right.... then I draw a quick smiley face and begin a portrait of the girl from lunch.
I glance at the clock... it already almost half over. I finally begin the worksheet that was handed out when a figure blocked my light. I glance up half expecting Mick
y, but it's just the teacher.
"Your Movie?"
"Um... yeah?"
"Would you like to join the writing club?" She asks. In reality she is asking "Do you want to get beat up for the rest of the school year?" Like that's not going to happen anyway.
"No thank you." I polietly reply.
"I'm sorry but it is not optional for you," she says "We'll be meeting 7th."
I sigh, probably some type of councling program. I denied it every time it was offered.
*
When the people flood into the room I retreat into the corner. I stand by myself watching the others. I spot Skye and Nikki who I think are such (explict). They prance around like they own the school, hooking up with the most popular boys, mostly jocks. I wonder if Skye remebers we dated for a week. I quickly broke up with her when she became too possessive.
I spot Aria, she looks around with a certain kind of kindess in her eyes, like she is ready to give everyone a chance at changing. Well this is high school, fat luck of change here. I decide to roam around, looking for familiar faces.
I end up next to two boys. One has a fake arm, the other looks like a regular kid. I think about saying hi, but decide against it.
I head back towards Aria when Skye steps in front of me. She glances at me and then laughs, says "Missing Mommy?" and moves on. I hold back tears as I flee to the corner of the room.
*
I try not to cry as I remember my mother. She was so gentle, her soft brown eyes could tell when you needed a hug, or a batch of brownies. I loved her brownies. They weretalk soft and chewy, I would kill just for another batch. She was going to get me some eggs, cause I had just failed my first test of the year and one of my friends had started a rumor that I smoked weed (100% FALSE)
I came home angry with myself and the world. I just went to my room furiously and blasted some music. She called up to me asking if I wanted some of her brownies.
"What ever." I called back.
"Ok sweetie," she sayed, her voice filled with her never ending patience. "I just got to go get some eggs." My father offered to go if they could stop by the hardware store and my brother wanted to get some weird foriegn Muscle Milk. They even offered for me to come with them. Of course I said no bluntly.
*
I try to tune everything out as the teacher calls the class back to order.
==Chapter 2: Blake POV==
Well I walk to lunch acting all normal I get a spot on the line right behind this girl. I think her name is Ariel...Or Aria Im not sure but I like her kinda style. Then I hear a big THUD I look and see Aria she is like mad....But I know she will cool down. I talk to her "Hey! Are you ok?" She laughs "Yeah that was pretty funny" We both smile. "I have to go talk to you later" and she leave to get lunch. I get my lunch and walk to see where Aria went but then I see she is sitting with Movie. Me and Movie have never met but I once stared at him while he was being beat up. "I should have done something" I tell myself then I grab a seat on the right. I see a girl with Blonde hair and she is laughing. She says "Hey! I'm Hannah" and she smiles 'Hi" I stare at her she is just so funny and her golden mane. She is laughing.
*
Hannah comes to me "What do you have next?" she a sk me "I have English. What about you?" I ask hoping she does to "That's crazy! I also have English! Come on" She grabs my hand and pulls me down to English class. We both grab a seat next to each other and we talk "Mr. Monror I would to invite you to join the Writing Club" my teacher ask me. "Um...Sure" I say then he says "Same with you Hannah" Hannah gives out a squeal of excitement. "Hell Yeah!" I laugh so does she".
*
We get into class and sit together I see other people are here. But I notice that Aria is here. Also Nikki and Skye. I whisper to Hannah "How did they get here. I am pretty sure that they have an IQ of 2" Hannah cant stop but to burst laughing then Class begins.
==Chapter 2-- Addie's Secret==
Ahh... The lunchroom. The place where soda gets poured on your head, and spaghetti 'mysteriously' falls down your shirt.
I walk up into line, and I see Nikki arguing with the lunchlady, poor Linda, Nikki yells at her every day. She's an old friend of my mum's. Nikki slides the tray that Linda gave her, and it hits me, and I bump into the girl behind me, Aria, I think her name is.
"Hey! What the heck?" She yells, her yellow feathery earrings flying in front of her shoulders. "Sorry, a tray hit me!" I apologize. "Oh it's fine, I bet Nikki and Skye did that." She laughs. I go and sit with some girl named Kseniia, who seems to be sitting alone, like that Four kid who always sits alone- always.
Kseniia begins to stare at something on my arm. "What?" I ask politely. "You're bleeding." She says in a strong Russian accent. I look at my arm and think "Oh shit," when I see that I am bleeding. "Oh. Thanks Kseniia." I say, and begin to sop up the blood with a serviette. "You can call me Senna." She says. Just then, my algebra teacher walks over. "Ahh, Adair Swift, there you are." Miss Alloway says. "Would you like to join a writing club?" She asks. "I'm not typically interested in a writing club." I say. "Well it's not optional for you. Kseniia you can come if you want to." She says, and trots away. "Please come Senna, I won't know anybody there but you." I plead. "Okay, I did feel like a writing club anyways."
I smile and then return to the subject of my bleeding arm. It was near my wrist, and there were other red scars and scabs there too, because ever since the first rumor that I smoked, I've been cutting my wrists. It all started the first week of school, and Skye claimed she saw a cigarette package near my locker, and one was burnt, so she texted this to everyone in the school.
I then was so depressed that I went home, and I didn't go back to school the next day.
I was cutting celery the next day, and dropped the knife on my wrist due to the trembling of my fingers. I dropped about ten other knives, and I relized that it didn't hurt at all, and that it lessened the pain, so every time I would get teased, which was almost every day, I'd cut a slit in my arm, and when it scabbed over, the next day when I'd go to school, I'd cake on layers and layers of foundation to make it seem like I didn't slit them.
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7th period, the writing club. I don't want to go, but I have no choice. At least Senna is going with me. Senna is very kind, and I told her my secret, because she's my first real friend. I sit down, and Senna sits beside me.
On my other side is Four. "Hey, what time is it?" some kid asks him. "Did you know... I'm not a clock?" Four answers, and I try my best not to laugh, but I have to let out a small chuckle.
I just chat with Kseniia until the class starts.
==Chapter 3: Yup's POV==
I found out in an email from Mr. Brooks that we had a project due on Friday. It was Tuesday, and I was terrible at artwork. Why can't it just be writing? I asked myself. I work on the painting project a little, and go to school.
I had such a terrible day. I accidentally dropped my backpack and all my stuff spills everywhere. A Senior picks up a note I haven't seen before (the Senior is the same one that tried to push me in his locker). And reads: Do you like me Yup? Circle: yes or no He and his friends laugh out loud and throw the note in the garbage can. But I saw in the corner of my eye, the girls that looked cute were watching in a corner, also a boy with a eye patch and another boy were in another corner and they looked like they felt sorry for me. I clean my stuff up and I'm tardy for 1st Period. Mrs. Newark goes haywire on me and yells like crazy. Writing club starts today I thought. Well I'll be excited for that. The day finally drags on until Writing Club. I see a few people I've seen, like the cute girls, and the guy with the eye patch, and the boy's friend. We all introduce are selves, the boy's friend is Andrew, the guy with the eye patch is Sev. The cute girl that slapped me was Skye, and her friend was Nikki. Will was also there too, which I was excited about. Mr. Brooks and Mrs. Sanchez seemed pretty nice, but even they snickered at my name. The only people that didn't were Andrew, Sev, Will, Skye, and Nikki. I was surprised that Skye and Nikki didn't snicker. We'll start writing tomorrow, and the Writing Club is after school everyday. "Writing Club will be my favorite period by far" I said aloud. Sev and Andrew came up to me at the end of the day and asked "You want to be friends with us?"
==SKYE'S POV==
Nikki joins me at my place to work on "homework". Really we're just lazing around listening to taylor swift. Nikki checks her make-up in the mirror. And I stare at my guitar with longing.
"So what did you think of the writing club?" I ask casually. Nikki reaction is obvious and definite.
"Ugh. I cant even believe I, forced to do that. Stupid." She remarks.
"I know right." I say acting just as annoyed. Truth is, I can't wait for the writing club tomorrow.
1. Mr.brooks is going to be there. The best teacher, and friend there is. 2. I like writing. I like creativity. The only thing I wish wasn't there. Was Nikki. I can't be myself in that group with her there. is it possible that she is enjoying it to? No. It can't be. She's not that good a actor. I sigh, and fall back on the bed. "So. Who's cute this year?" She says, wanting obvious girl talk.
" I don't know. The same ones that were last year." I reply.
" I don't know...that movie guys pretty hot. And Blake." She says not thinking much of it while applying a new coat of mascara.
" yeah. They probably are. Didn't notice much." I say staring at my roof picking a splint end from my blond hair. A small bing comes from the computer. I walk over to is and slim in my chair. There's a group email sent to a bunch of people.
"hello group. Mr. Brooks here. Sorry I couldn't make it to the lesson. But I have your projects for the Day. I have a painting (here). Using that painting, you want you to set a small story line. A character base, and a short plot. I want you all to write a scene describing the place. I want it to include, a short dialog. It is a difficult task, considering you only have a small scene. But it will set your potential. Tomorrow you will read it out to your members. Thank your and good luck. "
I click the link, and up comes the picture. My picture. I painted that painting.
