September 28, 2008Project Drama [Part 31]Project Drama [Part 31] Recap: “Like I’d ever want to talk to you ever again!” Anabelle’s P.O.V I opened my eyes looking around. I couldn’t think clearly. So many thoughts rushed to my head. I was in a horrible state of mind. I was defiantly in a sanitary place now. It was Newport Beach house, defiantly. My breath froze and I inhaled trying to hear the mischevious sounds. “Anabelle,” A glowing velvet voice caught my ears. I looked down perhaps making that glowing voice leave away from my brain. Yes, just like expected – it did not even a 2.7 percent part of it. It was still as velvet as ever with a crystal edge. “You’ve finally awoken. You’ve been sleeping for a good fourteen hours already. I thought you were dead!” I sighed for far too long looking at my left to see Joe the glowing voice of my nightmares standing tall yet short. My small voice spoke, “Am I ever going to get to go home, now?” He smirked. “It all depends. Probably not, but I’m sure you’ve already guessed that.” He went near the big T.V that was in front of the king-sized bed I currently lay on. It was totally his house. Joe turned on the news chuckling every couple of seconds.
“Y-you let her go?” I mumbled shivering. He nodded his head wrapping blankets over me. “Yeah…” he looked away shamelessly. “Back on Newport News,” the commercial stopped (it only being one minute). “The bad news of it all is that Mischa Barton was found this morning in her local alley way – deceased. We don’t know how it all happened we just know that it did. How did it happen? Well, she’s been shot – four times.” I backed up to the back of the bed looking at him with complete utter fright. He was going to kill me, for sure. Maybe he just wanted to torture me or something! “No, I won’t kill you.” He looked down and then got up and turned off the T.V. “Quite frankly, I didn’t know Mischa was killed. Anabelle, it wasn’t me…I’ve never killed someone before.” “Then what is all this?” I asked suddenly feeling a lot braver then I felt. “Kidnapping Mischa, Hayley and me? Is this all joke? Is somebody setting you up to this? Where you intoxicated? I just want to know what’s going on!” I demanded. “My father,” he explained, “he’s…quite the father.” He said it all in a question like I was supposed to know by his six words. Luckily he continued, “Hayley’s mother used to date him, and as my dad is as rich as he is now is taking this so-called ‘revenge’ on people. If he ever caught he would be quickly assumed to something else nobody would even believe it’s him. Anyways, like I said Hayley’s mother used to date him and he cheated on her in high school…my dad has quite a good memory. So what better way to torture her then have her daughter get killed…but I saw you…and it was my fault that I let Hayley and you go. You were too dizzy and were dark for a long time I knew it would be easy to let the two of you go. I don’t know what happened to Mischa though. But I saw you fall when I was chasing after you because you defiantly knew it was me and I couldn’t let you know what happened.” I grasped every piece of information carefully and when I tried to put it together my throat, head, gut and part on my body hurt so bad. I responded with the sound of me throwing up all that McDonalds. Joe went out of the room for awhile and came back with soap products spraying and cleaning everything I threw up on quickly before it could stain. When I threw up I made sure it went on the floor and the comfy blankets I’ve been sleeping on.
