YAY! Aha, I love Lei. She's one of my fav characters...Anyway, thanks Kat!
Lei~
"I miss him", I sighed, "But atleast Mike likes me even though I am a b----."
"You are not a b----!!" Maria exclaimed, holding my hand.
My head hang low. Why couldn't I stay happy for long? The feeling always seemed to disappear after a few minutes.
"Yes I am! Besides, why else would Nick not love me anymore? If he loved me at all that is." I murmered and turned away before she could say anything back.
*Aha, saying I love Lei makes me look like I'm a lovesick depressed moody musical teenage girl.......*
"Only because he's a jackass!" I screamed over to Lei, and I could swear I had seen a small hidden chuckle.
I returned to the game, after apologizing to Chad. He remembered how to play, at least his body did.
"Hey! Weren't you tired?" I heard someone scream from behind me. It was Alex.
"I..." I didn't knew what to say.
"Forget it!" Good, now he feels sad. Great! Now I feel guilty. "You can go after him," Chad said. But I don't want to! I nodded and ran out of the court, sadly, leaving Chad behind.
"Alex!" I called. He continued walking quickly to the back of the gym. I could just turn around, and leave, but he had been nice to me when I didn't even asked for sympathy. "Alex!"
He stopped; we were at the back of the gym.
I was panting and tired. I had played and tennis and then run.
"You know, you sure do know how to make a guy crazy." He approaxed me, calmly. "Refusing to give me what I want. That body of yours..." He put his hand on my waist, and rudely pushed my body against his.
*** (it's rated R, I can't give details)
I was crying on the top of a mattress. Alex was dressing himself a few steps away. My clothes were somewhere at my feet, but I felt grabbed to the floor, as if I could not move. Did I scream? I believed I had screamed. Then why did nobody saved me? Why?
"See? You actually did liked it." He rejoiced. Liked it? I hated every second. I tried to say a word, anything, but my voice wouldn't come out. Maybe I lost it, after screaming so hard. But still, nobody came.
"Oh, don't you think about telling anyone. He took out a camera from behind a mattress. "Or this video will cross the Internet. Better, the school and the whole world."
What? I can't tell anyone? Not the police? I only knew he had left until I heard the door smash. Did that actually happened? Or is this a nightmare?
I knew I wasn't dreaming when I stood up, and all of my body hurt. He had went too far.
I slowly got dressed, touching fearfully the piece of clothes. I cried. I could only feel the warm tears fall on my stained body.
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
After we went to the designer, who was a total idiot, I drove Bev back, and we parted. I went to my room, but stopped at Mike's room. For some reason I felt like talking to Mike.
"Hey Nick," my brother said as I walked in.
"Hi," I said. My eyes scanned his face, which was guilty. "What did you do?"
"What?" He said confused.
"What did you do?" I asked again. "I can tell your guilty. You were never good at hiding things from me."
He looked away. "Me and Lei. We kind of-"
Before he finished my fist hit his face. My twin was knocked off his chair, and fell on the floor.
He raised his hands, in surrender. "Fine. I deserved that. But man, she came onto-"
My foot hit his nose. "Don't lie. I knew you liked her."
"I never said different. But Nick. I would never go there. She came onto me."
"Yeah right. Lei isn't slut."
"No. Where did I say that? She just broke up with you, and is in a bad place. Plus you don't even seemed phased by the break-up. Sure your attacking me know, so I know you're jealous, up-set, mad, and not over her. But she doesn't know that. Which puts her in a worse place, because she thinks you never really liked her. Surprised you couldn't figure that out. Dad said you were always the better psychologist."
And just then, the door opened, Lei walked in, she looked depressed. She saw me, and her expression was so messed up I couldn;t tell what it was.
That User Who Changed Their Name A Dozen Times And So No One Ever Knew Who They Were Half the Time and When They Did Only Used Bolt.
The tragic tale of losing all #Brand for nothing in return.
*wow were doing rape now too , by 120 pages well of done just about everything soap operish*
Adam
I rested and was staying asleep until. I heard screams they were coming from Marias room across from Shannons were I was sleeping. Shut up I thought I'm tired I mentally added to my thoughts. I think at somepoint the screaming acted as a white noice and I fell asleep. When I woke up the screaming had stopped, I got up and pulled some jeans on. I couldn't e asked to go through the clothes in the corner to find a shirt so I just stepped out. I saw Alex leaving and went to talk .
