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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:26 am
~Cold Blooded~ ((This Is My Story For The Writing Contest))
((I Will Write It In Parts))
((Please Do Not Leave Remarks/Comments Unless I Am In Between Parts))
((I Will Start A Part, Finish Said Part, And Then Give Everyone 3 Days To Leave Their Remarks. I Will Then Start On The Next Part))
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 11:01 am
....Part One....
One period left. One period left. Cynthia stared at the clock longingly. The time was 1:46. In less than an hour they would be free from the chains of school, at least, for a few glorious months of summer. She always loved this time of year. The birds were singing, the sun was shining and the world was full of life....green, precious life. The final on her desk ate away at Cynthia. She didn't want to take this exam. All she wanted to do was get out of here. Then again, that wasn't so uncommon for students, was it? The seniors had been off since yesterday. Oh how she envied them. She still had two more years, and they were done. Sometimes life just wasn't fair at all, was it?
The final was still sitting there. She had bubbled in a few answers, but she wasn't even a quarter of the way done. All she could do was glance outside and then stare at the clock. Why did time have to take....well, its time?! Boring. Boring final exam. Boring class. Boring school. She wanted to get out of here and start her vacation. She had already planned her weeks out. Swimming and tanning at the beach, playing tennis with her friends, sleeping in....all of those glorious summer things. The young woman was starting to despise this test, as if it were the only thing standing in her way. As if 'twas responsible for keeping her here this long. As if 'twas responsible for slowing down the time. 'Twas now 1:54. What?! Only 1:54?! Why did time have to move so slowly?!
She stared at her test. In what year did the Battle of Gettysburg take place? What kind of question was that? Cynthia had slept during that chapter. In fact, she had slept through many chapters, but that was not the point. What was it? 1862? 1863? She knew it wasn't 1947. Only an idiot would select that one. Maybe 'twas 1830. Yes, that sounded good. The Civil War was a long time ago, wasn't it? Of course that was the answer! It had to be! She bubbled in D as her answer and moved on to the next question.
Eventually she made her way to the last question. 'Twas an essay question, a free response. 2:27. Eight minutes left. She read the question. What effects did the Industrial Revolution have on the United States? She blinked. What was the Industrial Revolution?! Who cared what effects it had on the United States?! She wanted to crumble this test up and throw it in the garbage. Her eyes shifted to the clock. 2:30. Five minutes left. Yes! She decided to stop. This last question wasn't important. She could pass without answering it. What a surprise it would be indeed when her mother grounded her because her C- in American History had turned into a big fat F.
The last five minutes were torturous. In the last two minutes the teacher collected the finals and told everyone to have a good, safe summer. She wasn't really listening to him. The bell rang. Everyone was up. The halls of Oakwood High quickly became filled with the sounds of excited students rushing to their lockers and out the door. Summer vacation had finally come, and 'twas about time too. Cynthia hurried down the stairs. The sun was bright and shining. Oh what a beautiful, wonderful sun. So golden. The gold of freedom. The yellowed buses with their white tops were waiting for their passengers to file in. Everyone was happy. Or....so it seemed....
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 3:06 pm
Can I Comment Now? I Hope So. I Just Really Have To Say You Have A Fine Way With Words, They All Fit Together So Nicely And Really Compliment Each Other, This Must Be One Of Your Many Talents. I Love The First Part, Can't Wait For The Rest :]
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 7:07 pm
((Your early compliments are welcomed and liked. Thank you. I will signify the end of every part at the end of the last paragraph of said part.))
Gabby stared at her mother's car as it pulled up. She wanted to scowl, but she just couldn't. Once her mother stopped in front of her she opened up the door and slipped into the passenger seat. She closed the door.
Silence.
"How was your last day hunny?"
No response.
"Not good I take it?"
"We had our final in Physics today." the young girl muttered.
"Oh really? How did you do? I know you've been studying for it this entire week."
"Horrible."
"Aww, I'm sorry to hear that."
"When I came to the part of the test about circuits, my brain just went blank. I knew all about circuits too. I'm kicking myself...I don't know what happened."
"Well...."
"Then again, I'm sure it's because all I can think about is how somebody totalled my damn car."
"Yes, I know how upset you are about that."
"Who the Hell wrecks into a car that's sitting in one spot? How?!"
"Hunny I don't know. People do stupid things. You have to remember that."
"This week is just a whole bunch of bullshit mom."
"I know you're upset, and I've been lenient about your language, but you're really overdoing it."
"Well damn mom, I get fired from my job, my car gets wrecked and it isn't even my fault, Max's arthritis is getting worse and I probably failed every final in every class!"
Max had been the family dog for a good 14 years. Gabby had known him pretty much her whole life, and to see him in the pain he was going through upset her.
"You're smart hunny. I'm sure you did just fine on the finals."
