Young Writers Society

*Darliana*

" I can't openly attack her anymore," I scoffed," police orders." She looked down and nodded," but I have a plan. I think it's a fairly good one too," her eyes widened and I smiled.
" What is it?" I bit my lip to surpress and smile.
" Okay, you have to become sort of close to Kimy for this," she nodded," and if you don't already, you have to pretend to hate my guts," I glanced at her and continued," Gain her trust. Accept her as your friend. Then, when your trust is earned, find some secrets about her and knock her down to size. Try to find one that would get little Jakey off her team too." I launced myself into the water then quickly surfaced," You up for it?" I wiped water from my face and blinked twice at her. Water dripped from my eyelashes and onto my cheek. I paddled up to the edge and rested my head on my intwined fingers. Her face was contorted in a hard mask of concentration. She was actually considering this. It might be good to have someone -so to say- working for me. I waitied patiently as she weighed the pros and cons of her possible responses.

Kimy

I went back crying to my bunk. I didn't WANT to have him show up. I wanted to make friends on my own.

I went and got out my guitar and started singing a sad song I wrote the last time my dad did this.

I guess I never realized.
That you never tried to hurt me.
I guess I never saw
How much you tried to help me.

But I am still sittin here,
Wondering what life would be like.
If you let me go.
Let me be on my own.

You know I am not a child now,
So go away for a while now.
Let me be on my own,
Watch me just roam,
From a distance.

As I started into the next line Jake walked into the room. "That was beautiful." he said.

Jake

"That was beautiful", I said. It really was! It wasn't like anything I had ever heard before. Heck, it was so good that I had to say what I thought at the moment after I heard it.

"It's nothing much", she said, wiping a tear off her face. She was being modest, and insanely depressed. My complement to her song, although it was very generic and just spit out without thinking much, seemed to make her feel a little better.

"No, it really is", I said, confirming what I said before, "You've seen me, I listen to music all the time. You think I don't know a good song when I hear one?"

"Well, it's still not perfect", she said.

"But can any song be perfect?", I told her.

She stood up off her bed and gave me a hug. She still was crying a little bit, but whatever I was saying made her feel a little better.

"Um...", said someone behind me; someone walked in, as it appeared. Kimy let go of me and I turned around; it was Annette.

Kimy

"Yes..." I said to her, a little embaressed.

"Oh, well the counselers want to see you Kimy." Anette said.

I nodded and walked off to go find them. Stupid counselers.

As I left I heard Jake and Anette talking. And it was about me. Or to be even more specific, about my dad.

Em....yea. Where can I come in? Sorry, I'm having a hard time getting back in. >_<

Option one: you could have winter be a huge fan of Kimy's dad and practically attack her with questions

Option two: You can have winter go comfort kimy...

no noe has posted on this in like forever ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I think people forgot this story book, sigh...

Sigh indeed. But I really had no idea how the chat between Jake and Annette would be, so I waited to see if Annette's creator would go on.

If this is truly dead, I'll miss it, nonetheless.