"Alex" I said and he turned to face me he looked kinda, tired.
"no shirt what is it Fuck Maria day" Alex said he was trying to be funny but not so much so that it was compleatly annoying.
"no no, my friend once was bad enought" I said.
"you thought she was bad" Alex said he sounded surprised.
"no but she's my girlfriend best friend I'm not allowed to say she was good in bed, do why was Maria you know screaming in their" I asked with my hands in my pockets.
" oh you know she said it made it more enjoyable why?, dose Shannon make any you.." Alex started but I cut him off.
"you will never know now get out of here I'm trying to sleep anbI don't need screaming" Alex nodded and walked out. I thought I'd check on Maria anyway. I opened the door and she was lying on the bed wincing a little bit a she looked up.
"oh hey Adam" she said and I smiled back are.
"are you okay" I asked and she smiled it looked a little fake but to be truthful I was doing this so Shannon wouldn't yell at me for not checking on her best friend screaming.
"yeah yeah I'm good" she said
"good, do you want something to drink you look a little worn out" I said.
O.o O.O. o.O I agree with jok........No longer Boarding School the Storybook....Boarding School the Soap Opera.
bolt: I LIKE pretty sequin purple newsboy hats, and vests, and mini skirts!!!!!! Therefore, the fashion person thingy was not an idiot. I demand an edit! *JC has spoken*
Lei~
Blood dripped from Mike's nose as he stared at me. Nick's face was red--not from embarrasment--but from anger. I knew what they were fighting about.
Me.
Usually, the average teenage girl would get butterflies in her stomach to know that two guys are fighting over her. It usually means that they both like her. But, I know that neither Nick or Mike really love me.
But atleast Mike isn't a jerk.
"Mike, you up to going into town?" I said in a quiet voice.
Also, yes jok we will. I have a new idea right now, two actually, three maybe if you stretch them.
Mike
"Sure," I said, happy to get away. Quickly I grabbed my hat, and slipped on my Army sweatshirt, which held my keys. We hopped in my jeep, and took off.
No idea what to do.
That User Who Changed Their Name A Dozen Times And So No One Ever Knew Who They Were Half the Time and When They Did Only Used Bolt.
The tragic tale of losing all #Brand for nothing in return.
Could Adam had stopped it? Could anyone stopped it? I forced myself to smile, when we walked away from my nightmare. Could this be happening?
The image of Alex forcing himself, played through my mind, like a carrousel's music. No enjoyable, thought.
Could he had heard me? Adam soon was back, with a bottle of water. Instead of drinking it, I played with it, twisting it around in my hands.
Can I move?
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Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
"I know," She said, but I could tell she didn't think so.
"Lei," I said, and kissed her.
HONK
I looked up, just in time to see and eighteen wheeler coming at us. I pushed Lei out the door, just as it crashed into the car. There was a sickly grind, right before the car hit the road block. The jeep erupted in flames, toppled over, and I was pinned under the seat.
"Not your fault," I croaked, at Lei, who lay feet away from the crash. "Not your fault."
Then I blacked out.
Mike is not dead. Just really hurt.
That User Who Changed Their Name A Dozen Times And So No One Ever Knew Who They Were Half the Time and When They Did Only Used Bolt.
The tragic tale of losing all #Brand for nothing in return.
I pushed Lei out the door, just as it crashed into the car.
This is unrealistic. I say she gets thrown out of the Jeep by pure force. Sadly, Mike doesn't get so lucky.
I guess its ok though. Lei will be distraught over Mike, Nick will become jealous, and the drama shall begin!!!!!! *To the DT!!!*
Good job, bolt (well kinda). *pats bolt on the head and then demands an edit for the third time*
But only a litttle really hurt. I mean I don't want Mike half-dead with 3rd degree burns and will never be the same.
Lei~
Burning blazes of fire engulfed everything around me. Only my leg felt like the Devil himself was spitting and kicking it. My heard whirled and I could barely make out the Jeep. Mike was no where.
Oh, God. Spare us. I know I haven't listened to you in the past but please God but let us live! *cliche I know...*
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My eyes fluttered open to see the gang standing over me. Where am I? I looked at myself to see my leg in a cast.
