Story!

2008-08-21T13:25:00.000-07:00

Ok this is the story it is long I know but book's are long! This is not the real title and everyone's name is not the same expect the main character and if there are alot of underscores I haven't thought of that yet.
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Goth Girl
Chapter one:
The previous night I could not get to sleep. I still lie on my bed awake while the screeching of my alarm clock began. I felt the bags under my eyes while I rubbed them in agony, willing myself to throw my alarm clock across the room. I felt my heart sink while I realized the new gossip that would be spread about these stupid dark bags that now lay beneath my eyes. Not like it was going to be anything new to me or anything just the thought of people talking even MORE about me! Ughh the thought killed me a little inside was that even possible for there even to be more gossip? Yes I used to ADORE my fame but now it was just a pain because now they were talking about me for all the wrong reasons! Finally a seering headache began just by thinking way to hard about everything that changed in my life from good to horrible plus that annoying *BEEP BEEP* in the background. So not wanting to be even more in a bad attitude I reached over to turn off the wake up signal. I lie back down and start to think about the dreaded day and how it would began. Well that was a no brainier it would be exactly how it was since the first day of school. Over the past three weeks of my sophomore year everyone stared at me like I was bigfoot or something else supernatrual. It was starting to really get on my nerves. Yeah so I wore only black, hardly ever ate, keep to myself, and never spoke a word to anyone. Why does it matter to them. Yeah they came up to me occasionally and asked what my name was (even though they clearly already knew it) and I guess they didn’t really deserve the death glare I gave them, but they should have learned from the others that I clearly didn’t want to speak to anyone. They were just asking for the glare. Sooner or later they would have to catch on right. I think some already were cause my friends (the popular crowd) from last year didn’t even glance in my direction. None of them called, e-mailed, or even wonder why I just happened to be like this. Assuming they already knew what I went through that I would turn out this way. I saw it all play out right before my eyes my last night with my mother.
That cold night, nothing in the sky other than one star and the full moon right over head casting it’s long shadows before us. A cold gust of wind ruffled the trees as we went by. An eerie feeling was in the air, something disturbing was about to happen, I could feel it. " Your father seems to be recovering quit well from his addiction" my mom said while driving home from the rehab center. "I’m so proud of him I can’t wait to go to Hawaii with him once he is out" I said while starring at the moon wondering if my life could be any more perfect, everything was now just coming along. "I’m sorry hon-" but I interrupted seeing a flash of headlights coming our way "MOM!" I yelled pointing in the direction of the headlights... "April breakfast is ready!" Walter yelled from downstairs. I was so thankful that Walter called right in the middle of my day nightmare. If I would have imganed any further I would have not even gone to school despit less to even bother to get out of bed. Even to think about my mom was like committing suicide to me. Walter was my step-dad my mom had re-married after my biological father had gotten so high he nearly killed himself. Walter was a typical American man around 6 foot and average weight. He had dusty brown hair with green eyes. He was sort of muscular but not full on iron like some other men.
Considering he was a firefighter that was rarley home. So I never really got to know him so it was always a little awkward with my "condition" and all now. He saw me as this bright cheery teenager who was best friends with her mom and loved her life to what I am today. While thinking how hard I was making this on him I looked over at the blinking numbers on my alarm clock realizing how much time I had wasted in my little flashback. I had to hurry I would have to leave for school in 30 minutes. I got up slowly while still frightened by my flashback, to looking through my closet gathering my favorite out-fit (trying to make the day just a little better,) a t-shirt with a rose and thorns on it with nice black skinny jeans. I comded through my natural black wavy hair and grabbed my bag while heading down the stairs slowly. I appeared in the kitchen which looked very modern this morning the nice stained black wooden floors. It went perfectly with the granite counter tops and the black wooden stool(Just my style everything had a touch of gloom to it wether it was black or just somehow had that essence of gloom.) The little island counter tops were where we normally sat even though we had a dinning room it was used very rarely the last time we used it was my moms birthday. I shuddered at the thought. I threw my bag near the doorway and went to sit down by Walter. "Good morning you look rather gloomy this morning" he said sarcastically he was finally getting used to my new style. "Well yes it is rather gloomy today. The thought that it is Monday and the begining of a new week is always gloomy." I said mocking his tone. I think he could tell I was not my normal self today.
"What is wrong with you. It looks like you pulled a all-nighter."
"I just couldn’t sleep."
