The Lost Hell
Small Emoish girl Callie Steel deal with her soon to be mother. (that she totally HATES!) PLz comment!
Preface;
Not long after I was running my limbs grew tired.
I needed to stop. "The past is behind." My Nana
Said all the time, but this was different the past was really behind. The city lights beamed, grinning at me. I never thought I would do this. Running away from everything. I had to leave. The night grew longer and the lights dimmed, but I wasn't scared.
The darkness didn't frighten me.....
It was now my home.
The run
I couldn't stand it much long. The fact was that they were getting married. Cool, joyful, and lovable. Yeah it could be that easy. Too bad my mind was set.
Evil, hateful, and long-lasting. My father loved her. The ho. She was staying, long-lasting.
Miss. Ho was using him for money, the evil part.
And I hated her. I was not going to change.
This was my life.
"bip, bip, bip." I reached over to turn off the alarm clock. I felt bad. Maybe I needed a shower.
I forced myself up. Very blindly I found my way.
It was just a dream, but running didn't seem like a bad idea. This place was horrible, what with all its glowing aspects of mimicking a perfect suburban motif, the house was nice. My dad was normal, my cat was, well a cat and me. I was a normal over emotional teen. (Not that anything thing is wrong, I prefer it that way.)
The ice-cold water woke me blindly awake. After the shower I picked out my black hot topic pants with tons of rips and my bright blue boys like girls shirt. My hair is the simple bangs over one eye and a pretty bow to top it off. I liked the fact that I had a group of friends to hang with, otherwise.... You might get beaten up for no reason.
"Miss. Callie. Can I come in?" HER voice rang outside the door. I paused in the middle of implying my eyeliner. 'Hell no!' I wanted to say but I still had a small amount of self control. "no, cause I'm changing." I lied. Then refused the impulse to throw my eyeliner pencil across the room. "Then I'll see ya at breakfast." Her southern accent annoyed me.
I need to cool off. I reminded myself.
"meow." My cat stretched her paws and back out. She was so cute so I ruffled her long calico fur. "We'll go through this together, huh Miyu." I kissed her wet nose and started to the kitchen, and the woman I despised.
Not long after I was running my limbs grew tired.
I needed to stop. "The past is behind." My Nana
Said all the time, but this was different the past was really behind. The city lights beamed, grinning at me. I never thought I would do this. Running away from everything. I had to leave. The night grew longer and the lights dimmed, but I wasn't scared.
The darkness didn't frighten me.....
It was now my home.
The run
I couldn't stand it much long. The fact was that they were getting married. Cool, joyful, and lovable. Yeah it could be that easy. Too bad my mind was set.
Evil, hateful, and long-lasting. My father loved her. The ho. She was staying, long-lasting.
Miss. Ho was using him for money, the evil part.
And I hated her. I was not going to change.
This was my life.
"bip, bip, bip." I reached over to turn off the alarm clock. I felt bad. Maybe I needed a shower.
I forced myself up. Very blindly I found my way.
It was just a dream, but running didn't seem like a bad idea. This place was horrible, what with all its glowing aspects of mimicking a perfect suburban motif, the house was nice. My dad was normal, my cat was, well a cat and me. I was a normal over emotional teen. (Not that anything thing is wrong, I prefer it that way.)
The ice-cold water woke me blindly awake. After the shower I picked out my black hot topic pants with tons of rips and my bright blue boys like girls shirt. My hair is the simple bangs over one eye and a pretty bow to top it off. I liked the fact that I had a group of friends to hang with, otherwise.... You might get beaten up for no reason.
"Miss. Callie. Can I come in?" HER voice rang outside the door. I paused in the middle of implying my eyeliner. 'Hell no!' I wanted to say but I still had a small amount of self control. "no, cause I'm changing." I lied. Then refused the impulse to throw my eyeliner pencil across the room. "Then I'll see ya at breakfast." Her southern accent annoyed me.
I need to cool off. I reminded myself.
"meow." My cat stretched her paws and back out. She was so cute so I ruffled her long calico fur. "We'll go through this together, huh Miyu." I kissed her wet nose and started to the kitchen, and the woman I despised.
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