- Created By Puppet Mistress
It's over
Okay, this is a sad rant, I'm literally on the brink of tears ;~; So I've been friends with two people for a really long time, one longer than the other but still, we would all hang out in chat and share tons of laughs and everything. We we...Story about two misfortunate teenagers
Hmmm, I'm thinking about calling this story, Better Off or First Time, tough decision ._.
PART 2
Is following someone, you barely know, around, because you're desperate to hear their voice, considered stalking? That's what it felt like to me when I spied Rachel lounging out on Runner's Hill, book in hand, unaware, hopefully, that I was watching her intently from the soccer field bleachers. I just couldn't help it! She was the only girl in this entire town that didn't swoon over me whenever I happened to walk by, actually, her typical reaction was a rolling of the eyes or completely ignoring my existence. Once, she flipped me off, sweet, sweet progress.
"Stalker."
Forced out of my admiring stare, I turned to see Louis, the foreign exchange student from England. She was the only person I felt is was alright to be myself around, a girl I've only known since the start of second semester.
"I'm not stalking her..."
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To be continued at a later date, homework time now
Story about two misfortunate teenagers
I need a name for this...
PART 2 INTRO
You never ask for thing like this to happen to you. I don't even remember when it happened to me, but as I was reading the obituary portion of the morning paper I could barely recall my 10th birthday when my uncle sat me down and told me what happened to my parents. He told me how my mother was actually dead hours before I was born, he told me how my father was even dead before that and my uncle never got to actually meet him, he told me how I was declared dead when my mother crashed her little '79 station wagon into an 18 wheeler. He also told me how the doctors felt me kick inside of my mother and performed and emergency C-Section when I wasn't even due for two more months. I didn't cry when he told me, I didn't know what to feel. Throughout my life, I've seen how attached a child is to their parents, but the only relationship I had similar to a parent and their child was my relationship with my single uncle, who was only 23 when he took me in.
When people tell me how sorry they felt for me, I really didn't know how to reply. If I told them I didn't really care, which was the truth, they would think I was some mentally disturbed child leaning on psychotic so I just nodded at them and let them console me in whatever way they felt they had to to make me feel "better". But then again, I never asked for this to happen to me, but Rachel wanted something like this, and at the time... I thought she was joking... now...
I knew better.
Story about two misfortunate teenagers
Still no better title... PART ONE Never before had I actually thought this day would come, two weeks after I spotted Rachel running through the woods behind my house, but then... there... it happened....Story about two misfortunate teenagers
So far, that's the best I can do for a title.
By Alex You're kidding right?
PROLOGUE
It was a cold, and wet, April morning when I first noticed her. I only saw her a view times before in school, she was very quiet person and I don't recall if she ever spoke to anyone, but I never could even grasp what was going on in her head. When I saw her this time, she was running, no, flying. Her feet barely touching the ground as she ran... faster than anyone who was running for the hell of it. Once I took a closer look at her I could tell she was crying, but her face was cold, showing no emotion as her cheeks shone with the wetness of her tears. Later I would come to find that her name was Rachel Andlewood, and, I swear, that name will forever haunt me.
