Lyss118
Third Year
*~Not eVerYthiNg is aS it seEms~*
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May 10, 2005 16:54:57 GMT -5
Post by Lyss118 on May 10, 2005 16:54:57 GMT -5
Hello,all! This story,in short, isn't really pre-written. And I really didn'y have a solid plot in the beginning, so if you have any suggestions they would be very usefull!! I shall warn you henceforth, there is a small bit profanity, and if cursing offends you easily, don't read, but i promise they wont be too much of that. Well, read, and tell me what you think!! Any suggestions would taken into consideration and are greatly appreciated!! It was a crisp fall day, and she listened to children playing in fields and playgrounds. There was a chilly breeze, but she didn’t feel it. She felt as if she herself were an unwelcome frigid breeze; everyone shielding themselves from the frigid breeze wherever it went. As she continued walking down the street, she looked at no one, imagining that if she did, they would and pull their collar up around their faces, shiver and quicken their pace. So she continued walking, a little faster now down the street, despising the bright orange and vibrant reds, and crisp yellows of the leaves falling all around her, and suddenly she walked into someone. She let out a startled “Ohh!”<br> “Shit,” cursed the person, she saw he had been carrying books against his black jacket as they fell. She bent down to pick them up, noticing a pack of cigarettes among the schoolbooks. She looked up and saw a boy, about her age with short black hair, a long section ran down the middle, which probably when gelled, sported a bright green mohawk. Before she could help him pick up his book, scowling, he muttered sorry, and had already picked up his books and was on his way down the street again. “Nice lip ring,” she muttered partially to herself. Her eyes seemed to have been glued to the spot where he disappeared around a corner from sight, leaves falling all along the sidewalk. “HEEEYYYYYY!!!!! LYDIA!!! HEY!”<br> She spun around quickly and sharply, startled, and looked around to find the location of the person calling her name. A blur of long brown hair caught her eye, coming from the soccer field across the street. She recognized the girl. She was the daughter of her aunt’s neighbor. The neighbor had come to scrutinize the new girl. Well, Aunt Eleanor said she only wanted to get to know her, but when Lydia had said she was tired and went upstairs to bed, she caught the beginning of a sentence which she doubted ended nicely. That’s the problem with adults and old people, they think your stupid and clueless, when you're not, though Lydia. But Lydia told herself to stop thinking that way. She’d only make herself angry by thinking that way. Anyway, she had seen the girl when they had first arrived, but she had never come in, to go off to some school thing or other, probably cheerleading. When the girl had reached her, she was slightly out of breath, but nevertheless smiling and bright looking. There seemed to be some intangible light coming off of her. This annoyed Lydia, and she knew her patience was going to come short with this girl. Lydia glanced at what the girl was wearing: casual jeans with an expensive designer brand, and a nice pink blouse of the latest trend. Lydia crossed her arms, hoping the girl noticed her impatience. She looked at her own attire self-consciously; she was wearing a black punk tee with a band no one’s heard of scrawled on the front in purple fuzz. Her super baggy black pants were ripped and almost covered her pink and black sneakers. She pulled her long sweater tighter around her and mumbled nonchalantly, “Um.. hello..”<br>“Hi, remember me? I’m Jennifer, the girl tha-”<br>“Yeah, I remember you,” Lydia just wanted the girl to shut up so she could get home, or wherever she decided to go. Anywhere else is better, than here with this black hole of preppy stupidity. “ Yeah, well I thought you might like to meet my friends, who are on the cheerleading team,” and the girl turned to go call her friends over. “Uhh, no thanks, I to be somewhere,” and Lydia walked away briskly to get away from her as fast as possible, before she screamed. She left the girl standing there, looking slightly confused.
