New Story Possibilities - Part Two From Kylee Marie

Idea 1

"Daddy, don't go!" I cried with my hands wrapped around his suitcase as he drags me out of the house. The sounds of my mother sobbing echo through the quiet neighborhood, but my dad continues to his car. "Daddy!"

He jerks the suitcase a bit harder, causing my four-year-old legs to stumble and I land on my hands and knees. Without turning around, I watch my dad get in his car and drive away quickly. Before I can stand up on my own, or understand what just happened, a cold hand pulls me up from the cement path, dragging me inside the house. "This is all your fault!" My mom screams, throwing a glass bottle at me.

The bottle crashes against the wall beside me, as my mother continues screaming...

"Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Wake up Ms. Anderson, this is a library, not a bedroom. You're late for class." The librarian huffed, waking me from that one recurring dream. Mrs. Bernard peered at me through her glasses, that sat a little too low on her nose, as I mumbled an, "I'm sorry," and pulled my bag to my shoulders. The clock on the wall reads 20 past ten, which means I've been sleeping since I got here at 7:30; and I missed two and a half classes. I guess I'll be staying late for detention once again...

But that's better than going home.

Right now I should be in physics, and Mr. Wilson is going to kill me. Even though he's my favorite teacher, he thinks I can do better than I do. Sure I pass all of his tests, but I miss class a lot, and when I'm there I don't talk to anyone. And homework? I've done maybe three assignments, all of which we had time for in class, but somehow I still have an 'A.'

I met Mr. Wilson as a freshman, and he's been my mentor teacher since then. I think he arranged it so he'd have me for all four years, because he seemed to like me on day one; even though I'm the rebellious teenager.

He's not the creepy old man teacher either; he's a caring teacher. Something there's not enough of at this school; in this world. Pushing open the door, Mr. Wilson's eyes dart to me, from the Powerpoint he's showing. I mumble yet another, "Sorry," but get caught off guard when Mr. Wilson interrupts, "Just sit down, Brooklyn, and we'll talk after class."

I honestly hate being late to class. My only way to get away from my mother is to get an education, so I need to graduate, and at least get my associates degree. Since I'm not brilliant, I'll need money for college, and that's why I'm generally late to class. I have two jobs, one between four and ten, the other between ten thirty and three. I usually get home at three thirty and get four hours of sleep if I'm lucky.

Today I wasn't lucky.

My mother stayed out late, probably partying doing god knows what, and got home at five thirty in a bad mood. Luckily I got out of the house with a hard slap and push. That's why I was sleeping in the library.

The bell rings loudly, and everyone leaves; a few students giving me am evil smirk. Whatever.

"Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn." He spoke shaking his head, "I thought you were going to quit a job and start getting some sleep. I can report you for working too much as a minor." Mr. Wilson scolded as he propped his feet up on his desk.

I look sheepishly at my feet before meeting his eye contact, "I'm eighteen, and I can work as much as I want. Plus I need the money." I shrugged, picking up my bag. "I'll go to detention. I have to get to class, I'll try to be on time tomorrow."

"Brooklyn, one more thing. I'm recommending you for study group after school. It runs from 2:30 to 5:30. Then you'd have to quit one job. I'm sorry, but I'm trying to look toward your future. If you need anything, I'm here; you can trust me." His eyes bore into mine, and I had to tear my gaze away.

"Yeah." I agreed half-hearted and stumbled out the door toward my next class.

The rest of the days passes in a blur, and now here I am in detention. I start to pull out my calculus book, but my backpack topples over spilling my things everywhere. With a groan, I crouch down to begin picking things up when a hand interrupts my vision. "Here let me help, I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." The guy apologizes and hands me a stack of my stuff.

"It's fine." I smile a fake smile at him and sit down in the chair. "So, I haven't seen you around here before... Are you new?" The guy asks, right after I got settled into the silence. "Nope." I answer quickly and stare into the Calculus book willing it to give me the answers. When will I ever use this crap?

