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ooh darling i told you had to re do the whole first chapter.

Okay, so because of me you don’t want to comment on her story? Your loss. And just as a reward for your ignoring me (as you should) here is Chaprer one of a new story she is writing:

Tuesday, June 16, 2009
chapter one of my inspired story. you wont get it yet
Current mood: awake

The rustling of papers and the movement of chairs across hard concrete is making it hard to concentrate on even reading a simple book. I close my eyes and a grainy image comes to my mind. In this picture, the class is silent, frozen like ice, and the only sound audible is the eerie scratching of a quill held by an elderly, almost ancient, man as he writes on the brown-white paper. For no reason at all he stands and puts the paper on the board. I stare at the words, not noticing at first that it is a class roster. Abruptly the man turns around and snaps his fingers, and both doors to our classroom open revealing two men in black-violet robes stepping into our classroom. The men have their faces covered.

Outside my little image the real classroom becomes silent, and I open my eyes. The vision I had just seen is now more vivid than ever. The men, the robes, the parchment, and the stone like students are all there before me. Now that all of this is visible the ancient man crosses a name off of the long list. Jordon, a boy I haven’t known long, is the name he chose. The man in the robe closest to Jordon snaps his fingers and Jordon wakes up and screams as nothing but air slices through his white throat. He stops screaming, and I know he is dead. I have to clasp my hands over my mouth to suppress a scream that’s about to penetrate my lips. The blood rushes to the floor, and on the girl’s shoe who is beside him. She doesn’t notice; she is still frozen

I touch my arm to make sure im not frozen as well, and confirm my beliefs; im not stone. Im the only one. The man at the front of the room crosses another name off of his list. Jenna, she is one of my friends. I start to say something, but I cant. My voice has been taken from me just like these children’s lives are being taken. Jenna wakes up and you can see blood rushing from her mouth, and she coughs up more and more blood. Then she takes one final attempt at a breath and lays her head on the desk. Why are these men here? What did this class do to deserve this? I realize just as I wipe my eyes that I can move. I stand up. Its not far from here to the front where the man is standing.

He notices me standing, and says something I don’t understand. He crosses off another name. and I hear another scream. I take a step, and I can feel my chest tighten, he is watching me. He turns and marks off another name. blood covers the floor now. It is as if we are in a slaughter house, and my classmates are the pigs. I start to run for the front and trip over something in the floor, and I land in blood, I don’t dare look down, for I know what I will do if I look. “Don’t try to stop me boy." the man was talking. He snapped his fingers, and simultaneously everyone wakes up, and then their hearts are ripped out spilling red liquids all over the floor, leaving no inch of our floor still grey.

I scramble to stand as the blood gets thicker. The men in the velvet robes grab my arms, and they take me up to the man. “Do you want to know why I killed them?" He laughs. “Of course you do! But I guess things don’t work that way." He is laughing while the two men put a cloth bag over my head. And they cuff my hands.

Before I know it im out cold, and when I wake up I am in a chamber, strapped to what looks like an operating table. It is standing straight up though, and I am looking out over a dungeon full of children about my age. There is only 1 girl and she is crying. All of the boys are trying to scream although we are all under his spell. The man, who is the killer, comes in, and sits in a chair, which is facing everyone. “First off, everyone you know and care about is dead. Fight for your right to live, and for your right to start a family. You will be in charge of a country if you win. If you loose. You will be dead. Have fun my children, make friends, pick a partner. For this will all be over soon enough. Welcome my children, to the war of your world." He smiles and we are all released falling to the ground.

1:06 PM

This story was written by my girlfriend, Mirasore24. I had nothing to do with it and it is not one of my lies. I love the author and am very proud of her accomplishments. I simply put it here to show her off to the place that I made a fool of myself in. I’m not really interested in your comments because I know it to be a beautiful story.

“Sunday, June 14, 2009
a story about a boy
Current mood: calm
Category: Writing and Poetry

I know I can do it this time, I have to. They are going to laugh if I don’t. please don’t laugh. Ok. Im holding onto the first bar. Both hands. Oh ya bend your knees Jared! Ok, now second bar, and third. Oh no I cant let go. They are all going to laugh now. Im falling. Ow my knee is bleeding. He doesn’t care. He calls me fat. But momma says im not fat. She says its baby weight. Im not a baby.