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May 10, 2005 17:12:26 GMT -5
Post by *~PoOkIe~* on May 10, 2005 17:12:26 GMT -5
i feel like i've read this before but it is still good
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Lyss118
Third Year
*~Not eVerYthiNg is aS it seEms~*
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May 10, 2005 18:10:33 GMT -5
Post by Lyss118 on May 10, 2005 18:10:33 GMT -5
funny, Kc ...anyways heres more... Lydia finally felt relaxed in the dark corner of a smoky restaurant. It was only a few blocks from her house, and was pretty dark, the walls’ monotonous black paint chipping in some places. She looked around in ease and caught the eye of a boy smoking. He seemed about 15, from as much as Lydia could tell from her dark corner seat. She instinctively pouted, giving him a sour look, but as soon as she had realized it, she turned away, feeling her face grow warm. The boy looked as if he were holding in a laugh, and almost choked on the smoke from his cigarette. Lydia was immediately filled with anguish and hatred, and stormed out of the restaurant. “Who does he think he is?” Lydia mumbled as she quickly stomped away into the night. As she turned the corner, she glimpsed the outline of someone walking almost beside her. She stopped short, and turned sharply, to find herself three inches away from the face of the same boy,looking very surprised as he didn’t expect her to turn around so suddenly, he said very shakily, “ Hi, um I think I’m Bill”, he attempted to take his hand out of his pocket to offer her, but one of the jagged chains on his baggy dark jeans caught the sleeve of his dark oversized sweater, and ripped it slightly. So he changed his mind and shoved his hand further into his pocket. “I didn’t really mean to…” She glared at him, and he fell silent and looked over at the ground to his left, and as he did, her attention was pulled toward his hair. As soon as she did, she started to turn away, not wanting him to recognize her. Lydia was pretty sure he had recognized her already. “Wait!” She paused. “Are you gonna be there again? I mean at the…” She started walking again, feeling a very strange, wrenching twisting of her stomach as she went. “ WELL I’ll be there tomorrow after SCHOOL I GUESS I’LL SEE YOU THEN”, Billie Joe yelled the last of his sentence. He felt like he had blown his only chance at getting to know the new girl. But she wasn’t ONLY the new girl. Well, it was good he could tell her his story before anyone else would, he thought, but no that wasn’t the reason. She kept catching his eye. She was everywhere. Even in his mind, when she shouldn’t be. He couldn’t stop staring in English class, and not to mention Math too. He only had gotten 2 questions done out of 20. He bumped into her after, while walking home, and had practically pissed his pants. He had hurried off because he was scared, he thought, no reason to lie to himself. No, he wasn’t scared, just… well there was no use arguing with himself. No girl ever made him feel this way before. Sure he had had girlfriends whom he liked, but most were just listening to the same music, and hanging out with him just because they couldn’t get the popular jocks to date. After they break up, they go back to preppy cheerleader mode, ignoring at him and his friends when they passed their lunch table. They’re all the same he tried to tell himself. But a little voice inside him just wouldn’t stop saying “no, she’s different, you’ll see.”
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Lyss118
Third Year
*~Not eVerYthiNg is aS it seEms~*
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May 22, 2005 13:06:50 GMT -5
Post by Lyss118 on May 22, 2005 13:06:50 GMT -5
Ok, I guess nobody has anything to say Over the next few weeks, Lydia found herself being dragged along by a group of girls, as she thought it best she appear to have friends. Mostly, they had introduced themselves to her, and suggested she hang with them during school. She had forgotten about the boy. What was his name again? So, she found herself following them to lunch everyday, sitting at their table, eating their food, yet never really connecting with them. This was fine with her, they never noticed, and she always had a place to sit instead of hunting for an abandoned corner. But it seemed so fake, like she wasn’t there, just looking on from a distance. One afternoon, as she unwrapped her PB&J, she scanned the lunch tables as she did everyday scanning everyone judging them as Cheerleader, Jock, chess club, guitar club, jazz band, peace club, and exchange student, and many more. Though this time, she came across one person she couldn’t label. His back was to her. She moved a bit so she could get a look at his face, and the first thing that came to her mind was DIFFERENT. But as she glanced at him again her head swam with thousands of questions , thoughts, and a hint of recongnition. She recognized him. She instantly went red and looked away, trying to regain her composure. What were the rest of the girls talking about? “… can you believe that?”<br>The group replied with a chorus of laughter, so Lydia joined in, and laughed with them, oblivious to what she was laughing about. She glanced at the clock. It was almost time for her next class.
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May 22, 2005 13:18:05 GMT -5
Post by *~PoOkIe~* on May 22, 2005 13:18:05 GMT -5
you just have to tell people that is is here. sheesh. i like it
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Lyss118
Third Year
*~Not eVerYthiNg is aS it seEms~*
Posts: 104
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May 22, 2005 17:28:21 GMT -5
Post by Lyss118 on May 22, 2005 17:28:21 GMT -5
:-/Tell WHO? How? Should I get a bAnnEr like you did?! Put it on EvErY away message I have?! lol, I don't want to force anyone to read it!