* I awoke quickly later with Joe right beside me. I shifted my eyes toward the alarm clock on his dresser and it was 2: 17 PM late in the afternoon. Joe smirked as usually and spoke in his velvet voice, “You fainted…then went to sleep for a long time.” He handed me a glass of water. “Shouldn’t you be at school?” I questioned not knowing what else to say. “No, I shouldn’t.” He answered. “It’s not like I’m going to let you sit here all day when your sleeping. ‘Because eventually you end up waking up and I never bother to lock the doors and windows.” Bella’s P.O.V I knocked on the door quickly taping my feet loudly hoping Alice would hear me. I could hear loud music coming from Mikey’s bedroom, Beth’s bedroom and I was assuming Gerard wasn’t here but she’d eventually realize I was in there with him which annoyed me. I could hear even louder Distillers in Alice’s room but finally I just opened the door widely and there was Alice crying in her bed shaking all over in her under garments. The computer chair was knocked over and her huge C-D collection was lying all over the floor her clothes were shuffled out of her walk-in closet. Sum it in a couple of words: her room was a disaster. “Uh, Alice, baby?” I asked coincidently bringing my clean wipes for her written-on walls with most likely washable markers. “Holy shit. What happened, bb? You’re room it’s…destroyed. Wait. You wrote on the walls,” I looked around. I went up closer to them reading all of the writings most of them were lyrics and…oh my gosh. Zac, why is it always Hayley? “We keep fighting! We never fight!” She finally talked. I went to her computer turning off the metal and thrash music. Then I went and sat beside her on her bed clutching and petting her blonde locks. “What happened, Alice? Please tell me. Can I at least look at you?” She slowly put up her head. I cradeled it in my hands she looked awful. Alice rarely used make-up just thin eyeliner and that was about it. But it looked like she put on loads of mascara, thick eyeliner all over her eye, red lipstick and smashed tomatoes and potatoes all over her face. “What’s with all the make-up? Why are you crying?” All of the make-up was of course smeared by her heavy raindrops. She exclaimed what happened with her and Zac well I sat there feeling bad for her poor bedroom and quite pissed because Zac was the inspiration for this so-called, ‘masterpiece.’ “I’ll be right back, bb.” Alice just continued to cry and went out of her room making my way across the hallway to Mikey’s her brother. I tapped on the door hardly. I could hear footsteps coming quickly he opened the door and spoke in an annoyed voice, “WHAT DID I SAY GEE?! DON’T BUG ME! I’M WORKING ON MY COLLEGE APPLICATION!” I giggled and that’s all it took before he got up and apologized in stuttered sentences. “It’s ok Mikey,” I giggled again reassuringly. “I need help,” I asked pleadingly. His eyebrows curved incredulously. “With Alice…her and Zac had a horrible fight about Hayley and stuff. We need to cheer her up. I’d ask Gerard but he’s probably out or something. I never saw him when I came over and I could hear your blaring music…” “O-oh y-yeah,” he shivered. “I’m sorry about the music…” “No,” I laughed, “I meant that in a good way. I like your music. I just wondered if you’d help because you are her older brother. But if you have to continue with that college application then I quite understand.” He nodded his head an optimistic smile spreading out on his peach face reconnecting with his white-black-rimmed glasses. “Yes, I’ll help Bella.” I smiled giving him a small awkward hug. * “C’mon Alice! Cleaning always makes me forget about things. We’ll blare pop music, everything will be alright. Mikey turn on those C-Ds I got.” He flipped through the old pop bands and eventually went to the more embarrassing ones. He went from Aqua, New Kids on the Block, Nsync and eventually got to Sixpence None The Richer and Imogean Heap. We decided to play a mix of Ashlee Simpson’s L.O.V.E and Boyfriend. But we ended up listening to Britney Spears for most of the time. Mikey and I made Alice do most of the cleaning. She dusted the hard-to-reach-areas in the kitchen with this swiffer Mikey had to go buy because it’s the ONLY thing Alice would use since her and Zac used to watch the commercials. This seemed like a bad break-up situation…but worst. Mikey and I vaccumed and dusted the living room. Alice pretty much did everything else including the dishes which Alice hated doing no matter what. Sara came home later kicking us out and giving us money to go to the movies or do something ‘constructive’ that Alice and Mikey’s parents would approve of. We ended up going to the small replay-cinema theatre and saw ‘Forgetting Sarah-Marshell’. But when we entered the theatre we ran into the last possible person in the world Alice would want to see. Zac. “I’m uh going to get popcorn!” Mikey spoke with an unsteady voice. “How about we just leave?” He suggested. I nodded my head this time in agreement. They