Chapter 1
October, 1964
I lied awake on my bed.
I couldn’t sleep.
My mind was wandering, racing to different topics at the same time. I couldn’t stay on one subject in my mind for lebih than ten seconds. I was restless.
Just then, out of nowhere, I remembered something that I particularly didn’t want to remember. But I did anyway. It was something that I hated thinking about, and something that I thought about all the time. I got up, clad in only a pair of jeans, and walked over to my closet and turned on the light. I pulled down old, dusty boxes and yellowed papers off of the closet’s shelf. I searched until I found what I was looking for: 198 papers that were bound into a story. A book. It wasn’t mine. I didn’t write it. My old friend Johnnie Gatlyn did. She wrote it, and I was the only one who had ever read it.
I remember Johnnie telling me about it one time. She told me she wrote a book and she wanted me to read it. So I did.
Johnnie had always wanted to write a book and publikasi it and become an author. She didn’t care if she became famous atau not. She just wanted her stories out there. But she never got to publikasi the story that I was holding in my hands. So now I had it. And I was the only one who knew about it.
I was the only one she ever told. She never shared her stories atau poems atau songs with other people. Nor her drawings. Only me. I was the only one she had ever trusted. I wish I could thank her for trusting me.
I slowly sat down on the edge of my bed, careful not to wake my older brother, and stared at Johnnie’s story. It stared back at me, its dirty, dusty face masked with inked words. I felt tears forming in my eyes and hurriedly brushed them away. I didn’t want to cry. But, I’m sure if I had let the tears fall, I would’ve been sobbing instead of crying. I flipped through the pages and old memories of membaca this great story flushed through me. I remembered lots of it, even though the last time I read it was three months ago. Three long, lonely months ago.
I couldn’t beruang to remember that event that happened months ago, but it was too late. The memory was coming back.
I stared at the very first page and read the first line. I remember that line, I thought. And remembering that line made me remember Johnnie. Sweeter-than-honey Johnnie Gatlyn. I lied back down on my tempat tidur and gave up. I let myself remember.
I didn’t want to. But remembering Johnnie also made me happy.
October, 1964
I lied awake on my bed.
I couldn’t sleep.
My mind was wandering, racing to different topics at the same time. I couldn’t stay on one subject in my mind for lebih than ten seconds. I was restless.
Just then, out of nowhere, I remembered something that I particularly didn’t want to remember. But I did anyway. It was something that I hated thinking about, and something that I thought about all the time. I got up, clad in only a pair of jeans, and walked over to my closet and turned on the light. I pulled down old, dusty boxes and yellowed papers off of the closet’s shelf. I searched until I found what I was looking for: 198 papers that were bound into a story. A book. It wasn’t mine. I didn’t write it. My old friend Johnnie Gatlyn did. She wrote it, and I was the only one who had ever read it.
I remember Johnnie telling me about it one time. She told me she wrote a book and she wanted me to read it. So I did.
Johnnie had always wanted to write a book and publikasi it and become an author. She didn’t care if she became famous atau not. She just wanted her stories out there. But she never got to publikasi the story that I was holding in my hands. So now I had it. And I was the only one who knew about it.
I was the only one she ever told. She never shared her stories atau poems atau songs with other people. Nor her drawings. Only me. I was the only one she had ever trusted. I wish I could thank her for trusting me.
I slowly sat down on the edge of my bed, careful not to wake my older brother, and stared at Johnnie’s story. It stared back at me, its dirty, dusty face masked with inked words. I felt tears forming in my eyes and hurriedly brushed them away. I didn’t want to cry. But, I’m sure if I had let the tears fall, I would’ve been sobbing instead of crying. I flipped through the pages and old memories of membaca this great story flushed through me. I remembered lots of it, even though the last time I read it was three months ago. Three long, lonely months ago.
I couldn’t beruang to remember that event that happened months ago, but it was too late. The memory was coming back.
I stared at the very first page and read the first line. I remember that line, I thought. And remembering that line made me remember Johnnie. Sweeter-than-honey Johnnie Gatlyn. I lied back down on my tempat tidur and gave up. I let myself remember.
I didn’t want to. But remembering Johnnie also made me happy.
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the hari my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some hari I hope his jantung gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the hari my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some hari I hope his jantung gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my friends were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my friends to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My friends have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a pohon and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. selanjutnya thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.
Sorry for cliffhangers....
Sorry for cliffhangers....
"No,no,no! Ponny, you're supposed to sound scared. like this, 'AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!'" Hilisia said. She berkata the line terrifiying. Ponya rolled her eyes. "If I say it any lebih frighted, my eyes will pop out! And anyway, you're NOT the director. I'm doing it wrong when Mr.Figgsten says so." Ponya snapped back. "Ok girls, from the top!" The girls got ready. Then suddenly, Ponya stretched her arm out to Hilisia(Luci) And said, "Luci! LOOK OUT!" "What? What Brenda?" "AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!" "EEEEEEK!" "RUN!!!" They both said. Then the scene ended as they ran off stage. "Perfect!" Mr.Figgsten yelled. Huffing and puffing, the girls came offstage. "Hey anda guys I know it's short notice, but we will have to shoot the rest of the film in New jersey
Are anda bored? Despretly trying to find something on Google, but everytime anda serch something innoceont weird and gross stuff just overflows your computor screen? Well, gabung this menulis compeition! I will daftar five acak genres and themes I pulled from a hat and all anda have to do is write a short story from a genre atau theme of your choice but it has to be one of the five. The compeition will run from November 07 2011 - November 21. Voting will start from November 21 - November 31.
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. fan Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. anime (For fan Fiction)
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The winner will recive 10 pujian and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. fan Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. anime (For fan Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 pujian and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him oleh the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have lebih energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him oleh the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have lebih energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.