??? I Don't Have a Title for This Yet.... It Goes Along with the Post New Story Idea... Please Read!
Okay so here's chapter one to the new story idea, which I have no idea what to name it.
To all of you who read the post I put out about my new story idea, thank you.
And to the following:
Mariah Thank you so much.
Shelby Thanks a ton I really love encouraging people J
Emily I'm so glad you will keep reading... and hopefully commenting.
Danii Thank you!
Pooja I'm so glad you like it. Thanks a lot!
really tall. yes they do. I'm very short, so I decided to make my main character short like me, but her attitude and style is definitely not me.
Thanks for commenting all of you. I love reading my comments and knowing people like my story.
So, I have no clue as to what the name of this story is.... so if any of you readers have an idea for a good title, please comment and let me know. thanks..
Chapter One
I drove into the school parking lot, unhappily. I pulled into a parking space and climbed out of my black truck. I grabbed my backpack and my black hoodie and slammed the door shut. Someone bumped into me and I dropped my backpack as something hot spilled all over me. I almost screamed, but it wasn't that hot. I looked to see who crashed into me. It was a new boy. I glanced down at my now wet black Disturbed t-shirt. I glared up at the boy... surprisingly only about two inches up. I'm short for my age. I'm 16, but I'm 4'11". Most of the kids at this school are 5' 3" or taller.
"Sorry." He bent down and picked up my backpack, and handed it to me with a sheepish smile. His warm brown eyes sparkled... don't think about his eyes! He just spilled coffee all over you! I argued with myself and looked away from his eyes, grabbing my backpack. I turned to leave. "Wait!" He said, grabbing my wrist. I yanked my arm away immediately and backed up. I have a big problem with people touching me, mainly because of my step dad. He beats me a lot, ever since he married my mom when I was 6. Even people I'm not scared of can't touch me. I don't really know why.
His eyes narrowed, and he looked confused. I realized that I must have looked scared so I turned and hurried to class where I sat in my seat in the back of the room. I pulled my sweater on over my wet just as the bell rang. The new boy walked in after a group of giggly girls. The only seats left were on either side of me. No one likes sitting next to me. I don't have friends. But that doesn't bother me. I like it that way.
So in case you're wondering more about me, I love black. My pants and jeans are black, most of my shirts are black, I wear black nail polish and dark makeup... Black earrings, occasionally, and I'm slightly anti social... mainly because no one likes me, so I don't like them back. He sat down next to me with a smile, but I looked up at the teacher, ignoring him. As soon as class ended, I rushed out of the room, hoping to avoid the new kid. It didn't work. My next hour was lunch and unfortunately his lunch too. Our school does lunch in three groups. A lunch, B lunch and C lunch. I'm a B lunch... and so is the new boy.
He sat next to me. I put my earphones in and turned my music up loud enough so I wouldn't have to hear him if he said anything. My one and only friend Jade Ryder sat on the other side of me. I grinned at him. He's taller than me and very protective of me... kinda like the brother I never got. Oh, I have two brothers, but neither of them couldn't care less what I do with myself. And strangely, he's the only person who can touch me without me freaking out. I took my earphones out and turned off my iPod, only so I could talk to Jade. I turned my back on the new boy and pushed my tray of food toward Jade.
"Do you want anything? I'm not very hungry." Jade reached for my cookie. "Yum." He smiled. I picked up a carrot stick and bit it, my sweater sleeve went down and Jade grabbed my hand. He turned my wrist over, and slid my sleeve up higher to see the new burn mark. "Did he do that last night?" I pulled my hand back and pushed my sleeve over my wrist carefully, trying to decide what to say.
Jade's point of view:
After she pulled her sleeve down, she seemed like she was trying to find the best lie. Most likely, it would be the most outrageous one. I almost laughed, remembering some of her other excuses. She finally cleared her throat quietly and started talking. "No, he didn't... I was walking, down the stairs and when I got to the bottom, I went to the kitchen, and I tripped on a skate board and fell onto the stove and hit my arm off the burner." I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. We both knew that was a total lie.
"Wow, you couldn't have come up with anything better?" I stopped laughing and stared at her. "Seriously, Amy, why do you come up with stories instead of telling me the truth. We both know that you didn't fall on the stove and we both know that Daren is a jerk." Daren is her obnoxious step dad. "Because..." She paused and when she started talking again, it was very quiet. "It makes you mad when you find out what really happened, and I don't like it when you get mad... I'd rather have you laughing at my horrible lies than see you mad about Daren. We both know that he'd beat me really bad if he knew that I told you... so let's just leave it at that. And it's been slightly better. I haven't had to stay home 'sick'," She put air quotes around the word 'sick', "for over a month now. Now, let's talk about something else."
I vaguely noticed a boy sitting on the other side of Amy... I'm the only one who calls her Amy. I'm the only one who knows her first name. Everyone around the school calls her Jessie. Her name is Amethyst Jessica York.