probably wouldn’t even notice us anyway, we thought about going to the arcade but that didn’t happen. We just left to Beth’s house where Mikey, Alice and Gerard were currently residing in. It was weird because Mikey and I hung out, for the first time. I was supposed to go a various concert with him. But all thanks to Alice that didn’t happen. “So which college were you applying to?” I curiously asked, remembering yelling at him and laughed at the though. He looked down on the floor of his bedroom and their sat tons of notes scattered around. “Well, at that particular moment I was applying to University of Pennsylvania. But I also applied at all the other ivy leagues. But I’ve token a special interest in Pennsylvania and Brown.” He answered rubbing his thigh. My eyes widened. “Pennsylvania and Rhode Island? You’ll be all the way in Providence and Philadelphia!” I unsteadied for a second. My breathing went even. “That’s just quite far,” I calmed down continuing, “away from Newport. What do you want to get a degree in?” He chuckled unsteadily. “Well, I was just – my parents want me to go to an ivy league. I want to go to Academy of Art. To create uh something…” he trailed off embarrassingly. I exhaled my breath with a sign of relief. I lacked posture when I was around Mikey and I gained a liking to him when I was here before with the ‘popular kids’ playing spin the bottle. “To create what?” I asked skeptically. “Comic books,” he scratched his neck. I smiled. He caught my gaze and grinned. “That’s what I really want to do but my parents would like something else – anything else. They suggest getting some kind of degree in writing and then get a major in English Literature. I just want to write and draw graphic novels or comic books. But,” he looked down not sure to say what he was going to say or not – I could see it on his pale face, “nevermind.” I placed my finger below his chin moving his head up to look in my eyes, “Tell me,” I spoke in an alluring voice, making sure I wasn’t being demanding. When I removed my finger he dropped his head but replied in a quiet tone, “But I’m also taking an interest in being a – musician,” he said it in a shamefull way but I didn’t say any way how it should be. “A bass player, actually. I’m in my friend Frankie’s band. But the problem is we don’t have a lead singer and kind find one.” My face turned to awe. “A musician?” I spoke amazed. “Lead singers are always the hardest to find. Find people who are willing to do drums or guitar they most likely are better at vocals. Like your brother, even maybe? Can’t he play guitar? I bet you he’s better at singing.” Mikey laughed really hard. My face turned up at him my eyes cold. He stopped abruptly looking in them. “I don’t think Gerard has any hidden talent like I don’t know, vocals?” He did a small laugh but stopped quickly before I gave him another hard, stone look. I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I have to go,” I said immediately not explaining why just getting up off of his double bed (unusually small for somebody who lives in Newport) and went to the door not bothering to wait for a good-bye. But there was a sudden firm grip on my wrist. Mikey stopped me and I could hear his low whisper behind me. “I’ll give it a try,” he promised.
Long time no update. For like two weeks last time I checked. No, probably three since it's Sunday now. Anyways, this chapter would have been longer and I would've updated alot quicker but Bella's was so hard and near to the end I could so inspired and had fun writing about her and Mikey...so it expanded it quite a bit. Don't worry I keep tabs on all of your P.O.V's. Trust me you have no idea how dedicated I am to this fanfiction. Everybody seven P.O.V's right now except for Hayley, Bella, and Alice because I've just started on eighth. I keep tabs on EVERYTHING I have everything written down on notepad. Except for Anabelle and Nicole who are settled at 4 almost five because Nicole was guest star but is now a main character and Anabelle came later. =D Anyways, cheerio!
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September 16, 2008Maybe this will take my mind of somebody.♥ALTERNATIVE COUNTRY “EMO” MUSIC INDIE♥ METAL POP
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September 15, 2008____ Word. [Oneshot. Original]I trembled in the seat I picked. Who was I going to get seated with? I’ll tell you one thing. It better not be with him. Anybody else I was fine with. I could even hold up with that athletic guy for the rest of the year but I didn’t want it to be him. If I said anything mean he’d probably crush me into a million pieces or come with an axe when I’m sleeping and stalk me 25/8. My worst nightmare expected. Usually I had better luck and I’d probably go with the small, scrawny guy which wouldn’t be bad. He’s actually pretty cool. I had to sit beside him, but that loud new girl and that loud wannabe gangster. So in French class this wasn’t entirely bad. The first year was what I thought was the worst.