Luckily, my name isn't on it. So no one will know who it is from. I glacé at Nikki nervously. Once she's done reading, she sighs. "Ugh. Now we have extra home work. AHH" she mummers collapsing in the bed.
==Chapter....are we even doing these? Nikki==
Homework. I look at the email on my iPhone. The picture is familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Hmm. It was beautiful. Vibrant colors, nice value, and complementary tones. No, what was I saying. I couldn't think like that. Painfully, I thought of freshman year. I had been so excited about art, spouting off about all those terms.
But they just laughed at me. Funny, they thought. That a pretty girl had something in her head. After episodes like that, I quit art. Saved my sketching for when no one was there. Eventually, I started taking art classes out of town, where no one would know me. It gave a sort of satisfaction, letting the charcoal stub fly across the page.
We were each sent a notebook by the school, to record our stories in. Skye's lay unopened on her bed. I tried to talk like a girl. Who's cute, who's not, who belongs in a ditch. It was tedious. Who would-or could- care? But Skye talked. And that's what's expected.
I used to think I could be myself. But I realize how stupid that is. Does SHE know I take art classes? Does SHE know I play piano and violin? Does SHE know I wear contacts, and glasses at home? I had kept so many secrets from her. All those secrets were stored in my basement, locked away where no one could find them.
But I was procrastinating. While Skye doodled on her math homework, I ripped open the package from school. My new notebook. But something about it was different. The front left me puzzled. Nicole. Hadn't been called that in a while. In fact, I didn't think anybody but Skye knew my real name was that. It was etched in silver, cursive. The background was a simple seascape. I remember painting a watercolor like it.
It made me remember being in the ocean. My dad wasn't always a millionaire. Before we won the lottery, we were plain. Simple. He would take me to the beach sometimes, and we would build sandcastles. The whole family would go. Nowadays, I wonder If i could catch my parents in the same room. They're always busy. Work. Yoga. Work. Before I drove myself to school, I had a chauffeur.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I restrained. Skye was right across the room, and I didn't want to show my sappy feelings. I looked at the picture. Did that child have parents that were always there? Maybe they did, but then they were busy. Forgot to take their daughter or son to a special place. Instead, rented him a nanny. Let their nanny share special times with him. And then, when he got old enough, let him do what he wants. Not knowing the sadness they imprint upon the child.
Before I realized it, three pages had been written about what happened to me. In the child's point of view. The way, his parents would take him to the place that felt like magic at the time. But eventually forgetting their bond. My story sat in front of me, full of my past. I didn't even remember writing it. Just closing my eyes, hearing the crashing waves in my ears, blinking, then seeing the product. In my focus, I noticed Skye writing. I looked down, and then up more noticeably. Skye slammed her notebook shut.
"Boring. How can they expect us to write a story on that old thing?" She rolled her eyes.
"I thought it was...pretty." My voice was distant. My story. My pain. It was in that painting. I could feel it.
"...whatever." But Skye's eyes told a different story.
"I'm going home now." I announced, standing up abruptly. Skye nodded, and I drove home, hearing words from my composition in my head. ...forgotten...left behind...unimportant. The tears started up again, and I didn't restrain myself. When I arrived at my house, my shirt was dotted with tears. All i could do was run up into my room and jump onto my bed.
When I had straightened myself up, I went to the basement. In the back was a locked room. Storage, I would tell my friends. But it wasn't.
Inside was my piano. My easel. Art supplies. My bookshelf. My desk. Everything that a popular wasn't supposed to have. I sat down at my piano, playing away my sorrow. I might have been there for hours. But it was fine. Because all I knew, and only me, was my true identity in that basement room.
I would go to school tomorrow. Put on a fake voice, smile, and attitude. But right then in that moment, I was real.
==Chapter 3- Addie's POV (some of us are... I think)==
The next day during writing club, I am forced to sit beside Nikki, being late, because I'm forgetful.
I look over at her, and her notebook on her desk. It says Nicole on it, instead of Nikki. "Nicole. Pretty name." I say so only she can hear. She looks unsure of how to respond to my comment. I figure it's going to be something snappy and/or rude, but she just mutters; "Thanks."
I smile, and she peers over at my notebook, which I left open to the story about the painting. I close it, and she looks at the name on the cover. My real name. Adair.
"You're name isn't Addie?" She says in suprise. "No, my parents have called me Addie since I was in kindergarden, so I told everyone my name was Addie." Nikki smiles. "How many pages of a story did you write?" I ask her. "Three." She says. "I wrote five." I say.
"Want to read each-other's?" I ask. "Sure." Nikki whispers, and hands me her notebook. I open the first page, and start reading. I can feel my blue eyes widen as I read her story. A story of a child forgotten. It touched my heart, and made me read it over and over, until Nikki was finished mine.
She looks like she liked it, and hands back my story.
Nikki's story made me think. Maybe this isn't a made up story. Maybe this is someone speaking. Maybe this is Nikki's life story, put into a notebook.
I think back to my life story, the story of Adair Ceceily Swift, who's brother was condemned to a hospital bed, and she only got to see him at Christmas. Who's mother commited suicide. Who's father was hauled off to war and she hasn't heard anything of him since that year.
Nikki's story makes me think, maybe there's someone deep down below the Kenneth Cole heels, Gucci handbags, Michael Korrs dresses and makeup.
Maybe Nicole Layla is a completely different person than she appears.
==Ugh, no chapters for me MOVIE'S POV==
I get the note book with my name on it: William Movies (no my name is not William, just for this story)
Then I receive a email with an attachment of a picture. They say that I need to write a story about it. Just that: Write a story. I don't wanna be part of this stupid group... no matter how much the people act nice to me, but I'm so bored and worried that my uncle will be home soon that I don't have a choice.
I sigh as I stare at the picture. I stare at the trees, they seem to be swaying in the breeze. Sometimes I wish I could just float... float above the horrors around me. I just want to float away, to a place where I will never be judged, or harrassed.
I want to go to a place where I can be sure that no one will use me, or ignore me. Cause thats all anyone does to me anyway. I'm used and then ignored. Time after time... even before the accident. My girlfriend used me to get "popularity points" then afterwards, it was like I was nothing.
I stare into that picture. I stare at every little detail and when I spot the little boy, walking away from the town, I know that this is my story.
I tell the tale of a boy who's been tossed aside, abandoned by his family.
He is harrassed and bullied and tossed down every time he stands up. He can't take it so he runs. I create the tale of a despert boy, trying to escape his life. He runs and runs, but it always catches up. No matter how fast or how long it is always right behind him.
As I reach the ending I begin to tear up, cause I've reached the point of my life.
The boy finds a small band of misfits just like him. He realizes he is not the only one running and hiding.
Now, I'm not sure where to go from there, I don't know what I want for myself.
Just then, the front door slams open. My uncle staggers in drunk as a skunk. He spots me at the computer and says "Wach you lookin at?"
I look down, "Nothing."
He wobbles over to me and grabs me by the scruff of the neck. "It better be nothing (explict)" Then he staggers away to his room.
I turn back to the computer and decide to go with a happy ending.
== Chapter 3 Will's POV ==
"Where have you been?" My aunt yells. "At school," I say, looking at the ground. "You are an hour late!" She screams hitting me on the side of my head. It is with so much force, I stagger back and try to find a way to escape. "I was writing my feelings, something you wouldn't get!" I shout back. My aunt is furious, her eyes filled with flame. She takes off my glasses and shatters them, and picks up the shards and cuts my arm open. I scream, a pool of blood is already developing, I run upstairs blindly and somehow make it up there. I reach the bathroom and start looking for my other pair of glasses. I fumble through the drawers, until I find it. I can see clearly now, including the disgusting arm that I decide to wrap up. I don't even know why to fight anymore. I then stumble into my room where I see I got a new email. It's for writing. It's a picture, it's so beautiful with vibrant colors, I wonder who painted it. I grab my notebook, the one my dad gave to me the day before his death. It is blue leather, my favorite color. It has butterflies all around the edges, and it says "To My Willa, May All Your Dreams Come True" I write a lot of fantasy stories so he decided to give me this to write in. I take out my pencil and try to figure out what I want to write about. An idea forms and I decide to go with it. "My parents died years ago, without notice by a terrible accident, and I want them back, but somehow someone else decided to replace them, only because she was the only one left. She wanted me, her prey to suffer her pain. I do, everyday, but I am not strong enough to go back up." I sigh, I can't do anything basically, I want someplace I can run away, to be free from everything I ever had, where no pain is here, no bloody arms, or sadistic people. That can't be possible though. Everybody is so mean to me, the only person is Yup and maybe Nikki, I know she's not that stuck up popular she acts like. She is so sweet and kind, if only people could see her really. I close my notebook. I realize how lonely I am. I adjust my glasses and send the story to the teacher, and get a response a couple minutes later. Very good, I want to hear more from you in class, but I am wondering, where did you get your story idea? I wish he could know, but I would be sent to an orphanage, I don't want to go there. I type that it just came to me. I hope that's safe. I heave a sigh and close my laptop and try to forget all that happened. (finish later) ==
==Skye POV==
You didn't tell anyone I did it right?" I ask desperately.
