August 23, 2008Project Drama [Part 29]Project Drama [Part 29] Recap: “You’re kidding right?” Josh’s P.O.V She rolled her eyes. “We really have nothing else to do.” I nodded my head. “Like what, Josh? Tell our parents? I told Shaant I would but I wouldn’t be able to bring myself up to that. Not after what my mom just got me.” “Yeah, my father would kill me. Literally, I think he’d get a knife and,” “Where would we stay though?” She interrupted. We both thought for a long moment. “We’d have to drop out though, and you honestly think I’d agree to that?” I looked her and laughed. “Probably not. Why don’t we just miss a couple of days of school or something I don’t know. Just until we figure this all out. We could stay at Gee’s house – never mind he’s not at his house. Pete’s P.O.V I inhaled some more of the cigarette. All of a sudden I could hear a cop car in the alley way. “Hey kid what are you doing?!” A cop yelled. I sighed. “Oh shit,” I said to myself. I threw the cigarette on the ground and quickly stepped on it. I quickly started to run out through the alley way into another one and then I when I heard the police car driving ahead in the darkness I jumped a fence into somebody’s yard. I stopped breathing for a second waiting for the police to keep on driving. I sighed quietly looking around a messed up backyard. It didn’t look like a regular Newport Beach house. More like a small house from Texas. The grass was all muddy but the house looked quite homey. There was a light on in the small basement. There was a skinny girl about my height in the basement she had black hair. She kind of looked familiar a bit. Suddenly, it looked like she was in trouble. Black smears came running down her face and then I heard three horrific screams. I quietly ran across the long and went by the window and looked in. It was Katelyn, Katelyn Williams. She was defiantly panicking, screaming, shouting, crying and her clothes were torn. I knocked on the window hardly. Her eyes shot my way and they widened. She ran toward the window jumping up on a graffiti-written desk she gave me a motion to step back. A second later she smashed the window with a glass bottle taking out the window screen next. “What’s wrong?!?” I asked quickly starting to lose my sane in the way she was in – it looked quite horrid. I could hear tons of yelling and banging coming from upstairs. “I can’t explain right this second…in a short story. UH UMM…” she said quickly her words gaping together as she helped me in, “my mom she left to somewhere I forget and – and said it was all an act and my step dad would be here maybe tonight and I had to make it threw…they’re tearing up the house and I don’t know what to do…” I gasped. “Well, I’ve never been in this situation before. Ugh don’t you have a cellular device or something? To call the police?” She shook her head. “No, I don’t,” she smudged off tears, “How about you? You should have one!” “Eh, I don’t think we can call the police…I was just running from them. How about we just run out through the window I came from?” I suggested. She shuttered. “Okay, okay…what about my kitty?” “Is she black?” “Y-yeah, she’s black her name is Corpse.” She stuttered shaking. I took off my coat wrapping it around her. “She’s outside don’t worry we could probably get her tomorrow. Come with me I’ll take you to my house.” “You can’t! Nobody can know about this! You’re the only one who knows about this!” She panicked more. I froze. “Uh – well, don’t worry you can trust me. I won’t tell nobody!” She nodded her head. Katie didn’t have much of a better choice. I helped her crawl threw the window I came in. Once she squeezed out into the darkness I did the same thing. I grabbed her hand running through the yard. Helping her hop over the fence which was quite hard seeing how she wouldn’t stop shaking. I grabbed her hand again running through the alleyways I came through before we had to hop a couple of fences to get to my house. I went for a stroll so I could smoke – my parents don’t know of my habit. I helped her climb the water tube thing to get up to my balcony. She screeched quietly a couple of times looking four stories down. I quickly climbed up behind her putting the key into the door to get into my bedroom. “I’ll be right back, Katie – I should go say good-night to my parents so they don’t suspect I went out late or anything. I ran downstairs going into the kitchen running into my mom and dad kissing. “Can you guys stop?” I said looking away disgusted. They laughed. “I’m really tired right now and I have to get up to do a project for school early tomorrow so I’ll be going to bed.” “Okay, good-night sweetie. We’re going to bed right away too,” my mom smiled kissing me on my forehead. My dad gave me a hug. Before I went back upstairs to my bedroom I grabbed a jug of water. I heard my mom mumble something but I couldn’t quite make out what it was. “Here you go,” I spoke handing her the jug of water which she drank slowly. I frowned a bit scared myself. “What happened? Why did your mom leave?” I questioned quickly. I looked at her clothes. “What happened to your clothes, you have bruises on your arms?!” She gulped down more of the water. “My step f-f-father he a-abused me. My mom had to leave because of him…I only have torn clothes.” I nodded my head trying to receive the information with the best possible expression I could. “I can give you a long shirt to wear. Do you have any place to go?” Katelyn nodded her head. “Yes, I do. My father…my mom said to just ‘show up at his doorstep’ or something like that. I’ve never told him or Anabelle or Andy.” I listened as I looked through all of my clothes for a big shirt. “I don’t know what to do…” I gave her a big Nightmare Before Christmas one. “You can just go into the bathroom wash up and change. I’ll be able to hear you so we can talk.” She nodded going into the bathroom. “Well, I could see from your angle why you wouldn’t tell your dad. You’re obviously afraid of your step dad. He seems pretty bad ass.” “Y-Yeah,” she agreed. “I’ll just have to say she left…” “Hmm…it seems like the only thing you can do.” She came out in a second in a big shirt. I put my hand on her back showing her the bed. “I only have one so we’ll have to share. ‘Because I will not sleep on a couch and you seem like you need a real bed to sleep on. I hope it’s not too awkward for you.” Her eyes looked drowsy and she said nothing falling onto the bed. I put blankets over her. “We’ll have to go to your house tomorrow get your kitten and come back. She can stay here for awhile.” She nodded her head closing her eyes tightly putting the blankets up to her neck. I went into the bathroom changing quickly and came out turning off the lights crawling into bed. --- “How about a cig?” I offered as she came into my yellow Porsche. She shook her head. “Do you mind if I smoke in the car?” She shook her head again. I puffed the smoke as I started the engine. “This house is officially ruined. You didn’t have any valuables did you?” “No, not at all.” She told the truth. When we got into the school parking lot I threw out the smoke putting it out. “We’re late,” I announced, “the teachers won’t mind. Your last class in French, right?” “Yes,” she said. I nodded my head. “You sit behind me. I’ll take you to your dad’s after school and you can tell him – well, not everything. You know what…” “Okay,” she agreed. Emily’s P.O.V “WHAAA!” I fell back on the hallway floor all my books falling on me. “What the heck?!” I got up quickly grabbing all of my text books and Hannibal Rising. I looked up. “Oh hi, Jeremy.” “EMILY!” He said sort of ‘happily’. “Or uh, hey, Emily it is right?” I giggled nodding my head. “Sorry for uh bumping into you h-hardly…” he stuttered. “It’s okay,” I giggled again. “I have to get to my first class. Claire will probably kill me if I don’t soon.” I giggled, again. I hate giggling. Although I do, do it a lot. It’s quite the suffering habit. “Uh y-yeah,” he stuttered, “I have to go to my first class too. Uh Mikey and Frankie will probably kill me also…see yeah!” I quickly ran toward my first class. Claire (as to be expected) was quite frustrated. “Where the hell were you?” She asked furiously. “Good morning everyone. Today in algebra,” Mr. Harrison came quickly into the classroom a bit tardy. I thought up quickly and then lied, “Some idiot in the hallway knocked my books and stuff over. So I was just yelling at him and stuff…it’s all taken care of now though.” The day went by quickly.
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August 19, 2008Guess The Lyrics. IIIStep 1: Put your music player on random. 1.
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August 10, 2008Project Drama [Part 28]Project Drama [Part 28] Recap: “I love you,” she whispered. Blair’s P.O.V FLASHBACK “Hello.” Beth said quietly. Jessica looked at her with a grim face. “SHUT UP BETH CAN’T YOU SEE I’M TRYING TO TALK TO JESSICA!?!” I yelled. Beth stepped back a bit. “HOW COULD YOU SAY I LIKED FRANKIE?!? FRANKIE IS JUST UGH! I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU WERE THAT LOW! I’M NOT THE ONE CHEATING ON MY BOYFRIEND!” Jess eyes widened and she replied furiously, “I TOLD YOU I AM NOT CHEATING ON JOSH! I DON’T LIKE SHAANT! CAN’T YOU GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD?!? MAYBE SHAANT LIKES ME OR SOMETHING BUT…” “WHY WOULD HE LIKE YOU ANYWAY!? YOU’RE PROBABLY THE ONLY GIRL HE’S EVER DATED!” Beth chuckled. I gave her a thumb up. “WHAT?! YOU CAN TALK CRAP ABOUT ME BUT DON’T DRAG SHAANT IN THIS!” I was out of control this time by the time she pushed me I pushed her back. “STOP PUSHING ME!” She yelled and continued to push all at the same time. “YOU STOP PUSHING ME! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS!” I yelled back pushing her until this time when she pushed me back she went full force and I fell on the ground. “YOU KNOW WHAT JESSICA - BETH AND I ARE OUT OF HERE! YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!” I pushed on Beth’s shoulder blade out of the backyard and through the gate to my car. “I don’t need Jessica! She was never a good friend anyway. You know Beth you are not so bad actually.” I started up the engine and drove her back to her house. “Do you want me to go get Gerard?” She asked kindly. I shook my head. “Just tell him I said hey. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She waved good-bye and I did the same. FLASHBACK I nodded my head. “Yeah, she looks overweight…” I said looking away. I was sitting down at the regular orange-colored table in the Cafeteria. I was sitting at the end of a very long one and Emily sat across from me. She pouted. “Bee what’s wrong with you?” She asked immediately seeing the unsteady edge in my eyes. I shook my head taking a sip of my apple juice. I looked around the Cafeteria and spotted Jessica, Josh, Claire and Gee. “I can’t believe her! Probably getting Claire and Gee against me!” It raged out. Emily nodded her head awkwardly. She picked up her tray of salad and O.J and responded tensely, “Yeah, Blair, I can see you’re in a bad mood. I’m just going to uh go over to that table!” She pointed to where Jessica was talking to everybody and ran away from me. “Well, whatever EMILY! WHO DRINKS O.J ANYWAY?!! THAT STUFF IS GROSS!” I yelled across the Cafeteria. Everybody turned their heads to me. “WHAT? IT IS! APPLEJUICE IS WAY BETTER!” I looked down and sipped more of my apple juice. I saw Frankie walk through the line. “HEY EMO BOY!” I yelled again. Frankie continued to walk not even noticing. I rolled my eyes. “FRANKIE!” He turned and sighed continuing going through the line and once he grabbed his drink he looked around the Cafeteria. “FRANKIE!” I yelled again and pointed to a seat ahead of me. Surprisingly he came to sit by me. Even though I am Blair Vaness…Frankie was hard to persuade. “Uh yeah, what? About the project…when do you want to me to come over?” I sipped more apple juice. “Uh…when ever. When ever you want.” Frankie spit out some orange substance. “UH! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DRINK O.J TOO?!?!” Frankie chuckled. “What’s wrong Blair? Even for you…you’re acting kind of strange. And c’mon O.J isn’t that bad. Just without sugar or with the pulp it kind of sucks.” I rolled my eyes. “The O.J isn’t the problem. Emily is! Claire is! Josh is! Shaant is! JESSICA SHE’S THE WHOLE PROBLEM!” I smacked my hand on the table. “We got into a fight. We’ve never fought before! The last time we fought was when…we both wanted the same rain boots when we were seven.” Frank Iero nodded his head. “What about exactly?” He asked actually…he sounded curious. I sighed and told him, “Well, we were fighting over Shaant Hacikyan, Josh Farro and-,” I hesitated looking up at Frankie. I giggled and continued, “you.” He had a shocked face and replied, “Me? What exactly were you fighting about?” “Well, I started to get mad when she got sick at my yacht party. Then she convinced Josh and me that Shaant should take her home. Then I didn’t hear from her all weekend and finally when somebody finally answered on Monday WHICH SHE WASN’T AT SCHOOL anyway she didn’t even answer SHAANT DID. So we were fighting about cheating and stuff, Then she dragged you in…saying I cheat on Gee with you. I mean we don’t even hang out.” I explained. Frankie chuckled. “You guys are fighting over the stupidest thing ever. Why don’t you just be the bigger person and apologize or something.” A loud bell came through the Cafeteria. Frank squinted. “Well, I’ll see you in Biology.” I nodded my head waving good-bye. - Another harsh bell rang like lunch and fourth period. School was finally over. It was the longest day I have ever experienced this year. Frankie smiled consulting me, “Okay just go to the gym and apologize. I’m sure everything will be great. I got a text from my mom I don’t think I’ll be able to come over tonight…how about this weekend you know unless you don’t have a party or something…” “Uh yeah, you can come over no parties.” I said dully waving good-bye. “Wait!” Frankie turned his head to look at me. I walked up to him and thanked, “Oh and uh thanks…for listening about the Jessica thing.” I awkwardly hugged him. A couple minutes after I was alone in the Biology classroom I finally had the courage to go in the gym and talk to Jessica. I smiled to myself and ran there. But an image in my head couldn’t get out as I opened the gym door. “What the hell is going on?” I spit out. There stood Shaant Hacikyan and Jessica White kissing and holding hands. I think…if you could call it ‘holding hands’ but for sure they were kissing. “BLAIR! IT’S NOT…” “Wow Jessica I was actually going to be the bigger person and come in here and apologize. But then it turns out I’m right anyway.” I rolled my eyes running out of the gym. “Oh and by the way, Shaant…you have a lot of explaining to do to Josh and Gee.” Hayley’s P.O.V I rolled over and the stone ground. My eyes opened and it was still all dark. “Mischa? Anabelle?” I searched. Where is everybody? I thought. Before when I got kidnapped by God knows who Mischa was in here and was silent as heck. Then Anabelle came in shaking and she hasn’t stopped since…at least I don’t think I have no clue where she is. Then a piercing light came from the door. There was two of the big dark silhouettes coming to me. “Supper?” I asked pleadingly. “No,” There rusty voices spoke, “you’ll be released.” I rolled my eyes. “We can see that.” They yelled harshly. “We’re not joking you’ll be released through the alley way. You can go home tell them all you want.” One of them exclaimed. The other one grabbed me carelessly putting me in this dark hole. “Crawl through,” they instructed. Josh’s P.O.V I knocked lightly on the door. Hopefully just hopefully Shaant won’t answer the door. That would make this situation 40.9 percent worse. Just my luck… “Hey umm…Shaant is Nicole there?” In a matter of seconds Shaant slammed the door right in my face. I stepped back and knocked lightly trying not to lose my temper. Nicole answered this time. She stood their quietly. “We need to uh - seriously talk.” She didn’t say anything just opened the door widely. Was she expecting me to come inside? I followed her. We went into her back yard. I continued to follow her in this forest like thing. A pine tree-like vines through this forest. There was small water fountains all through the forest. We stopped by a big angel water fountain. There was a wooden bench and she sat down on it. I did the same looking at her clueless. I took a deep breath. “Yes, so are you like one month pregnant?” She rolled her eyes still not talking. “Well, I guess that’s not something to joke about. Uh listen I haven’t told anybody about this. But you are going to start getting uh…fat-bigger…so they’ll think the rumors are true so we need figure this out. I really liked the idea for abortion. Why don’t we do it like they did it in Juno?” I explained. “No, were not. This isn’t like Juno I don’t want it to be like adoptive and then they think about why we gave them up!” She finally spoke. I waited to speak for a long quiet moment. Once it passed I began, “Well, what do you suggest we do exactly?” She sighed. “Honestly, what’s your problem? It’s all your fault that were in this situation. What happened to a condom, huh?” She shouted. “Sh, sh, sh!” I hushed her. “Shaant could find out and-“ “Oh shut up,” she yelled again, “Shaant already knows I told him. He’s brother he has a right to know. He won’t tell anybody…he doesn’t even know that you’re the father!” I said. “I honestly don’t know what we should do! Aren’t you going out with Jessica already?” I shook my head. “I don’t know what to do. Yes, I am going out with her. What do you want me to do break up with her?” She nodded her head slightly. “WELL, I CAN’T SHE’S POPULAR AND I’M POPULAR IT’LL RUIN MY REP!” Nicole rolled her eyes. “C’mon Josh your reputation is basically over when this baby starts to grow. Don’t you think it’ll ruin Jessica’s rep if YOU break up with her? You don’t stop to think things do you, Josh?” “I guess I don’t!” I yelled. “WELL, WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO HUH?!?!” I hollered again. “Well, I’m not doing this alone. Please tell me you’re not that selfish and considerate to do that? Just give it up for abortion or put it up for adoption! Why don’t we just stay somewhere for a little while?” Nicole suggested. “You’re kidding right?”
