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 Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:22 pm
This story is all about the real life of a girl named Rian. She grew up and lived her life almost just like every one else. She had several upsetting times where she lost every thing, and every one she ever loved, she had feelings about life, what was it really worth, what was the point of it. She had issues with school, grades, friends, teachers, She had Issues with home, family, pets, life.
[&.&. Please note;; Mild violence]
C H A P T 3 R . o n e .
Common face it…
Every one has had one of those moments, one of those horrible times… an experience unlike any other, an experience of great disappointment, and greater self awareness. Every one, be it a young person, or an old one, has had a moment in their life where they have been so sad that they ball their eyes out with tears; they couldn’t help some one they loved, they couldn’t do something that was asked of them, or they weren’t able to fulfill a simple task in their life. Now, imagine some one you love or something that you’re very attached to. Take a moment and think about something you couldn’t live without and something you worry about when you’re away at school or work. Whether it be your best friend, a child or even a pet, every one has something they care for enough. Now imagine the worst… imagine it disappeared and you had no clue where to look… and now it’s time to venture deep within the life of a girl who’s had that experience…
Let the nightmare begin…
“Come down here hun, your breakfast is burning!”
“Coming mom, I just have to fix my English report real quick.” I said as I reached down to pick up the cute little tortoiseshell cat who was rubbing against my tall chair.
“And how are you Dusty?” I asked as she gave a light ‘Mew’ in response. I scrunched up my nose and gave her a pat on the head before letting her drop to the floor.
“Rian! Your breakfast can’t stay on the stove any longer! I’m taking it off and letting it get cold!” I couldn’t stand it when my mom made me do such trivial things such as eating breakfast on a Monday morning. I let a soft frown escape from my lips.
The cat had since then made her way to the white door, her black and orange stripes moving back and forth in front of the white, painted gray, door. I stood up and quickly turned the copper knob and pulled the door back.
“There you go.” I said giving a wink. She walked over, rubbed against my leg and then shot out into the hall way and down the stairs.
“Such a strange cat.” I said to myself. One of the only cats I'd ever had, and I had, had several, that didn't like to be alone, but prefered human company even though she was found a stray. I’d had the darling since she was two, and I was only three when I got her, we’d grown up together and I’d never imagined life without her.
My eyes turned as I looked towards the small, crowded, oak desk. The copper trimmed, black lamp sat on the very edge threatening to tip over the edge and fall onto the brown carpet three feet below. I watched it as it teetered back and forth. My eyes turned to the papers that littered the tops and then to the square clock on the table. 6:45 AM.
“Crap!” I mumbled under my breath.
“Johnny! You can have my breakfast, tell mom I said so!” I shouted as I opened up my tall window above the desk. I shoved all the loose papers into my messenger bag and slipped out of the window. In my rush I failed to close the window and continued to slide down the black roof until I hit the gutters. There was a small fire escape latter, black and brown, rusted over with the years of ageing that I then jumped down.
“Come on Rian!” Coaxed the bus driver, the bus drifted forward, its flapping doors still open.
“You’re almost five minutes late.” He shouted. Cars lined up behind him beeping their horns.
I slid out from behind a tree and jumped up onto the stairs, holding onto the bar before the seats. I nodded to him my breath heavy and heaving.
“Thanks Mr. D, I owe you one.” I said walking back to the third seat on the left. As I looked at my seat I noticed that there was a short, little, red headed girl already seated there.
Letting out a grunt I tapped my foot on the slick, black, rubber grooves that lined the aisle way.
“Excuse me?” I grunted. The other girl looked up. She had amber eyes, pale skin and freckles lining the bridge of her nose and across her pale cheeks, much like my own face.
“Y-Yes?” She asked. She was so innocent looking, I figured she must have been a middle schooler, we had a lot of them riding our bus because the middle school bus driver was always either hours early or hours late, besides our bus and their bus took the same routs and went to schools that were about a five minute walk away from each other.