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May 22, 2005 17:35:01 GMT -5
Post by *~PoOkIe~* on May 22, 2005 17:35:01 GMT -5
get a banner, put it on every away message...do what i do. but peeps till they read it ;D
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Jeanette
Second Year
You can't spell Hermione without Ron
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May 22, 2005 18:36:55 GMT -5
Post by Jeanette on May 22, 2005 18:36:55 GMT -5
I really like it. You should keep writing. Damn we have some talented future authors on this site! Honestly! Don't change anything ! It can get confusing, like you don't know who is talking, but that's all I can complain about it. Good job ;D!
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May 22, 2005 20:13:51 GMT -5
Post by *~PoOkIe~* on May 22, 2005 20:13:51 GMT -5
...Don't change anything ! It can get confusing, like you don't know who is talking, but that's all I can complain about it. Good job ;D! Two points to Slytherin!
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Lyss118
Third Year
*~Not eVerYthiNg is aS it seEms~*
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May 24, 2005 17:21:45 GMT -5
Post by Lyss118 on May 24, 2005 17:21:45 GMT -5
Thanx, Jeanette!!! I'll try to make it clearer who's talking! Well, heres more, once again...
But she couldn’t wait to get out of there, and felt a shiver spread down her back as she hurried out of the lunchroom. She went upstairs to get her books, and just as she did, the bell rang and she was enveloped within a stream of students. She was lost in thought, and was about to cry out in surprise as she was pushed against a strangely rough patch wall. But then she realized that there was no wall. She had just slid through it. But that’s impossible, she thought, I must have gone through a door. But she knew it was unlikely she didn’t notice the door. As she got up and ignored the throbbing pain in her backside, she scrutinized the wall, finally confirming with a sigh that there was no door she had fallen through. She turned around, looking for some way to get out, and surprisingly, the rest of the room was very dark. There had been as soft glow coming from the wall she was standing against, but not enough to illuminate the rest of the room. “ Woah..” Lydia said feeling a bit overwhelmed at how dark it was. “Ok.. it’s just a little dark, you shouldn’t be afraid of the dark..” mostly to comfort herself. When Lydia recovered, she found herself on the hard, cold floor, with a slight pulsing feel her head. She tried to move her fingers, making sure they weren’t removed by some strange alien beings. Hey, it’s a stretch, but it seemed anything could be happening since she fell, or whatever, through that wall. As she tried to, she winced in pain, but strangely it only made her want to get up and find out where exactly where she was. She tried to feel around her and blink the blurriness out of her eyes. “Er, hello?” a voice called from somewhere to her left in the dark abyss. “Lydia??” it sounded familiar, but Lydia had a feeling she didn’t really want to know who it was. There was a small click, as a light was switched on, and once again, Lydia was temporarily blinded. She groaned, as she pushed against the wall behind her, trying to get up. Her hand slipped, and as she almost lost her balance, she felt two strong hands help her up. She was too weak to squirm away, and too blind to see who is was, so she left herself be carried to a chair, her head resting on the person’s shoulders. She felt the hard wood of a desk beneath her, and a firm hand on her shoulder to keep her upright. She took a deep breath, and choked on it, the air polluted with cigarette smoke. She jerked her eyes open to find herself in a dusty, classroom, and long shadows of light streaking along the rows of desks. It was attractive and yet in a way, melancholy, as such a scene might remind someone as their joyous days as a youth, carefree and jocund. You could see the dust, stirring and settling on the desks, which by the looks of them, hadn’t been used in years. The streaks of warm light were coming in from the ancient looking shade against the windows. Lydia looked up at whom it was that was holding her down, expecting to see a teacher. But whom she saw just wanted to make her close her eyes again, and she started to hopelessly squirm and struggle against the grip which was too strong to break. Lydia looked up again, and saw the face she had never wanted to see in the first place. “What the hell is your problem?” Lydia questioned forcefully. “I don’t believe I’m the one with the problem at the moment.” Said Billie Joe while squinting at Lydia thoughtfully and biting his bottom lip. “ Well…” Lydia started, distracted by his choice of words and how he was looking at her, “why don’t you let go of me?!” Billie Joe shrugged and thought of an excuse. “As long as you don’t run, scream, kick me, punch me, try to harm me, and well, to make this short, just stay there and don’t move.”<br>He waited as Lydia paused to think of any plausible objection. When none came, she dejectedly sighed yes. He let go of her, and she slid back in the seat as she rubbed her arms and shoulders were he had been holding her. “Well, er-” Lydia started, “Joe, call me Joe” Billie Joe interrupted, raising one eyebrow, slightly amused. Lydia sneered and resumed talking. “Well Joe why are you in here? Smoking by the looks of it too. You know, don’t you, what they do to smokers in this school” “Hmm.. I don’t really care” calmly stated Joe with a look of disposition on his face. “Well, you’re gonna.” Argued Lydia haughtily. “I’m going right now, to guidance!”<br>Joe raised one eyebrow as Lydia got up slowly expecting him to do something. After she was out of arms reach, she dashed to the wall she assumed she has come from. She stopped short, seeing no door, and turned to the next wall. After looking all around the room in a circle, she gave up. She slumped onto the floor and put her head on her knees. Fingering a hole in her jeans, she quietly sniffled. “I’ll be right back. Think whatever you need to over because you obviously have serious issues. But don’t even try to get out. It’s pretty much useless.” Lydia looked up, about to say something about her having ‘serious issues’ but when she looked up, she didn’t see him. But that’s impossible, she thought furiously, he never even moved. She would have heard him if he had. I should have looked up, she blamed herself. Then I would know how ho get out of here. This seemingly abandoned classroom.
