This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 2: In Which I Talk To A Stranger
“Nicely done.”
I whirled around to locate the speaker. It was a man. I had never seen him before.
“So?” Yeah, not my best moment of eloquence. The stranger’s mouth lifted slightly at the corners. Or it was the light playing tricks with my poor eyesight, because this guy’s face didn’t look like it had smiled in a long time. I don’t like this guy, I thought to myself as I sized him up.
He was tall, probably a little over six feet. He was young and well-muscled, with ash-blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Pretty cute, actually, but I wasn’t thinking like that at the time. He had a sort of…I don’t know, air about him. Like he was dangerous. To a skinny girl who barely topped 5 feet, that sets off a lot of little red mind-flags.
“So you’ll be able to come with me and your teachers won’t even have a problem with it, Krystal.” Wait, how’d he know my name?
“Look, dude, I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a lot of things to do, you know, homework, cleaning my room, getting far away from creepy guys who inexplicably know my name…”
“Krystal, your name is on your backpack.”
“Oh…well I gotta go. See ya!” Never again would be too soon, I thought as I raced down the hallway and out of the building.
The feeling is mutual, Krystal. But we’ll meet again. My name is Lorick.
That’s what I heard as I exited through the west entrance. But…it was like I didn’t hear it. I just sort of…felt it. I’m just low on nutrition. I need to eat something I decided. Also, What kind of name is Lorick?
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
A book
Okay so I'm writing a book. Amarantha inspired me to finish a book I've been meaning to write for a couple of years now. So please tell me what you think of the first chapter. Is it too generic? Does my writing style suck? Let me know your honest opinions :D
There is a prologue before this chapter, but I haven't written it yet.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 1: I Get An Unexpected Haircut
“Look, I’d love to do this another time, but my schedule’s a little full right now,” I pleaded to the four ridiculously made-up sophomores. For some reason, they had decided to change things up a bit; instead of torturing me after school, we were doing our thing in the deserted cafeteria while I was supposed to be in my Honor Roll history class.
“What happened to your hair?” Tara jeered. “You look like you got into a fight with an electrical outlet—and lost” she continued. The other three girls tittered and oohed at the remark. That’s when she produced a pair of scissors and cut 4 inches off the left side of my hair. I seethed inside, wanting to attack them all; I had just gotten a new dye job! Instead I waited until they were finished having their fun.
Tara was the leader of the so-called “Clique” (formerly called “The Kitties” until the girls reached high school age). This group of snobby, rich brats had made it their life’s work to harass me. I still don’t really know why they chose me. I’m not really pretty, so I’m not a threat to them. And I’m not the ugliest girl either. Unfortunately, the members of the Clique didn’t seem to realize that there were other, better targets. Maybe it has something to do with Chris. Chris befriended me in 5th grade, completely ignoring Tara and her friends. Everyone knows that Tara had (and probably still has) a huge crush on him, though she’d never admit it. Unlike other guys, Chris wanted nothing to do with Tara. I never really understood why—I mean, she is pretty. Long, waist-length hair (the envy of every other girl at school), sparkling green eyes, a slim figure, and something about her that made all the boys go crazy. But it doesn’t really matter anymore; Chris moved out of state last year. But still the Clique chose to make my everyday life miserable.
After the accident in the cafeteria, I used my laptop to hack into the system and excuse myself from school for the rest of the day. What, you’ve never done that? Well, it may have been wrong, but I couldn’t go to any classes looking like that! Besides, I never do it unless I have to. This was simply one of those times.
I closed the laptop down and started down the hall. Just so you know, this is where my life changed. Whether for better or worse, I haven’t yet decided.
There is a prologue before this chapter, but I haven't written it yet.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 1: I Get An Unexpected Haircut
“Look, I’d love to do this another time, but my schedule’s a little full right now,” I pleaded to the four ridiculously made-up sophomores. For some reason, they had decided to change things up a bit; instead of torturing me after school, we were doing our thing in the deserted cafeteria while I was supposed to be in my Honor Roll history class.
“What happened to your hair?” Tara jeered. “You look like you got into a fight with an electrical outlet—and lost” she continued. The other three girls tittered and oohed at the remark. That’s when she produced a pair of scissors and cut 4 inches off the left side of my hair. I seethed inside, wanting to attack them all; I had just gotten a new dye job! Instead I waited until they were finished having their fun.
