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(unknown name); just read it...please? :D
Topic Started: Jul 26 2008, 12:45 AM (1,590 Views)
shelbymarie
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Edward's favorite stupid lamb
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(you guys must be sick of me and my stories.... :-/ ...I did a little censoring in this)

Chapter one: The beach, those eyes, and a plan:
The cold air sends shivers down his spine. Hot breath bites the nape of his neck. The wind mingles, almost plays with his hair as the violent waves of the infinate ocean crash upon a coast of white sand. The cresent moon stares down at the beach. I've been watching you, Thinks a snow-white pale fifteen-year-old girl.

Her eyes are a crystal blue. The crystal blue eyes are large on her tiny heart-shaped face. Her eyes had a tone of sadness, confusion and, surprisingly, as she watched this boy, happiness. She sit motionless on a the swing that was tactfully located behind this a boy and infront of the watery sand induced floors of the bathroom. She was not, infact perfect. The only thing that might catch your attention would be her face. She was painfully short for her age and not exactly the fittest one in school. Her hair was a dull blond with black and purple streeks through it. She was wearing a long big black hoodie that was almost as big as her. Her head was cocked slightly, and with those angelic curious eyes she almost looked like she had fallen from heaven and woundered what wounders the world would show her. A fallen angel. She swings, and the creek of the chains connecting the swing to the rail caught his attention. He turns slowly enough to give her time to get behind him. She smiles.

"H-hello?" he asks shakily. His eyes were a deep brown, that when they stared hard enough it looked as if he could see through what he was staring at. His hair was fluffy at the end so it curled up slightly. His brown hair was so dark if you nearly glanced you would assume it was black, but the girl knew better. He was tall. He looked frail and thin. Her exact opposite. His skin was pale but not as pale as her's. He held his arms around his body, because of the wind and also because he feared if he didn't, he would fall apart from fear. She puts a mask on, just a white mask with holes for eyes and a animated smile painted on, and pulls her hood on her head.

"Hi." she says mysteriously. His eyes widen, the voice was too close, he turns around to face the definate female voice, his hands holding himself tighter now.
"Who are you?" he asked tears welling in his eyes at the sight of a ghostly figure with a mask on.
"Thats for you to find out." she whispered, "I will give you the week at school to figure out who I am."
"W-what will you do if I don't figure it out?" he asked, stuttering.
"I would never hurt you, Jon." she put a hand on his cheek, he took note her nails were painted chipped colors of pink and black. He peared through the eye-holes. Beautiful eyes stared up at him. She turned away then, and walked away. He stared at her. Her footprints were so tiny, and then the wind washed away any remnants that she were ever there and then she was gone. A mask appeared at his feat. He picked it up. The inside was slightly wet. Tears perhaps? A hoodie then appeared, flailing in the wind as it got caught on an unoccupied lifeguard post. He picked it up. It smelt like strawberries. He slipped it on, partly because it was cold, partly because he couldn't get those big blue eyes out of his mind. He still held himself as he walked over to his bike and peddled to the safety and security of his home.

As Jon was safely home in his cozy house, the girl was freezing walking down the beach. She wipped away any sign she was crying and shivered in the sandy cold. For some reason she tore her hoodie off to let the wind claim it as she had put her mask in the back poket of her jeans, although she did not realize it had blown away also. She was rubbing her arms trying to keep warm.
"What was I thinking!" she yelled at herself into the air.She then started to run, and she kept running. It was no longer cold, just numb. She arrived at a seemingly abandoned building she called home. She tore into the house, wrapped a blanket around her and tore through her bathroom drawers. She finds what she's looking for and smiles.

She rips off some papertowels, bunches them up, sticks them into the opening of the nail polish remover and flips it over. She scrubs off the nail polish she has on and applies new colors. He looked at her nails so it's obvious she should change them. She put a thin coat of black and neon green on her nails then did a second coat to thicken it. She clutched the blanket against her as her nails struggled to dry quickly.Will he suspect that the person would change their nails? Why was she even doing this? What was she going to do if he didn't find out within a week? Kidnap him? She smiled. The idea was so absurd, it was like a challenge to her. A dangerous chanllenge, none the less! She searched her room for something to be sneaky in, come next week, and slowly become for frantic in her search.