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Lyss118
Third Year
*~Not eVerYthiNg is aS it seEms~*
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May 24, 2005 17:25:30 GMT -5
Post by Lyss118 on May 24, 2005 17:25:30 GMT -5
Lydia got up, once more searching every inch and centimeter of the walls for any hidden doors or way out. After double-checking and giving up, feeling thoroughly frustrated, she knocked over about five of the desks. Then she calmed down, not wanting to get out of control again. She shuddered at the memory of the last time it happened. She remembered what the lady had said. ‘Learn to control your anger’ in that tone of voice Lydia hated so. Then she went to a desk at one end of the room. It was a teacher’s desk, so it was long, and made of dark mahogany wood. She wiped most of the dust off, and laid down on her stomach, contemplating on these ‘serious issues’ Joe claimed she had, and when Joe would get back. Suddenly, her train of thought was broken, but she didn’t know why. She got up, and looked around. Seeing no one, she began to feel a bit nervous. “Joe?” she called out. Her voice was shaky, and cracked. So she shut her mouth tightly and squinted in the golden, dusky light to see if anyone was there. All she saw was the dust, swirling just as it was before. She suddenly felt a hand, on the back of her upper thigh, and breath stirred her hair on the back of her neck and head. She gasped sharply, jerking away from the direction is was from. “Who’s there?! JOE?!? You better stop fucking with me, Joe!!” Lydia put out her hands in front of her, and behind her, backing away. She was ready to fight, or so she thought. She heard a low snicker from her right, and turned quickly towards it. There was something wrong with that laugh. She realized, whoever it was, wasn’t going to give her a chance, especially when it had the advantage of being invisible. “C’mon, ya wuss!” Lydia yelled, hoping it would make her sound braver. “Why don’t you show yourself, instead of being a girl thingy!” Lydia suddenly felt a sharp jolt, and was thrust towards the closest wall. She hit it with a loud thud, and slid to the floor. There was a sharp pain in the back of her head, and felt a warm gooey substance dribble out of her nose and onto her chin. She wiped at it and stared at the deep crimson red blood on her sleeve. Feeling the agonizing stab of being hit in the head for a second time, she felt the pangs of defeat. She would have fought on, but she knew her limitations, and it was unlikely anyone could stand a chance against an invisible mosquito, nevermind this person. Well, at least she sorta hoped it was a person. Lydia pulled her knees tightly up to her chin, letting her hair fall around her face, and tightly closed her eyes. She hoped whatever or whoever would go away, sorta like playing dead. Sorry to say, Lydia did not have the most realistic of hopes. She felt her hair being gently tucked behind one of her ears, and she shrunk away from the touch. “ Wh- why are you doing this to me?” “What am I doing?” asked a male voice, with a false, syrupy sweetness in his voice. The voice was definitely not Joe’s, and for once, she hoped it had been. Lydia still could not see whoever it was, and was scared. “What’s wrong, Lydia?” he continued, the hairs on the back of Lydia’s neck rising at the sound. “What exactly is the matter, Lydia?”<br>“How do you know my name??” demanded Lydia. There was a momentary silence. “Now, now, no need to get upset! You know I love you.” He tried to convince Lydia, in a mocking tone of voice. Lydia sat there, now in a corner, her eyes darting everywhere, thinking he was on her right. She felt a warm hand begin to caress her cheek and lips, but to her it felt as cold as ice, sending chills down her spine. She tried to swallow. One of his fingers paused on her lips, tracing their outline, over and over. “This is what you do with Joe, right? You two come here every day-”<br>“ No” She managed to choke out, and repeated “No” after gaining confidence of hearing her own voice. And she turned her face away, forcing herself more into the corner. “Oh, really?” Said the male voice slyly. “See here boys? I think we’ve got