Tara was the leader of the so-called “Clique” (formerly called “The Kitties” until the girls reached high school age). This group of snobby, rich brats had made it their life’s work to harass me. I still don’t really know why they chose me. I’m not really pretty, so I’m not a threat to them. And I’m not the ugliest girl either. Unfortunately, the members of the Clique didn’t seem to realize that there were other, better targets. Maybe it has something to do with Chris. Chris befriended me in 5th grade, completely ignoring Tara and her friends. Everyone knows that Tara had (and probably still has) a huge crush on him, though she’d never admit it. Unlike other guys, Chris wanted nothing to do with Tara. I never really understood why—I mean, she is pretty. Long, waist-length hair (the envy of every other girl at school), sparkling green eyes, a slim figure, and something about her that made all the boys go crazy. But it doesn’t really matter anymore; Chris moved out of state last year. But still the Clique chose to make my everyday life miserable.
After the accident in the cafeteria, I used my laptop to hack into the system and excuse myself from school for the rest of the day. What, you’ve never done that? Well, it may have been wrong, but I couldn’t go to any classes looking like that! Besides, I never do it unless I have to. This was simply one of those times.
I closed the laptop down and started down the hall. Just so you know, this is where my life changed. Whether for better or worse, I haven’t yet decided.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Chapter 2 of my so far unnamed book
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 2: In Which I Talk To A Stranger
“Nicely done.”
I whirled around to locate the speaker. It was a man. I had never seen him before.
“So?” Yeah, not my best moment of eloquence. The stranger’s mouth lifted slightly at the corners. Or it was the light playing tricks with my poor eyesight, because this guy’s face didn’t look like it had smiled in a long time. I don’t like this guy, I thought to myself as I sized him up.
He was tall, probably a little over six feet. He was young and well-muscled, with ash-blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Pretty cute, actually, but I wasn’t thinking like that at the time. He had a sort of…I don’t know, air about him. Like he was dangerous. To a skinny girl who barely topped 5 feet, that sets off a lot of little red mind-flags.
“So you’ll be able to come with me and your teachers won’t even have a problem with it, Krystal.” Wait, how’d he know my name?
“Look, dude, I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a lot of things to do, you know, homework, cleaning my room, getting far away from creepy guys who inexplicably know my name…”
“Krystal, your name is on your backpack.”
“Oh…well I gotta go. See ya!” Never again would be too soon, I thought as I raced down the hallway and out of the building.
The feeling is mutual, Krystal. But we’ll meet again. My name is Lorick.
That’s what I heard as I exited through the west entrance. But…it was like I didn’t hear it. I just sort of…felt it. I’m just low on nutrition. I need to eat something I decided. Also, What kind of name is Lorick?
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 2: In Which I Talk To A Stranger
“Nicely done.”
I whirled around to locate the speaker. It was a man. I had never seen him before.
“So?” Yeah, not my best moment of eloquence. The stranger’s mouth lifted slightly at the corners. Or it was the light playing tricks with my poor eyesight, because this guy’s face didn’t look like it had smiled in a long time. I don’t like this guy, I thought to myself as I sized him up.
He was tall, probably a little over six feet. He was young and well-muscled, with ash-blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Pretty cute, actually, but I wasn’t thinking like that at the time. He had a sort of…I don’t know, air about him. Like he was dangerous. To a skinny girl who barely topped 5 feet, that sets off a lot of little red mind-flags.
“So you’ll be able to come with me and your teachers won’t even have a problem with it, Krystal.” Wait, how’d he know my name?
“Look, dude, I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a lot of things to do, you know, homework, cleaning my room, getting far away from creepy guys who inexplicably know my name…”
“Krystal, your name is on your backpack.”
“Oh…well I gotta go. See ya!” Never again would be too soon, I thought as I raced down the hallway and out of the building.
The feeling is mutual, Krystal. But we’ll meet again. My name is Lorick.
That’s what I heard as I exited through the west entrance. But…it was like I didn’t hear it. I just sort of…felt it. I’m just low on nutrition. I need to eat something I decided. Also, What kind of name is Lorick?