Sorry I haven't been posting. I haven't been getting inspiration...and I have been waiting for awhile. You know that original fanfiction I had? The Composition of the Canvas? Well, I'm going to re-name it but I don't know what it's going to be yet. But I'll post soon! =D
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July 17, 2008Project Drama [Part 27] Sorry for the mix up the last one was part 26!Project Drama [Part 27] Recap: “You don’t exactly put yourself out there…” Rheagan’s P.O.V Patrick sighed heavily. “Yes, I put myself out there. Just because I’m not very good at football and I don’t enjoy it…girls only like boys who play sports. They don’t care for band geeks…” I stomped on the breaks as a red light occurred quickly. I stared at Patrick in shock. “Band geek? I love band geeks! Remember Justin he played acoustic guitar! And since when are you a band geek? You don’t even play an instrument! You call computer a musical instrument?” I yelled unnecessary. “I taught Justin how to play one chord because he threatened me! He just made me so it made him look good in front of you! I’ve played drums for awhile. You know how I always ask you to come to band practices!” Patty yelled back. I squinted my eyes as I continued to drive to my house. “Right, Patrick why would Justin do that? See that’s the reason we broke up – because you kept getting in the way and saying Justin did this and Justin did that. For one, he did not cheat on me and he did not do that silly chord thing – or whatever you want to call it. And you said you were a manager of a band or something!” This isn’t good. Patrick and I never fight! “I’m the manager of and durmast of a band thank you very much!” This wasn’t like Patty to fight with me – or anybody for that matter. Or especially, yell – at me! I did a risky turn and dropped him off at his house quickly and left crying. I was very whiny – you could say. I drove to only one person’s house. Well, actually I really had two choices. Nicole or James. I choose Nicole because she was my best friend and I’d be talking to James later tonight. *** NikkiGLosers says: Honestly, Patrick she’s crying! Rheagan’s always happy! She looks like she’s never cried before. It’s Patrick not Patty. My ex-best friend called me that says: She’ cries over everything! “I DO NOT CRY OVER EVERYTHING! You know what it’s not fun having him as a friend anyway. I got to go, Nikki. Date with James.” I stomped out very unhappy. Hopefully James will make everything better.” Nicole’s P.O.V Rheagan dashed out of my bedroom door. I rolled my eyes quickly apologizing to Patrick. I logged off my computer and took a deep breath. I had more things on my mind to always worry about Rheagan’s problems. Like what I’m about to do right now. I took very, very, very slow footsteps as I walked outside of my door. I slowly taped on Shaant’s bedroom door. “Nicole not right now!” He shouted. I could hear him singing and then writing down something – well, obviously lyrics. I opened the door slightly to see him doing what I predicted. I opened the door fully and then closed it loudly and sat silently on his bed. “Nicole didn’t we all discuss that privacy is well, mandatory in the Hacikyan house?” I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Shaant…listen I need to ask you a favor.” He shook his head and continued to write more lyrics. “Remember the time you skipped a week of school to do that concert thing with your band in Austin and covered for you? Remember before we moved and you caught from the principal for having marijuana and I pretended to be mom? Remember when you left to Vegas for a week and you were supposed at soccer camp and I had to go for you? You always told me you’d pay me back. I need you to do something.” His eyes shifted. “Okay Nicole…what is it? Do you need to skip school for a couple of days? Do you want me to keep low to mom about the rumor going on about you and Josh? ‘Cause all the mom’s in Newport are talking about it.” I stroked the back of my neck awkwardly. “Well, you are sort of on the right track,” I began. I breathed deeply. Shaant’s eyes widened. I stuttered, “I-I-I am p-p-pr-pr-pregnant.” I thought Shaant would burst out laughing but instead he screamed. “I CAN’T DO THIS! YOU HAVE TO TELL MOM!” He panicked and paced in a fast motion. Then he slowly turned to the doorway. I jumped in front of him going head first into the white carpet. I screamed, ‘nooooo!’ He nodded his head. “YES! Nicole c’mon! I’m a guy I can’t help myself! If you had a sister…that’s not the point the point is you should tell mom. Immediately!” I shook my head. “No, I can’t. Well, at least not yet. Please Shaant! If you do I’ll rat you out for the marijuana last year!” He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine. But you have to promise you’ll eventually tell her. And by eventually I mean pretty soon. I can’t keep secrets as well as you can.” I nodded my head agreeing. “Oh Shaant and Nicole! I have a surprise for you two!” Our mother’s sweet voice tingled from two floors down. Shaant looked at me. I rolled my eyes grabbing his forearm and dragged him down the stairs. Once we got into the living room there was a large contraption of some kind. It was covered by a huge, dusty, beige, sheet. Mother quickly unwrapped it. “SURPRISE!” I gasped. Katelyn’s P.O.V My whole body shook as I unsteadily walked to the big blue house with Chris my father, Anabelle and Andy. When I got home the next day I missed a whole week of school. It was the best week I ever had as Anabelle, Andy, Chris, my step mom Andrea and me went Cancun, Mexico. But now since I was late coming home from that one night I spent with Pete Wentz…I’ll have to pay the consequences. All of us where in a perfect straight line coming to the door. Chris was first, Andrea was second, Ana was third, Andy was fourth and then I slowly walked last. Chris taped on the door lightly not bothering to ring the doorbell. I could hear the horrid footsteps coming to the door. I took a big deep breath. Andy and Anabelle turned around and looked at me wonderingly. I haven’t even told them. There was only one person I told. I’ve regretted it everyday. But he hasn’t told anybody so maybe I shouldn’t worry so much… “Hello Chris and Andrea! What a surprise! Where’s my little Katie? I’ve missed her so much.” Rochelle said sweetly (way too sweetly). It was quiet in the house. Chris, Andrea, Andy and Anabelle all moved to the side so Rochelle could see me. She smiled hugging my gently and unexpectedly she kissed the top of my forehead inviting everybody else in. Rochelle asked them to make their self at home. Everybody sat around the coffee table in the living room. Andrea admired her small petit house. “You know sometimes I wish I purchased a smaller house or Chris and I got a new one. But we just couldn’t especially since the kids just decorated Katelyn’s room.” Rochelle looked up in astonishment and smiled. “Really? I’ve never really met ‘the kids’.” She looked over at the quiet teenagers sitting down eyes on the ground. “Andy and Anabelle, I suppose?” I shot a shocked look at her. How does she even know their names? “Yeah, that’s their names.” Chris grinned. “Anyways, Rochelle we really have to get going. I promised I’d take Andy golfing before I go to the executive’s office. And Andrea promised to take Anabelle shopping.” I got up hugging Anabelle and Andy tightly. I whispered quietly, “Pick me up tomorrow I heard it was going to rain.” Anabelle rolled her eyes in disbelief. My father squeezed me kissing me on the forehead and Andrea gave me a light hug. I waved good-bye out the door. When I shut the door I slowly rewinded to my mom. Oh no. Rochelle ran up to me and hugged me tightly. I could feel teardrops lightly hit my shoulder. I let of go of her confusingly. “Wait. Where’s Cody?” I asked curiously. “He’s gone, Katie. Finally. He’s left. He found another girl.” Yeah, right. He wasn’t gone this was all trick. All of this it was a trick. A trick that will be corrupted in about 30 seconds or maybe a minute or two. “Stop it, stop it right now.” Wow. Rochelle cried more. “He already tried to kill me just in case I went to Newport’s police. Cody’s gone Katie. Cody is finally gone. We don’t have to deal with him anymore.” I had a sudden urge of frustration and an urge of encouragement. “Rochelle stop it.” She looked at Katelyn shockingly. “Deal with him anymore? You were always in his game!” Rochelle stopped still shocked. “I had to Katelyn! I had to play along. He’s killed people before! Whenever you come home from school do you see me drunk or high? I never am. Listen Katelyn I want to be a better mom. You’re going to live with Chris and Andrea. I’m going to Massachusetts. Our hometown, your Grandmother is going to straighten me up. Maybe if I come back…” I didn’t disagree. It’s been a dream I have always wanted to live with my father. But this was all too much. “You couldn’t even sneak a conversation to tell me your little scheme! You shouldn’t have done that. It doesn’t matter I WANT TO LIVE WITH MY DAD.” I have never been this much brave in my whole entire life. My mother stopped for a mere second. She hesitated, “I stole some money of Cody’s right before he left. Just enough to get me to Massachusetts. But please, please can you do me two favors?” I nodded my head. I didn’t want to be too mean. “Yeah, well, what are they?” She breathed hardly replying, “Katelyn…I need you to sleep alone tonight. I need you to be strong. I have my passport for tonight. But you have sleep here. Cody and his gang might come and try to kill me. He’ll kill you if anything. Go down stairs and go into the laundry room. Go into the brown cabinet. It’ll be unlocked. I want you to take it up in my room. And I want you to use it. Not on you, of course not on you…but if they come.” I looked at her confusingly. “And second, you’ll have to take your things and somehow show up on your father’s doorstep. Please do make up something.” I nodded my head. “When will you come back, exactly?” Maybe she was telling the truth. Just maybe. She looked down and a tear streamed from her face. She threw on her jacket and grabbed her faded purse. She hugged me hardly. “I love you,” she whispered.
I didn't want Katelyn to get hurt in this chapter. Despite, the fact that I did have fun writing about abusive parents (as bad as that sounds), I didn't how to deal with the whole closet+pete+katelyn situation. And like I said before, I didn't want want Katelyn to get hurt in any way possible. I hate it in fanfictions where the girls are always like cry babies like haha for instance a PATD fanfiction - "Oh Ryan! My leg is hurt!" As she continued to cry and her eyeliner ran. Just makes it seem like she's a scene queen or something. lol. Anyways, some big stuff is going to be happening with her..."Katelyn".
I am also having fun writing about Anabelle. You might be a bit confused about the last chapter where it said, "Anabella." I got confused because in one of my vampire stories there is a young girl named Anabella. I fixed everything up and changed it to Anabelle in MS Word. :) But not for journals haha. Whatever at least you know. Anyways, COMMENT! I honestly don't care about buzz I just like the comments!
xox. Maddi.
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July 13, 2008Guess the Lyrics II.Okay so I did this before. It's fun so I thought everybody should do it again. Open up your Windows Media Player or iPOD and put it on shuffle. The first 10 songs then comes up you have to write the first lyric (or sometimes if its too easy pick your own). Then tag 5-10 people. 001. How you feeling young lady? I tag Allison (iloveninjas), Steph (stephou), Jess (jesslovespanic), SaraBear (weallneedsomeone), Mel (foblover920) and anybody else who wants to do this. =] NOW GUESS MY THING AND THEN CREATE ONE!