I said hoping it would calm him down while adding a weak grin. "Want anything to eat before you go." he was always a little worried that I wasn’t eating enough because now I never ate any of my mom’s favorite foods and hardly even ever ate breakfast because that was always her favorite meal. I sighed at the thought he should know already what that answer was "No" I said calmly. "Ok then if your not going to have breakfast you should probably get on your way." Just like Walter so pre-occupied by the thought of me being late or missing school. Maybe he was afraid I was turning into a rebel. I nodded in agreement and picked up my bag and walked through the front door. Looking back thinking how sad it must be to eat breakfast alone knowing someone could be there. He smiled half heartedly and waved good bye I tried to do the same but it was almost impossible. I knew he was hurting.
Well I hoped into my nice 2007 black Honda I could just feel the guilt sink in. Why should I feel guilty nothing was really my fault was it? I started the car with just one twist of the wrist and backed out of the garage still wondering with the nice low purr of the to new car. None of this could really be my thought could it? All that I wanted to do was see my dad in rehab and I couldn’t go alone I wasn’t 18 yet. So why do I feel so guilty I thought while driving along the palm trees while they swayed in the very light breeze. Maybe because I knew if I had chosen any other night to go and did not push my mother to go that night specifically she would still be here. Oh great now I was shaking this couldn’t be happening now! This idea had to get out of my head and NOW! So pulling over to the side of the road to search through my backseat to find my cd "bank" first to check at the clock to see how long I now had to get to school. The bright green letters on the screen said 7: 48 I still had nine minutes and was probably about 5 minutes from the school. So continuing to search but I found nothing! "Great" I mumbled. That’s right they were in my room I took them in two nights ago when this started happening. The same thing happening to me now!
"Ok I can do this"
"Just deep breathes and think of something better"
clearly I was talking to myself.
Two more deep breathes and I would hopefully be able to get the car in motion or I would be late. So concentrating on my breathing for a few more minutes then I put the car in drive. "Now think clearly" again talking to myself. Then it hit me like a shock wave! I had totally forgot my books at home! That is why my bag felt so light other than my notebooks and other stuff I took home for the weekend to study. Oh well I could go back at lunch it’s not like I was going to stay at school anyway for lunch. Plus that is what I normally would do. surprise the drive back and forth from school was very calming (at points) at least in my view it was. Seeing all those lovely palm trees off the highway and up and down the avenue. This place was lovely. It reminded me so much of my child hood. My parents and I moved here to the nice town of _________________ from __________________________. The town wasn’t too big
nor to small just the right size, almost homey. Like I have lived here all my life. This place was the back of my hand. Just enough to do to keep you busy every weekend. Plus right near the beach, best feature ever! Amazing sight every morning, of course my mother just had to pick the most breath-taking spot in town. Right on a cliff over looking the ocean! Even though it was a two bedroom three bathroom condo it still left you seriously breathless. While lost in my lovely little land I pulled into the school’s parking lot. Oh great there goes my happy bubble. Well here I was might as well get it over with.
So I pulled into a spot for sophomore’s only of course there were always openings because not many sophomores could drive for that matter I just happened to be an exception. grabbing my bag and opening the door slightly to just make sure it didn’t draw any more attention to me. Not like I had enough already. Yes though I was sure right about today just being like the first day of school. Everyone stared at me yet agian. I wondered if it was my car. It was a 2007 black honda. The reason why it was so amazing was cause it wasn’t even 2007 yet. I always took that into consiteration but right when I stepped out of the car they were staring still. Well there goes that possiablity. You would think I was used to all the attention from my freshman year. The only difference now was they looked at me with courious eyes not bulging eyes of wonderful curiosity to what they used to be. I walked the long casual path to my homeroom. Not paying attention to the curious eyes that followed. When I reached there I would have took my orignal seat in the back of the room. No one ever dared to sit back there. It was like my own little space that I had all to myself. But today was different I was more late than I usally was. Even the final bell hadn’t rang but when I was about to go to my seat I noticed someone in it. It was very odd everyone knew I sat back there and no one dared to even double look back there. I glanced around the room hopeing to find another spot in the back row but there was none. It was very odd. I also noticed there were more kids in the class. They were staring at me nothing knew. I glanced the room once more this time not picking up the courious eys and found only three spots open. Great this was going to be a normal day I was hoping PRAYING for it to be somewhat better my. When I saw my old best friends and then more people crowded around one of the spots I could automatically tell my