Friday, July 30, 2010
A book
Okay so I'm writing a book. Amarantha inspired me to finish a book I've been meaning to write for a couple of years now. So please tell me what you think of the first chapter. Is it too generic? Does my writing style suck? Let me know your honest opinions :D
There is a prologue before this chapter, but I haven't written it yet.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 1: I Get An Unexpected Haircut
“Look, I’d love to do this another time, but my schedule’s a little full right now,” I pleaded to the four ridiculously made-up sophomores. For some reason, they had decided to change things up a bit; instead of torturing me after school, we were doing our thing in the deserted cafeteria while I was supposed to be in my Honor Roll history class.
“What happened to your hair?” Tara jeered. “You look like you got into a fight with an electrical outlet—and lost” she continued. The other three girls tittered and oohed at the remark. That’s when she produced a pair of scissors and cut 4 inches off the left side of my hair. I seethed inside, wanting to attack them all; I had just gotten a new dye job! Instead I waited until they were finished having their fun.
Tara was the leader of the so-called “Clique” (formerly called “The Kitties” until the girls reached high school age). This group of snobby, rich brats had made it their life’s work to harass me. I still don’t really know why they chose me. I’m not really pretty, so I’m not a threat to them. And I’m not the ugliest girl either. Unfortunately, the members of the Clique didn’t seem to realize that there were other, better targets. Maybe it has something to do with Chris. Chris befriended me in 5th grade, completely ignoring Tara and her friends. Everyone knows that Tara had (and probably still has) a huge crush on him, though she’d never admit it. Unlike other guys, Chris wanted nothing to do with Tara. I never really understood why—I mean, she is pretty. Long, waist-length hair (the envy of every other girl at school), sparkling green eyes, a slim figure, and something about her that made all the boys go crazy. But it doesn’t really matter anymore; Chris moved out of state last year. But still the Clique chose to make my everyday life miserable.
After the accident in the cafeteria, I used my laptop to hack into the system and excuse myself from school for the rest of the day. What, you’ve never done that? Well, it may have been wrong, but I couldn’t go to any classes looking like that! Besides, I never do it unless I have to. This was simply one of those times.
I closed the laptop down and started down the hall. Just so you know, this is where my life changed. Whether for better or worse, I haven’t yet decided.
There is a prologue before this chapter, but I haven't written it yet.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 1: I Get An Unexpected Haircut
“Look, I’d love to do this another time, but my schedule’s a little full right now,” I pleaded to the four ridiculously made-up sophomores. For some reason, they had decided to change things up a bit; instead of torturing me after school, we were doing our thing in the deserted cafeteria while I was supposed to be in my Honor Roll history class.
“What happened to your hair?” Tara jeered. “You look like you got into a fight with an electrical outlet—and lost” she continued. The other three girls tittered and oohed at the remark. That’s when she produced a pair of scissors and cut 4 inches off the left side of my hair. I seethed inside, wanting to attack them all; I had just gotten a new dye job! Instead I waited until they were finished having their fun.
Tara was the leader of the so-called “Clique” (formerly called “The Kitties” until the girls reached high school age). This group of snobby, rich brats had made it their life’s work to harass me. I still don’t really know why they chose me. I’m not really pretty, so I’m not a threat to them. And I’m not the ugliest girl either. Unfortunately, the members of the Clique didn’t seem to realize that there were other, better targets. Maybe it has something to do with Chris. Chris befriended me in 5th grade, completely ignoring Tara and her friends. Everyone knows that Tara had (and probably still has) a huge crush on him, though she’d never admit it. Unlike other guys, Chris wanted nothing to do with Tara. I never really understood why—I mean, she is pretty. Long, waist-length hair (the envy of every other girl at school), sparkling green eyes, a slim figure, and something about her that made all the boys go crazy. But it doesn’t really matter anymore; Chris moved out of state last year. But still the Clique chose to make my everyday life miserable.
After the accident in the cafeteria, I used my laptop to hack into the system and excuse myself from school for the rest of the day. What, you’ve never done that? Well, it may have been wrong, but I couldn’t go to any classes looking like that! Besides, I never do it unless I have to. This was simply one of those times.
I closed the laptop down and started down the hall. Just so you know, this is where my life changed. Whether for better or worse, I haven’t yet decided.
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