ourselves a liar.” She heard a chorus of laughter, coming from the closest desks. Her head tore in that direction, still seeing no one in the golden shafts of light. A new fear washed over her. There were more of them. About 6 or 7 more guys, by the sound of it. She tried to look calm, but she could hear her own heart pounding in fright. He must have sensed her sudden increase of fear. “Oh, so little miss brave finally scared now, eh? Who’s the sissy now, sweetie?” he taunted her as he put a hand onto Lydia’s arm. Lydia felt helpless, weak against them. They outnumbered her, and she couldn’t see them. “Why are you doing this?” Lydia cried, in a voice barely above a whisper. “Oh, but why shouldn’t we? It’s just some honest fun! You know, just like what you and Joe do here everyday, skipping class, to come here and, well, lets just say, ‘do as you two please’ ’” he paused, obviously playing with her, in what Lydia thought of as a sick, sick way. Lydia remained silent. “Well, why don’t you show us all what you and Joe do here, ya slut? Huh? Give us a little show? How bout that?” There was another outbreak of vicious laughter from the desks. A sudden surge of anger seized Lydia, and she swung her fist. Flesh met flesh, and she assumed she hit his face. There was a sharp intake of breath coming from the area of the desks. “Don’t you call me a slut!” she yelled. But then halted, remembering that she was outnumbered by invisible people. She saw a couple drops of blood hit the floor, and the boy began to appear. First, she saw his hair. It was a light brown, about medium length, in a shag style haircut. He had a thin face, nothing unattractive about it. But there was something about his eyes. They were a brilliant hazel color, but there seemed to be an evil glint in them. A sort of that evil chills your soul so deeply, you shiver. His thin nose was slightly pink and had a thin line of blood streaming from it around his delicate lips. On his face he wore an expression of deep disgust. He slowly brought his hand up to his mouth, his hand shaking in absolute rage. He attempted to wipe away the crimson blood with his sleeve, but only smeared it. He wore a blue polo shirt, and baggy designer jeans. Before Lydia had time to move or even think about moving, the wind was knocked out of her from behind. As she stumbled forward, she felt numerous hands hastily shove her onto the long desk. The voices she had heard from the desk, apparently didn’t like the fact that Lydia had just tried to take out their leader. They remained invisible, partly because they feared Lydia might lash out once again, Which was mainly senseless because they were holding her arms and legs down. Suddenly, everything got very quiet. Lydia felt her heart thump even harder than it was before, which she didn’t think was possible in the first place. She realized her eyes were squeezed tight in fear, and slowly opened them to see the ceiling. Everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath, waiting. But waiting for what? Lydia noticed the grips on her arms and legs were suddenly looser, some seeming to have let go altogether. She cautiously lifted her head a fraction of an inch. When her eyes focused on the figures before her, she realized why everyone had been holding their breath, and subconsciously held her own.
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Jeanette
Second Year
You can't spell Hermione without Ron
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May 24, 2005 17:55:09 GMT -5
Post by Jeanette on May 24, 2005 17:55:09 GMT -5
I read it B4 but I didn't read all the stuff after mine and KC's response. I'm loving the story and want to read more, so hurry or I'll nag you till you do. Just like I do to KC and Jess ;D Good Job. I want to know what happened to Lydia. Hurry!!!! I'm impatient ;D
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Lyss118
Third Year
*~Not eVerYthiNg is aS it seEms~*
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May 24, 2005 18:54:12 GMT -5
Post by Lyss118 on May 24, 2005 18:54:12 GMT -5
:DThanx soo much! I'm suc a people-pleaser, so I'll put more.. now! lol (I wanted to get the sites I posted the story on the same page anyway...)