hope wasn’t coming true. The second seat was by some punk girl who grew very exicted when she knew that was only one oh the three spots I had to choose from but that also was crowded around by MORE students. The third was so nice to see, even despite my bad luck so far. It just happened to be in the corner of the room with only a boy and a girl by it. They looked goth so I thought it would be safe enough to sit there. They were bound not to talk hopefully. So I made my way through the room to the seat. Just my kind of luck, my hopes once again crushed. Exactly right when I sat down the girl asked me what my name was. This could not be happening. It was like the first day all over again. Or was it the first day. Who really knew I might have just imagned what it would be like for me and it could have just felt so real. And plus there were all these new kids and they were speaking to me! Maybe it was the first day. I didn’t really care so I just looked at her with an evil glare but then that made her more courious. "You know it is rude not to answer to someone when they ask you a question." she said soundding disappointed. I just gave her the death glare untill she turned around. "And it is also rude to pretend someone your not." I mumbled under my breath but I knew she heard me cause she mumbled to herself something I was probally glad not to hear.
Then I heard the boy ask the same question. Come on seriously did he not notice I was giving her a glare. So this time I just acted as if I did not hear him. I really hope this won’t keep going on for the rest of the day cause it did not seem like the first for me. I’m not sure about all these new kids or kids that I thought were new.
During the short hour several people tried to past me a note but once I got the note I would just glance open it and glance at the text and then threw it away. Some of the notes said "How come you never talk you know it is just these kids first day the least you can do is tell them your name." Ha I knew it wasn’t the first day of school for me, at least I was right about that. Also relieved that I wasn’t crazy on one thing at least. Other notes just asked my name those I just scribbled over and drew on them to make it look like I was writing back then I just tossed them away with the rest of the notes. I swear by the end of the period the trash can was full of crumpled up notes. Which probably looked really odd cause during the time we were just reading. I knew once the teacher would walk in from his meeting (which was the reason why I was allowed to get these stupid notes in the first place) and see his trash he would ask the class what was up with that. So I tried very hard to get out of the class early. Literally jumping up when the bell rung. If the rest of the day went like first period I would more than likely kill someone.
Ok now I was just creeping myself out. Of course after 1st period I was kidding (or at least I thought I was) about killing someone. Now I was just afraid for everyone’s life around me. Why was I so irritable? Well when first period was so horrible I guess that for some odd reason there was a feeling that the rest of the day would just get better with each passing class. BOY was I wrong. It got so much worse! Everyone who’s face that was not recognizable which was probably now half the sophomore class (Plus some older ones too) came up to me wondering and asking the most common question’s. "Hi I’m so and so and I’m new what’s your name?" That is what was now pounded into my head after so many coming up to me with in, what was the last three and a half hours of the beginning of school. What was it that made them so curious of me? Seriously how was I different from everyone else? Ok stupid question there was A LOT but you would think that would repel them. It was doing the exact opposite. Why come up to a strange girl who is obviously not talking to anyone nor even making eye contact with anyone (I was always afraid they would see right threw my readable eyes.) How was that more interesting than someone who was trying to get your attention by talking to you right when you walk in the door. Better yet how did I not scare them? I know if I was new to the school (and wasn’t like this) I would defiantly go for the more friendly person. Any person would normally. Today though was an exception this was not a normal day. Far from it! After my little stressful squabble in my head I noticed I had wasted only 15 minutes of class time. Oh yeah! I still had a half hour of this boring class. Geometry never was my favorite subject and never would be. Well at least with my books it made it a little bit interesting. Stupid me though just had to forget them at home! At least study hall was after this then it was my lunch and I didn’t have anything to study obviously so I could just run home. No one would miss me hopefully. Plus this would be the best time to get my head clear and get away from all these new people. Literally like they were four and I was there favorite teddy bear. It was UNBEARABLE! Well that wasted another 5 minutes. Taking notes at this moment would be helpful so I wouldn’t have as much homework but that would only make the class go by slower. Better than doing nothing though. So pulling out my notebook and pen from my too light bag I felt eyes watching me cautiously. That was a first. The first logical reaction of the day! Maybe this day was turning around. I could feel sort of a smile coming up the sides of my mouth slowly. Forcing my head down while I turned back in my seat not to give them a heart attack or anything. Though it was killing me inside not knowing who it was. I hope it was someone new, that would be PERFECT! Just to stop the burning sensation that was now in me to know who it was I turned around slowly as if it was natural. Slowly peeking down at the face who was now staring at me wondering what I was doing, I could hear there thoughts now. "Oh my god, why is she turning around. Is it to look at me! Oh crap I must have pissed her off now I will just to have to act casual so she doesn’t speak to me." That made me grin! Only because that probably was what he was thinking his eyes first looking at me then back at his book like he was... scared. Good he should be. Then with a startle to both me and my watcher the bell rang. Now it was my time to thank god and probably for the guy too.