They were all watching. Now they are laughing at me. I don’t like them! My leg hurts! Who’s touching me? Jessica? Why would she help me. “come on, lets go get a band aid”

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“Jared, pay attention, im teaching. Get your nose out of that book.” Of course they laugh. They can’t read anyway. I shouldn’t get mad. She is a stuck up bitch. I hate this class, everyone in it should die. No wait. Jessica. She cant die, not now, she is lovely. Jessica.

“So everyone should do chapter three questions, we will go over them Thursday. That means you too Jared.” everyone laughs and gets up to leave.

“so Jared what are you doing next Friday? Because me and some of the kids from church are bowling, and I want you to go.” Its Jessica, she is always nice to me. But I guess I have plans for next Friday now. Ill go then.

“ya I’ll go, what time?” 6. I can go at 6. She leaves now. Why is she nice to me? No one in the world likes me except her and my mom. Dad left us, I guess I wasn’t good enough for him. Oh well, I guess I should go to math.

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Maybe I should stop eating. that’s why im fat. Mommy says not to worry because I am so young. But they make fun of me. I don’t like it when they laugh.

Football, I should play football. Daddy played football when he was young. Then maybe if I play, he will find out, and come home. I miss him. Mommy doesn’t. She doesn’t want him to come back. There is Steve now. Steve likes to help me change. I don’t need help, but he helps anyway.

Maybe Steve can teach me football. He watches it. Here he comes. I don’t need to change. Stop touching me Steve. No, mom! Make him stop!

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“Jared, why don’t you tell us your answer to numbers 1-6?”

“ 174, 19, 14.8, square root of 2., 6, 79.”

“Very good Mr. Henderson, now everyone partner up and finish today’s assignment.”

No one wants to be my partner. I have all of the answers, I could help them. Oh no, the new girl is coming over here. She isn’t very bright. At least I can help her. She looks nice though. Why isn’t anyone wanting to be her partner? Oh well, used again.

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Stop pushing me! I didn’t do anything to them. I just live and they have to hurt me. Why? Mom says I can fight back. Should I? he punched me in the nose. Wow, im bleeding pretty bad. The teachers are coming now. I should try to leave. I feel dizy. Why do they hate me? Im only 12, what did I do?

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“So are you any good at this?” I haven’t been bowling since Steve brought me. Steve is gone now, so its ok. I think im going to try to bowl though. Jessica is trying. She looks really pretty today. All of these people here are nice to me. None of them know what happens at school. If they did they wouldn’t talk to me like they are. Someone said Jessica likes me. She only is being nice. But I like Jessica. I really like her. Maybe she would go out with me. Im not fat anymore. I am smart. I cant ask. Oh look! I scored 9 that time! Im having fun. I haven’t had fun in a long time. I should do this more often.

I don’t want to leave but we have to. I am going to stop and get something across the street before I head home. I told mom I would bring home something to eat. Mom has been really sad lately. She doesn’t cook much, and she likes to drink. But she has been through a lot. With Steve. And my father. Jessica hugged me! A real hug!

Why are they talking to me? I just wanted to order some food. He always ruins everything. How could they say this stuff about Jessica? They don’t know her to say that. What if its true. He is going to punch me I can feel it. Oh, the cops came in for dinner, he wont do it now. Thank you. I want to go home. They tripped me. He hates me. But that’s ok.


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Don’t do it again. I have opened my locker 3 times. Stop shutting it. I cant say anything or you will hit me. He always messes with me. And they laugh. They always laugh. Im not worth anything. Its true what they say. I should go home. I should not be alive. Jessica wont even talk to me now. She didn’t answer when I called her name. I love you Jessica.

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Dear mom. i love you. you were always great. always. your not the reason i did this. i know you love me even though you drink. its ok, i understand about Steve and dad. take care of yourself when im gone. ill miss you. and ill watch over you from wherever i go.

Jessica, i love you too. you were always nice to me. im sorry if i hurt you ever.

to him. you are horrible. you showed me i really wasnt worth it. im glad im dead now. its what you wanted. goodbye.

a gunshot was fired. a body was found. goodbye Jared.

(NOT A TRUE STORY. SO DON’T FREAK OUT.)

Geass wrote: I have always hated plays for some reason.

But action novels are good aren’t they Geass?Especially the Lincoln Rhyme series.

yo lets hear about me
1st i dont smoke nicotene
but i like beans and cheese with cow meat
and when it comes to my ladies i like the sweet like cotton candy

lol
ive always loved any form of literature

I have always hated plays for some reason.

She Talks To Angels

kools

writing a play
called 'She Talks To Angels'