This is what he does when he is depressed. sorry for the long post
Matt~~
I stood there for a second,trying, and failing, to ingest her words. After a moment I sighed, and muttered a "sorry" before vaulting out the window. I bent my knees slightly before I hit the ground and then tumbled into a perfect roll. I rose smoothly to my feet and then ran to my car.
I drove at the speed limit into town, my mind focused on nothing. I parked in a random parkinglot and wandered. I stepped into a used bookstore and read half a book, I went into any store I could find, but I finally found myself in the music store.
I meandered over to the guitars and started searching through them, my hands feeling along the neck for one that felt right. When I felt it I almost passed it. I stopped and opened my eyes. I had wandered into the used section and the guitar was an old Les Paul. The body was black, with cherry colored splotches scattered around. The fret board was a warm cherry that made the guitar have a deep, warm feel, even when it wasn' being played.
An assisstant came up behind me, "See something you like?"
"Yeah." I pointed to the guitar and he unlocked it.
"Let me go get a cable for you."
He came back and I plugged into a simple amp. The sound reverberated through the room and I immediately launched into one of the songs I had composed over the year. After a while I realised it was May's song, and I almost stopped, but There was a croud gathering around me.
Instead of stopping I adapted the song. I added more of a sorrowful undertone to it and made it more like who she was now, instead of who she had been.
When the song came to and end someone behind me muttered, "Wow." and i grinned.
"Who was that? Ive never heard it before."
"Actually I wrote it."
A couple more people gave me their compliments and ten minutes later I was walking out of the store with a new guitar.
I kept on walking down the road and I saw a sign that caught my eye. I looked close and it said that there was a show going on at a local bar.
i hopped back in the car and drove over. The band that was playing when I arrived was good, but un anumated. I listened to them, and just let myself relax, letting all of my thoughts drain out of me.
The band went off and another man stepped on. He was nervous and couldn't stop fidgeting as he stood in frony of the mike.
"umm- our guitarist- umm- didn't show up- so, umm- were gonna- ummlet the next band go."
I stood up, "I'll play for you."
I ran outside and got my guitar and hopped up on stage. I turned to the audience, "Twenty minutes and we'll be on!"
I ran behind stage and was bombarded by quiestions. Yes I knew how to play. yes I was tuned. Yes I had picks. No I did not have an amp. That was ok they have extras.
I flipped through their sheet music that had the guitas and the words on it. I memorized it and then made some mental changes that I would point out afterwards.
"Ok Im ready."
We went out and plugged in the instruments. The drummer tapped out the beat and we started playing. the guitar was nice, and it actually blended pretty well with the other instruments. Reminded me of muse.
We got to the part where the singing was supposed to come in but the mike was silent. He stood shaking, unable to make noise. He tried to sing, but gave up and jumped off the stage.
I looked at the other band members and they just shrugged, looking panicked. I shrugged and stepped up to the mike, letting the words slip from my mouth in a raspy voice. The sound became sort of earie yet the heaviness of the guitar brought out the tone of the voice and made it full. I sighed again when the song finished. I turned back to the other members.
"We done?"
"You know the other words?"
"Yeah."
"Then let the show go on."
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
Chad got amnesia!?! I couldn't believe. Did all that happened during night?
Maria!
How could I forget here!?
She must be feeling terrible, her love vanished... All the memories, all the happy times, all the love words...Everything!
I went to classes (?) with my mind full of worries.
Where was everybody? What were they doing?
French class was coming around and everyone was missing.
I sit down next to Kevin and gave him a smile.
He answered me with another smile.
We could read each other easily.
I had let all of my energy out in that speech and now my shoulders slumped as I sped down the hallway of the main building. My mind was blank, why didn't I just say something along the lines of 'yes I still love you'? I was stupid, it was so close to just having Matt back? Death cab buzzed in my pocket.
"Hello?" I mumbled.
"Hi May~" It was Revvie.
"Revvie?" I sighed, "What do you want?"
"Gosh such a tone missie!" HE exclaimed, "Just calling to tell you some good news!"
"What?" My voice sounded like a haunt.
"What's the matter with you? I was just calling to tell you your off the black list and you can return to normal."
I snapped the phone shut, I was now walking in the predecember air. Hot tears ran down my cold cheeks.
"Why the hell do you hate me?!" I yelled to no one in particular, may be the god everyone believed and put so much trust in. I sat on the nearest bench, layed down and fell asleep crying.
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
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