"Sh*t." she said over and over again. She couldn't find her mask. She knew it wasn't a big deal, but that mask had been something special to her, a mark of their meeting. She knows who she has to go see now. She frowned. She didn't like the person very much.

She stood nervously at the front door of a luxurious mansion. Marble pillars stood on each side of the stairs. A large fountain with a two playing angels spued out water. She knocked hesitently, hopeing that maybe the person was out and she could just grab a mask herself. No such luck. A young women opened the door with a mouth in a stern straight set-in-stone line.

"What now?" she grumbled.
"I need another mask." the girl stuttered.
"God, child! If your head wasn't attached, I'm sure you'd loose that too." she growled and led the girl into the house. There were newspaper clippings everywhere about a new serial killer,"I see you've noticed my collection." the women smiled. The girl nodded as the women continued to talk, "So are you ever going to try it?"
"I don't know." the girl looked down, as if talking to her shoes.
"You know, you have to before your sixteen, right, or you'll loose it forever?" the woman snapped. The girl nodded again. The women sighed, "Here we are." She pulled down a box of old and new masks alike, "Take your pick." The girl chose the opposite of the white mask, instead of white as the base color it was black and instead of black as the animated smile it was white.
"Thankyou." the girl nodded politely at the woman. The woman nodded.
"Now get out of my house with those filthy, muddy old shoes of yours." she snapped as the girl rushed out the door.

She had acheived what she had set out to do. Get a mask. Her plan was now set in motion, the grin on her face was wide and almost as animated as the mask's smile.

-end of chapter one-
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kakao
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I love it. It's interesting and beautifully written.
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shelbymarie
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:(


come on. even if it is repulsive and you hate it and it makes you sick to your stomach please just tell me!

I wont be mad, Ill just stop writing the story!
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Aha I finally read it. And yes shelby I always love how descriptive your writing is. I wish i could have that talent.
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shelbymarie
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Your really good, my yellow friend.


You have all the talent I posses, and much more, cuzz, I don't have much talent... :P
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Haha you have lots of talents like making me laugh and you have great musical taste.
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shelbymarie
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Tehehe.
Bill has the voice of an angel and the face of an anime...not to mention the hair of a lion....
but when they try to speak english, it is so hilarious.
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Haha ya I think Bills english is the worst and georg( is that how you spell it?)is the best.
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I saw a video of Bill trying to say, "We have a beautiful weather, today!" but it sounded like, "We hawve a beaotifull wetter todway!"
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Haha yes I know i cracked up when I saw that. On youtube theres a tokiohotelchannel and they have like 37 episodes on it you should check it out.
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shelbymarie
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I'll definately check it out...


I found BILL on Myspace, his ACTUAL profile, not just the BAND profile,


I was so excited I went to a traslating website and wrote, "Hi, I wanna be your friend, add me, please?"

I just hope it wasn't a bad translating website and I sent him "Hampsters intrege me when the eat dorritos?" or something. :(
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Hahahahaha
Ya i have a translation website in my favorites when that kind of stuff happens.
Your so lucky you found his myspace!
I wonder if he likes hampsters.
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I hope so!

He better aquire a taste for dorritos, too!
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Mmmmm i do love doritos and hampsters...er well i wouldnt eat a hampster if thats what your thinking.
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Good. Hamsters wouldn't taste that great anyways, especially with dorittos.