Before writing anything, I feel that awkward feeling of someone staring at me, so I turn to look at the annoying guy. What's his problem, why can't he leave me alone? "What?" I ask, losing the fake polite attitude, "Why are you staring?" I continue, slapping my book shut and shoving it into my backpack yet again. Yes, I give up on math that easily. It's pointless! Not to mention the teacher is a complete dunce.

"Will you go out with me this weekend?" The guy asks and I have to do a double take. What the hell? I don't even know this guys name.

Rolling my eyes at his mundane question I stand up with my bag, since the teacher had fallen asleep as soon as her butt hit the chair, and say, "You don't even know my name, and I don't care what your name is." I answer and walk to the door. I hear him say, "It's Jake," before I close the door.

Once I'm out in the hallway, I finally have a chance to check my phone that had rung during my last class, and I'm assuming whoever it was left a message. "Hey, Brooklyn, this is Melanie. I got a call from your school, and they said that you're too young to be working as many hours as you do, so I'm pretty much being forced to fire you. I'm sorry. If you ever need a job in the future then let me know, I'd be happy to help in any way I can." With that Melanie, my now former boss, ended the call. Great.

Just fucking great.

Now I get to go home and sit by myself for hours on end and wait for my mother to get home. Sounds fun, right?

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Idea 2

"I'm pregnant." I sobbed, as I sat at the kitchen counter. My mom and dad, standing across from me keep opening and closing their mouths before my dad speaks, "You have 2 weeks to get out of this house. Then I don't want you to ever come back. You and Ben could've had a great life, but you went and screwed that up. We don't want anything to do with you." He finished, and the two walked out together.

But that was five years ago. I haven't talked to either of my parents or Ben since I told them I was pregnant. It's so hard to see Charlie every day because he looks just like Ben, but he's the only thing that's kept me going for the last five years. "Mom what's wrong?" Ben asked with his cute smile that melts my heart every time I see it.

"Oh nothing baby, are you going to be good for Julia tonight? I should be home pretty early. We're not staying out too late." I smiled back at him and ruffled his hair, winning me a groan from him.

He nodded hesitantly, before saying, "I'll be good. Can Alex read me a story before bed?"

"Maybe, I'll ask him." I answer, and wonder into the kitchen. Alex should be here any minute, it's our 4th date, and I introduced him to Charlie on the 3rd. I guess he still likes me even though I'm a single mom considering he asked for another date. Alex and I met at a coffee shop about a month ago, and we instantly clicked. Charlie loves him, and Alex took an instant liking to Charlie as well. Charlie does need a dad. I involve him in sports and such, but that doesn't replace the fact that he needs a dad. After Ben left, I never thought we'd make it, but we did. I tried calling Ben right after I had Charlie, but the next day his mom called me back and told me to never contact him again.

I haven't tried since.

A knock on the door startled me, and when I heard Charlie opening the door, I could help but stomp into the living room and glare at him. "Charles Benjamin, what have I told you about opening the door by yourself? Do I need to take away that video game for a week or two?" I asked him sternly and his face dropped.

"I'm sorry! Please don't take my game away!" He begged, so I couldn't help but smile at him. "Ok, just remember what I said ok?" I asked him and he nodded back with his small smile playing on his lips. Rolling my eyes, it took all I have not to say, 'you look just like your father'. I wish Ben was here to see Charlie, but he chose not to be in our life.

It's his loss.

"Well, let's go. I just have to drop Charlie off at the neighbors. You can meet me downstairs if you want," I offered but Alex shook his head and held the door open for Charlie and I. What a gentleman.

We dropped Charlie off, and chatted about pointless things until we got to the restaurant.

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Idea 3

"This is the last straw Bridget! We don't know what to do with you anymore!" My mom yelled as I sat at the dining room table. I can't see Ry watching, but I know he's there, just out of sight. He hates that I get in trouble. He hates that I hang out with the group of kids that manipulate the whole town. He hates that I'm 13, not a virgin, and I drink more than half the adults in town. "Are you listening to us Bridget?" My mom questioned, as my dad just stood toward the side watching the scene. I nod my head slightly, just to acknowledge her, as Ryan and Lucas' heads peer into view.