I let out a sigh.
“Scoot over.” I said as I prodded her with my books. She eagerly obliged and smashed herself against the cool metallic sides, as if she were afraid to sit to close to me.
“Why do you want to sit here, When all the other seats are open?” She asked me in a faint voice.
“Because this is my seat.” I responded as I leaned forward and dug into my bag. I looked up at her with a curious face, her books were stacked neatly and the inside of her bag was organized. I looked into my own bag at all the loose papers and the lack of binder, folder, or any other form of organization. After a few minutes of digging around I found my watch and slid it onto my wrist.
“You’re new here aren’t you?” I asked in a knowing tone of voice.
“That easy to tell?” She asked me.
“Yeah, well, first un-tuck your shirt, make your shirt shorter, heck get rid of the skirt I have another pair of pants… and get rid of the binders.” I said.
“Hey, what’s your name?” I asked lifting my head and sitting up. I crossed my legs loosely and leaned back against the back of the seat.
“Oh..” She said quickly, she un-tucked her shirt and reached into my bag, a large pair of balloon pants fitted so loosely around her waist and the skirt floated around it.
“Conner!” She said.
“Nice to meet you!” Her face was bright, her pale cheeks had a tint of rosy pink in them.
“Nice to meet some one else with a guy name, I’m Rian.” I said. As she put out her hand to shake I simply nodded to her and kept my arms propped up against the back of the seat.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 7:00 am
C H A P T 3 R . t w o
That day was a day like no other. That was the day when I’d met my best friend Conner. Conner was really sweet and didn’t belong in the same neighborhood as me; she was just so fragile and kind. Her frail frame and body made me think that at first she was a middle-schooler, but as I learned more about her on the bus I realized her vocabulary would only be that of a high school student. She was small, this was true, but she had more brain then Einstein and all his theories put together. I couldn’t believe that I ended up being her friend, out of all the people me, the one who was normally getting in trouble and beating up girls like her. For, you see, I was the bully, the bully of the Catholic school. There were actually three others, another boy, he was the senior and junior bully, his brother, the freshmen and Sophomore bully, and then this other girl that I never really knew… she actually was good in class unlike me, but was a senior and I soon knew I’d be taking her place as over all female bully. Either way, I made high school a living hell for girls like Conner, but I made sure she was safe… I’d never let any thing happen to her; the guys swore they’d do something, but even they didn’t wish to mess with MY friends.
It was later that day, after we got off the bus when we figured out we had almost the same schedule for our classes, besides lunch, but hey, no one would expect a new person to the system to end up in top priority lunch class, or maybe she was in the top priority class and I was just the one the nuns hated enough to put me in with all the rejects.
“So, room 118 for you too? I have the same class.” I mentioned as I looked over at her neatly folded paper. It was pristine as if it had been compressed and just released today.
“How can you tell what class you’re in?” She asked raising an eye brow.
“I can’t even see with all the crumples in the paper.”
I gave a shrug as I too had noticed them, I’d not touched the paper since I got it earlier that morning, but I did have it thrown into my bag which was obviously filled with more then one messed up papers, and on the first day too!
“I don’t know, I had a feeling I had Sister Gary… I’m surprised you ended up with her, she’s more like a military leader then a nun.” I mentioned rolling my eyes. I heard the first bell ring and noticed that Conner had started to walk a little faster.
“Don’t worry!” I said giving a slight wink. “We’ll get to class.” I said nodding.
“Really?” She asked. She noticed that the halls were very crowded and the class room was up stairs and we were still down.
Suddenly the warning bell rang. “Yeah we’ll get to class.” I said, my eye brows slightly raising.
‘Get to class you rejects!’ called a voice over the intercom.
“Who was that? Are you sure we’ll get there on ti-“ I knew she was about to say time, but her voice was cut off by the sound of the late bell. Her eyes widened and her lips molded into a sure fire frown.