Chapter 2: Color contacts and strange breakups-
I awoke two hours before the bus was to arrive, on a jolting thought. I would make it very near impossible for him to figure out who I was. I left my bed a mess and ran out of the house in my Miami Ink pj bottums and a regular tee-shirt. As I ran down the sleeping pavement, I found my way to the closest 24-hour-open CVS. The automatic doors opened with a surprise at an early customer. I rummaged through the store looking for the eye-care products. Isle 5. I did a brief scan of the various products lining the shelves. Eye drops of every kind, glasses, and finally all kinds contact lenses. I found the color I wanted. A light crystal green. Mysterious and believable. I then went to the counter and waited while an 20 year old with an acne problem scanned the box and handed me the bag and recept. I ran out the doors and headed back into the house.

It took me about an hour and a half to put the contacts in. My failed attempts involved me poking my eyes and dropping the contact. As I walked out of the bathroom, my alarm clock went off and made me jump. I dashed over to it and shut it off agressivly. I put on my favorite outfit. A loose tee-shirt and my tight pair of jeans. I slipped my shoes on and combed through my tired angry hair. I grabbed my backpack as I slipped out the door to get on the head-ache inducing bus.I sat next to my brown haired, wide-eyed, over active friend, Anin. I was thinking about how I should get a car as we pulled into the school. I groaned as I walked through the doors of my own personal hell. My locker was a chalky green and was easily spotted. Unlike all the other locker's, mine did not include a lock, so I had to buy a red lock, just so I could stand out just a little more, instead of being normal and blending in, which is what I strive to do, unsucessfully, might I add, I had to be the odd one out. I stocked my locker with my pink and grey, pin induced, over-the-shoulder style backpack. I pulled out my French, Math, and gym stuff as I rushed into my Homeroom/Math-class.

The teacher was nothing special. Ordinary and nothing exciting about him. He had a slight beard and a growing bald spot on the center of his thin dark brown and slightly graying hair. He was talking about how math will, indeed come to use of us in future years, and he always pounced on the opportunity to make up an imaginary situation explaining so, as he was now. This explaination of this gave me time to study people. That was my habbit. I was either staring on purpose or into space and accidentally freaking somebody else when they noticed I was just staring blankly at them with a dopey little face on. One student was picking at her nail, then biting it. Yuck. I hated it when people bit their nails, nasty habbit. Another was rubbing his pencil in between his hands so fast,it was as if he was trying to start a fire. Then, there were the gossiping girlies, who had their own little circle, giggling occasionaly at an unseen, and probably cruel amusment. Jon was sitting at his desk, looking from side to side with a nervous tint to his eyes. I laughed on the inside but let a small laugh escape from my pale pink lips.

"Something funny, Miss Feather?" the teacher asked in mock curiosity.
"Uh, er, no..." I stuttered.
"Then why did you laugh?" he demanded.
"Something that happened last night, I just remembered." I hinted towards Jon, he looked my way with an open mouth, then shook his head and sighed, the teacher went back to his speach. That made my nervous eyes glaze over with anger. Was it so impossible that it could have been me on that beach last night? My thoughts growled. I let out a prolonged sigh. The teacher turned his head towards me and p;ointed to the door.

"Molly, why don't you go out in the hall until you decide thatyou can conduct yourself properly and not disrupt class." he snapped at me. I glared at him, then Jon as I walked out of the classroom, so badly wanting to slam the door and march out of the school, but instead, I closed the door lightly and slid to the floor, letting my neck bend back to rest my head on the poorly painted lockers. I closed my eyes and then heard the door open. I opened my eyes and looked at the person. Jon. He walked past me and went up to his girlfriend in the hall. I raised my eyebrow. I strained to hear what they were saying.

"Hey, Hillary?" he asked her.
"Oh, hey Jon." she answered seductivly.
"Um, I, uh...." he stutters.
"Just spit it out, sweetie." she tells him.
"I want to break up with you." he says, and its clear from his voice he is straining to keep himself in controll, I raised my eyebrow.
"What?" she cried, "But, I love you, what did I do?"
"Its all me, you did nothing wrong, I just need to focus right now." he finished and he walked back glancing at a relaxed, smiling me and his face was flushed and pale. I wounder what he's up to.

finally finished



Edited by shelbymarie, Aug 19 2008, 01:11 PM.
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