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July 10, 2008Project Drama [Part 26]Project Drama [Part 26] Recap: La Fontaine Café here we come. Gerard’s P.O.V We all awkwardly sat down at a big heart-shaped table. I put down all of our coffees and cheery cardinal boxes. “It’s not even Valentines Day,” I remarked. They had periwinkle pink paper draping down together to create a one big heart that said, ‘La Fontaine Café = Amore.’ Which Blair said that Jessica said it meant Fountain Café = Love. I get the whole meaning, I think. Fountain of Love? Yeah, that’s defiantly what it meant. It actually had a fountain that was bright colored red which came out pink lemonade. Beth couldn’t stop constantly sipping every two seconds on her black coffee. Blair couldn’t stop constantly looking over to her every two seconds either. “Slow down you’re going to stain your shirt.” Blair said tensely. She turned to me and asked, “How is it living with the Claireson’s?” Beth peeked up at me with her bright diamond-shaped hazel eyes. “It must be pretty hard living with a multi-colored haired girl, a sticky mouth-talker, nerdy dork who hangs with Frankie Iero and whatever Beth mom looks like…” “I don’t have a mom.” Beth finally talked – for the first time of the night. She continued to sip her drink constantly like she was in a movie theatre and she didn’t want anybody to notice she was scared so she slowly ate her popcorn as she looked at it shyly. “Sara is my adoptive parent….” Me and Blair didn’t say anything. It seemed as Blair gave her mutual-secretive (just a quarter) of respect. “So Beth will you be going to the Halloween Masquerade Dance? Madsen will be holding it at the hotel where we have debutante every Friday.” Beth twitched her eyes very, very, very wide. “Halloween Masquerade?” was all she managed to say. A long moment after she took a gulp of her coffee and you could hear the burps at the bottom of her straw. She had no coffee left, obviously. Blair shook her head. “Beth you could come… Claire and I could hook you up.” Wow. My girlfriend was actually being nice to Beth. What do you know? A buzzing sound came from Blair’s metallic purse. She looked down and pulled out her mobile phone. “Jessica,” she sighed. “I’ll only be a second.” She left to the girl’s washroom. “So will you be attending this Halloween Masquerade?” I asked finally. She shook her head lightly. “Why not?” I questioned. To be honest I haven’t really seen her at any dances…well, maybe that’s because there has only been one dance this year. And I don’t think she went to Madsen last year. She shook her head once more but this time actually answered, “I don’t know. Partying is really not my thing…I don’t do it often. To be honest this year is like literally the most times I’ve pushed myself to go to parties. I think I’ve been to all of them…” You could tell that was a big confession by her gasp at the end which she embarrassingly blushed after. I chuckled. “Well, I did see you at my cousin’s party…somehow. Then Blair’s yacht party and Blair’s school-start party. So yeah, you’ve been to all of them. Then hopefully, you’ll go to the Halloween Masquerade.” “But Halloween isn’t until like the 31st. October just started.” She told me as Blair thundered toward us. Beth noticing her bad temper pushed her chair further away from Blair’s side (as I told her to sit by her). Blair sat down hardly on her chair as she slammed down her cell phone on the very, very, very stable table which I swore shook a little bit. “I want to kill Shaant Hacikyan so bad.” “Why?” I questioned. She rolled her eyes taking a big, deep breath. “I’m with Josh on this one! I swear she is cheating on him with Shaant. I wouldn’t trust my girlfriend (if I wasn’t straight) with Shaant you could totally tell he likes her! You know what she said today? THAT I LIKE FRANKIE IERO. Number one; he wishes. Number two; you’re my boyfriend. Number three; Frankie Iero?” I sighed quietly. “And why is Jess doing this?” I pressed on the subject. “I. Have. No. Clue! But she wants me to go over to her house so we can settle this petty argument. Jess said Beth could come too. Do you want to?” Wow. She’s being nice again! To Beth! And actually surprisingly nodded. Anabella’s P.O.V I swallowed deeply. It was hard when your mouth was covered with duct tape. I tried to breathe more slowly through my nose. Two large silhouettes came from the darkness ahead. A skinny, tall, glowing silhouette came after the other two. A light blinded my eyes. I heard a cool, velvet voice whisper intensely, “What are their names?” I could see the shape of the skinny glow silhouette’s mouth move slowly but still in an unfashionably quick way. “Most importantly, what is the red-haired girl’s name?” The large silhouettes beside the glowing one whispered something too low I couldn’t make it out. But then I could see one large silhouette going to Mischa and the other one coming to me. “Demolish them, please?” The large guy who came toward me used his left hand to pick up my legs and his right hand to steady my head. I didn’t bother to fight my way out. The large guy was defiantly unbeatable. I could hear his (defiantly his) feet stomp on the dirt hardly. We were in some kind of underground dungeon or something. Then out of no where my back clapped on something smooth and metal very hardly. Pain sprang out from my back to my stomach and legs like rotten vines spreading through my body. I closed my eyes tight and when I opened them I didn’t have such a clear vision of the silhouette as I did before. But then he ripped off the tape from my mouth and harshly put it on my eyes. I could see light come out from under the duct tape a bit. I heard small footsteps come toward us. It was the skinny one I could tell because he had the cold velvet voice which whispered harshly to the bigger boy, “No, no, no! I know this one! This is terrible everything is wrong!” I heard the big stomps from the large man walk away. The velvet voice I couldn’t help but think it sounded so familiar. Then I felt cold hands spring out on my cheek and his hand softly glided on the duct tape on my eyes. I could feel but not exactly hear the little ripping coming from the tape. “Anabella…” The light blinded my eyes. But then it came clear. Sort of. The image came clear but the whole thought didn’t exactly. “No, why would you kidnap me? Or Mischa? Or Hayley? You are not exactly the brightest person but I just – no.” I hiccupped. I coughed abruptly after. I didn’t exactly know him perfectly well but this just isn’t right. “No. It’s not you.” He took loud breaths before he replied. Then in a light voice he whispered, “Let’s get you out of here. Is the other two Mischa and Hayley? Wait! Hayley is the red-haired one? This is…not good.” This whole thought was…just…horrid. “No, no, no! Where do I go? Where am I?” He frowned at me. He ran toward me and pulled me up lightly then picked me up and carried me (bridal style sort of like the larger guy did) to this small door. He opened it and peered in it. He whispered, “Anabella, you are very skinny so I think this could be easy. Just squeeze your way through and you’ll be in an alley way – please don’t leave or run. I need to…explain things.” I pushed him out of the way weakly as I tried to squeeze into the door. I heard his little steps run. I was crawling through this muddy, cold, dark vent or something. No, it was probably like a tunnel. I found light ahead of me. I crawled as fast as my little strength could. He wasn’t lying. I saw the dumpsters perfectly. I was really used to the dark (I spent two weeks in it eating dirty McDonalds and lumpy coffee without knowing who was handing it to me). I could see the street lights too. I wasn’t going to listen to him. He kept me hostage in there for two weeks without even knowing it was me? So there was only one thing I could possibly do. Run. I ran as fast as I could. I looked back every two seconds. Then when I saw the next alley way come I turned and stopped and caught my breath as I heard yells behind me, “Anabella! Anabella!” It scared me so I continued to run. I turned back to see him dead set staring at me with absolute no motion. I cried as I continued to run. Then just when I thought I ran 489037 miles I bumped into a hard brick building and fell down harshly. My white blonde hair looked black it was so muddy. My head rebounded on the concrete. I slowly tried to adjust my head to see if he was running for me. I slowly tried to open my eyes but I couldn’t I was too weak. I rolled over and that was all the strength I had. I blacked out. Rheagan’s P.O.V “Guess what Patty! Guess what!” I yelled over to him enthusiastically. The librarian hushed me. He mouthed, ‘what’. “James just IM-ed me! We’re going to dinner!” The librarian again hushed me. “The library is closing right away. You guys should make your way out of the-,” Her voice got cut off as I unplugged my headphones and Kate Nash started to blur together. I signed off on everything I had going on the computer and picked up my clutch and grabbed the 20-paged paper I printed out for English class. I had to do an essay about Hannibal Rising. Then I grabbed Patrick when he stood up and we walked outside of the library. Patrick rolled his eyes. “James is an unnecessary boy in your life. Seriously, you just met him at Orange Julius and then he ‘coincidently’ popped up in debutantes and now you’re having dinner with him? When, exactly?” I rolled my eyes and giggled. “C’mon Patty don’t be like that! I haven’t dated anybody in a whole year!” He sighed loudly enough so I could hear him and responded in a low voice, “I’ve never even had a girlfriend.” I giggled and pushed him playfully as we got into my orange Mitsubishi eclipse 2009. Then I slammed the door. “You don’t exactly put yourself out there…”
I. AM. SO. SORRY. I have never been inactive I swear. I just had to wait to get my Windows Vista Microsoft Office. 'Cause Project Drama is in the new version (.docx file) and it can't be used in any old microsoft word. My mom bought it (I know why would she do that when you can just crack it?) and she gave it to my brother who is in Philly right now and didn't give it back. So I cracked it...I should've done it sooner but anyways. Update again sometime this weekend!
Cheerio. Maddi. <3
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June 6, 2008The Composition of the Canvas [0001]Adolescent Nightmares I loved the weather here. It was the simplicity of rain that was very breath taking. I don’t know why. The little drops coming from a darkly dimmed sunlight just sounded amazing. It was probably because the city lies in the rain shadow of the nearby Olympic Mountains. Although, I didn’t love everything about my new destination of Seattle, Washington I sure did love the fact it rained a lot. When it rained in California (which it never barely did) I felt such a big explosion of freedom. But now being in Washington, alone was sure eerie with a bit too much freedom. I had everything left. I had nothing left. The whole world was mine. I don’t remember how many times I have dreamed of such a longing feeling. When you get what you have been long waiting for you never feel just right and happy. Now that I have finally hit my wanting I don’t feel in place. I feel ghostly. I feel like a hidden spirit deepened by an inner-core of a shadow. I placed my pale cold hand on the icy windowpane as a petit midnight blue butterfly sprang out into the window sill. I glided my hand on its little wings gently. The moment I touched it was the moment it flew away. I slid my fingertips down the corners of the window. I felt the dirty frost touch my finger harshly. I put my hand outside of the window so I could touch the cool rain. It was like the feeling of acceptance. The rain has to accept your hand, it cannot move away for it can only twinkle lightly on your musky fingers. The rush of the wind came in like a draft of a dark ocean painting. I unrolled my white sleeves. I was wearing a white turtle neck with black skinny dress pants with black furry socks. I tiptoed to my king-sized bed and dove into it fiercely. I put the grey-flowered silk blankets overtop of me and squeezed all my body parts together. My world was dynamically dysfunctional. “Breathe, Winona, breath deeply,” whispers my mother Alayana. I was sent to Seattle, Washington for college. She has high expectations for me. Very, very, very high. Her words were like icicles. They crack. Everybody else falls and breaks. She was very upset when I told her I did not want to be involved in the medical field. Artistic culture was my main interest. I loved to paint mythical creatures. But that wasn’t what I got a scholarship in to go to Seattle. I was in the medical field training to be a nurse. *** I was back on my first rainy day in college and my second rainy day in Seattle, Washington. My lunch period at home didn’t even last as long as I hoped it would. I can’t even call it, ‘home’. I’ll just call it a small apartment for a 17 year-old early graduator. At least I was at my favorite class. I was taking a Painting/Drawing Course and Workshop. “Art is like an obituary. You notice its complexity.” The teacher continued on. He grabbed a long white piece of chalk and began to slowly glide on the chalkboard, ‘Mr. Madden’. “I want you to just draw what you enjoy. Draw your interests or hobbies.” Mr. Madden passed out a normal-sized blank white piece of paper with sharpened pencils. I got started quickly. I drew the only one thing I could immediately think of. The rain with dimmed silhouettes with dark shadows beneath them. I pressed down on my pencil creating a couple of sunless, grey clouds but my pencil broke and rolled over on the ground. I looked down from my desk and saw a paleish, dim-yellow hand clutch onto the pencil. I followed my eyes up from the pale hand to the person’s face. It was…a very, very, very, very paleish boy. Probably paler then me. He looked almost not human, almost immortal, almost like a vampire. I wasn’t even sure would I could compress together in my mind of his actual presence of characteristics. He had dark black hair hanging from the side and unimaginable wide, crystal, emerald, rocky eyes. His eyes met mine as he looked up at me. But in almost not even a possible amount of time his eyes looked away and he flicked the pencil off of his desk. I couldn’t help but just watch his every move. He drew something I couldn’t see exactly – he covered it up. He drew so slick, smooth and so quick it looked like he was a robot with humanized-movements. I didn’t even notice how long I was staring at him until I realized my pencil was still on the dusty, dirty floor which my bacterial pencil hit. Which made it have even more bacteria. I picked it up once I decided that if anybody noticed I was looking at him they would soon make a rude comment and make my unblemished, pale face have a dark red tint on my cheeks which would just make this trip to Seattle worse. Plus I have to come to this class at the end of everyday so I can’t have enemies or people who want to make fun of me. It’s unnecessary and annoying. To my luck, nobody noticed as I picked up my bacterial pencil. Oh yeah, I forgot I’m in a different environment then the usual private high school in Long Beach, California. They won’t really say anything. It wasn’t sunny here all the time as it was in California. It was so different in Seattle – such a big change. I don’t know how long I have begged Alayana to let me go early to a private campus in a rainy city. She payed for me to stay in an apartment because I complained I didn’t want to live in campus with a room-mate. You could say I was socially depressed but there wasn’t much I could do about it. Social anxiety never occurred to me. It was the least bit of my worries. My appearance which I didn’t hate but not at all exactly loved. I had straight burgundy-dark brown hair that went down to my chest with no split ends. All my bangs were swept to the left-side with a natural strip sliding to the right. My eyes were diamond-shaped and hazel but looked naturally pure green-tinted yellow. My face like I explained before was pale and unblemished which I was proud of. I guess I had clear enough skin to call myself pretty. But I still had petty features so I couldn’t brag. My legs were skinny and I couldn’t really say anything about my weight – average? Yes, but perhaps I could say I hated my medium-sized nose that curved right up. It’s not something I’d bug Alayana about getting surgery for but it’s defiantly a dislike. “Can everybody please put their drawings on top of my desk? They will not be marked or corrected. You cannot correct or mark a beginner in art. I just want to see your interest of drawings and how well you are.” Mr. Madden asked everybody. I was startled as I looked at the clock. Although, I was happy that time was passing so quickly I was angered that I did not get to finish my drawing. I waited until a few people went up to put theirs down. I always