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September 6, 2008Project Drama [Part 30]Project Drama [Part 30] Recap: The day went by quickly. Emily’s P.O.V “So it keeps getting exciting this year at Madsen High! I have two surprising news,” Ms. Adams spoke loudly hoping to get our attention because we were all routy; “We have three new students today.” Claire, Rheagan, Blair, Jessica and I straightened up looking around the room. “One from Olkahoma and Philadelphia…Spencer Chamberlain from Philadelphia has decided to join us and Tyson Ritter from Olkahoma has also decided to join us. Stand up please boys?” Two tall boys about the same height rose from their seats and went up infront of the classroom. The one from Philadelphia – Spencer had shoulder-length hair that was a pale orange color sort of kind of reminded me of Shaant Hacikyan but not too much. The other one from Olkahoma – Tyson had silky-looking bushy brown hair and was quite tall also with very, very, very nice blue eyes with a tint of green. They didn’t say anything. Tyson did an awkward but cute wave and went back to his seat Spencer said hello and then did the same. Ms. Adams smiled awkwardly but continuing, “Our third new student is actually from Newport Beach and sisters of Rheagan Bakery. I’d like to introduce Rayna Bakery!” I twitched my eyes for a moment and looked over at Rheagan, “Rayna? What the heck you never told us you had a sister!” A skinny tall girl went infront of the class smirking. She had long, choppy black hair with pink, red, blue, purple streaks everywhere and she wore red lipstick. Rayna was wearing tight skinny jeans and a bright blue belly shirt revealing her gut which she had a piercing on her nabel, lip and nose. Rheagan looked away shamelessly. “Yeah, call me Rain.” She corrected Ms. Adams then looking down at her long black-painted nails. Everybody nodded their head. “I didn’t even know you were here!” Rheagan complained talking to Rayna. Rayna ‘Rain’ smirked tilting her head coming to sit behind Rheagan. “I sort of snuck behind you before you managed to come to class.” She chuckled. “Who are you friends?” “Emily,” I introduced putting my hand out. She quickly shaked it. I normally would be quite afraid or make fun of girls with multi-colored like that and excessive black eyeliner but Rayna looked pretty cool. Claire quickly gazed back to Rain. “This is Claire,” I introduced her too pointing my finger at Claire and then I introduced Jessica and Blair as they stared away from eachother. “Okay, okay everybody stop chatting! I have a surprise!” We all rolled our eyes and some people yawned. “We will be taking a field trip to Mexico! Tijuana actually!” “What?” I said excitedly. “Yes, that’s right were going to Mexico to meet Thomas Harris the author of Hannibal Rising. They’re having a Hannibal Lector convention on all the books there and we’ll get to meet him and do what not.” Then more people yawned again. One person shouted out, ‘do we have to go?’ Ms. Adams rolled her eyes replying, “Yes, it is mandatory and it’s for a good percentage of our grade.” Another shout came from the same guy ‘Bob Bryar’, ‘I don’t care!’ Ms. Adams got a bit aggravated continuing, “Let’s just say if you don’t go you will not be able to attend the Halloween Masquerade.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going,” Rain explained dropping her bag down chuckling. “Like I care about a Tom guy,” She chuckled again. “You have to,” Rheagan furiously spoke, “it’s worth half of your grade you’ll get kicked out again. Besides you won’t be able to go to the Halloween Masquerade!” “You got kicked out of school?” Claire asked curiously. Rain nodded her head in an attitude. “Yeah, it was no biggie.” She looked over at Rheagan chuckling more, “I’ll still get into the Halloween Masquerade. Isn’t it at the Harrison Hotel?” Rheagan nodded sighing. “Exactly our dad owns it like I won’t be able to go in.” I laughed. “It’s going to be so awesome; we get to have our own hotel friends with twelve girls.” “It sounds gay,” Tyson the new guy spoke from the