Yes that class was finally over! I was free to go home and just skip study hall I mean I had nothing to study because my books were at home. Well if anyone wondered where I was, (this only applying to teachers though because I didn’t really give a crap what the other people thought and I wouldn’t have to explain to them where I was anyways ) that was a good excuse! The only thing bothering me now is why was that dude staring at me like he was frightened? Oh well hopefully he would pass the message along to his little buddies and then EVERYONE would get the point! Being free from school at the moment has never felt so good just the thought that I could stay home for at least an hour and not have strangers or anyone for that matter try making small talk to me! That is a relief. On my way out to my car I see two more girls who don’t feel like going to next period and how weird is this, to of my old best friends were the one’s walking in front of me, and the goodie good ones too! ___ and ___ they were so worried about school and their future they were the last people who I would thought would skip. How weird is that? Well I wanted to get around them so I wasn’t put in the spotlight or anything to get questioned on cause if any of my old friends that were going to talk to me it would be them, for sure. While trying to pick up the pace and get around them the closer I got the better I could hear that they were already talking about me. Oh great I thought now I even have the goodie goods gossiping about me. To intertwined about what they were saying I sort of started eves dropping. Just to hear what the real rumors were that spread around the school about me. I know about the saying eavesdroppers never hear anything good but I could take that chance I have probably heard worse. Slowing my pace just to make sure I could hear them enough but so they didn’t seem to notice I was there I started to listen mindfully.
" I feel so bad for those kids. I mean all they have been through then out of it all they have to transfer schools." ___ said.
" I know it was so devastating listening to ____ story then having to hear her deal with what she was going through now with her family and everything. On top of a new school and people!" The other said.
"It is probably just a little easier that they all moved to the same school at least so they each know someone. Yet still painful because of the new people."
"Yeah especially the different people!"
Wait what were they talking about what tragedy and what do they mean by different people. Probably me is who there considering.
"I mean April could have at least shown a little sympathy to those kids."
"Yeah she didn’t have to give them that death glare! Scared half of them to death I bet."
"I know what you mean."
Ding Ding Ding we have a winner who was right? No surprise there though. Still what were they talking about and how come they haven’t said. Devastating doesn’t really specific what there talking about. Would they continue? Do they know I am listening to ever word they are saying I sure hope not because then more gossip. The strange thing was I just noticed the gossip wasn’t about me yeah I was in it but it wasn’t about me!
"You know I don’t know what her problem is anymore." ____ continued after a minute.
There is was I just had to notice that!
"Well if you think about all she has been through I mean with-"
"Yeah but she needs to consider the new kids feelings it is almost the same thing. They lost everything!"
"Yeah but think it is not the same they didn’t lose there best friend which was there mother."
"She just needs to consider everyone else’s feelings! Stop being so judgmental and get out of her little coma she is in and WAKE UP! That is all I am saying she needs to be reasonable."
Then we all walked in silence to our cars me right behind them now farther back thinking about what they said. Patiently.

Story!

2008-08-21T13:18:00.000-07:00

Ok,
I will be posting a story it is my story if I see any one any where trying to make it there's I WILL DO SOMETHING. That is pladgerisum and I am not kewl with that! So please don't try and make it your own because you don't even know where the story is going this isn't even half of the 1st chapter! I just wanted to see comments and see if it is really worth finishing. So Please be honest and tell me the truth! I take constructive critsisum VERY WELL! So don't worry!
~Aron~
P.S. It will have it's own archive.

Hey

2008-07-25T14:02:00.000-07:00

Hey Everyone,

Yup it is me Aron you may know me as EdwardFreak158 on youtube or you may not! But yup this is my blog I actually have one on hotmail at MSN spaces but that is my e-mail blog this blog is for story's and just regular updates for my peeps on youtube! That is if your awesome enough to even look at this! Well I will post more later of course! So keep updated!

~Aron~