did this just so nobody would look at mine or I wouldn’t cause a distraction. Mr. Madden continued, “You guys are a very quiet class. I will be excited to see you all tomorrow.” Everybody walked out of the door quietly as the bell rang. I was basically at a dream school. Everybody was quiet, well-behaved, and well-mannered. Yes, this was not like high school in sunny California. Where everybody ran out maliciously without caring what they hit or who they hurt on their run out. I walked out patiently. The pale boy I noticed earlier came running before me hitting me hard in the shoulder on the way out. I didn’t make a big deal out of it. He was probably a malicious boy from a malicious high school from the malicious California or perhaps, Arizona? Once I reached my car I saw that the pale boy was following me. I quickly unlocked my car door and sat in the driver’s seat. “Hello.” I rolled down the window and there was a long light brownish haired, tall girl right outside of my window. The girl had a Western-accent like she was from Texas or something. She continued, “This is a beautiful car you have. Is it a 2009 Eclipse Spyder?” I nodded my head lightly. “It’s beautiful. I have always wanted one but could never really afford it. Y’know I had one of those – those uh, 1989 Mitsubishi HSR’s wow that is a nice ride. I won it at an auction for a free prize for volunteering but it ended up being a trick. I only got a 1989 Mitsubishi Galant vr4q. It was still a nice ride but not nicer then that HSR.” I smiled brightly replying, “I wanted a 2003 Mitsubishi but my mother insisted she bought me a 2009 Eclipse Spyder.” She laughed. “I would kill for at least a 1999 Mitsubishi. But my mama and papa can’t afford it. Hey! What is your name?” I put my keys down and responded softly, “My name is Winona Lowell. What might be yours?” I noticed the pale boy starring at us in his exact same car as mine. Silver 2009 Eclipse Spyder. “Excuse me, what did you say?” I asked as I looked back at her. She frowned. “I must be boring you. I should go; my pops is taking me to the barn this weekend only if I behave and get home nice and early to cook dinner. I should go now.” “No, no stay, stay! You are not boring me. See I just moved from Long Beach, California. So I just got in Seattle two days ago. I’ve been stressed out lately with all this moving and stuff. I’m only seventeen. What’s your name?” I replied quickly so she wouldn’t leave. She was such a nice person, I had to admit. The tall girl gave me another promising grin and she curtsied and she said, “My name is Lola. Lola Harrison. All the way from Long Beach, California? Wow that is a long way! My pops said that one day were going to go on a road trip to California. He said we’ll stay in Las Angeles where all the other celebrities stay.” I was so impressed with this well-mannered girl. She seemed like an innocent little girl. “How old are you?” I asked. She replied, ‘eighteen’. I just felt like giving her the money myself so she could go catch a flight to California and stay in the Hilton Hotel or something. “Did anybody ever tell you, you have such great manners?” Her face lit up a color of magenta and she giggled. “Why yeah, my mama always said I got good manners and I’d get far in life. I want to build cars for celebrity’s y’know. I can customable create their car. Well, I really should get going though. I got to cook my pops dinner! I’ll see you later Winona that is such a beautiful name. It goes with the awesome car.” I waved good-bye as she left. I peeked back at the paleish (stubborn) boy. He was smirking in his car (which was exactly like mine). The tall boy was staring right at me; it didn’t quite freak me out as others probably would be. I was a little bit more relaxed then most people. I started up the Eclipse and the engine had a smooth sickle sound as I started to back out of the parking lot – the tall, pale boy zoomed right for my car but barely missed it by like a centimeter he speeded his way out of the parking lot. I could see in his rear view mirror he was laughing and he caught my glance. I rolled my eyes continuing to back out of the parking lot. *** That boy troubled a lot all through the night. When I was cooking my favorite – chicken Alfredo penne with Cordon Bleu I couldn’t stop to think what was his problem. The, ‘almost hitting my car’ incident the ‘picking up my pencil and flicking it away instead of properly giving it to me’. What has he had enough of AP Chemistry too? I was also troubled (amazed) by his appearance too. He seemed so put together. The boy was wearing just a plain black tee-shirt with black dress pants. He had some cross necklace on his neck too I couldn’t help but look also. His teeth were so white and straight – with probably no overbite. I’ve never saw such perfect teeth in my life. I looked at myself in the mirror as I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I didn’t do much that night but cook, read The Book of Shadows by James Reese, send e-mails to Alayana, order food online and shower. My look dark brown hair with burgundy streaked everywhere hung down dully. I put my hair up into a high ponytail and began to cleanse my face and then moisturize it, washed my hands and slipped into lingerie and off to the king-sized bed I had. And all through-out that time of getting ready to go to bed I foolishly kept thinking about the pale boy. When I was talking to Lola Harrison I was actually considering of asking her what his name was. This shouldn’t be an issue in my life. Well, actually I have nothing else to do but have something to think about. In California all everybody would do all day was talk about ‘celebrity gossip’ and ‘Tim my husband bought me a 4 carrot diamond ring!’ I was so immediately attracted to this ‘tall boy’ or ‘pale boy’ why not think about him? I did have nothing better to do. If I was in California right now I would be attempting to play water polo. This actually seemed more interesting. I closed my eyes and did a foolish get-to-sleep trick. I started to count sheep. I haven’t down that since I was at least six years old. I didn’t want to go to bed but I didn’t want to stay up either. Going to bed was winning on my vote so it’s all I could do. *** “Why-know-na….” an eerie, soft, emerald voice cried. It seemed so close. I could feel harsh breathing down my neck. It was a cold voice and breathes. I’ve never heard the voice before or felt the breath. It was dead silence. I inhaled for a second – it was too silent I didn’t want to be loud. I exhaled slowly and the eerie, cold voice spoke again, “Winona…dear, come draw a sophisticated portrait.” I slowly turned my head with my eyes closed shut. I began to twist my body around in my bed. I slowly opened my eyes and I screamed as loud as I could. The image wasn’t right – I was still in my bed safe and sound. Maybe not safe…who was this man? My room was dark with only the moonlight that shown in from the window as the curtains floated from side to side. The window was opened slightly as it rained outside. A glowing body lay before me. That’s when it all compressed into a forbidden puzzle piece. I was thinking too much of this man. The pale boy. But how would I be able to remember his voice? I’ve never heard his voice. Only saw his laugh muted. This was of course a dream. I was 100% sure that I was dreaming. For one, the pale boy was holding a pixie in his hand clutching is hardly as it cried to the moon (I think). I’ve never heard his voice before, which is an obvious fact I’ve probably just heard it from TV before. And of course, I can’t feel a thing. But the wind flowing on to me and some sort of substance of dust he was blowing softly at me. “Winona my sweet dear, paint a picture of me – Alexandre. Alexandre Edwardian. That’s my name. You do not need to ask Lola Harrison; Just ask I.” The pale boy (his name can’t be Alexandre!) said. Yes, I was dreaming. If I wasn’t then tell me this; why exactly did he jump up quickly (not even a second passed) and pure white angels wings appeared on his back. He flew out of the small crack. I don’t know exactly how he fit but he went there. The pixie he was holding in his hand flew with him too. In a half a second later they both appeared again. Both standing on the floor of my bedroom of my new apartment in Seattle. The pale boy (it can’t be Alexandre…but I’ll call him that) was actually flying. He flew to my paint set. And yes, I was magically dreaming now. This was actually starting to scare me. Pages started to flip on it uncontrollably. I could see different pictures showing up each time. I jumped up from my bed quickly grabbing my black-rimmed reading glasses so I could look closely. It seemed to me there was him. Alexandre – a like animation of him or something. He was kneeling down and blood was flowing out of his hands. As each page flipped more blood flowed from his hands and he began to smirk. The little pixie was at the top too. I fell back on my butt as Alexandre flew out of my painting paper board. The pixie followed behind. He smirked. And he was sitting behind me somehow. I knew he was sitting behind me. I could sense his presence. He was cold breath down my neck. He whispered coolly, “Winona, Winona, I made a portrait of me – for you.” He did an laugh – a cruel sort of chuckle. It scared me. More then moving from California to Seattle scared me. I screamed loud and louder but nobody seemed to hear me as he chuckled cruelly louder and louder.
I had this idea in my head for a long time so I just decided to get it out and write it. I have too much stories to handle. I got Project Drama which I am deeply in and I plan on sending it to a publisher. I've been really into that I even been downloading pro editors for stories and stuff and been buying books on writing books and how to edit them - get them published. Anyways, I also have Testosterone Boys & Harlequin Girls which I am quitting. :( Sorry. Immortal which I will not be posting anymore but I am still writing and have HIGH HOPES on being totally published. It's like a vampire academy there. And then this one is a cool idea. And I have plans for this story SaraBear (weallneedsomeone) and I will be creating. So look out! :) Cheerio. Maddi. x]
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June 2, 2008Project Drama [Part 25]Project Drama [Part 25] Recap: I’ve never seen Zac Farro cry before. Alice’s P.O.V Okay, that was totally a lie. I’m Zac Farro’s best friend. Of course I’ve seen him cry. For several reasons; when his rock cracked in Kindergarten, when his pet gold fish, Root squirmed out of his hand and back in the water, when his pet hamster Marty jumped away from him. But this was more important then all of those things. Hayley Williams his girlfriend (his only girlfriend I might add) is basically…kidnapped. When Zac finally finished football tryouts he came over, very angry. He didn’t even bother knocking he just barged in very frustratingly. He was very dirty too…my mom is probably pissed off about that. “Alice. I. Am. So. Pissed. Off. At. You.” He said with no expression but I swore I saw fumes coming through his head. After a very silent, long moment he punched me hard in the shoulder. And it wasn’t like the playful ones I usually give him. “Alice, I WAS SO CLOSE TO BEATING JOSH IN THE RELAYS! But you just had to phone and coach took off points!” He snarled when I tried to explain urgently. “You know once in my life can you just stop bugging me all the time? You know Hayles hasn’t talked to me ALL WEEKEND! You probably brought up when we kissed at Beth Claireson’s house…” “Zac,” I tried to say calmly. I was getting frustrated now… “I have some news you might want to listen to. So could you please just – seriously calm down?” But he obviously didn’t listen. “NO ALICE I’M NOT GOING TO CALM DOWN! I ACTUALLY WANTED TO BE CAPTAIN THIS YEAR! I KNOW I’M ONLY FIFTEEN RIGHT NOW AND JOSH IS BASICALLY ALMOST EIGHTEEN SO I COULD JUST WAIT FOR HIM TO LEAVE SCHOOL TO BE CAPTAIN AT EVERY SPORT BUT NO! I WANT TO BE CAPTAIN AND SHOW THAT HE ISN’T THAT GOOD! AND – AND I’M NOT THAT GOOD!” Zac yelled loudly. I sighed heavily rolling my eyes. “I think YOUR accusation is not that GOOD. Or accurate. You are very good at sports…you’re just not trying hard enough!” “I’m leaving! Maybe I’ll do extra credit somehow for P.E so I could get a good position for the football team. AND DON’T INTERRUPT ME WHEN I DO!” He hollered loudly running out the door before I could stop him and he slammed it loudly. So…basically there are two things I absolutely need to get done. 01. Get Zac to be…not mad at me. 02. Save Hayley. Beth’s P.O.V “Yeah, that’s very nice Katie…Anabelle and Andy must be very proud of you. You will probably get a lot of attention at school too. Maybe get very popular…I heard that um Joe Trohman is single – and looking.” I replied to her ‘good news’. For her, at least. I smiled squeezing her tightly – supposedly giving her a ‘supportive’ hug. Katelyn hugged me back also tightly. She responded gratefully, “Awe! You sound so proud of me. Actually, Anabelle and Andy are sort of mad and scared for me. Anabelle said I’ll forget about Andy, her and you when I get very successful. And she said that Emily looked like she really wanted to be a model for Teen Vogue very bad so she might get on my case about modeling for Vogue. ‘Cause it sort of kind of is better then ‘Teen’ Vogue. I got to go anyways my parents will realize I’m out.” “It’s been like a month since you said that. Is that like an all-year thing or something? What ever…just go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said waving good-bye, as I pushed her out of my bedroom. I just needed some alone time. A heard a light taping noise on my bedroom door. I rolled my eyes, instantly knowing who it is, of course. “Katie, seriously I don’t need to continue…oh hey, Gee – G-Gerard.” That was not cool. Gee. He chuckled. “Me and Blair are going to La Fontaine Café to get some coffee and cheery cardinals. Alice isn’t home I think she went to Josh’s house or something she’s friends with Zac, so yeah. And Mikey insists he can’t come because you know he’s all dead-set on going to Berkeley. ‘Cause you know…he heard Isabella was going there.” 1. Gerard Way asked me to go to La Fontaine Café, which is basically a love-star-hotel (café wise). 2. It’s with his girlfriend. I’m figuratively crying right now… 3. Mikey likes Isabella? Juicy. I hesitated then spoke, “Well, exams start next week – sure. I’ve never really…had cheery cardinals before. What are they, exactly?” Gerard looked at me with a shocking face. “You don’t know what cheery cardinals are?” He laughed after though so it made me an itsy-bitsy, tiny-weenie not even full quarter comfortable. Then what ruined my hope was the dusty, grotesque voice from behind Gee. “Gee, can’t we just go alone…or something I don’t want to take bah…oh hey Beth.” Her voice dreaded when she said my name. I wasn’t expecting respect, but just a little bit of courtesy. Of course, you can’t get that. Only if your Claire Miller or Emily Morrison. Gee rolled his eyes pretending to overlook when he continued, “She’s just having troubles with the fact that I have to live with you guys for awhile…her parents was going to let me stay at her house but my parents insisted that I stayed with Alice and Mikey. But anyways, if you want you can come with us.” I replied with un-sureness in my voice, “If Blair doesn’t want me to come…then I don’t have to.” C’mon Gee say something really sweet and spectacular…and smile in your aristocratic crooked smile. It make this situation (if I don’t get to go) a lot better! “Blair, Beth’s never even had a cheery cardinal before!” Yep, my hero. J Blair laughed assuring putting on her best, fake smile. Then she finally (thankfully) gave in, “Fine. We’ll take her with us… but I am NOT buying for either of you. You can pay for us. Go get some money from Mikey, Beth and me will be in the car. Let’s go Beth.” She hooked my arm together with hers and pulled me harshly out the door of my bedroom. She whispered lightly in my ear (still pretending to smile sweetly), “If you pull any funny stunts with my boyfriend. You will be homeschooled until your 45. Got it? Got the money?” She switched the topic as Gee came out of Mikey’s room with at least 50 dollars. La Fontaine Café here we come.
I. AM. SO. EFFIN. SORRY. FOR. NOT. POSTING. IN. LIKE. FOR. LIKE. FUCKIN. EVER. I was out of my mind...err no I needed a break. I am like so pissed off right now. But I posted. Happy?
Maddi.
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May 8, 2008GUESS THE SONG LYRICS - thanks ARENEE301!Thanks arenee301 for this wonderful idea! It was amazing. xP lmao. Okay here's what your supposed to do: Step 1: Put your music player on random. 1. "All the concrete words around here, I'm the bad seed, I think I swallowed it whole." Do it man it's fun - but I sware I skipped a few Kimya Dawson songs...you'd never get it anyways. lmao. =] Thanks Arenee301, again. lmaoos.