back ahead of me. His eyes shifted back upfront. I didn’t say anything else. “Just like you,” Rayna stood up for me. Tyson nodded his head with a chuckle and then turned back to me with a smirk. “What’s wrong babe? Did daddy not give you enough attention?” I looked away and he turned back in his seat. How come I couldn’t say anything back? [Okay so the following might be a bit confusing but you’ll see how it works it’s like a mixed up P.O.V between Alice, Zac and Hayley.] Hayley’s P.O.V I vigioursly slammed open the door. “Mom?! Dad?! Lana?!!? Brian?!!?” I screamed. Two fumbling footsteps came down the stairs in no time I felt exhaugsted and I dropped to the ground breathing heavily. “Hayley! Oh dear, thank God praise the Lord you’re home! What happened oh my gosh?! I’ve got phone the police tell them what happened! What happened?!?” Lana panicked and then quickly dropped her knees to the ground and threw her arms over me squeezing me tightly almost making me choke. Brian straight away went to the Kitchen grabbing three jugs (approximently eight glasses of water in each jug) and handing them to me. I gulped one down keeping the second closely intact. “There were these three big guys wearing all black and one small shiny guy – I was like in a black dungeon sort of thing…it was terrible. We were eating dirty McDonalds and warm contaminated water!” Lana got up quickly grabbing the first cellular device she could find and started dialing in numbers which was probably our whole family and then the police. Alice’s P.O.V The answering machine came up again. Zac just wouldn’t answer my calls or anything. This time I put my name under private caller he answered but right when I said hey he hung up, again. I wasn’t just going to wait around the house after school waiting to see if Zac was returning my calls, I thought. I opened my window climbed out and went by the pool jumping the fence into Zac’s yard. I looked down in his window and there he was just sitting playing some solitare game in his big spinny chair. I tapped on the window three times. “Zac! Open up! We need to talk! It’s about something very important, Hayley!” Zac rolled his eyes and sighed coming to the window and then he helped me in. Zac’s P.O.V When Alice came in I went back to my chair playing the regular Solitare game Josh stole from Jessica’s locker then eventually gave it to Joe and Joe didn’t know what to do with it, so he stuck it in Emily’s locker and then Jeremy snooping around got it and then he left it here. “Well, hello? I have to talk to you about something and all you’re doing is just sitting there playing some solitare game that isn’t even yours!” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not Jeremy’s either so does it really matter? I’m all ears hurry up say what you’re going to say before I get bored,” I spoke rudely. Alice raised her eyebrow and began, “You’re sitting there hating me for nothing! I’m sorry but I had something more important to tell you then your stupid football tryouts! And you know what? I HEARD YOU GOT CO-CAPTAIN YOU SHOULDN’T BE SO MISERABLE TO ME!” “THAT’S CO-CAPTAIN I WANTED TO BE CAPTAIN ALICE!” He yelled. “You know what? This is going no where leave right now! Go through the window and go back to your house. I don’t ever want to speak to you ever again.” Alice sighed angrily she stormed out through the window and began to walk away but she began to rewind herself going down to her knees by the window. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear this but listen Hayley’s been kidnapped. Haven’t you been wondering why she’s not returning her calls and you get her parents crying voices on the answering machine? DON’T YOU EVER WATCH THE NEWS?!” My eyes widened but then Alice stormed out and I couldn’t get her. Hayley’s P.O.V I quickly got up drinking the next jug and I lay down on the couch waiting for the police to come in. I heard small taps and I immeditately knew who it was. I ran to the door dropping my jug on the floor as the water quickly ran out of it. I opened the door and optimistic tears streamed