"You're just sending her away?" Ryan shouts, "You're just going to fucking give up on her? She didn't steal the bottle from the cabinet, I did. Leave her alone!" My older brother shouts at my mother. But it's too late. Everyone knows the truth.

I'm the fuck up, and Ryan's perfect. Perfect blond hair, straight white teeth, 6'2", only 15 and captain of the football and baseball teams, straight A's, smart beautiful girlfriend. That's Ryan.

Me? Long black hair with a few blue and purple streaks, 5'2", never been on a real date, and I've never had a good grade. Not to mention the partying, missing curfew, stealing, et cetera at 13.

Yup, I'm the fuck up.

"Ryan, save it. They've made up there minds. I'll be in..." I paused lifting the brochure she'd dropped on the table, "Minnesota, before Friday. I guess I better go pack." I smirked as I left the room, brushing by Lucas without looking at him. With one look into that boys blue eyes, he would know everything racing through my mind. "Night." I mumbled as I slumped up the stairs quickly.

"Ryan, you and Lucas need to go upstairs, but I don't want you talking to your sister. Understood?" I hear my mother speak as I reach the top step. The first tear slips down my cheek, but I wipe it away angrily. She wants me to have nothing to do with this family, so she'll get what she asks for.

~3 Years Later~

"Ms. Lawson, what do you think you're doing? You know the rules around here." Principle Jones speaks firmly, "And you, Mr. Copeland, this is the third time you've ditched class this week. To my office, I'll deal with you when I can." She continued, while Gabe and I rolled our eyes. The worst she can do is give us Saturday detention, but that's actually really fun with Gabe.

I met Gabe my first day here at Applewood Academy. My dad escorted me into the building, and he was sitting in the principle's office waiting for Ms. Jones. Somehow Gabe knew that I wasn't the normal stuck up rich kid that attended here, and he told me that he wasn't either. When my dad went in to the office, and we were left in the waiting room together, Gabe gave me a tour of the campus. Let's just say it wasn't the typical tour you'd get from the class suck up.

"Come on babe," Gabe smirked as I stumbled through the hallway and he put his arm over my shoulders to steady me. I've never been good with alcohol.

Gabe calls all of his girlfriends babe, and we're definitely not together. We're... Friends with benefits I suppose. "Let's go back to my room, Ms. Goody-too-shoes doesn't get back from class until three." I slurred and looked at him with lust in my eyes.

"Lead the way babe." He smirks and we find our way to my dorm. Sadly we get stuck with the same roommate for all of our time at Applewood, and I've been stuck with Isabella Starks. The fucking bitch, who wants to control everything.

We finally stumble through my door, and things get heated fast. We automatically rip each others clothes off, so we're both naked before each other. Without a thought, Gabe pushes me down onto the bed, pushes himself inside me with haste. Moving quickly, in a mix of sweat, lust, and ecstasy, just as I'm getting lost in the moment, a loud buzzer interrupts us, but Gabe doesn't want to stop. As the buzzer continues, Gabe moves faster as I claw at his back and bite his shoulder to keep quiet. Both of our bodies erupt into a stream of unconsciousness, and before I know it, Gabe is trying to put clothes on me. "There's a fire!" He's shouting, as I come back to reality, and smoke fills my lungs. That annoying buzzer still sounding with all its might.

"Shit!" I scream when I can't find my clothes, do Gabe throws me his shirt and pulls me toward the window. We're on the second floor, so it's not a big drop, and Gabe and I escape the building unnoticed. But when we are noticed there's going to be hell to pay. As we run away from the building, and we're far enough away to be safe, a strange thing happens. The building explodes.

Gabe looks at me with a fear in his eyes that most likely mimic mine. We're in deep shit, and there's no way we won't be caught. "Babe, I have to go change, if I get caught then I'll be sent home, and my dad will send me to military school, after giving me the beating of a lifetime. I'm sorry." He rushes and runs away from me.

Well shit what am I supposed to do? My hair smells like smoke, I'm wearing a baggy t-shirt and that's it, and currently I'm supposed to be in the principle's office. As the sirens from the fire truck approach, so does Ms. Jones. Great.

"Ms. Lawson, I would've bet on this having something to do with you and your friends. Where's Gabe?" She questions, but I keep my cool and shrug at her with innocence plastered in my eyes; not that it will help too much.