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May 6, 2008Project Drama [Part 24]
Project Drama [Part 24] Recap: She was speechless. Shaant’s P.O.V “We should go get the food.” I told her and she nodded her head and we got our coats on. She put on her white jacket and I put on my black. I quickly noticed I didn’t put on clean sweat pants. “Excuse me,” I said running upstairs and quickly sliding them on. In no time at all I got some on and we got in my Mercedes Benz. The whole car ride was silent. I felt a bit guilty of the silence. Jess took her 7 up and started to take slow sips silently and then after a long moment she finally spoke, “So why did you get suspended last week?” “Punched a kid.” She sighed. I could tell she wanted an explanation so I continued along, “He basically asked for it. He tried to punch me but didn’t succeed.” I smirked. “You. Are. Violent. Shaant.” She spoke slowly. “Why?” “I just don’t like getting pushed around. And like I said before…messed up childhood – father.” “Well, maybe if you weren’t so violent people wouldn’t feel scared around you. Like I do now.” She yelled taking big gulps of her 7 up now. I chuckled. “You don’t have to be scared around me. I won’t hurt you. I like you, Jessica.” Then I clasped my hand in hers. I felt her shiver. I tried to comfort her the best way I could. She smiled. Jessica’s P.O.V A muffling sound came from under the wool blankets on top of me and Shaant on the floor in his basement. I put my hand over all the blankets trying to feel something sticking up or a bump. I found my sidekick was right beside Shaant’s mouth. I grabbed it and snapped it open and quietly laid down. “Hello,” I greeted. I forgot to look on caller ID. But then a normal, angry voice yelled back on me. “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! IT’S ALREADY MONDAY AND OH MY GOSH! HOW COME YOU HAVEN’T BEEN ANSWERING YOUR PHONE? JOSH IS SO WORRIED! CLAIRE, EMILY AND I ARE SO WORRIED! YOUR NOT AT SCHOOL! YOUR PARENTS TOLD ME YOU WERE AT SHAANT’S HOUSE! WHAT’S GOING ON, JESS??!” Blair shouted in the speaker. I took a deep breath and tried to calm her down. “Listen Blair…we need to talk. I well,” I hesitated running upstairs into the kitchen. “Well, Shaant’s mom let me stay and I was chilling out with Nicole Sontare for a bit…I don’t know.” “For a bit?” Blair questioned with a quivering voice. “You were at Shaant’s house all weekend! You know how mad Josh is? You know how mad I am?! San Diego sucked because you weren’t there!” “I was sick. And I wasn’t here because Shaant and I was just with – hanging with Nicole. Can’t I hang out with more people and just you?” Blair sighed loudly. “What so is Nicole your new best friend? You haven’t even talked to her at school before! Maybe you had! Maybe she stopped by in P.E! The only class I don’t have with you!” I rolled my eyes. “Well, you never talk to me in Biology! Your too busy flirting with fricken’ Frankie Iero! You act like you don’t like him. But c’mon you do…AND YOUR SUCH A PLAYER C’MON YOU HAVE GERARD!” I blurted out. That. Was. So. Unnecessary. “Frankie? Frankie Iero? YOU HONESTLY THINK I LIKE HIM! I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO GERARD! MAYBE YOUR DOING THAT TO JOSH WITH SHAANT!” “What? I don’t like Shaant. Not like that, at least. Josh is…I like him okay?” I replied back with a stuttering voice. “Just come to school okay?” Blair said as she hung up. I ran down the stairs and all the blankets and pillows were put away. Shaant entered the room again and waved uncomfortably. “I uh…we got to go to school. I forgot it was Monday. My mom shouldn’t have left early yesterday. Nicole should have reminded us. Want me to drive you?” Suddenly, a loud knock came from the door. “I’ll get that.” Shaant told me running up the stairs. I followed him. He swung open the door. “Hell,” he stopped and his jaw dropped. I couldn’t make out was there from afar. But when I heard the voice I knew exactly who it was. “Is Jessica there?” Josh tried out with his best calm voice. I could tell he wanted to punch out Shaant so bad. He was actually taming himself… “Hey.” I greeted with a wave coming to meet the two at the door. Shaant stepped away from us. “What’s up?” I said plainly. “I heard you were with Shaant Hacikyan all weekend from Joe. I guess he was right. Blair phoned me and said you were just hanging out with Nicole. She was probably talking about me…” Josh choked out with a untamed expression. I hugged Josh. “Hi to you too.” I rolled my eyes. “Josh I don’t like Shaant like that. If I did why would I be going out with you? Ask Blair. I would never cheat on you. And for you information, I WAS just hanging out with Nicole.” I emphasized the WAS. “She wasn’t talking about you.” Josh nodded his head and hugged me too. He whispered, “I trust you.” He released me gently. “Can we please just forget this and go to school?” I nodded my head. “Let’s go.” I quickly said bye to Shaant who look a bit depressed. Then we went into his Black Volvo. Shaant said he’d be coming later around lunch. (He’d be back for P.E) Which luckily, I had a class with him. And Josh. Shaant’s P.O.V Josh and Gerard walked into the gym doing a familiar strut. Jessica winked at Josh and then smiled at me. I was on Jessica’s team. And Gerard and Josh were together. Great. I was up at the front and Gerard was serving. We were playing volleyball not football. Again, great. Aiming right at me he served so fast I didn’t even see the ball go anywhere. And a second later I realized I was on the ground. I didn’t even feel the pain. I backed up a little so I wouldn’t get hit again. Josh was chuckling as I did this. Gerard served fast again but this time I actually saw the ball smack in my face. I got madder and madder by the second. I backed up way more this time. Gerard served it slower this time but it hit in the ‘wrong’ place and I had nothing to do but shriek to the ground but I quickly got up. This time when Gerard served the ball Amy jumped in front of me and hit it over the net. But Josh came up to the net quick and bumped it over. I was so mad by this time I slammed it down forcing Josh and Brendon to both go down on the ground. I heard Jessica yell in panic. My team rotated. I got to serve – Bob realized I was really angry and I could slam out a player so we switched places. My anger built up as I hit the ball over the net. Surprisingly, the ball went over the net but Josh came up quick slamming it over. I bumped away Ray running and bumping the ball over with my head and I guess I did it so hard that Josh fell over again. Josh, I guess, couldn’t take as much anger as I could so he ran underneath the net and unexpectedly built up his hand into a quick fist and punched me in the face before I could even stop him. Everything went black. But I could feel somebody – Josh most likely continuously punch me in the face and the pain started to go lower into my upper back which was starting to kicked on. But I swore it wasn’t Gerard. He wouldn’t go that far. Then finally I could feel nothing. I was unconscious. Alice’s P.O.V I ran down the staircase into the living room where the chief, Viktor was pealing onions and potatoes well my mom sat with talking and watching the news. “Where’s dad?” I asked. My mom looked at me startled and then smiled. “Ay, you scared me. I thought you were in…never mind.” She laughed. “He had to work late.” I nodded my head. “I see. Can I go over to Hay,” “Last Friday, September 28th three high school students that go to Madsen High have been currently missing. This was reported when Mischa Barton, Anabelle Hurley and Hayley Williams were kidnapped. Nobody knows yet of what exactly happened when they attended a gigantic party on Frank Vaness’s yacht to San Diego. Stay tuned to find more about this shocking story.” I gasped. “HAYLEY! HAYLEY! I GOT TO GO PHONE ZAC! AND BELLA! AND NICOLE AND RHEAGAN! OH MY GOSH!” I hollered. And my mom and the chief just looked at me surprisingly. They weren’t even paying attention to the news. I quickly tried to find the cordless; it was on the kitchen stove for some reason. I grabbed it quickly and dialed Zac’s cell number because I remember he had football tryouts. A long ring and finally Zac Farro answered. “ZAC! ZAC! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU! HAYLEY…SHE’S-SHE’S BEEN KIDNAPPED!” I yelled into the speaker. “Alice, I can’t hear you right now. Hayley’s been what? Never mind. Can you just like phone me later you know I’m in football tryouts! Joe, Josh, Pete and Gerard probably won’t let me join this year! I need to be on my best game. Can we go to Booster Juice after or something?” “Yeah, yeah! Hurry up make them cut it shorter! Never mind I’ll just go get you right now! I can watch you finish your tryout thingy. IT’S REALLY URGENT JOSH!” I spoke in a harsh tone emphasizing the, ‘IT’S REALLY URGENT JOSH!’ I quickly hung up. He is going to cry so hard. I’ve never seen Josh Farro cry before.
I can't correct it. I'm sick 0_0. I need to go eat some cereal and sleep. Oh and I need to catch up on watching wrestling. I missed the Triple H vs. Randy Orton match. Aww, that was supposed to be a good one. But I fell asleep last night. :( Anyways, I have some q's. If they fit lmao. 001. Is this alot of drama (rate the drama out of 1-5 for me)? 002. How could I advertise my fanfic, to get more people? Just ask? 003. Who should get the next chapterr (like not next but get their chapter by theirselves -like hayles&zac did and vicky&shaant- did?) Cheerio. Maddi.
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April 28, 2008Project Drama [Part 23]
Project Drama [Part 23] Recap: In no time at all they were back in Newport. Jessica’s P.O.V It was raining hard by the time Shaant and I arrived back in Newport. I told him I wanted to enjoy it a little bit so we stayed outside we ended up going to the park. It was silent as we were sitting on the bench at the park as raindrops hit us hard. I tried to hold my breath and not even breathe because I didn’t want to break the silence. When I noticed I really shouldn’t have I tried to exhale slowly, so it didn’t look like I was having asthma problems. My heart wanted to stop. I tried to remember that I was Josh’s girlfriend but for some reason I felt way more shaky around Shaant then Josh. When I was around Josh it seemed a bit too comfortable. Shaant’s wonderful unexplainable hair gracefully flew in the air. I felt like I was going to collapse. “Jess?” He questioned sweetly. I guess I was staring too much as I was thinking. I shook my head a bit and replied, “Uh, yeah?” He just chuckled and mumbled a low, ‘never mind.’ I smiled and tried to look away. His hair continued to wisp in the air as did mine, but I didn’t have a crush on my hair did I? No. I didn’t know what to say. The cold air got cooler and the park bench froze underneath. Shaant finally said, “It will probably start to get dark soon and you haven’t eaten. That’s probably why you’re so sick you haven’t eaten in awhile just had a lot to drink.” “Well, I’m not very hungry.” I grinned, giggling. He rolled his eyes with a little smirk. “You have to be! C’mon how about I take you to dinner? Just as friends, of course,” he offered sweetly. My jaw dropped…figuratively. I thought he’d never ask… “I guess that’s a no,” he took my ‘not replying for about an hour just staring at him in amazement’ face in a different direction. “You probably…feel uncomfortable without Josh and stuff.” “Actually I feel okay – comfortable. And come to think of it I am actually sort of hungry. Why not?” I replied with a smile. He smiled back. “Then let’s hurry because I’m freezing!” He spoke with a laugh. I laughed too and just remembered my cheverlot was at my house. We started to sprint to my house (because we got a taxi to the park) but right when we were supposed to turn left he grabbed my hand gently and pulled me toward the right as we turned the corner. A few houses down we saw a big white house. 4 stories? I’m not quite sure. His hand got warmer and almost burning when we got inside the house, It felt beautiful and homey when we got inside. Shaant slid off his shoes and so did I. He walked up a bit more and then turned left. I followed behind. “I’m thirsty, are you?” He finally spoke. I shook my head lying. But he could tell by my hard breathing that I was thirsty. So he got two cups of ice cold water. “I’ll give you a tour of my house and then I can go get some clean sweat pants.” He exclaimed. I nodded my head drinking the cool water. Now I knew it was his house. When Shaant and I were finished with the water, he grabbed my hand again gently and we walked into the living room. About 6-7 superior looking paintings of lilies and violets hung on the white stone walls. “Violets and lilies are my favorite flowers.” I stated. He smiled and agreed saying they were his too. There was a flat screen shut off with a stereo right beside it. It was playing classic symphony or some kind of Beethoven. “Classical?” I said surprised. He ran over and shut it off quickly. He cleared up, “My mom’s…” I giggled. When we got up to the second story Shaant directed me to his bedroom. He put his hands over my eyes as the door creaked open. Then he slowly removed his hands off my eyes. His room was absolutely divine. He had This Providence, The Hush Sound, Jimmy Eat World, Less Then Jake and almost all Fueled By Ramen band posters out there. His room was a baby blue-ish color. He had a lime green apply laptop. Mine was just a black Toshiba. And then he had a king-sized bed and another flat screen imported in the wall. He had tons of Death Cab For Cutie tee-shirts laying around. He had a desk with a lot of stacks of I’m assuming lyrics…he told me once before he wrote them. “Are these lyrics?” I asked. He smiled so brightly I couldn’t even tell if it was a smile… “Yes.” I then asked him if he wrote them and he smiled brightly again replying with the same answer as the last. I read silently for a moment the lyrics until he grabbed it away from me. “Hey!” I shouted. I finally grabbed it and read it out loud, “I got birds in my ears and a devil on my shoulder and a phone to the other and I can’t get a hold of her. What’s a crush to do?” I stopped. It was silent for a second. “You’re good at writing lyrics…” I trailed off. It was uncomfortable. Then I asked, “Who’s your inspiration?” “You.” he said flatly looking away. I grimaced. “Me?” I giggled with a confused look on my face. Then I slipped out, “why?” Why was I bringing on the subject? “Well,” he started to talk but then hesitated and closed his lips shut. I just stood there looking deeply into his extravagant green eyes that couldn’t lie. I wanted to look away but my eyes wouldn’t move. They wouldn’t budge or give in. When he did look at me it was for a second and he awkwardly looked away. Shaant finally started to talk, “You know my parents are gone…we could order in?” I squinted my eyes and wouldn’t let the subject slide. “Why did you write those lyrics for me?” It was silent. I probably shouldn’t have said that. “You have vacant eyes.” He finally spoke after a long moment. Shaant’s P.O.V I thought so hard. Trying to find the right words to say. Then I thought of what I was going to exactly say and ran it through my head a couple of times. I finally spoke my result, “I know this sounds corny and everything but when I saw you at Blair’s party…you seemed different. The diversity between you and Blair, I was right about it. You are nothing like her, Jess. You aren’t that bitchy. And-and your piercing blue eyes. I have a lot of lyrics I wrote about you and just had you in my head. A lot of folders actually. The lyrics you read off of are pretty recent. They’re for my band, Cute Is What We Aim For.” I breathed inhaling before I said my band name. I continued, “I have more folders for you of lyrics, there are about twenty. I’m pretty sure Josh Farro didn’t write 200 songs about you in three weeks.” Jessica’s eyes were very wide when I ended the last line. “Shaant,” she hesitated for a moment. not knowing what to say. I slowly moved my hand to Jessica’s mouth and covered it. “Don’t speak,” which sounded very cliché. A long moment passed and then I asked, “McDonalds or Taco Bell?” She giggled punching my playfully in the shoulder. “Nice wrecking the moment, Shaant.” She continued to giggle. When we got downstairs and into the kitchen, having a flat screen in every room of the Hacikyan House, I slipped in my band’s C-D and turned it to track four. Jessica sat patiently as I found the number for McDonalds which she later agreed on. Her eyes glittered in the light. “You like it?” I shamelessly asked as it was ringing in my ear. She smiled brightly. “Your recent lyrics?” I nodded my head. When my voice came on she smiled even brighter her eyes glittering more. “You sound so…original. I can’t even basically describe your voice is indescribable.” McDonalds was taking forever to answer. Then I finally hung up and realized it wasn’t McDonalds. I searched for it more. “Shaant the ‘bad’,” she giggled, “boy from Buffalo, New York.” I laughed continuing, “Jessica, the innocent girl from Newport Beach. Homecoming Queen…I heard and cheerleader? Oh and Blair Vaness’s best friend…ewe.” She squinted her eyes. “Ewe?” “Blair Vaness, the prom queen bitch.” I finished off. Jess fled with anger. “She’s my best friend Shaant. I’ve known her for years you know? I’ve known her longer then I’ve known you actually. If you can believe it…since I was seven.” I pretended like I didn’t hear her. I saw her roll her eyes in the corner of my eye as I continued to search for McDonald’s number. Then I spotted it and quickly dialed it. It rung. “I take it you don’t like Josh Farro either.” She said. “No…I don’t.” I remarked rudely. “We have bad history…” “Like what?” She sighed. “Um, the Mc Chicken meal. Sprite. Yeah, 7 up is okay.” I told the guy and then turned to Jess and asked, “What do you want?” “Greek salad, no dressing. 7 up.” She said mechanically, almost like a robot. Then I repeated it to the guy and hung up. I answered Jess’s question, “I stole his silver Hyundai car. And stole his heroin (morphine) from his locker. Josh only came here two years ago. He used to be in New York if you can believe.” Her beautiful ocean blue eyes turned a navy color, well in my eyes it did. Her jaw dropped – literally. She replied stuttering, “You-You stole heroin from him? He-He h-has heroin?” She seemed totally confused. “Yes, Josh get’s stoned occasionally.” I told her truthfully. “Or at least I think he still does. I haven’t seen him for 2-3 years.” She frowned. “You?” “Used to be on it. When I was 14.” “Holy Shaant. You are so stupid!” She snapped. I laughed. “It’s not funny, Shaant.” She got angrier. “Don’t be upset, Jess.” I tried to comfort her putting my hand on her shoulder. “I was a stupid kid. Messed up father.” She was speechless.
I love the song Touch My Body by Mariah Carey. Get over it Victoria. It owns your mom. 'Touch my body, throw me on the bed, i just wanna make ya feel lyk you never did'. Amazing, I tell you, amazing.