"No. I know how sensitive you are about that. I would never do that to you Skye." Mr. Brooks says.
"Thanks Mr.Brooks." I say looking down.
"Please, call me John from now on. Mr. Brooks is far to formal." He smiles.
"Alright John it is." I blush.
"Have you done the assignment yet?" He says getting somewhat excited.
"Yes. But, I don't think it's much good." I looks down and hold my book close to my stomach.
"Can I see it?" He asks politely gently taking the book from me. I nod at him, and drop my arms on to my lap so he can take it from me. He opens the blue swirled book to the last page that was written on, and I watch as his memorising eyes scan the page line by line. It takes him a few minutes, but he finally closes the book softly.
"Why don't you how people that Skye?" He asks me Turing his entire body towards mine.
"What are you talking about?" I ask quizzically.
"I've seen the way you treat the other kids. That not how you talk to me, and that's not the same person that write that master piece. I know I should be consent rating on the question but....he notices me other then when we're talking?
"Look, I don't even understand what your talking about." I say turning my body from his, and staring at the floor.
"Don't play dumb. You and I both know how smart you are." He says flipping his hand.
" all I'm saying is. The Skye I know, and the Skye that write that, is a amazing wonderful, talented, nice, smart, not to mention beautiful girl. The Skye you choose to show the rest of us, is just a bully." I'm about to say something, but instead the kids if the writing club pile in. He stands from his desk we have both been sitting on, and passes me the notebook.
"I know they would love to meet the beautiful girl I know." He whispers to me.
==Nikki's POV (Honestly! Even i get tired of myself)==
Lately, one word has described me. Awkward.
I keep TRYING to act normal, but I can't. It might be because of my newfound hobby or writing. Fortunately, nobody knows. But the problem is, i keep getting significant glances from Will and Addie. They keep acting like we're friends. But i really don't know what i am anymore.
To top that, i keep getting pestered by Mr. Brooks and Mrs. Sanchez about sharing my stories with them. Obviously, i refuse. I would NEVER show ANYONE what i've written lately. Don't laugh, but...I've been writing romance. That sappy, sweet stuff about girls meeting the wrong guy, but ending up with someone they had never imagined. That junk. Everything that never happened to me. I guess it's just my personal fantasy: to end up with a guy who doesn't like me for my appearance.
The result of all of this is a cluttered, unfocused Nikki. I dropped my lunch twice this week, started writing backwards on school assignments, and Bump. Into. Freaking. Everything.
"Honestly, this week has been tedious." I confess to Skye as i flop down into a beanbag chair in her room. She is silent for a second, rubbing the wooden knob on her bedpost. From experience, i know to be on watch for lies when she does that.
"Yeah, it has." she says softly. But her eyes are distant and misty. When i see that, I know immediatly what that means.
"So who is he? Kyle? Sean? Jacob?" I ask excitedly, knowing shes thinking about a boy.
"What?" She says as she snaps out of her trance.
"What guy are you thinking about? Don't leave me hanging!" I persist.
"Well...there really isn't anyone." But I see her rubbing the bedpost again.
"Suuuure." I sit up in the beanbag chair and roll my eyes. "I'm sure he's someone you don't want me to know about."
Her immediate blush confirms my assumption. Falling back on her bed, she starts to talk.
"Well...okay don't laugh. I was thinking about..Sev." When she confesses that, i gape at her. Skye- one of the most popular girls at our school, crushing on Robo. That makes NO sense.
"Excuse me?" I gape.
"I just thought...he doesn't desrve all the grief we give him." The words are followed by a perceptible blush.
"I..." My mouth opened to give a snappy comback, but i stop. What if she is right? After i started talking to people who weren't popular, i started to think... No, i couldn't afford thinking like that. "Look, we can't think like that. Honestly, who is going to take us seriously with that attitude?"
"Whats that supposed to mean?"
"I'm just saying, do you, or do you not, want to be popular?"
"Well..." I can definitely hear wistfulness in Skye's voice, but she also has a tone of remorse. "Look, I'm just tired of pushing people down to get ourselves up."
"So you don't want to be-" I start
"A bully? No, i don't wanna be one." She gives me that stubborn look that always means that we're at a point of no return. But i coninue.
"Look, i can't say being a bully is my favorite thing to do. But being stuck with losers who are spit at isn't a great position either."
"Because we're usually the ones spitting at them!" Skye counters fiercely. A venhemence in her voice stops me. I had never heard her so angry- that is, excluding the time another girl tried to take the last pair of Prada heels on Black Friday. But thats a different story.
"So you don't wanna be friends." I whisper softly, disbelievingly.
"No, I-" She hesitates. "Not if it means using our friendship ganging up on people."
"Then it's settled." I breathe, and walk out the door.
***
I didn't like it anymore then Skye did. As i rode home, tears stung in my eyes, and I made no attempt to stopper them. They poured down my cheeks, and left a thin trail as I went inside my house. The house was empty- nothing special.
The basement. That is the first place i go. In my secret room, i pour my heart out in the journal, slashing my pencil across the page. Tears dot the story- the story of two friends. Best of friends. Partners in crime. Popular queens. I don't even take time to wipe the tears from my wet face. All i can do is breathe and write. Write about their fun, their hardships, and their breakup. The ending isn't a happy one. At the end of the sixth page, I write something.
Friendship is never easy. But I know now that you need to know your friend to have a good one.
Bitterly, I know it's the truth. Like me, there's another side to Skye. But I don't know how different- or similar- they are.
I open a cabinet, and grab a canvas. Paint splashes across the canvas, and I take no caution in the process. My paintbrush moves on it's own accord, strokes fueled by anguish and tears. The result isn't why I paint. The therapy in that one painting calms me enough to help thin the tearfall.
On a normal basis, my paintings are great. Amazing, I had once heard. But this painting is a style unknown to me. Brazen strokes in monochromatic tones strike the canvas, looking anything but peaceful.
But the focal point is what surprises me. The way I drew the volcano- the fiery, bittersweet eruption- it reminded me of how i felt. Exactly. Maybe the painting was just a symbol to me. But to me it meant more. I thought of my true identity, the one i slipped into when i entered into this hidden paradise. The one i shed in the day. The identity that survived years of popularity. The identity that i was throwing away, piece by piece, into the pit of magma.
The identity that got stronger every day.
==Skyes pov. Sorry Guys its only short, but SOMEONE (Nikki) did some damage in the last chapter. So im on damage control.==
The fight was crippling. I didn’t know how to act.
One moment I had John in my ear telling me to show everyone who I was, to change. And in the other ear was Nikki telling me not to change.
Who am I then?
I’m torn, confused, Astounded, but most of all. I’m alone.
In this big house. All alone. The tears run down my face. I don’t know who I am, what I want to do. Who I want to be.
I wasn’t wrong about Sev, he doesn’t deserve the torment, but I don’t love him. I don’t have a crush on him. Its not like that. It never has been. I’m lost. Alone. 
The toxic tears burned my face. I walk to the floor length mirror. That face, that hurts people, that bullied every kid in the school.
I run to the bathroom and splash the water on my face, fearlessly scrubbing off the layers of make-up. After a few minutes I take the towel, tightly shutting my eyes, I take the deep purple towl and wipe my face.
I haven’t seen my face without make-up for 3 years. I even wear it to bed.
I slowly lift my head reveling my face. My eyes look smaller without the eyeliner. My eyes are a bit red from the crying, and scrubbing. My skin has always been clear, but it still seems a bit pale. But for the first time. I’m me.
Now I just have to decide who me is.
I pick up my phone from my pocket, and dial his number.
“Skye? Why are you calling me?” His deep voice asks obviously shocked.
“Movie. Can please come over? I need to talk to you.” There is a moment of silence, maybe he’s just considering weather this is some sort of a joke. We only dated for a week. It was obvious in that week he cared for me. I just hope he still has some sort of emotion for me. He’s the only one I know close to a friend. Truth is. That was a good week.
“Please.” My voice wavers. It’s evident in my voice that I’ve been crying.
“Ok, come over.” He say’s softly.
==Four's POV==
"Mom.Mom.Wake up.Cmon mom,wake up.Do not die on me.I mean it mom.Stop acting like your dead because you're not.MOM! Wake Up,MOM!! Wakee u----"
I woke up,sweating,panting,my bed sheets wet because of the sweat and tears that I excreted.
The nightmare hunted me for years.I cannot go over it.I cannot go over my mom's death.
I was seven when she died.I was seven when she was murdered.I was devastated but my father,he's condition is worse.He became crazy,hoping mom would come back to life.
I started living on my own then,with little support from some of my relatives.
I started thinking that my life's the worst.I started thinking that no one can be trusted,no one can be friendly.They can be there and murder you anywhere.
I continued my life trusting no one.No one except myself.
Ive became a loner.
I got out of my bed and read what I wrote yesterday for my assignment.
It's not far from my real story.It's all about grief,depression,being alone.
I sighed.Thinking about my classmates on the writing club.But mostly I was thinking about a girl and the guy that kissed her.
I closed my eyes and tried to forget her
.I stood up,prepared myself for school,hoping no one will know about my real story but also,I want to have a friend.Someone I can trust.Someone I can relate to.