down my face. “ZAC! I THOUGHT –,” “So Alice was lying to me again! You’re not kidnapped! She just wanted me to apologize to her well, too bad. I am never talking to her again! Like look she’s probably making you cry and stuff. That’s terrible and horrid and I can’t believe Alice would do something like that! She’s probably just jealous because I’ve spending more time with you and not her!” Zac said firstly. “No, Zac but-,” Zac hushed me and continued, “You don’t have to explain for Alice she’s the one who’s pulling us apart. She’s just jealous because I have a girlfriend and she’s dateless all the time! Just because I’ve been her best friend for ages doesn’t mean I don’t have other things too in my life!” “But Zac-,” “I’m going to talk to her right now!” He stormed out. Alice’s P.O.V I paced around my room in anger. I went through my window now pacing around my pool. I couldn’t have been more frustrated at this very moment. Zac was being so self-ish and inconsiderate! I know that’s a real girl thing to say but it was so true! I heard a muffling noise come from over the fence into Zac’s front yard. That was probably him now coming to apologize for me being right and for him being so stuck up! “ALICE!” He called over. I didn’t reply. Then he hopped over the fence not immeditately seeing me he went to look inside the window. “We have to talk!” “Hello?” I greeted saying it like he was dumbfounded. WELL, HE WAS! He turned around looking at me on the other side of my pool. “Do I hear somebody begging for an apology?” He glared. “Apology? Yeah, I hear you begging for an apology! HAYLEY ISN’T FRICKEN’ KIDNAPPED! You liar! How stupid and mean can you get? Just because I have a girlfriend in my life right now doesn’t mean you have to be all jealous! Like I won’t still hang out with you!” “Hayley IS kidnapped! HAVEN’T YOU SEEN IT EVERYWHERE?” “For your information I just saw Hayley at her house and I talked to her! I can’t believe you would do that to me! To Hayley? She’s a human being too not just some toy you can – can do stuff with!” Zac’s P.O.V “Excuse me,” she interlude surprisingly, “Hayley is kidnapped! Maybe you’re just seeing ghosts are something you gay little MAMA’S BOY!” She laughed after. “Yeah, you know what cry over everything! Like remember for Christmas you cried when Josh opened his present and got a new football from me? Then you opened you’re present from and it was a football and a volleyball? How self-ish can you get?!?” Anger really got to my head this time I came around the pool not saying a word and then I quickly pushed her. “That’s for calling me a Mama’s boy!” This time I elbowed her and she fell in the pool. “AND THAT’S FOR SAYING I CRY OVER EVERYTHING!” She rubbed her eyes coming by me then she grabbed my legs making me lose my grib and fall to the ground. “THAT’S FOR PUSHING ME!” Then she pulled my legs more (which I had no control over) and I ended up going into the pool too. “AND THAT’S FOR PUSHING ME INTO THE POOL!” I splashed her more really pissed off. “WELL THAT’S FOR PUSHING ME TO THE GROUND AND POOL!” “Like you didn’t deserve it!” She splashed me again going up through the handle bars at the side going out of the pool. “You are so immature!” “Well, you are so immature and you deserved it!” I quickly made a comeback getting out of the pool. “I’m leaving! I never want to speak to you again!” I stomped away. “Like I’d ever want to talk to you ever again!”
Yeah, for the new casting calls I have to re-do it. The sudden inspiration to do All Time Low and CIWWAF wore off. 0_0 Since NOBODY I repeat NOBODY gave me a good idea what to do for the video...I'll have to decide for myself. I was thinking the first Newport party. There was alot of drama. But it will be like a split episode...with mixed P.O.V's and some with no drama at all *cough* Patrick crushing on Rheagan *cough* lol. =D Hope you liked this chapter, anyways. NEWS: PD is officially 108 pages now. xD Rate the drama 1-100. =] I rate it 56. Be honest no 100000000. Lol.
Cheerio, Maddi.
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