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April 21, 2008Project Drama [Part 22]
Project Drama [Part 22] Recap: Emily Morrison and Katelyn Williams looked stunning. Anabelle’s P.O.V I caught a mesmerizing Metro Station tee-shirt as they left the stage. I blew Tracy Cyrus a kiss and shoved the held on to the shirt tightly, because it wouldn’t fit in my small clutch. The Medic Droid came on the stage and began singing Fer Sure. Andy and I waited as Katie came in with a smile and wearing a Bullet for my Valentine shirt her dad (my step dad) got her for Christmas and a pair of black skinny jeans with her usual converse. I rolled my eyes looking at my white blonde hair plopped down on my light pink strapless short dress that had a big bow at the back on the waist side. “You looked so beautiful.” I remarked. “You looked better then Emily Morrison, I’d say. Katie you were cunning! Not stunning, CUNNING!” She laughed and thanked, “Thanks Ana.” “Yeah, you did look really pretty.” Andy agreed. “But I mean…Emily was looking F-I-N-E man.” “Uh!” Katie giggled punching him in the shoulder and then rolling her eyes. We all went to the food table. Andy and I poured cups of punch with a little alcohol and Katie got cut up cheese and crackers. The sky had a sunset theme and fluorescent lights dove in on the yacht from the stage where The Medic Droid was set up. It was almost eight thirty in the evening. I couldn’t stop glancing at Joe Trohman for some reason who was smiling brightly and kept catching my eye. He was wearing a black tux like all the others were, and he was holding a cup full of punch which I could tell had A LOT alcohol in it too. Ewe he probably likes me, I thought. Andy noticed and teased, “Is that your boyfriend or something? Ana, don’t be a whore now, you just broke up with Justin.” I rolled my eyes pushing him hardly. “Shut up Andy! I don’t like Joe Trohman…he’s so ugly…he doesn’t even shave!” Andy and Katelyn rolled their eyes and grabbed my arms pushing me to Joe. I wasn’t lying, I don’t like Joe. Joe what kind of name is that? “Hello, Anabelle.” He smirked maliciously giving me a hug. I rolled my eyes patting him lightly on the back and then quickly releasing. “Hey Joe…” “You look fine, this lovely evening.” He flirted pushing his head up to me. I sighed pushing him away. “You wish stoner boy!” I snapped walking away from him closer to the bar, Andy and Katie. Irritated, I looked around me to find nobody looking so I grabbed vodka and quickly opened a small door and ran into it. Thankfully, nobody was in it. I ran to lie on the bed. I began chugging down the vodka vigorously. “Stupid Andy…always messing up things,” I muttered to myself in a low voice. I got up to find a rather big bathroom. I started to pull out eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and lip gloss from my light pink clutch. I put a thin layer of eyeliner around my eye, mascara on the top and bottom of my eyelashes, a light cote of pink eye shadow and pink lip gloss. I jumped when I heard breathing. I thought nothing of it because it was probably me. Then I heard a thumping noise. I looked around. Nobody was there. Thump. Thump. Thump. Nobody was there as I looked around again. Thump. Thump. Thump. “Hello?” I called out. I waited a long moment but nobody was there. Thump. Thump. Thump. “Andy can you please stop bugging me?” No reply. Thump. Thump. Thump. “ANDY WHA-AHHHHHH!” A dark silhouetted man came to me and put his hand (which had a silk glove over it) over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. He put his other hand around my waist and dragged me to another room. He was wearing a dark black cloak that went over his face and I couldn’t see him. He threw me in a closet beside a shivering girl which looked familiar, she was from debutantes. He spoke in a screechy, cold, high voice, “What do you know about Hayley Williams?” “N-N-Nothing let me go!” I shouted then let out a scream. He had a tight grip on me. He shushed me. The man asked again in the same screechy voice, “WHAT DO YOU FUCKING KNOW ABOUT HAYLEY WILLIAMS?” “I told you, nothing!” He chuckled in a deep voice. “That’s what she said,” he said pointing to the girl with duct tape covering her mouth and over her feet and hands. She was from debutantes I think it was Mischa. “Now where is she, what do you know about her?” “Sh-Sh-She goes to my n-new school…and my debutante thingy th-th-that’s all I know!” “Pfft,” he said like I was lying which I wasn’t. “WHERE IS HAYLEY WILLIAMS?” “In your crotch…” I spoke with a jocular tone. That made him grab me tighter and this time he pulled out a butcher knife and put it to my neck. “Either tell me where Hayley is or-“ “WELL THE ONLY THING I KNOW IS SHE IS DATING ZAC FARRO OKAY!” I finally answered. He put the knife further away from my face and asked, “Who is Zac Farro?” “I don’t know I just started going to Madsen High. He has dark brown hair and his hair is spiked up; it should be easy to find him. He and his brother Josh are the only ones wearing white tuxes.” He released me throwing me to the ground and ran out of the closet door and locked it. Oh my gosh… Narrator’s P.O.V Beth ran toward Andy and Katelyn who were walking away from Joe and making their way to Beth. Beth let go of her dress (she was holding in just in case it dragged on the ground) as she got to Andy and Katelyn. “Katie you were so beautiful!” Beth gasped. Then looked down at her daily clothes that she usually wears – obviously changed. “Why the hell did you change? I mean even I’m wearing a dress!” Katelyn nodded her head. “I see that, you can change. I’m sure nobody will…” “Why are you wearing skinny jeans? EVERYBODY IS SUPPOSED TO BE WEARING DRESSES!” Claire came out of no where and snapped. “Did all the nerds show up?” “Claire, its ok I’m sure they where just about to change,” Pete gave Katelyn an expression that read, ‘change now or else you won’t be alive tomorrow’. “Yeah-yeah, I was just about to change.” Katie replied fastly. “Like right now, I’ll see you guys around, bye!” Katelyn ran away from them. - It starting to rain really hard. But nobody really cared except for the parents. The band just played louder and party continued - “Josh I just don’t feel good. Blair put too much alcohol in my drink! Would you please just understand?” Jessica continued. “Babe, this is a big party to San Diego. How can I enjoy it without my girlfriend?” Josh asked again. Jessica took a deep breath and responded, “Can you blame it on Blair? She put too much alcohol in my drink! I know you were excited about going to San Diego in the hotel…we were going to get a hotel room but I just feel sick to my stomach. I told you I can’t drink much.” “Well, I don’t want to go home!” Josh snapped. Emily and Blair rolled there eyes and sighed as so did Claire, Pete, Joe, Shaant and Gerard. “You know I don’t really want to go to San Diego that much. I don’t like drinking either I could take her home.” Shaant suggested. “Why not, Gee?” Josh tried. “NO!” Blair screamed. “Sorry Jess, but y’know how protective I am…” “Yeah, Blair would freak Josh. And I don’t think Gee wants to go home. Do you Gee, would you mind if Shaant took me instead?” “Yeah, Josh Shaant would be a better idea. I wanted to stay.” “Fine, fine. I’ll see you on Monday?” Josh finally agreed with a frown. Jessica frowned. “Awe Josh don’t be sad. I’m going to miss you…how about next weekend when I’m feeling better we can rent a hotel room in Newport?” Jessica said kissing him on the cheek. “Fine. But it won’t be the same…it’s in Newport.” “We can go to Las Vegas!” Jessica tried. “I like it!” Josh said happily kissing her again. “Bye, make sure Shaant doesn’t drink.” Shaant rolled his eyes. Shaant and Jessica slowly together jumped in a boat and the sailor started steering. In no time at all they were back in Newport.
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April 13, 2008Project Drama [Part 21]
Project Drama [Part 21] Recap: “Hi,” I said dully. Blair’s P.O.V “Dissection.” Mr. Peters stated in Biology class. Frankie went into a throwing up posture. My eyes widened. “Dissection?” I repeated, in an unbelieving way. “Now, we have to work out the basic facts. On Tuesday next week we will be practicing dissecting a cow eye and maybe a baby pig’s eye if that works too. The actual dissection will be next Friday when exams start. This of course, will count for a good percentage of your grade.” Mr. Peters explained. I gaped wordlessly in horror. “I’ll faint and I mean poor animals…” I trailed off. Frankie squinted his face taking a step back from me (because he wasn’t sitting on his black stool) and said, “Poor animals? You eat them all the time.” “No. I make sure the raw fish is out of the sushi before I eat it. AND I mean dissecting…Frankie you’re doing it. I’m not hurting-" “This coming from Blair Vaness?” He said in an unbelievably low monotone. I gave him a glare and mumbled, “Bitch…” He laughed. Mr. Peters just ignored us continuing, “Now I will hand out starter sheets for dissection. They will start to give you information about dissecting all sorts of things. Read it with your partner and keep track of notes and stuff!” he stopped looking at me and Frankie, “please ACTUALLY do it together.” We rolled our eyes and nodded our heads. I festively attempted to grab the sheet whilst Frankie got it first and started to write down everything. “STOP!” I shouted in a sort-of normal voice. Nobody really heard me because everybody was talking loudly. “I’m going to do it…since you think I’m so ‘useless’.” Frankie choked out with a laugh automatically, “You are!” “You’re the dumb one, not me!” “No, you are!” “No, you are!” I shot back at him. He sighed heavily throwing me the sheet. He said, “Just start filling out the Squid Dissection thingy, gosh!” I smiled catching the sheet and reading it in my head. “Objectives of Squid Dissection?” I questioned. Frankie grabbed the paper and started to read out loud, “Materials needed for Squid Dissection: Squid, Scissors, Toothpicks, Drawing Paper, Forceps, Hand Lens, Small Cups, Dissecting Pan, Paper Towels, Diagram of the Squid, Wash Bottle, Microscope, Dissecting Scopes and for optional resources, slides and slide covers.” I absorbed the information I could. But the only things I could think of was; my yacht party and poor animals being dissected from ME AND FRANKIE! He stopped looking at my expression and frowned. “Sorry Blair…we’re going to have to, to get a good grade. Like Mr. Peters said, it counts for half the percentage of our grade for the next exam. C’mon the squid is going to go to a better place.” He chuckled. I smiled. “Continue…continue…” He continued instructionally, “The procedure. First: Orientation. Place the squid with the dorsal (back) side up in the dissecting pan. This means put the side with the funnel down and the fin side up. Make sure the tentacles and arms are towards you. Locate the head, eyes, beaks (mouth), arms (8), two longer feeding tentacles, fins, mantle, and skin. Use the hand lens to examine the suckers on the tentacles and arms as well as the spots on the skin, which are chromatophores.” Suddenly, the bell rang. Thank God. “Frankie?” I asked in a low voice. He turned his head before he ran for the door as everybody else evacuated. He gave me an expression that meant he was listening. “You know everybody is aloud to come to my yacht party in San Diego. And I mean you’ll probably be invited later by like one of your ‘little’ friends so I might as well invite you know…you can go if you want. I mean we do have to go this whole dissection thing that counts with most of our grade.” I blurted out. I was being nice…ewe.
"Sure...." He spoke in a unevenly voice. - “It’s almost seven o’clock.” Jessica stated as more people started to board my daddy’s yacht. My mum was hurrying all the adults to the bar for champagne and chardonnay. Claire and Amy were giving out free Teen Vogue magazines (the newest issue for the month of November which was in one week). The editors and associates and just everyone involved with Teen Vogue, Madsen High and Cosmo Girl were there. Emily was shivering all over because Claire and her Mrs. Morrison set up a fashion show thingy with my mother and Emily was the last one to go out with the most important Teen Vogue dress, and if Teen Vogue liked it Emily was going to be their next cover girl. “It is...seven o’clock!” I cheered as the butlers began to close all the gates. The yacht in no time at all, began to set sail. “Where’s Emily?” Jessica asked looking around at all the crowded people in the yacht. I shrugged looking around too. “Guess what Jess?” I said changing the subject randomly. She shrugged. “What?” “Josh, Joe, Claire and I got illegal drugs at the party. It’s perfectly hidden from all the adults. I finally got Randolph to get in on it. Luckily, after one week of sobbing he did.” I answered smiling. She sighed heavily rolling her eyes. “Blair, there is going to be cops there! And it’s illegal! And – and I don’t do it! It’s wrong, even your boyfriend thinks so!” “Gee?” I said with a giggle. “I know some times I don’t even know why he’s considered cool…but he’s a sweetheart so that’s a good thing. He doesn’t drink…he doesn’t smoke…he’s so goody good.” I rolled my eyes turning to find Gerard with my mom and dad laughing. “Goody good…” I repeated. Jessica giggled. “Oh chill, Blair. We have to get ready soon. For the fashion show…and we have to get Emily! Which dress are you wearing again?” “I’m wearing Marc Jacobs spring of 2008 collection, dress 56. lera [http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/1337/56leragb7.png].” I answered her. “You know that pretty long black one? Which one are you wearing?” “I’m wearing a long black one too…but mines not puffy at the bottom. It’s like – the silk just goes all the way down. It’s really pretty. [http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/8954/dujuanbw9.png] It’s Du Juan.” “You’re wearing Du Juan?” I questioned with shocking eyes. “I wanted to wear Du Juan! But my dad suggested Lera. And you know, whatever daddy says goes. I think he was yelling at my mom because she wanted me to wear Du Juan…I don’t know.” I said confusingly. Nicole’s P.O.V I stayed a long distance away from Josh Farro. I was clutching Alice’s forearm tightly keeping my eye on Josh. He glanced a few times with a worryingly look. Metro Station had just set up and was starting to play Kelsey as Rheagan came out in a skinny fit, short, periwinkle blue, strapless dress that I was assuming was Louis Vuitton. [http://www.nexteve.com/images/D/F6234a.JPG] She looked beautiful and so grown up it was unimaginable. She caught Patrick’s and my eye and she smiled and waved as she got back, backstage. She signaled me to come backstage. Patrick, Bella and I ran backstage looking for Rheagan. She waved signaling us over. We ran over. “You looked so pretty, are you modeling more dresses?” I asked. She shook her head with a frown. “No, they want everyone to just use one dress. Listen we can’t find Mischa anywhere and she needs to do the last Gucci dress with Emily! Claire, Jessica and Blair can’t find anyone to do it…and we certainly can’t find Mischa anywhere. Would you mind modeling?” Bella and I both shook our heads and yelled at the same time, “NO! NO! AND NO!” Rheag rolled her eyes. “C’mon Nikki and Bells please? This is an important dress and nobody can be missing or else Vogue and Cosmo Girl will get mad and Emily Morrison will go ballistic! She’ll get crazy if this ruins her shot at being the next cover girl for Teen Vogue or Cosmo Girl!” “Hmm…” I looked around and suddenly seeing a girl that I saw the other night at Beth’s house. I smiled. “How about here?” I suggested pointing my head over to her. “Who is she?” Rheagan asked. I shrugged running over to her and grabbed her in unexpectedly way. “Want to be in a fashion show?” I asked the girl quickly pulling her over to Bella, Patrick and Rheagan. “No.” “Well, now you are! What’s your name?” I said throwing her softly to Rheagan who caught her from the back and smiled. “My name is Katelyn Williams…” Rheagan grinned again and replied, “Well, Katelyn Williams you can do one of the most important dresses…with Emily Morrison. Done for it? Well, that doesn’t matter you have to. You look really pretty we can make this happen…” I pulled her black hair out of the ponytail it was in and let it hang out. I brushed it continuously over and over again. By the time I was done brushing it, it looked nice and perfect and soft. Blair Vaness ran over to us and observed her nodding her head approvingly. “Yeah, she’s perfect. Put her in the dress…this is going to be good. Emily can chill out already when I tell her. She needs the midnight gown.” Rheagan nodded her head going through stocks and stocks of dresses and shoes. Rheagan got her leather black boots that went up an inch below her knees. Then she got a 14, 000 dollar worth midnight blue leather gown. [http://www.aprille.org/wedding/images/maid7.jpg] “She’s all set,” Rheagan finally spoke smiling. When Metro Station changed their song (they were on there fourth) Blair Vaness went out in her black puffy dress with Jessica White’s long black silk dress, they went together. Emily Morrison came running out panting. “Hurry up! Hurry up! We’re next Katelyn!” Emily yelled furiously grabbing her arm. Rheagan rolled her eyes as so did Bella and Patrick and I. We ran back outside of the backstage area and back safely were everybody else was on the yacht. We waited anxiously to see how Emily and Katelyn would turn out when Blair and Jess walked out to. Rheagan was shaking because she did Katelyn’s make up. And finally, when they both came out we took a big deep breath and sighed happily. Two words… Emily Morrison and Katelyn Williams looked stunning.