Anyway, I looked over at the kid. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and he was staring at Amy, a wistful look on his face. A twinge of jealousy ran through me and I knew I didn't like him... and I hoped that Amy didn't either.
And to the following:
Mariah Thank you so much.
Shelby Thanks a ton I really love encouraging people J
Emily I'm so glad you will keep reading... and hopefully commenting.
Danii Thank you!
Pooja I'm so glad you like it. Thanks a lot!
really tall. yes they do. I'm very short, so I decided to make my main character short like me, but her attitude and style is definitely not me.
Thanks for commenting all of you. I love reading my comments and knowing people like my story.
So, I have no clue as to what the name of this story is.... so if any of you readers have an idea for a good title, please comment and let me know. thanks..
Chapter One
I drove into the school parking lot, unhappily. I pulled into a parking space and climbed out of my black truck. I grabbed my backpack and my black hoodie and slammed the door shut. Someone bumped into me and I dropped my backpack as something hot spilled all over me. I almost screamed, but it wasn't that hot. I looked to see who crashed into me. It was a new boy. I glanced down at my now wet black Disturbed t-shirt. I glared up at the boy... surprisingly only about two inches up. I'm short for my age. I'm 16, but I'm 4'11". Most of the kids at this school are 5' 3" or taller.
"Sorry." He bent down and picked up my backpack, and handed it to me with a sheepish smile. His warm brown eyes sparkled... don't think about his eyes! He just spilled coffee all over you! I argued with myself and looked away from his eyes, grabbing my backpack. I turned to leave. "Wait!" He said, grabbing my wrist. I yanked my arm away immediately and backed up. I have a big problem with people touching me, mainly because of my step dad. He beats me a lot, ever since he married my mom when I was 6. Even people I'm not scared of can't touch me. I don't really know why.
His eyes narrowed, and he looked confused. I realized that I must have looked scared so I turned and hurried to class where I sat in my seat in the back of the room. I pulled my sweater on over my wet just as the bell rang. The new boy walked in after a group of giggly girls. The only seats left were on either side of me. No one likes sitting next to me. I don't have friends. But that doesn't bother me. I like it that way.
So in case you're wondering more about me, I love black. My pants and jeans are black, most of my shirts are black, I wear black nail polish and dark makeup... Black earrings, occasionally, and I'm slightly anti social... mainly because no one likes me, so I don't like them back. He sat down next to me with a smile, but I looked up at the teacher, ignoring him. As soon as class ended, I rushed out of the room, hoping to avoid the new kid. It didn't work. My next hour was lunch and unfortunately his lunch too. Our school does lunch in three groups. A lunch, B lunch and C lunch. I'm a B lunch... and so is the new boy.
He sat next to me. I put my earphones in and turned my music up loud enough so I wouldn't have to hear him if he said anything. My one and only friend Jade Ryder sat on the other side of me. I grinned at him. He's taller than me and very protective of me... kinda like the brother I never got. Oh, I have two brothers, but neither of them couldn't care less what I do with myself. And strangely, he's the only person who can touch me without me freaking out. I took my earphones out and turned off my iPod, only so I could talk to Jade. I turned my back on the new boy and pushed my tray of food toward Jade.
"Do you want anything? I'm not very hungry." Jade reached for my cookie. "Yum." He smiled. I picked up a carrot stick and bit it, my sweater sleeve went down and Jade grabbed my hand. He turned my wrist over, and slid my sleeve up higher to see the new burn mark. "Did he do that last night?" I pulled my hand back and pushed my sleeve over my wrist carefully, trying to decide what to say.
Jade's point of view:
After she pulled her sleeve down, she seemed like she was trying to find the best lie. Most likely, it would be the most outrageous one. I almost laughed, remembering some of her other excuses. She finally cleared her throat quietly and started talking. "No, he didn't... I was walking, down the stairs and when I got to the bottom, I went to the kitchen, and I tripped on a skate board and fell onto the stove and hit my arm off the burner." I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. We both knew that was a total lie.
"Wow, you couldn't have come up with anything better?" I stopped laughing and stared at her. "Seriously, Amy, why do you come up with stories instead of telling me the truth. We both know that you didn't fall on the stove and we both know that Daren is a jerk." Daren is her obnoxious step dad. "Because..." She paused and when she started talking again, it was very quiet. "It makes you mad when you find out what really happened, and I don't like it when you get mad... I'd rather have you laughing at my horrible lies than see you mad about Daren. We both know that he'd beat me really bad if he knew that I told you... so let's just leave it at that. And it's been slightly better. I haven't had to stay home 'sick'," She put air quotes around the word 'sick', "for over a month now. Now, let's talk about something else."
I vaguely noticed a boy sitting on the other side of Amy... I'm the only one who calls her Amy. I'm the only one who knows her first name. Everyone around the school calls her Jessie. Her name is Amethyst Jessica York.
Anyway, I looked over at the kid. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and he was staring at Amy, a wistful look on his face. A twinge of jealousy ran through me and I knew I didn't like him... and I hoped that Amy didn't either.
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