I grabbed my notebook,I grabbed the story of my life.
==Aria <3==
I am running through a hallway I fall down "Someone please! Help me!" I get up but as I am running my legs begin to stick to the ground then I see it coming I pull them off and opena door. Its a hotel there are people running. My legs again seem to slow down and I know it is coming so I run to a bathroom and hide at a corner. There are 2 people there also I can feel it coming and its getting closer!
"Ahh" I weak up startled. I look at my clock its 5 a.m "Time or school" I say as a joke a decided to take a jog. I cant help but I need to tell someone. I start to think the only person I am really close to is Movie. I run 2 miles and 2 miles back. 4 miles I go inside to get ready as I enter I see a bagel with cream. How good. I want it so bad but my body is refusing it I just walk away. I take a shower and see that I am early for school so I take my bike to school. I am really hungery but my body is telling me no. Once I get to school i start to write in my journel then school opens I hope to see Movie but I dont. I get to my locker and get my stuff and head to class. Then I smell breakfest and I see their is a morning buffet. I get close to it and im about to pick up something to eat but I dont and head to the bathroom. Their I do something unforgiviable. I head to class with tears in my eyes
Sorry It was short I didnt have much time
==Sev's POV. YUS!==
I stare at the notebook in front of me. The regular looking notebook that will soon hold my "Masterpiece", as the teachers in charge of the club called it. I stare blankly at the picture on the front. How the heck did they get that picture? Everything I did to keep my story quiet, and they simply paste it on this notebook. I force back the tears, but the flashback is unstoppable. I force open the cover and begin writing before I'm sucked into the past, my pencil capturing everything.
Seven. The year of my life when it all went wrong. When my life fell to pieces. I never forget the night. The night my parents tried to stop a robbery, only to be murdered in cold blood. I never forgot, how I saw they die, running, trying to save them. I never remembered the funeral, the one memory I was allowed to let go of.
But I do remember my uncle. A good man, except for his drinking habits. But he was all I had. He drank and drank and drank. It was awful. And worse of all, he made me come with him to the bars, the games, everywhere. Always he was drunk afterwards. And he always drove home. Never did he get any help. Never did he even allow some time to sober up. And one night, when I was 13, we both payed the price for his faults.
"Uncle Jacob, slow down!" I screamed uselessly. We were veering into the wrong lane. He replied with a grumble. Then I see two headlights, rapidly approaching. Our own are off. They don't see us. All I remember afterwards is the pain. Being thrown through the window. My arm crushed under a tire. The shard of glass, embedding itself in my eye. I begin to feel the pain in present time. As if the glass is still there, stabbing me again and again and-
I gasp. I tear myself away from the memories. I look at what I've wrote. The whole story of my life. Dotted with tears of sorrow and agony. The pages shaken and torn. But it's all readable. I drop my pencil and lean back in my chair. I feel the despair again. All of it hitting me. Hitting me as hard as the tire that snapped my right arm. As hard as the glass that punctured my lung. As hard as my uncle slamming into the pavement, with no one to help him.
Author's note: Sorry for the violence/morbidness of the chapter.
==OK that last chapt was crappy sooo just dont pay atention to that chapter. SORRY PEOPLES AK POV==
That blank notebook.... just stares in front of me, mocking me. I sit there in the empty house my cat high on cat nip, starts jumping around, and i think passes out.
I stare at the picture.... theres NO way that was just bought....someone made it, and i vow to find out, but right now i just stare at the picture. My hands start to sweat, i start to tremble, then the past overcomes my thoughts.
"Mom! Whens Dinner!" I yell playing with a candle with the number 5 on it.
"Almost done! Its gonna be a special Birthday dinner." She says happily. I get a whif of asaragus.
"MOMMY! YOU KNOW I DONT LIKE ASBERAGIS!" I yell.
"Its asparagus, and remember your dad is supposed to be here soon, so i made him somthing he may like and you will eat it." She says. I sigh then continue playing with my candle. I hear a knock, then i charge to the door open it, and there, stands 4 marines sulliting me.
"MOM?!" I scream, my mom walks in with a dish, she drops it on the floor. Burst into tears, then listens to the marines. MY DAD IS DEAD! Is all i heard. As the marines leave. My mom charges into the kitchen. I hear some fumbling then i hear a drop onto the floor. I run, there lays my mom dead. I run out, run away from my now scared life, and-
I wake up, sweaty, hands clammy, and cold my cat still past out. I write, i write and write and write. I put down onto the paper at the lower left corner. FICTION. Nobody will ever know my lifes story... nobody. Not even my secret crush, nikki will ever know....but i feel like i should tell Sev about it. I call him.
"Hello?" Sev says.
"Hey Sev...we need to talk."
==Chapter Whatever: Nikki AGAIN (GET YO FINGERS TYPING! Oh, and SECRET CRUSH?! Not gonna happen)==
School. I had been buried nose deep in my notebook the whole night, and I was dreading the next day. It would be hard seeing Skye again. I don't know what I'd do without her... But I put on a strong face and try to forget. When I look through my closet, it's like something has been cleared. Everything seems different. The sparkles on my tank top seem gaudy, the shortness of my dresses grotesque. But I pretend not to notice, to be "normal." But I question what normal is now.
My cell phone rings, and I flinch. My heart soars. Could it be Skye? But the caller ID says Bryce.
"Hey, party this weekend. You coming?" He says. I sigh. Nothing was the same. I didn't know...
"I-I can't," I lie. "Too busy. See you." I hang up quickly, and bury my head in my skirt. My stomach growled, and I obliged myself with an energy bar. It tasted awful, but i ate it. Everybody expects me to be rail thin, tall, pretty, and mean. But who am I? That diva? I know for sure, that isn't me. But what is?
I drive to school, and am greeted by a fanfare of excited sophomores.
"Hi Nikki!" One says energetically. They all nod and beam. I try to ignore them. Although I'm not sure where I stand in the whole matter that Skye and I fought over, I knew she was right about being a bully. Ignoring was probably the best I could do.
It taunted me, everybody acting normal. Except that everybody wanted to know where Skye was.
"Shes...well let's just say I'm not going to be hanging out with her for a while." I say, trying to avoid the whole truth. Luckily, all of the populars are airheads, and go with that explaination. Which brings the question, am I an airhead? I ponder this question as I grab my books from my locker. Having lockers next to each other made it hard to ignore my frenenemy.
She was docile, wearing no makeup, making no sounds. Her head was down, and I noticed her wearing soft ballet flats instead of her usual glamourous heels. Her face was hidden behind her locker door- on purpose, I guess. As usual, a possi of girls tried to follow her, but she avoided them stealthily.
At lunch, for once, I didn't get my "special" lunch. Quietly, I took a scoop of macaroni and cheese, along with a cup of fruit, a bottle of water, and a granola bar. The cafeteria was packed, as usual, but for once I didn't know where to sit. The Vista was crammed with populars, and my seat was empty. But I didn't want to sit there. I didn't know why. I just didn't. I glanced at one table. Addie, Will, Yup, a couple of other kids were seated. Something felt wrong with the Vista. I actually contemplated Will's table. But in the end, I sat at the Vista.
Baby steps, I thought to myself.
***
Prior to my assumptions, the day flew by. Before I realized it, it was already 8th period. Writing Club. I walked in alone, and, to my surprise (and I'm sure everybody else's), I sat next to Will. She gave me a small smile, and I actually returned it. Everybody was socializing and having fun. But I simply picked at my teal manicure, and sighed. The chips of polish came off thick and quickly. To amuse myself, I tried making pictures with the remaining polish on my nails.
"Having fun?" Addie stood in front of me, with a smile on her face.
"Nothing better then picking off nail polish." I comment dryly.
"I don't get you." The younger girl shakes her head, and walked off. What did that mean? I keep wondering, when I see something that shocks me. Unnoticed by the rest of the club, Skye is talking to Mr. Brooks. Okay, don't take this the wrong way, but Mr. Brooks is kinda cute. He could only be about 23 or something, and is attractive in his own way.
Skye is laughing with him, showing him something in her notebook. He smiles at her, and I notice something in their eyes. Could it be- Nah. That would be ridiculous. I walk by the pair, their laughter quickly tapers. She blushes, I caught her doing so out of the corner of my eye. Interestingly enough, Skye wears some less-then-savy clothing, but an expensive perfume I recognize. Ombre Rose, a perfume only available in France. I gave it to her last year for her birthday. Interesting.
While Skye looks at the floor, Mr. Brooks taps me on the shoulder.
"Nikki?" He asks.
"Yes?"
"I was just wondering, would you mind sharing some of your work today? Mrs. Sanchez and I have heard from everybody but you." He implores. So thats what he and Skye were talking about. I think.
"Um, maybe..." My voice trails off. I didn't want to share my stories, my personal, private stories.
"Great! You can just pick one and read it." He smiles.
"Um, sure." I grab my notebook, and flip to a story. "F-" I start to read one of my stories, but Mr. Brooks stops me.
"Not now! I meant, read it for the class." My mind freezes. Read these stories to the class? I didn't think so. But when I opened my mouth to argue, no words came out. Mr. Brooks beamed, and steered me to the front of the class.