There, in the middle of the room, was Joe. He seemed different. He was different. There was an aura of hate, anguish and rage surrounding him. It was almost tangible. Lydia could almost see the dark wisps and flames licking the air around him. It seemed to burn the air furiously as Joe stood there shaking, barely able to control himself and his anger. He could have blown up the entire school three times over with all the energy and hate that was pounding through his veins. His eyes were narrowed maliciously, head tilted downward slightly in challenge, his eyes were focused on the boy before him. “ I see you’ve returned for your girl here,” said the boy. He attempted to sneer, but stopped when he felt it through his bleeding nose. Lydia felt a slight tingle of satisfaction knowing she had caused him pain. “ Benson, get out now.” Joe could hardly get out the words and he was trembling from anger. Benson opened his mouth to say something, but after looking once more at Joe, he decided against it. Joe wasn’t going to wait any longer. “ You’ve got 10 seconds. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five.”<br>Benson held up a hand, motioning for Joe to stop counting. “Don’t think you can’t come back.” And with that, Benson snapped his fingers motioning for his friends, even some who where still invisible, to follow him through a wall, leaving. Joe didn’t move for a second, and then relaxed, his anger slowly ebbing away, and he relaxed. “You alright?”<br>Lydia wasn’t expecting him to say anything, so it took her a minute to realize what he had said. “Yeah.” Lydia replied after a moment. She thought some more. Then, she spoke again, not wanting him to see any weakness, she wasn’t going to let down her guard. “You know, I would have been alright if you hadn’t came. I was freaked out at first because he was invisible.” Darn, she thought, why did I have to say that?! Now he'll think I'm some weakling, a poser. Joe raised a thin eyebrow at this. Lydia struggled to cover up the slip. “Well, its such an advantage, but he still ended up visible. I hope you don’t think I trust you now, just because you attempted to ‘save’ me. For all I know,” she stated accusingly, “you could have set this up!” Joe lowered his eyebrow and sighed. This definitely isn’t going to get any easier, he thought. Though he did think she would be a little less hostile toward him now that they had a common enemy. Lydia heard the sigh and it made her furious. Did he think she wouldn’t understand?! That she was inferior just because he could walk through walls and whatever else?! She also happened to notice his mohawk was gone. All his hair was even. “I bet that Benson ass was your friend! You thought you could scare me into trusting you, while you and your friends had a nice little time fucking with my head, did you? Well, you’ve got it wrong, very wrong. You better find some other bitch to mess with, cuz it ain’t gonna be me!”<br>This would have been the perfect place to walk out, but recalling there was to actual door she could go through, she remained where she was. She realized she had been pointing her finger at him while yelling, and quickly lowered it. Joe was surprised. That girl made up any excuse to hate people, didn’t she? That was one of the most hurtful things he had been accused of, and he had been accused of almost everything. “No,” started Joe. “No to every single thing you said, except for one. Benson was my friend, until I realized what a greedy ass he really was. But it was a long time ago. He used me until I realized I didn’t have to do what he wanted. So I said no, and he couldn’t take it. So instead he tries to make my life miserable, and take away everything I have, love and want.” “So what is it about me? Do you have me, love me or want me?” Lydia spat, accusing him once more. Niether of them were exactly sure what she was accusing him of. They weren't sure they wanted to, either. Joe didn’t have an answer this time. He might have answered yes to all three, if he could. Lydia didn’t wait for his answer. “Well I for one, am tired of playing your stupid GAMES!” And with that, she chucked a thick, dusty book against the wall. As the book zoomed toward the wall, Joe slowly raised his hand, palm up, and the book slowed. It turned sharply, and landed with a slight thud on the floor in front of him. Joe sat down cross-legged and began to slowly,somberly turn the pages of the large book, thinking of what a mess his life had become ever since... well he couldn't really think of an exact day, just that it had gotten worse and worse. Lydia felt a pang of guilt. She really didn’t have any proof or reason to think Joe was out to get her. She cursed herself for trying to be so unreachable. She couldn’t help but be protective and introvert about her feelings. She didn’t want to be hurt again.Who would? She closed her open, gaping mouth and asked, her vioce cracking, "How did you do that?" Once again that evening, Joe sighed.
Oh! now I really have to write more! Before I had most of it saved,sitting in my cp. Good thing School is almost out 4 summer, then I'll have more time to write!
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May 24, 2005 19:05:54 GMT -5
Post by *~PoOkIe~* on May 24, 2005 19:05:54 GMT -5
i know...me either...oh i can't wait
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Jeanette
Second Year
You can't spell Hermione without Ron
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May 24, 2005 19:11:43 GMT -5
Post by Jeanette on May 24, 2005 19:11:43 GMT -5
you better. ;D Stop teasing me with your story. It starts to get really interesting, and then I see your name, reminding me that there's no more of the story. It makes me want to cry . Keep writing B4 your mind goes blank and you stop writing the story. Do you have this story on another site?
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