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April 12, 2008Testosterone Boys & Harlequin Girls [Part 005] (I'm changing it to just Harlequin Girls!Testosterone Boys & Harlequin Girls [Part 5] Recap: “What a coincidence.” Brendon’s P.O.V William and Ryan gave us signals to come over. They were with five girls and one guy that I have never seen in my whole entire life. But the girl beside Ryan looked a bit familiar like she was on the plan with us or something. Pete, Audrey, and I sprinted toward them in an incredible mood. “Hey, guys.” Pete greeted. “Hi.” Ryan welcomed. “I wanted to introduce you guys to some new friends of William and me.” Ryan introduced everybody, “This is Brittany,” he said pointing to the girl that looked like she was from the plane, “Moesha, Jill, Samantha, Mike, and Missy.” Then Ryan introduced us, “and this is Brendon, Audrey, and Pete.” I shook everybody’s hands with Missy last. She had intriguing features, which I noticed quite quickly. Her hair was long and choppy and a nice slick black color. Her eyes were a dark yellow hazily color and were very wide, that I wasn’t exactly sure if they were contacts or not. Missy was wearing a long bright yellow shirt that went down to her knees and it had, ‘Drop Dead’ spelt out in a grungy sort of text. She was wearing striped tights with the shirt and black flats with white polka-dots on them. Her face was not much narrowed but was circled beautifully. She was wearing a very light pink lip gloss and thick eyeliner around her eyes with a little mascara which made her eyes stand out a lot. “You know we should all go for supper some time.” Brittany suggested. Ryan nodded his head instantly with a huge grin. “Yeah, great idea Brittany invite strangers that are probably serial killers for supper. They probably want to put drugs or venom in our drinks.” Samantha responded to Brittany’s suggestion quite rudely. I wasn’t offended but William looked a bit mad. Pete and Audrey just chuckled. “Sorry about that, Samantha can be a bitch sometimes. So what do you guys think?” Brittany assured us and then looked skeptically at all of us. I nodded my head and agreed, “Yeah that would be fun. William already bought his laptop and that for college tomorrow anyway, so we could all go.” “So it’s settled. How about we meet at Captive’s Dinner at about six o’clock?” Mike stated. We all nodded our heads and it was settled. We parted out. William, Pete, Ryan, Audrey, and I went to go meet Pete’s parents. 3 hours later… Missy’s P.O.V “Oh please just shut up Samantha.” I said annoyingly as we started to walk inside the Captive’s Dinner. She was not a very social person. Brittany on the other hand, hadn’t been getting her usual bitter mood swings. She was all upbeat and happier then I’ve ever saw her before. Moesha and Mike weren’t so excited; stubbornly they wanted to stay home to watch some reality show on MTV. “BRITTANY!” A loud shout came when we got inside the Captive’s Dinner. I giggled as Ryan ran toward us giving her a big hug and shaking our hands once again…were they secretly going out or something? William, Brendon, and Pete the boys we also met earlier gave us a sly wave. We got a huge round table for all of us. I sat by the far end by the window right beside Brendon and Samantha who irritably ignoring William who was on the other side of her. Brittany elbowed her tons of times when we walked in but she just wouldn’t calm down. The waiter gave us our menus and then were off to serve the greedy-looking people beside of us. “We’ve got until seven.” Samantha stated angrily. I rolled my eyes and replied, “One hour…” “So what other colleges did you get into William?” I asked making conversation. He grinned small. “Umm…” “He got in to many actually.” Brendon responded for me with a smirk. “He got in Columbia in Chicago, eh – Yale, Berkeley. So many…” Samantha laughed in a mean way. “Really? So why would you go to Truro when you could go to an Ivy League school?” William didn’t reply he just went pale. “How’s ready to order?” A voice came from behind me, the waiter probably. “Give us a few moments, would ya’?” Samantha said rudely. Everybody read off their menu’s and soon enough they ordered. “I have to go to the facilities. Missy?” Samantha announced quickly giving me a sharp eye. I shook my head. “But I don’t have to go?” “Yes, you do,” she gave me another sharp eye and I got up quickly trailing her from behind. Once we got into the washroom she checked all the stalls and then took a deep breath. Obviously, worried about something. After a long moment she exclaimed, “She’s back.” I squinted my eyes confusingly. “She’s back? Who’s back?” “She’s back. Ephemera’s back.” I gasped. “Ephemera?” “Yeah, Ephemera. She’ll kill anybody who get’s in her way Missy, what are we going to do? Were going to have to get that Ryan guy to take Brittany somewhere or something…and their friends because I can use any of my specialties around that William guy.” Samantha exclaimed. “What do you mean you can’t use them around William?” I wondered. She sighed angrily. “I don’t know but I can’t! It’s very frustrating.” “Do you think you could use them in water, if he was on land?” “I DON’T KNOW I’M NOT AN EXPERT!” She yelled. I rolled my eyes. Samantha has got to chill seriously… “Take a chill pill, Sam,” I tried to relax her. “SAMANTHA! DON’T YOU EVER CALL ME SAM AGAIN!” She spat out. “Ok, ok ‘Samantha’. We have more things to worry about then what I call you, seriously. Ephemera is back…and you can’t use your powers.” She didn’t reply she just danced out of the washroom and I sprinted to her following her out. When we got out everybody was done eating and William was paying the bill. Samantha glared at him and shot her back towards him – so she could ignore him.
William caught Samantha’s eye and she quickly snapped my mouth shut. And grabbed my arm leading me out to the car. “He heard us..”
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April 8, 2008Project Drama [Part 20]
Project Drama [Part 20] Recap: I tried my best to fall asleep but I was bewildered. A ringing came from inside Pete’s sweater in his pocket. It was cell, obviously. I got up and adjusted my head to him. He grabbed it out and opened it up. “Who was that and what’d they say?” I questioned sort of being stalker. He ignored me reading (what I guess was a text message) and then replied after, “Gee – Gerard. He just asked where I was.” He chuckled continuing, “We should be out any minute.” And he was right – five minutes later we heard Gerard mutter to us, ‘HOLD ON!’ and he unlocked the door and opened it for us apologizing, “So sorry! I thought EVERYBODY was passed out. I guess I misread everybody’s faces. Mikey, Alice and I just quickly went to bed when people started passing out.” We told him ‘ok’ accepting his apology. We both ran out of the house kicking Joe Trohman and Claire Miller rapidly out of the way. A few people were gone out of the house and a few were still lying on the floor. “Bye Katie,” he waved ‘good-bye’ as he got into his red 46 mustang. I waved bye as I pretended to go into somebody else’s car and he drove away. When I knew he couldn’t see me anymore I started to sprint very hard and very fast to my house. I could tell I was shaking very madly. All I could think of was… Cody and Rochelle. Or in other words… Punishment. Hayley’s P.O.V I woke in a comfortable position. Zac had his arms around my waist and his head resting quietly on the side of my face putting. We were turned on the left edge of the bed. I turned a bit to look at him snoring but he wasn’t his eyes were wide open and a huge smile spread upon his face. “You’re too cute,” He remarked. “No, you’re too cute!” He continued. “No, you’re disgusting.” Josh snapped rudely walking into Zac’s bedroom and looking at us incredulously with an eyebrow raised. “So you lost your virginity last night Zac?” Zac sighed loudly. “No, I’m pretty well in control of my virginity and when I do lose it I’ll make sure to use a condom.” “I DID NOT GET NICOLE SONTARE PREGNANT SHUT UP!” He snapped running into Zac’s bathroom. Then he slowly opened the door and whispered, “Oh and the toilet in the hall is plugged and I wouldn’t go in there.” “Eww!” I said grossed out. “Eww,” Zac repeated jumping up from the bed. “Josh get out of there!” I yelled banging his fists on the white wooden door. I sighed grabbing my cell phone and checking for texts or missed calls. I got a missed text so I opened it up on my cell phone and read mumbled it out loud, ‘Lana texts: Sweetie where home now! You’ll get this message before schools over so just come on down! We got you presents!’ I frowned. “Zacykins…my parents are back from Georgia.” He dropped his grossed out face to a sad face and said, “Aww I wanted you to stay longer!” He chuckled and started to say something but Josh interrupted. “I didn’t want you too.” He remarked rudely. I rolled my eyes. - “Ok now make sure to actually watch the full tape. Remember you are being graded on this and you will be having a test tomorrow!” Mr. Coachman ordered. We were watching some Sex Ed. tape. I payed no attention to it. I ran out of the gym because that’s where we usually did Health. Weird, eh? I sprinted toward Zac’s locker. Alice beat me there. Bitch. “Hey!” She greeted. “Hi,” I said dully.
Yes, I was still very mad at Alice for the night before. Ok so it probably meant nothing but to me it totally meant something. I mean Zac can't just go kissing other girls like that... Ok I know this is the most shortest chapter Project Drama has ever had. ARGH. I had to show you guys the last cut off part of the last PD chapter. 0_0 You know if I don't put a message at the bottom it cut off on me. xP Whatever? lol. I only got 2 comments on the last one ARGHHHH whatever lol it's because I never noted/sent a message out. So I will. =D For this one and last. OH AND I FINALLY GOT A NEW FANFIC BANNER! The quality sucks - fucking buzznet. HAHA. Anyways, hope you enjoy which I KNOW you won't. Oh and Allison POST FANFICCC GAWD! Want me to post a 4 shot?