"Welcome and good day!" he greets. "Today, we're going to start off with a reading by Nikki Layla." The class applauds politely. Skye doesn't, I notice. Mr. Brooks gives me a thumbs up and smiles. When he walks away, I face the entire room, feeling smaller then usual.
And I begin to read.
==Addie's POV==
I pick up the pairing knife, and walk slowly to the bathroom. I sit on the floor and think about what I'm about to do. I get butterflies in my stomach everyctime I do this, even though I've been doing this for 2 years.
I pick up the knife and raise it above my shoulder. I bring it down slowly, and cut open my pale pink skin on my wrist. I do it multiple times, and then I stop and sit for a while. I look at the scarlet liquid running down my skin, and let it run for a while. I then wash off the dried blood and look at the scars and new cuts on my wrist.
I check the time on my oven, and the glowing green letters read 11:06 PM. I put on pajamas and flop on the couch.
I shortly fall asleep, and in the morning, I decide not to go to school until lunch. I sit with Will, Yup and some other kids who question me where I was. I avoid answering by shoving macaroni in my mouth. I look up to see Nikki looking clueless and depressed. She holds a tray of macaroni (what?), and seems to be contemplating where to sit. I look into her eyes for a moment, and then she walks to the Vista.
I look back and she still looks mournful.
The day is slow. A math test (which I ace), and spend my free period with Kseniia.
Then the writing club.
I find Nikki, and look at her picking nail polish. "Having fun?" I ask.
"Nothing better than picking off nail polish." She replies dryly and melancholia.
I don't get that girl. One day she's the most widely known, most popular (and mean) girl in the school, and then she's sad and has to decide who to sit with at lunch, and picks off her nail polish when she usually yells at people for touching her nails.
"I don't get you." I reply and shake my head. I sit beside Kseniia.
Then life goes on.
==Chapter Whatever: Nikki AGAIN (GET YO FINGERS TYPING! Oh, and SECRET CRUSH?! Not gonna happen)Edit==
School. I had been buried nose deep in my notebook the whole night, and I was dreading the next day. It would be hard seeing Skye again. I don't know what I'd do without her... But I put on a strong face and try to forget. When I look through my closet, it's like something has been cleared. Everything seems different. The sparkles on my tank top seem gaudy, the shortness of my dresses grotesque. But I pretend not to notice, to be "normal." But I question what normal is now.
My cell phone rings, and I flinch. My heart soars. Could it be Skye? But the caller ID says Bryce.
"Hey, party this weekend. You coming?" He says. I sigh. Nothing was the same. I didn't know...
"I-I can't," I lie. "Too busy. See you." I hang up quickly, and bury my head in my skirt. My stomach growled, and I obliged myself with an energy bar. It tasted awful, but i ate it. Everybody expects me to be rail thin, tall, pretty, and mean. But who am I? That diva? I know for sure, that isn't me. But what is?
I drive to school, and am greeted by a fanfare of excited sophomores.
"Hi Nikki!" One says energetically. They all nod and beam. I try to ignore them. Although I'm not sure where I stand in the whole matter that Skye and I fought over, I knew she was right about being a bully. Ignoring was probably the best I could do.
It taunted me, everybody acting normal. Except that everybody wanted to know where Skye was.
"Shes...well let's just say I'm not going to be hanging out with her for a while." I say, trying to avoid the whole truth. Luckily, all of the populars are airheads, and go with that explaination. Which brings the question, am I an airhead? I ponder this question as I grab my books from my locker. Having lockers next to each other made it hard to ignore my frenenemy.
She was docile, wearing no makeup, making no sounds. Her head was down, and I noticed her wearing soft ballet flats instead of her usual glamourous heels. Her face was hidden behind her locker door- on purpose, I guess. As usual, a possi of girls tried to follow her, but she avoided them stealthily.
At lunch, for once, I didn't get my "special" lunch. Quietly, I took a scoop of macaroni and cheese, along with a cup of fruit, a bottle of water, and a granola bar. The cafeteria was packed, as usual, but for once I didn't know where to sit. The Vista was crammed with populars, and my seat was empty. But I didn't want to sit there. I didn't know why. I just didn't. I glanced at one table. Addie, Will, Yup, a couple of other kids were seated. Something felt wrong with the Vista. I actually contemplated Will's table. But in the end, I sat at the Vista.
Baby steps, I thought to myself.
***
Prior to my assumptions, the day flew by. Before I realized it, it was already 8th period. Writing Club. I walked in alone, and, to my surprise (and I'm sure everybody else's), I sat next to Will. She gave me a small smile, and I actually returned it. Everybody was socializing and having fun. But I simply picked at my teal manicure, and sighed. The chips of polish came off thick and quickly. To amuse myself, I tried making pictures with the remaining polish on my nails.
"Having fun?" Addie stood in front of me, with a smile on her face.
"Nothing better then picking off nail polish." I comment dryly.
"I don't get you." The younger girl shakes her head, and walked off. What did that mean? I keep wondering, when I see something that shocks me. Unnoticed by the rest of the club, Skye is talking to Mr. Brooks. Okay, don't take this the wrong way, but Mr. Brooks is kinda cute. He could only be about 23 or something, and is attractive in his own way.
Skye is laughing with him, showing him something in her notebook. He smiles at her, and I notice something in their eyes. Could it be- Nah. That would be ridiculous. I walk by the pair, their laughter quickly tapers. She blushes, I caught her doing so out of the corner of my eye. Interestingly enough, Skye wears some less-then-savy clothing, but an expensive perfume I recognize. Ombre Rose, a perfume only available in France. I gave it to her last year for her birthday. Interesting.
While Skye looks at the floor, Mr. Brooks taps me on the shoulder.
"Nikki?" He asks.
"Yes?"
"I was just wondering, would you mind sharing some of your work today? Mrs. Sanchez and I have heard from everybody but you." He implores. So thats what he and Skye were talking about. I think.
"Um, maybe..." My voice trails off. I didn't want to share my stories, my personal, private stories.
"Great! You can just pick one and read it." He smiles.
"Um, sure." I grab my notebook, and flip to a story. "F-" I start to read one of my stories, but Mr. Brooks stops me.
"Not now! I meant, read it for the class." My mind freezes. Read these stories to the class? I didn't think so. But when I opened my mouth to argue, no words came out. Mr. Brooks beamed, and steered me to the front of the class.
"Welcome and good day!" he greets. "Today, we're going to start off with a reading by Nikki Layla." The class applauds politely. Skye doesn't, I notice. Mr. Brooks gives me a thumbs up and smiles. When he walks away, I face the entire room, feeling smaller then usual.
And I begin to read
==Skyes POV Yeah i know. There annoing.==
“Its amazing.” John said breathlessly. The painting depicted a girl in the mirror, washing red and black off her face. The bush strokes where unsteady, and angry.
“And what are those colors?” He asks me.
“Anger. Pain. Sorrow.” I mumble.
“This is incredible.” He says again staring at the canvas with awe.
“Alright then. Enough from you.” I joke. I put my painting back in my bag. This is the first painting that I’ve kept.
“You look different today Skye.” John says with ponder.
“Well I am different.” I say with confidence.
Somewhere on the way to movies, I had resumed crying. I hadn’t even got to movies before I was stopped by a strong tone.
“Skye?” johns voce came from behind me.
“Mr. bro-I mean, john?” I said fully turned around. As soon as he nodded, I dropped my bag and fell back to tears. Turns out John lives about two streets down from movies house.
“Hey, its okay.” He pulled me close to his body and let me cry.
I spilled the entire situation to him. Everything, from my lonely life, to my fight with Nikki. It was all true, and for the first time. It was me. We sat in the park, and spoke. It was nice. It was finally evening before he had to leave.
“I suppose ill see you tomorrow?” He says hopefully.
“Depends if your there.” I joke.
“That’s the Skye I know.” He smiles. I stand with him, and hug him an awkward hug.
“Hang in there.” He whispers to my while his jaw if locked on my shoulder. He then gives me a comforting kiss on the cheek, and turns.
“Well, I’m glad to see your finally showing everyone you. You know, I actually like you better without the make up and 60 inch heals. Simple jeans and a tee shirt. Very flattering.” He smiles.
“Well, it was pretty cool seeing you yesterday without your teacher’s cloths.” I say
“Whys that?” He asks curiously.
“I Don’t know, its just cool. It’s like catching a dear in headlights.” I try to explain. We both start laughing.
“Yes, that’s the same.” He jokes. Nikki walks past us, and even the sight of her makes me tense. She is a different person no doubt, but even with her changed demurer. I was still intimated by her. John gives my elbow a quick pat, and then catches up to Nikki.
***
My mouth gaped open. Nikkis writing had the ability to wash over my bones. As much as I tried, I couldn’t disconnect my emotions from the words flowing. The wave of emotion would pulse though my body every ear splitting word. As it did everyone else. They all sat at attention, listening intently. Each word begged for more in the chorus of harmonious poetry.
When she was finished, the entire room lay silent. You could hear every intense breath. Eventually, john got back on his feet and ushered Nikki to her seat. She sits with her knees shaking.
“Well. Thank you Nikki. That was amazing.”