“That was our teacher, Sister Gary.” I said as I was quickly bombarded with her questions.
“And no, I was positive we wouldn’t be there on time.” I said nodding to her.
“No one’s ever on time when they get to class… Sister Gary always closes the door to the class room at the late bell, but I know a better way in…” I said as we rounded the corner.
A person here a person there, there were people every where, that’s when I noticed the face on Conner.
“Hey, It’s only home room we’re missing, it’s not like you actually want to pray right?” I asked as my bag thumped against my hip swaying from side to side. She looked at it and then turned to her own that was tightly secured to her side the way many messenger bags would be.
“But that’s no way to make an impression on your first day.” She said as she ran her fingers through her wavy red hair. She then put it up into a quick little Pony tail letting three slices of bang fall down to her nose.
“Don’t worry, Sister Gary wasn’t going to let you give a good impression, you could act better then every single kid in that class and just be considered a brown noser, it isn’t worth it, she hates us all, but as long as you don’t talk in class, you won’t get the chalk.” I said.
“What’s the cha-“
“Get your rumps in here now!” Called a strong voice. It was Sister Gary. As I walked by her my head was turned to the opposite side and I slunk into class, Conner on the other hand gave a sweet little Nice to meet you, curtsied and walked to her seat.
Giving a roll to my eye I heard Sister Gary call from behind me.
“Rian. I only hope you aren’t late again.” She said with a grin on her face, the slight, fat, wrinkles under her eyes bagged over with lack of sleep.
“Whatever.” I said waving her off with my hand.
Class went by slowly on the first day as it normally did, people would talk back and forth about last year, how they liked that they’d ended up in pretty much the same classes, and how much they hated Sister Gary already. I was a freshmen, but I had been in Sister Gary’s class in eighth grade, you see, as you moved up in grade your teachers, administrators, and peers moved along with you. The unlucky souls of the sophomores that had been placed in her class were a direct result of poor scheduling among the office staff. They were left over students who were randomly placed inside of our class because ours was slightly smaller then the rest. Personally I was thankful, I liked having larger classes, it was easier to mess with Sister Gary, I mean, if we all coughed at 7:45 then she couldn’t put all thirty three of us in detention now could she? No.
I waved to Conner before settling back into my chair, this day would go by quite boringly.
First Sister Gary, Home room, room 118.
Second Sister Leu, English room 8.
Third Sister Litard (as we liked to often call her retard), Band/Musical achievement, M-3.
Fourth Father Carrel, Lunch, Cafeteria 7.
I couldn’t stand how I ended up in cafeteria seven again… it was annoying that was the place where they put all the stupid students… Conner cot Cafeteria 1, I couldn’t help but notice she got the front seats in the classes too, or the fact that every one seemed to like her, she was becoming miss popularity on the first day, simply by copying my personality… How much difference does a past reputation really make? A whole lot!
Fifth Sister Caeliyn, Science, room 555.
Sixth, Father Marc, Engineering, room 2.
Seventh, Sister V, Gym, Gymnasium.
Eighth Sister Gary (again what a horrible schedule for me) Art, M-1.
Ninth and Tenth this year were smashed together, Bus room and Government, both of which I hated, taught by a really cute teacher named Father Tae, room 1 (I was happy about that, I finally had the closest dash to the busses when the bell rang!)
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 12:27 pm
Very good, however one question. You say that Rian is a bully. Basically the one all us nerds want to fear. Yet, you conner following her personality gians popularity becuase someone with a similar personality has a reputation(Rian). Does this mean thatbullies are popular?
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 6:32 pm
Bullies are feared, but by acting like Rian and being "Cool" She's gained popularity, Rian is a bully but bullies act "Cool" =3 hope that helps, our school is the opposite of a prep school so it would be much different =]
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 11:30 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 6:56 pm
I like the story so far, and your style and word choice are very good. but I have noticed a few mistakes, so if you do not mind I will P.M. them to you?
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Shirtless Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 6:16 pm
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