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April 6, 2008Project Drama [Part 19]Project Drama [Part 19] Recap: Josh Farro. Claire’s P.O.V I giggled quietly and shamelessly went and made out with Josh Farro. I winked at him after which he returned it. It’s not like Jessica really cared…she looked like she liked Shaant and I just broke up with Joe so I don't see the big deal... “I want to go…” Anabelle volunteered. She spun the bottle and it landed to Joe. She rolled her eyes and went to go give him a light kiss. “Someone go…” Nicole shook as she started to spin the bottle and it stopped at Josh Farro again. I sighed quietly. Everyone’s getting Josh Farro these days. “Go,” Jess assured lightly. He nodded his head with a frown walking over to the new girl, Nicole Sontare (Shaant Hacikyan’s sister). I remember hearing the rumor before about Nicole being pregnant with Josh’s baby. It wasn’t true of course. Jessica, Blair, Emily and Gerard and them didn’t believe it – we knew Josh and he wouldn’t…well, he probably would to me but not some new girl coming in from the streets. Josh went over to Nicole planted his lips on hers it didn’t last to too long… “I’m going to get a drink be right back,” I announced getting up. “Does anyone want anything? And Beth where’s the kitchen?” “Two floors down to your right,” she told me. I nodded my head and Joe and Blair asked for a martini and Beth said more instructions on where to go…her mom let her drink alcohol? Well, whatever so did Blair’s. I ran down two flights of stairs not really panting when I got down. I went into the kitchen and got a few martini drinks and even finding a few glasses. I got a Red Bull energy drink for myself. I came running back up two staircases which was tiring. When I got up there I smiled and said, “What did I miss? Oh and I got the martini’s!” I gave Joe his. Everybody look wide-eyed. “Where’s Blair?” I asked looking around with her martini still in my hand. Josh pointed his head to a door which looked like a closet. I then found out somebody else was missing. “Where’s uh Gerard?” Josh pointed head to same door. Obviously, I missed something big. “What happened?” “I kissed Gerard.” Beth answered blankly. Emily saw my confused expression and explained, “Blair totally freaked out! Like…no offense but Gerard let her kiss him for a long time. Like I don’t know…but I would have freaked out too. It was like uh what that one word is,” “Unexplainable?” Alice tried. Emily nodded her head. “Yeah, unexplainable…it just totally happened. I don’t know but Blair went uh that one word…” “Ballistic?” Katelyn suggested this time. “Yeah, ballistic! Totally crazy! You missed all the action seriously like she was going to knock out Beth. It would have been total cat fight. Jessica and I got her before she took a shot at her though so it’s all good.” I nodded my head awkwardly. Finally, Blair and Gerard came out. Gerard kept whispering loud, “Stay calm.” Blair was fuming but obviously trying her hardest to actually stay calm. “SOMEONE FUCKING GO ALREADY!” She shouted in frustration. Hayley the old new girl spun the bottle before anybody else got to it. It landed on Joe Trohman. She rolled her eyes and quickly gave him a French kiss. “Patrick’s turn! I hope you get Katelyn,” Rheagan giggled teasing. Katelyn kept her expression still with no blushing. Patrick slowly spun the bottle but it landed on Amy. He awkwardly went over to her and gave her a quick kiss. It wasn’t anything special. The last two people left where Katelyn Williams (I think that was her last name?) and Pete Wentz. “HAHA!” Joe laughed. “You got-“ “I have an idea!” Rheagan thought up quick. “How about the last couple has to play seven minutes in heaven!” “YEAH, BUT HOW ABOUT THIRTY MINUTES IN HEAVEN?!” Jessica agreed quickly. Soon enough everyone agreed. Before Katelyn went into the small closet I walked over to her and whispered, “He’s not a good kisser. Beware.” She chuckled and left with Pete into the closet. “What shall we do now?” Jessica asked. “NOW WE DANCE!” Josh spoke with a sarcastic tone. “SERIOUSLY I DIDN’T FULL OUT ON THE MAKE OUT SESSION GEE-GERARD!” Blair yelled in anger. “LIKE IT WAS A QUICK THING FOR ME BUT OH NO YOU JUST TOOK YOUR TIME! PROBABLY ENJOYING IT!” She turned to Beth. “Y’KNOW I WAS TRYING TO GET USED TO YOU BEING NEAR MY BOYFRIEND BUT,” She pointed out her fists at her and jumped at her but Jess restrained her. Jessica soothed her. “Calm down, Blair. It’s all over…Gee it didn’t mean a thing right?” “Right!” he assured her. Beth looked hurt. Well, she probably thought a popular guy was going to like her. Yeah, right. Pete’s P.O.V “Thirty minutes…” I trailed off dully. She rolled her eyes sliding down to the ground. I did the same on the opposite wall. “Josh got the new girl...” “She’s pregnant.” Katelyn told me sighing heavily. I rolled my eyes and denied, “No, she isn’t. Josh told us it was just a rumor. Someone probably thought that because they passed out beside each other.” “Exactly?” She said. “Isn’t it kind of obvious? They gave each other nervous looks when Nicole spun the bottle on him…and I mean ‘passed out beside each other’ kind of it gives it away. She did look pretty drunk at the party and they were playing a drinking competition.” I thought about it. It actually…clicked. Made total sense. “Josh isn’t one not to use a condom.” “Major drunk?” Katelyn tried. “Major drunk.” I repeated in agreement. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and asked her, “Do you have a lighter?” She widened her eyes and shook her head. I looked around the closet but no lighters. I checked my back pocket and there was one. “Want one?” I offered. She shook her head with a disgusted face. I rolled my eyes. “Try it, it’s actually pretty decent.” I tried to encourage her. She shook her head once more but then put her hand out. I gave her one lighting it. “So do you even go to Madsen?” I asked. She nodded her head. “Yeah, I’m in your Spanish and French class. I sit behind you French AND Spanish.” I nodded my head. “Oh,” I smirked. “Yeah, you are.” She puffed out a few smokes, coughing. “How come you never talk to me then?” I questioned. “Why don’t you talk to me?” She asked with a weak grin. I nodded my head inhaling more of the cigarette. “Asked you first.” She answered puffing in smoke too, “Because you never talk to me.” I nodded my head. “That was a decent reason,” I chuckled. She nodded her head exhaling. “So what’s your reason?” I chuckled. “I didn’t even know you were in my class…I probably asked you for a pencil or something before class started or something but didn’t really notice.” She nodded her head silently again. “Sorry,” I quickly apologized with a smirk. “How come it’s all quiet out there?” Katelyn asked putting her ear to the door. I heard the unusual silence outside of the closet and I quickly put my ear to the door looking at Katelyn skeptically. Katelyn attempted to open the door. Claire locked the door…typical. “Passed out?” she wondered. “Yeah, probably.” I spoke in a relaxing tone leaning back against the wall. “If there all passed out then how are we going to get out?!” She panicked. I chuckled. “We’re not.” I inhaled some more of the cigarette. “We’ll have to wait until morning or something…skip school probably.” “Skip? My parents are probably worried by the second.” She continued to panic. I laughed. “Chill out Katie.” “Katie?” “Katie.” I repeated. “They probably won’t notice. Most parents don’t. Didn’t you ask sleep over here or something?” “Yeah – no. I can’t…not aloud.” I squinted my eyes. “Huh?” She rolled hers and shook her head. “Never mind.” I inhaled more again. “You don’t smoke?” “No, and I don’t drink either.” “Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself.” I smirked. She didn’t reply. But did enjoy the cigarette. “Point proven,” I muttered under my breath. She didn’t hear. “What do your parents do exactly?” I asked randomly. “Drugs,” she blurted out – I could tell her eyes widened and she spit out the smoke coughing throwing it on the ground. I stepped on it quickly. “Drugs?” I repeated with a stunned expression. “I meant job but…” we stayed silent for a long moment and I quietly gave her another cigarette. “My mom is a…never mind.” I laughed. “I don’t mind whatever she is. My mom’s an editor for some fashion magazine…” “My mom owns a raunchy laundry matt. My step dad is a drug dealer and my real dad (which doesn’t know about anything about my mother or step dad doing this) is a realtor.” She replied automatically. I gaped wordlessly. “Wow,” was all I could say… Katelyn’s P.O.V It felt good getting that all off my chest. But I seriously think that wasn’t good to say – especially to Peter Wentz. I decided before not to tell Beth but yet I go blurting it out to somebody I barely know. The only time I ever got to speak to Pete was in the Debutante classes because he was my partner and I doubt he’ll talk to me in Spanish or French which coincidently I happen to sit behind him in both classes. “So do they like uh – eh a-abuse you?” He stammered out. I took a deep breath replying, “Sort of.” There I went again telling him all this stupid shit that I shouldn’t be telling. He wasn’t going to tell anyone right? No, that’s not right he could tell the whole school. Not that they’d care… “Don’t tell anyone,” I begged, Pete quickly lighting up the new cigarette he pulled out of his pocket. Why was I even accepting them? “Well, y’know everyone’s family is screwed up. We all look like we are living the life with our rich yachts and big ass mansions when that’s not even what it is. It’s more like…rated R shit that happens. Y’know fighting gun shots all that.” He explained. “But you should tell your father.” “No.” “Why?” He asked. I rolled my eyes not replying just kept inhaling the smoke. It was a normal cigarette it wasn’t bad or anything. Except the fact that I am underage – miner. But I mean probably cops did that too when they were teenagers so who are they to blame? “Don’t tell anyone,” I repeated again because I didn’t answer. He rolled his eyes. “I won’t…not my secret to tell.” He said slyly. I didn’t just hear that. “How come you never come to parties?” He asked randomly again. “I do. I went to Blair’s ‘beginning of the year’ one.” I answered. “I didn’t see you.” “I didn’t want to be seen,” I pressed with a chuckle. “I was keeping a low profile there.” He nodded his head with an understanding expression. “You should come to Blair’s yacht party to San Diego.” He invited me. “It’s going to be kick ass.” “No, I should-“ “Yes, you should!” He responded happily with a kind gesture. “The only thing that sucks is like adults are coming on it until we get to a little town in between San Diego and Newport Beach. Other then that it supposed to be awesome.” “Ok, ok,” I agreed without thinking. “I’m tired,” I quickly made up. “Here hold on,” he said standing up and getting blankets on from the shelves stored in the closet and luckily found a pillow. He handed them to me helping me a bit too putting the blankets on. “Are you staying up? I asked. He nodded his head which meant, ‘yeah’. “I’m going to play games on my cell phone for awhile. I’ll turn off the light. Good night.” With that he flicked off the light and I could hear sounds coming from his cell phone and it started to get fainter and fainter. I tried my best to fall asleep but I was bewildered.
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April 4, 2008Project Drama [Part 18]Project Drama [Part 18] Recap: What a night this is going to be! Bella’s P.O.V “SPIN THE BOTTLE BITCHES!” Joe suggested happily. SPIN THE BOTTLE! What a great way to find your destiny. Jessica and Josh will be no more. The child of Josh’s (Nicole’s) will be lost in a distance. This is my chance to shine. My chance to shine… “What?” Blair said unhappily staring at Beth in vengeance. Wonder what happened in that picture? Claire rolled her eyes and whispered loudly, “Chill nothing is going to happen!” Blair looked at Gerard and he nodded whispering what I think was the same thing. “Ok, ok…let’s play stupid spin the bottle.” She agreed quickly. Yes! “I want to go first!” Rheagan volunteered. She’s too good at spinning the bottle…and I know exactly who she wants to aim it for. “JAMES!” She shouted with excitement. He cringed slightly. I was so right. They quickly made out, and surprisingly (well not so surprising actually) Patrick shivered. That so meant something…he liked her. Her liked James. Yes, I did say her, not Rheagan! “Hayley’s turn!” said Alice hopefully. We were going in clock wise order. Hayley spun the bottle in full force. Probably trying to get it all the way around to Zac. But actually, it didn’t happen. It landed on Joe Trohman. Joe smirked slyly. Well, Hayley glanced at Zac who look wide-eyed and was maliciously staring at Joe. Hayley uncomfortably got up and bent down and gave him a quick French kiss that lasted about five seconds. Joe looked disappointed after but Zac looked playful. “Alice’s turn,” Hayley determined darkly glaring at Alice. She rolled her eyes and spun the bottle. It started to stop at Patrick but quickly and slowly moved to Zac. Rheagan, Nicole and I couldn’t stop giggling. Hayley widened her eyes and Alice rolled her eyes. She lazily moved her way over to Zac who scratched his neck uncomfortably and irritably. “You are a genuine bitch, bottle,” Alice mumbled. By this time I couldn’t help but laughing and Blair, Emily and Jessica joined in too. “Hey you don’t have to kiss me,” Zac taunted. “YEAH YOU DON’T HAVE TO!” Hayley yelled quickly. “I mean I heard Zac has germs and…yeah Zac has bad, bad, bad germs!” “Hurry up and kiss him already,” Frankie choked out with a chuckle. Alice pressed her lips onto Zac’s, she kept her eyes wide open until they actually started to make-out and she closed them. Hayley looked very angry because the kiss lasted twenty seconds. Alice wiped away slobber on her mouth. “Gross Zac!” She turned to Hayles and laughed, “I didn’t know he spits in your mouth when he kisses you! You poor thing!” Alice gave her a huge hug and Hayley sighed. “MY TURN!” I suggested finally. I spun the bottle slowly and aiming it perfectly at Josh until a mix up happened. Joe put his foot out which hit the bottle and landed on Mikey. “RE-DO! YOU HIT THE BOTTLE!” It was seriously, going to land on Josh no joke but he hit the bottle and it landed on Mikey. “What you don’t like poor Mikey Way over there?” Joe questioned with an ugly sneer. I looked over to Mikey who was looking wide-eyed at the bottle but seemed to control his anger. I guess I did hurt his feelings. “That’s not what I said,” I told Joe calming down. “Just you hit-“ “Just kiss Mikey, Isabella!” Hayley yelled angrily and began to whisper to Zac with a glare at the bottle. Alice was right, the bottle is a bitch. I moved up and pushed Frankie Iero aside. I took a slow breath and planted my lips down on his pale pink ones. My nose crashed in with his and my face slide, I banged my eyes in Mikey’s glasses. “Sorry,” I couldn’t help but giggle. He blushed a good tone of purple. I thought nothing of it because I was probably blushing uncomfortably too. I re-kissed him quickly. It was amazing because… That’s how I pictured my Josh Farro kiss. Though, the whole glasses part could have been deleted. Like seriously, that was just a giggle. Lazily, I stayed beside Mikey. He was a good kisser. What the fuck did I just say? Never mind. Emily’s P.O.V I shuddered as I slowly spun the bottle. Hoping it was not going to land on Joe Trohman. Thankfully, it didn’t. It landed on uh – some guy I wasn’t sure was. Jessica catching my confused eye whispered quietly, “Jeremy Davis, hun.” I nodded my head. I’ve never saw him before… He smiled sliding over toward me. I gasped. We kissed – comfortably. Yes, comfortably not uncomfortably. It was kind of like I kissed him before. It was amazing. I didn’t even know his name today so I probably sound like a whore right now. A big whore. A teenaged hormone whore. Finally when he came out for air he smiled and pulled me back in. “The hotels across the street,” retorted Joe. Gosh he is so rude. I just smirked and continued my little make out session. I could hear various giggles coming from Claire, Jessica and Blair. I also heard Gerard calming down Joe. “It’s ok Joe; you guys are over look how many other girls you have chances with.” A few moments later Claire was pulling from my stomach hardly. She smirked giving me a confused eye and whispered, “That kiss was like ten minutes, Emm!” I nodded my head awkwardly. That was long…especially for a spin the bottle game. Blair grinned at me and then spun the bottle and it reached Frankie. Claire and I couldn’t help it but laugh. We went out of control. Jessica just smiled pushing Blair to him. Blair Vaness and Frankie Iero. What a match? He rolled his eyes. She just pecked him on the cheek and came back to her old spot. “You were supposed to actually kiss him,” I laughed. “He wishes.” Blair said glaring at him. He glared back. “Who’s going to playing at your yacht party?” Pete asked randomly. Claire, Jess and I giggled. Who doesn’t know… Blair laughed. “The Medic Droid, Metro Station and I think Hellogoodbye…” “Think?” I questioned with an uneasy face. “Well, Metro Station is one of my favorite bands so I had to make daddy get them there too. And I mean everybody wanted Hellogoodbye so I was going to get them but then – I said I didn’t,” “MY TURN!” Jessica yelled spinning the bottle quickly. It landed on Shaant Hacikyan. Everybody quickly snapped their eyes to see Josh to see his expression. It looked like he just got stabbed in the stomach. Gerard slapped his back hardly and he came back to reality. “Who’d it land on?” Josh asked cluelessly. “Shaant Hacikyan…” I answered. Shaant eyes widened and he kept a safe distant eye away from Josh. There was a huge silent moment. Josh Farro smirked and whispered something to Jessica. She grinned and walked over to Shaant lightly kissing him on the check still smiling coming back to sit in between Josh and Blair. “We’re supposed to be actually French kissing the people we land on.” Zac said randomly. Josh shot him a dark look and so did Blair. “Yeah, everybody else had to and they didn’t want to! So Blair you have to actually kiss Frankie and Jessica you have to actually kiss Shaant.” Noticing the glare from Josh, Zac rolled his eyes and explained, “Josh, you’ll probably have to kiss somebody else in front of Jessica too so get over it. It doesn’t mean anything…” “Y-Yeah…” Jessica stammered out. “It doesn’t mean anything.” And then she whispered something in Josh’s ear which I couldn’t hear. “Ok,” Josh decided. “WHAT NO! NOT OK!” Blair snapped. “Josh don’t give in…I mean do you really want Jessica kissing that ugly Shaant guy, no offense Shaant but I mean you can’t do that to your new girlfriend!” He rolled his eyes. “You have to kiss Frankie get over it!” She rolled her eyes and said to Jessica, “Jess I’ll go first.” She walked over Frankie Iero who was quiet the whole thing as was Shaant Hacikyan. Claire and I kept giggling when Blair kept her eyes open and kept rolling them and then closed them for a few seconds and it ended and she did a rude remark which just made everybody laugh more. “Jessica’s turn…” Blair told her with a blank expression. Jessica with no expression and either slide her way over to Shaant and gave Josh an awkward look. He was too busy glaring Shaant. Jessica and Shaant exchanged confused awkward looks at each other. “Hacikyan kiss her already!” Anabelle spat out. He uncomfortably moved toward Jess and did a small shudder which made Claire and I giggle again. Alice, Anabelle, Rheagan, the new girl, and Hayley joined in too. I know I shouldn’t be thinking this but… It actually looked like Jessica and Shaant enjoyed that kiss. I could see Josh was thinking the same thing because he continued to glare at Shaant the whole time. Blair and Claire even looked a bit confused but the matter dropped when Claire decided to go. “Luck, luck, luck,” she chuckled to herself as she spun the bottle it landed on Josh. Josh Farro.
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