==Movies POV==
I walk through the halls slowly, my mind still trying to grasp what happened the other day.
Skye called me. Skye, of all people, asked me to come over to her house. I thought it was a joke, I mean I was the punching bag of the populars and she had the entire football team in the palm of her hand. But I went anyway, because I heard the dispare in her voice. She was desepert for some one to be there for her, how did I know? It's the voice that comes out of my voice everyday.
I got to the house and stood at the door akwardly before ringing the doorbell. Its only a few seconds before she yanks open the door and pulls me into a hug. I hesitate for a second before I hug her back.
When she lets go I see the streaks the tears have left on her face. I brushed away the ones threatening to pour out and said "Okay, so what happened?"
She lets out a small sob and then goes into a lenghty explanation. Nikki demanding her to stay the same while she feels the need to be free, how Nikki thinks she likes Sev and how Nikki then rideculed her for it. "I just don't want to be the monster that I'm becoming," she finishes with a sob.
I took her hand looked her straight in the eyes and said "Then don't. You can rise above Nikki, and all the other popular kids. You can become an amazing person. You just need to let your hatred, and pain out. You need to find a way to show the world that you are more than a snob, that you are a kind, caring person that I know is hiding deep inside you."
She looks at me with a small smile. "Thank you," she whispers and then leans in. All I could think of was Oh crud, she's going to kiss me. 
And she did. I let her for a few seconds before pulling away. "I gotta go..." I said. I brushed her hair out of her eyes and whisper "If you ever need anyone. I'll be there."
*** 
I walk into lunch and look around and spot Aria by herself. I smile at her and take the seat right next to her. Across the lunch room Skye glances over at me with sorrow. Great, now she thinks I like Aria. The honest truth is I'm not sure who I like. Skye seems to be some one who could understand my lonelyness but Aria is so peppy and strange that it is almost impossible not to smile around her.
Aria says that shes glad to see me and tells a story that I can't help laughing to. I glance at Skye again and see her storming out of the lunch room again. I quickly lie to Aria about going to the bathroom and race after Skye. It's too late. She is already gone...
Hurricane Sandy is hitting here so I might lose power. Sorry if the chapter seems corny. I'll let the girls decide who gets me. :P
==Chapter.. what chapter are we on? Anyway, this is Kez' POV==
BUZZ!!!
I wake up to the sound of my small silver digital alarm clock placed on my night stand. 
"Another lame day at school" I muttered.
I pressed the button on my alarm clock to keep it from buzzing any further and saw my notebook and a pen placed right next to it. 
I grabbed my notebook and put it right in my Gears of War messenger bag just to make sure I bring it to school with me.
So there I was walking in the halls of Devondale High once again. My day here yesterday was kinda lame, but it was nothing like a day that Kez Hunters can't handle. 
Just then my phone started to ring. I took out my phone and read the caller ID. 
I sighed then answered it.
"Yes, Mom?" I said.
"Hey! Have you had lunch yet?" she asked.
"I am on my way to the school cafeteria. Why'd you ask? and why are you calling?" 
"Well, since you left early this morning, you didn't get the chance to see your father--"
"What does he want? Mom! He left us remember?!" 
"It's not like that, sweetie. It's just that---"
"Whatever" I said as I hung up.
.
I rushed to the restroom and wiped away the tears that built up and fell from my eyes.
Why does my stupid father have to bother to come and see me and my mom anyway? He left us to be with that stupid monster girlfriend of his. I hate her. I hate him. I hate them both! 
As I washed my hands, I could hear someone crying from a nearby stall.
As much as I hated girls talking in the bathroom (Yes, I dont' wanna hear you yammering away while I'm taking a wazz!), crying or sobbing was an exception.
"Hello?" I said.
"Go away" someone replied.
It was a gril's voice. Obviously, it's a girls' restroom anyway.
"Umm ... wanna talk about it?" I awkwardly said. 
Suddenly the stall door opened revealing a familiar face.
(Okay. Any one of you girls would like to be that familiar face? :DD )
==It is time, for another SEVS POV. Now I know the last one was kinda freaky. NOW LETS TRY AND TOP THAT! MWAHAHAHAHA==
I listen intently as Ak tells his story. After my phone battery had died yesterday, I had felt awful about dropping the call. So we talk in person. How Ak's dad, who served in the military, died in battle. As he put it: "(expliciting) snipers, hiding from a fight like (explicit) cowards."
Then he moves on, to the fact that instantly after that his mother killed herself. And all this, on his birthday. Ak is sobbing a bit, the way he kinda does in bad situations. I can't help but feel a bit teary eyed myself. My life was far from great, but Ak, his parents, all he had lost, so quickly. Has he been through more than me? No way. No one has been through more than me. Ak's just a bit, less tough. No offense to him but it's true. I'm about to reply to him when Mr. Whatshisface walks up and interrupts. Insenstive A-hole. "Sev? Ah good, I have you written down to read your newest story, is it ready?"
Son. of. A. gun. I try to lie, hiding the opened notebook with my prosthetic, "Oh those were supposed to be in today? And besides I'm not a public reader either, so maybe someone else should do it today."
He doesn't buy it, mostly because you can still see the finished story underneath my arm. Dang fake limb. "Cmon Sev I'm sure it's great."
I sigh, over the years I learned not to argue with teachers. I give Ak a I-am-so-sorry-that-this-man-is-an-idiot face and walk to the front of the class.
Everyone in the room swivels and it goes silent. Tons of eyes boring into me. I begin reciting my tale of horrors. Everything. The murder, the accident. Tears swim over the edges of some of the people. The teacher leans in intently, rubbing his face every few lines. But I don't stop at the wreck, no, I keep going. I tell about the ridicule. The bullying. The Bullies, who can obviously notice I'm staring a dagger at them. Hard to do with one eye? Nope, just that much more intimidating. I finish my story in the present day, still filled with pain and torment. I close the notebook, plop it on John or whatever his name is's desk and face the class.
"Thank you all for listening," I say mockingly. I see the faces of the other club members, or, who's left. Some walked out sobbing about half way through. Others stayed. They're is not a single soul who isn't crying save Nikki, who doesn't want to run her make-up. I walk calmly back to my seat and sit down.
"So Ak, about this story of yours,"
==CHAPTER....NOPONY CARES==
As i sit down, Sev gives me that I-am-so-sorry-that-this-man-is-an-idiot face before he reads. I really dont know what he wants to talk about.
While listening to Sev read his story, i reailize im not the only one with a (explicit) up life. I dont know how he does it either.
I need to go so ill finish this chapter laters SORRY PONYS
==Chapter.....Yeah no im not gunna pretend we know whats going on! its skye people SKYES==
Sevs story was moving, and horribly depressing. His story only plunged me into deeper depths of morbid.
#For the agonizing pain he’s endured. 
#For me tormenting him despite his pain.
It made me feel and extreme amount of guilt. The worst emotion ever to exist, it made me feel like I wanted to throw up. John saw my discomfort, and everyone else’s. And decided it was my turn.
“Skye. Would you please read yours now?” He asks casually. I feel a sudden pang of fear shoot though my body. No, I can’t do this. Everyone knows that it was my fault Sev is so depressed, how am I supposed to go up there now? But somehow I did it. I don’t know if it was Johns comforting gaze. Or if it was Because I needed to be standing so I could run if everyone decided to attack me. Either way, I’m up beginning my first sentence in no time.
Unlike the rest of these stories, mine is totally based on fiction.
Its…Well. It’s a love story. I wanted people to feel a warm feeling in there heart, other then the pain I’ve been causing them for so many years. I wanted people to be happy and smile when they heard my story.
The tale of the strangers that meet that one windy day, obviously burns into peoples hearts. There is the occasional umm. And ahhs. Its obvious my story, although not horribly depressing, still had an affect on people. And for once I was…I was proud of myself.
***
Any sort of faint pride I had for myself quickly faded when I got home.
My mother at work, and my dad flying half way across the world to conduct “business” so I was stuck. Alone.
I felt utterly miserable, Sevs and Aks words pulsed though my head. I had caused them even more sorrow, by being a pain in the (explicit).
Usually when I was in a bad mood, I would write. Because it made me feel better. But, in this case, I didn’t want to feel better. I felt guilty for what I had done to everyone, and I felt like I needed to feel horribly depressed to somehow make up for it. No, I cant make-up for it ever. My brother used to tell me.
Even small acts of kindness can overcome even the most poisoned hearts.
Maybe now’s the time for a small act of kindness? I walk down the hall, to the art room my brother set up for himself before he died. I always love walking into the room, painting in this room. My brother resonated happiness. And this is where my brother was most happy. You could feel his happiness seep though the walls, in the air. In the paintings he has all up around the room. You couldn’t walk into this room without smiling. When I pain in here, I can almost feel him hugging me, guiding the paintbrush. But today was different, when I walked into the room, it didn’t feel like a warm hug, it had a dark, and gloomy air.
It was almost as if my brother knew what I had done to Ak, and Sev, and every other kid to dare show there face to me at school. He knew what I had done, and he didn’t want me to feel happy either.