Why is it that the one time I didn't have anything to do with this, I'm the only one blamed? No one will even look into the possibility of someone else being responsible. Every other time I've done something wrong, I've been honest. Honesty is NOT the best policy.

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Idea 4

"Oh my god!" I mutter as the scene in front of me registers. My best friend? How could she? How could he? How could anyone? "Get out."

"Lily, wait... you don't understand! We love each other! I was going to tell you! Please, understand!" Eli stuttered with a lost puppy look in his eyes. Tears start to spill out of my eyes, but who cares now? I'm losing everything!

Looking at Eli, all I see are his eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that I've stared into for the last two years; those eyes that have been hiding lies from me. "Get out. I never want to see either of you again." I hiss at them, as they gather their things off of various things from the ground. First week of college, and my best friend/roommate, and my boyfriend have already hooked up. The next four years are going to be great. - note the sarcasm.

"Hey, Lil, boss is on-line two. He's got a new assignment for us." I think you're going to like it, it involves going to Vegas!" My assistant, Brad, called through the intercom to my office.

Picking up the phone and throwing down my pen, I press two on the phone and answer, "Hey J.R. what's the story?" I ask sleepily, and pick up my pen, as I flip to a new page on my notepad. Brad and I were just getting ready to call it a night, but I guess that's not happening.

"Lily, this is a big story, so I'm giving it to my best reporter. The police just got the call, and it's big. You have a flight out to McCarron Airport, and I rented a car in your name. A woman working at one of the casinos... I forget the name, but my secretary is emailing you all the information, but the woman was murdered. Her husband, had just found out that she was cheating on him, but you'll never guess who the guy is. Eli Quinby. The owner of one of the major casinos in the city. The wife, she worked there as his, like second in command. There's a lot more details that we got from the local stations, and I think there's a lot more to be uncovered. Your flight is at 6, better get ready fast." J.R. spoke quickly, and hung up without letting me reply.

ELI QUINBY!!

Over 6 billion people in the world, and Eli-freaking Quinby's wife gets killed! Eli FREAKING Quinby! Why? Out of 6 billion people! "Great." I mumble to myself, and push myself up from the desk. "Brad! Go home and pack! Our flight's at 6 and I need you to pick me up at 4!" I shout through the door, as I pick through my desk. Let's see, computer, camera, chargers, pens, notebooks, iPad, and I'm done. Now time to head home.

Luckily I live 4 blocks away from my office, or there's no way I'd have time to pack. With the short notice maybe I won't have time to think about... Eli. Dammit I thought about him.

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"I'm sorry, Lil. This isn't what I wanted to happen between us, but Rachel and I are happy. I know how hard it is, because you and Rachel still have to share a dorm, so we're leaving. You'll never have to deal with us. The admissions office said you'll have a new roommate within two weeks. I came by to get Rach's stuff, and then we're gone for good." Eli reasoned, as he stepped past me to Rachel's bed.

"Bye. I'm going to class, I guess I'll never see you again. So bye." I added and stepped out of the room.
"Wake up Doll, we're here. Let's go get the car, and I'll drive. You can go ahead and get some sleep, and then we can get started around noonish?" Brad offered, waking me from my dream.

"I'm fine to get started now. It's seven o'clock here right? I want to get this wrapped up as fast as possible. I want to be done with Eli, and be able to go home. I wish we could've not taken this assignment, but it's a really big deal. Just getting offered this is a huge deal!" I ranted, but Brad just nodded in agreement as the plane touched down. I have a feeling this is going to be a long few days/ weeks, depending how long this story takes. Part of being an investigative reporter means that I have to investigate the crime, and the suspects. Getting to know Eli again is going to be a difficult task.

A tediously difficult task.

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Author's Note: Please comment what you think about all of these! I really can't decide which one I want to write. I'm really excited to start these though, so far I have a first chapter for each. The only reason I don't want to write all four is because I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to post that often if I wanted the stories to stay together, or I'd get sick of writing all four of them, and I don't want to do that to you amazing readers! Please comment as well!