I ignore the chill the room gives my spine, and walk to the canvas. I pick up a think paintbrush, and dip it into the grey paint. It felt different to when I usually paint, I’m not painting my emotions this time. I’m painting Sev’s.
****
Being the ex best friend of Nikkis, I know how to pick a lock.
I sneak into school early the next Moring, and pick Sev’s locker. Finally after about five minutes of trying, I finally get in.
I put the painting carefully in his locker, so has not to disturb, or snoop, any of his personal affects. I consider putting a note, but the painting says more then any words could. So instead I shut the locker, and lock it.
I know this wont make up for what I did. But a small act of kindness can go a long way.
==So it's Nikki's POV, and there are no more "Chapter Whatever" and such. Just say its your POV. That's all we need==
"And so then, I stuffed his head in the toilet!" The boys at the Vista cracked up, jostling each other all the while. They were laughing about their latest victim- Sev. But just the other day, I had heard his story. I had heard why he was like he was. I heard why nobody liked him.
"Hilarious man, nice work." Bryce slapped him on the back. An emotion overwhelmed me. Not just guilt- because I was once like this- but pure fury. They choose to ruin his life everyday, and find this a source of approval?
"You shouldn't do that anymore." I say softly, but my voice hard and unforgiving. Everybody at the table turns to me.
"What did you just say?" Chris, the senior who had stuffed Sev's head in the toilet, faced me.
"That was wrong." Despite the pressure on me, I kept my voice steady. This wasn't good for me. I knew it wasn't. Whatever i said could make or break my reputation.
"Chill, Nikki. You would've done the same." Bryce attempted to put his arm around me, but I pushed it away.
"Maybe last week. But I've changed. Doesn't it bother you that you're congratulating each other, because you just beat up a kid who you barely know?" My voice starts to crack, anger showing through.
"What, and you know him Nikki?" Mocks my "friend" Kelsey.
"Yeah, I do." When I heard his story, I felt like I had changed. Something snapped inside of me. It's bad enough he had a cruddy life, but I only made it worse. All I could do was bully him. Laugh at him. Demean him.
"She's been acting weird since she joined that writing club." Bryce whispered audibly. That was the final straw.
"Maybe I'm tired of wrecking peoples' lives because I feel like it. Is that weird? To finally care about something besides your makeup? Besides your popularity?" The severity of my voice silences the whole table.
"A-are you okay?" Kelsey looks at my suspiciously, her words shaky.
"Fine." I swing my purse on my shoulder, and storm away, tossing my tray into the dirty tray pile. The whole cafeteria seems to watch as I storm away from the table.
I run into the girls bathroom, and throw myself into a stall. As I predicted, it was empty, and my choked sobs echoed in the tile room. Hot, fast tears fell onto my bare legs, the salty pang on my lips. Nobody understood anymore. All I could be is the villain.
"Are you okay?" A sudden voice brought me to earth, and through my foggy eyes I noticed leather combat boots standing outside the stall. Whoever was out there was distinctly female, but with a defeated sounding voice.
"Just go away. I want to be alone." I choke my words out in a way that makes my voice catch, ending in a high warble. In my saddened state, I realize I didn't lock the stall door.
Kez Hunters- of all people!- comes in, her face tinged with pink.
"What do you want?" I grumble- or, I try to. My throat was sore From my incessant sobbing, and it came out as an unworldly sound.
"Nikki Layla?" Kez said it with such wonder and confusion that she might have well seen a dinosaur.
"Yeah, what?" I sniff, wiping away my tears. "Come to laugh at me?"
"You're...different. Your voice is lower then usual." Well spotted. I'm crying the Mississippi River, and she tells me my voice is lower.
"What, you think that squeak I normally talk in is my voice?" For the first time in a while, I talk in my natural tone, low and soft.
"...yes. But why are YOU crying in the bathroom?" Kez folds her arms and watches me intently.
"I could say the same." But her hair isn't a wreck, and her clothes aren't dotted with tears. But I can see red blotches on her neck and face- sure signs of crying.
"Parental issues." She answers stiffly, in a way that I knew the matter was closed.
"I'm crying because I'm a bully. A jerk. An idiot. A-"
"I get it. But why would you care? You've been being mean to the rest of us for years." Kez snorts.
"I guess I realized now who I am. And who others are..." My voice trails off, and I think about Sev. And AK. And Skye. And Kez. Their stories. Who are the people I bully everyday?
"Is this because of the writing club?"
"I guess...and I had a fight with Skye." I admit, the first time I had.
"You and Skye fought?!" Her eyes widen- Skye and I were always the closest friends every year, who never fought. Ever.
"She realized who we've been before I did." I confess, and put my face in my hands. All I wanted was a warm hug. Some hot soup. Maybe watch some Harry Potter- another one of my hidden skeletons. Before I realized what happened, Kez had hugged me. Me. Nikki Layla. Jerk, bully, idiot, and complete coward.
"I understand."
***
We skip the rest of the day. Kez and I talk for an hour while driving around in my convertible, and I finally understand. Her father left when she was young, leaving her and her mother to fend for themselves. She works two jobs, and skips periods often to work.
"I used to think you were just a slacker." I confess to her, after an hour.
"Ditto." She makes a face and I laugh.
"Okay, I admit, I'm not a complete airhead. It's just....nobody likes a nerd." I make an equally silly face, and we both crack up.
"Okay, Layla, maybe you're not so bad."
We drive to my house and Kez whistles. "Fancy place." I glance at my 4 story mansion, with white marble pillars, lush gardens, and servants.
"The compensation is never having your parents around." I say, and Kez looks at me sympathetically.
"Lucky. My mom always wants to know where I am, who I'm with, and if I'm okay. She's nice, but it gets on my nerves," Kez rolls her eyes.
"I wish my parents were like that..." We fell into an awkward silence as me climbed the stairs to the front. I open the grand mahogany door, and welcome her. "Welcome to my house."
Her eyes widen, but she pretends to be unimpressed. The foyer is huge, with the winding staircase and all. A grand piano. Crystal chandelier. Life is good.
"Nice pad." She says casually, as she looks over a pristine marble statue.
We walk into my room, and she plops down onto my beanbag chair. Of course, the chair is the only normal thing in the room. An amethyst chandelier, intricately carved wooden bed, fluffy swan down comforter. Simple stuff like that.
"Yeah, it's a dog's life for me." I inform her sarcastically.
"Can't you live....like a normal person?" She suggests.
"I don't know how..." I shrug with a half smile. Kez gets up and fingers my curls.
"We have a lot of work to do."
==Aria's POV==
Lunch time. I get in line to get food. Today is Burger day. How I want to eat it. As I get closer I get a hopeful look on it but I just turn in disgust and get a small salad. The last few days I have been feeling so weak. I cant do everything. As I am thinking to myself I see Movie walk in. He sees me and smiles and sits to where I am.
"Hey buddy! Im so glad to see you!" I tell him that when I really mean it
He responds but takes a quick glane at someone across the table I dont get a chance to look because he just gets my attentionn. I decide to tell him a joke.
"A blonde comes home from a day of shopping and discovers that her house is on fire, so she calls the fire department on her cell phone. 
"Please state the nature of your emergency," says the operator.
"Help! My house is on fire!" the blonde replies.
"Okay, where do you live?"
"In a house you silly billy!" the blonde replies.
"No,no! How do we get there?" the operator asks fustratedly.
"Duh! Big Red Truck!!" says the blonde"
He cant help but laugh then he takes a glance to another table and tells me he has to go to the bathroom. And He jolts off. I get out and as I am walking to my locker I feel weak and then I fall all is black. Then I wake up to the principal and lots of kids around me. And she takes me to her office and tells my mom to pick me up
==Chaper....NO PONY CARES! AK POV GUYS AND GALS!==
Ahh lunch time, and burger day, nice meat, and non of that vego crap that i see skye eat...SHE EATS FREAKING SALED EVERY FREAKING DAY! SHE WONT EAT MEAT! Its the weirdest thing ever!
So i grab my food, and sit down, my first day off of my cruches, and im loving it, i can acculy RUN from bullies!
Sev sits next to me.
"What up Ak?" He says taking a bite into his burger. I grab the ketchep bottle, and put some ketchup and old bay on my burger, then take a bite.
"Nuthin much, i got my crutches off last night!" I say happly. Appears i have drawn a crowed cause people are looking at me. I just continue eating my burger. Me and Sev continue to chat, then i ask something personal to sev.
"Sev...the car crash, was it painful? To see your uncle dea-" I stop, cause he just dropped his burger. He starts sweating, i can see the pain in his eyes, no doubt his in a flash back, then he lets out an ear poping scream.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
==Nikki's POV (Sorry AK, but idk what to do from your chapter. Besides, who brings that up?!)==
In Kez's rusty old pickup truck, we drive to school. For once, I don't feel self conscious. I know that every eye will be on me. I know that nobody will be the same to me. But this is my last chance. To be normal.
The previous day, Kez and I purged. My Gucci heels, Prada purses, and Dior dresses. Given away. I traded my heels for Converse. My hair clips for a hoodie. My skirts for jeans. And I never felt more free. Nobody to tell me my lip gloss was the wrong shade. Nobody to criticize my dress. I had looked in the mirror, and scrubbed off my makeup. And I saw Nicole Layla. Vulnerable, exposed, and free. Everything I had wanted to be- everything that I was afraid to be.
"You look fine, Nicole." Kez said, pulling my thick hair back into a ponytail. She smoothed my hair, and I saw Kez. Everybody thought of her as that tough, rude chick who didn't regard anybody else. Under her black eyeliner, combat boots, and piercings was a girl who cared. After she told me her story, I knew that there was just somebody hurting inside. Another way we were one in the same.
Two girls, both hurt by parents. Misery loves company.
"Thank you Kez. For everything. I mean-" Before I could finish, Kez hugged me. Which is huge. P
"Just make me proud." And I assured her I would.
Nobody noticed Kez's truck- that is, until I got out. I wore a flannel shirt, grey undershirt, baseball cap, and sneakers. My normally impeccable nails were chipped. And I loved the attention wasn't that I was different. It was that I was normal.
Nothing would change me back. I knew that.
This is what I had wanted to be for so long, but was too scared to. And maybe, just maybe, I had done it to get back Skye.
==Yup's POV Duppies!==
: I had left Sev's and Andrew's question about being friends. They didn't really seem interested either, maybe it was a joke to make me look stupid. While being great in the writing category of Writing Club, I was horrible at art. I had gotten a D in the painting, Mr. Brooks said I needed more creativity to it. Cows grazing on grass and a farmer waking up isn't creative? I knew that I'd love no one this year, Will could be a friend, but I couldn't imagine having a date with her. So the next day was the same as the rest, no fun, no worksheets, just stupid projects. My grades were getting lower and lower of each minute of each school day. Only Writing Club I was making a stable B. The rest were Cs or Ds. The next school day, I see Kez take Nikki outside when just about class is starting. I become curious and follow them, and see them ditch school. "What the hell is Kez thinking?" I thought. I get to class, finally taking my eyes off of the pickup. When I get to lunch, everyone stops and some trays drop when they hear this vicious scream "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
== Movie's POV==
I help Aria out of the car. She looks around at all the people staring at her. "Buzz off." I yell and everyone scatters, "Wow... that worked."
It has been two weeks since Aria was found passed out on the floor of the girls bathroom with a slash on her arms. I felt so guilty that I had left her there at that table to chase after a silly crush. Skye would break my heart in a minute. Aria had been such a good friend and I ignored her. I was determined to never let her out of my sight again. I visited her hospital room everyday after school, and sat with her through suicide classes.
I was not going to mess up again. I was not going to let anyone hurt her. I quickly lead her to the next classroom. I had requested that we were put in all the same classes so I could watch over her.
We got through math without a problem. As soon as we walked into Science I knew there was going to be a problem. Half the football team was there and the teacher was an assistant coach meaning they couldn't get in trouble.
I just sat next to Aria and ignored the snickers coming from Micky's direction. As class started the taunts begin, notes were passed and pieces of paper chucked at our heads.
Aria was trying to ignore it and I grew more and more fustrated. Finally, I raised my hand, giving a last ditch effort for support. "Yes?" Mr. Able asked.
"Well, some people were throwing balled pieces of paper at me and Aria." I quietly whispered the last part, "The football team mainly."
Mr. Able turn towards Micky. "Is that true?"
"No, actually Movie was chucking papers at us," Micky lies putting his head down like he was upset.
"Don't lie in my class Movie." Mr. Able spat at me.
"But-"
"Don't."
After that the taunts only got worse, they now whispered "Snitch..." "Rat..." and any other mean comment they could think of. Then Micky took it to far, "Why don't you just go hang yourself with your girlfriend snitch."
That was it. I stood up to punch him when the bell rung. As I he left I yelled at him "Go back to your *****y girlfirend you ***."
He turned around with a fist heading for my face. I grabbed it in midair and twisted his arm so far back that I was surprised it didn't snap. I yelled at him, "If you EVER come near me or Aria ever again I willl break this arm and the other before you can cry for mommy." I push him away and pull Aria away. I look around, the crowd of students was so dense only a few had seen the encounter.
I gave Aria a big hug as we headed towards English. I quickly pulled out my adgenda and copied the home work: Worksheet and Pages 111-121 due tomarrow Feb. 12
==Aria's POV==
Movie helps me out of my car. Its been days since I tried to commit suicide. All the names and sh*t but when I am with Movie everything vanishes I feel like I am in my own world. We walk to class I see everyone staring at me. But I dont feel a thing Movie is with me that is all the matters. We walk into English and I notice the football team is there. I have seen them have trouble with Movie so I just ignore them. I sit down and wait for class. After a few minutes I start to doze off but regain when something happend I dont know what but Mr. Able is getting mad at Movie. After class ends we walk then Movie stands up for me. He hurts Mickey's hand and I feel a tingle like Movie is my hero after he is finished he hugs me. Then and there I know. Movie is the guy for me. I get out my phone and type in Reminders Finish HW Worksheet pages 111-121 and I put it at remind at Feb. 11 and due Feb. 12
==Skyes pov. THATS RIGHT IM RE STARTING THIS STORY. IM VERY DISSPOINTED IN ALL OF YOU FOR NOT COTIUNEING THIS! Jks, but seriously. Someone needs to update.==
That night, there was nothing more I could hear but Sev’s ear slipping scream. And movies violent outburst to protect Aria. It all pooled in my head. But, not only that, my other encounter.
Once I heard Sevs scream, I got up out of the table to go to the bathroom. I don’t know if it was because of Sev, or because it all just overwhelmed me. But I needed to cry. The table I was at was empty. Apparently no one wants to sit with a former bully. I don’t blame them, I wouldn’t want to sit with me either.
I enter the bathroom with tears streaming down my face. I pass two gruff looking girls, who I accidently bump into.
“Excuse me.” I say. I have my head pointed down. The second girl step forwards.
“Skye?” She questions, I immediately recognize her voice.
“Nikki?” I say in shock. She’s dressed like some sorter biker chick.
“Are you okay?” I look at her with my jaw dropped. She has, no make-up on. Her features clearly need no highlights. There completely striking as ever.
“Come on Nikki.” The girl behind her says. I actually recognize her…Kez.. That’s her.
“Ok. See you later.” Nikki mubbles, and they both walk out there arms linked. I stand there frozen. So, Nikkis found a new fried. They seem very happy. Movie found a new girlfriend. Hey, even robo b- Sev. Even Sev found a friend.
I have nothing. No one.
I go to the one person I know I can trust.
I walk there, and knock on his door. He comes out, with no tee-shirt on. I stumble for a moment, and he looks shocked.
“Oh. Skye. Ugh…Hi?” He says awkwardly. He’s actually blushing.
“Hi. Um. Can I come in? I just…” I cant even the finish the last sentence without bursting into tears. He rushes to me, and holds me in his arms. And takes me inside.
? At the kitchen table, he puts a shirt on, and hands me a cup of coffee.
“You going to tell me what’s going on?” He says eventually.
“No.” I say plainly. He nods.
“Well, let me show you something then.” He says. He takes my hand and leads me down the hall. I actually never noticed it but. He has really big hands. They envelop mine. There really warm, and rough. Painter’s hands I guess. I try remember the feeling. It makes me feel warm.
He leads me to what at first I think is his bedroom, but, it turns out, is his art room. I look at the room in awe. Its filled with paintings bursting with colors. My jaw drops, and john laughs at my expression.
“Wow.” I say breathlessly. This is the best work I’ve ever seen.
“Well, I wanted to show you this, specially.” He flips though a few canvas, and pulls out a black and while charcoal drawing of a girl sitting with a pencil in her hair. Consternating deeply on a project. Her hair is set in curls, that she as un neatly put up…Wait. That’s me. Now, without all the make-up. Its extremely detailed. I try to refrain from screaming. Its perfect. Perfect.
“Wow. Wow. You…That’s me!” I say with surprise not letting my eyes get away from it.
“Yeah. I saw you today, in class. You looked beautiful. The way your hair sat, and your consternation. So, I had to take a mental picture. And when I came home, I had to draw it.” He says. He’s the first person that had ever said I was beautiful without all the make-up on. It feels good. It even brings a tear to my eyes.
“Can I have this?” I say picking it up. He laughs, and takes it back from me.
“Now way! This is my master piece. Of the most beautiful girl in the world.” He says admiring it. I take a step a bit closer to him, and he smiles.
“I was upset because I felt lonely.” I say softly. He turns to me, and looks at me deeply. God, he’s eyes are so memorizing.
“What about now?” He lowers his voice. He even goes so far as to hold my hips closely.
“I don’t feel so alone anymore. When I’m with you, I feel. Happy.” I say. I have to stare up at him He’s much taller then me, but only about…3 years older.
“That’s good. Hey Skye?” He questions. Our lips are dangerously close now. Im breathing fast, and my heart is pumping.
‘Yes.” I whisper.
“I think we should kiss now.” He says it as if he’s joking. But he’s facial expression is serious.
“I think your right.” I barely squeeze out the sentence before his lips are pressed to mine.
So, while i was typing this last part (I will admit this, because im a girl...and its what we do) I was like, slaming the keyboard. And, my heart was beating reallly fast....So. ya. But, ayways. SOMEONE UPDATE
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