The woman massaged her daughter's knee.
"Yeah right...."
"Well, look at it this way. You get A's and B's, the worst those finals will do is bring them down to C's. So you'll still pass with decent grades hun."
"I think I'm gonna go to my room and sleep until I die."
"Now you're getting rediculous. I've been very sympathetic with you through all of this, but it seems like all you're doing is shooting down all the positive things I tell you and filling yourself with negativity. Stop doing it."
Gabby stared out the window. Passing cars. The city buildings. People walking down the street. Everything seemed so pointless to her right now.
"Maybe Miss Jenkins will you hire you up as a babysitter until you can get back on your feet?"
"I haven't seen those children for a year...."
"So? Would they not be excited to see you? Last I knew you got along great with them."
"But...."
"Why don't you call her as soon as we're home?"
"Fine...."
Gabby bit her lip and continued staring out the window. How would the kids react to seeing her again? Deep down, she was anxious to see them herself. It had been a while.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 6:39 am
I Feel Like If I Don't Comment You Won't Write, And I'm Interested To Hear The Rest. One Of My Dogs Name Is Max As Well, And He Does Have Hip And Back Leg Problems, Like Arthritis, That's Really Weird. Continue Please, I Love It So Far.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 10:04 am
((Alright. Change of plans. If you want to leave comments while I'm writing, I don't mind anymore. Reason? I am mostly writing this story when I have the chance, so it may take days before I write another post. I'm glad you love it though heart 3nodding ))
Cynthia was riding with her boyfriend in his new Mustang; his family had money.
"So babe, what do you wanna do this summer?"
"Beaches and tanning."
"Haha, I figured. But really, I'm talking about us."
"What do you mean?"
They stopped at a red light. Thomas turned and looked her in the eyes, "Like, what do you wanna do together, y'know?"
She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. Green light. Honking a moment later.
"s**t!"
And Thomas pressed on the gas.
"Damnit! Sorry sweetheart."
"It's not your fault that we have a p***k behind us."
"Haha, amen to that...."
An awkward silence fell between them, and remained there all the way until they finally came to Cynthia's house. Once they were there Thomas turned off the car. They stared at one another, as if searching for something hidden in their thoughts revealed only in their eyes.
"So....you wanna?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, her cheeks turning a little red as she started to look away.
Thomas took her chin with his fingers and turned her head to face his, "You know what I mean...."
"Thomas...."
"Yes....Cynthia?"
"I...."
"Yes?"
She looked at him again and smiled, "My parents won't be home 'till later tonight..."
The young woman paused, her smile turning into a devilish smirk, "I'd love to."
A grin stretched across Thomas' face, and he kissed Cynthia sweetly on the lips, "C'mon then babe."
And he was getting out. Cynthia was also getting ready to get out when she noticed somebody staring at her. She glanced at Thomas and then back at the man. He was still staring at her. Weird. She could feel the chills rippling across her spine. Goosebumps.
"Hey babe, watcha lookin' at?"
The man was walking away now, but Cynthia continued to watch him.
"Babe?"
"Oh...." she said shaking her head, her thoughts disturbed by her boyfriend's voice, "nothing...."
She got out of the car. Thomas moved towards her as if to embrace her, and then swept her off of her feet, whirling her into his arms. They laughed and kissed each other, and the two lovers headed into Cynthia's house.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 5:00 pm
She stepped into her house and looked around. Max had been laying on the floor when the mother and daughter entered. Immediately he rose and hurried, as quickly as he could, over to Gabby. He rose onto his hind legs, but only for a moment. Yelping, he collapsed.
"Max!"
She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. It really hurt her to hear Max's cries of pain....and there was nothing she could really do for him.
"Mom why can't we get him some damn medicine?!"
Carefully, the young woman picked her loving dog up, "He's in pain and I hate it!"
She stroked the bulldog's head with two of her fingers.
"You know we can't afford it. If you're so upset about it and you think he's suffering so badly then maybe we should just put him to sleep."
Gabby turned and stared at her mother in horror, "How can you be so terrible?!"
"Well if you ask me it would be much more decent than you keeping him alive for your own selfish reasons."
"I'm not selfish! I'm looking out for Max! You're the one who's too damn-..."
"Enough! Up to your room, now!"
"Fine! I'm taking Max!"
And she threw her bookbag off to the side and stormed into the dining room and up the stairs.
"Consider yourself grounded for a month!"
....Gabby slammed the door behind her....
She placed Max on her bed and gave him a silent stare, tears of frustration and hurt trickling down her cheeks.
"Life just isn't ******** fair Max! It's not fair! Jesus ******** Christ! Why do I have to put up with so much bullshit?! I can't stand it! I tell you Max if it wasn't for you I'd be out this door!"
Crossing her arms she threw herself backwards onto to the bed. Max crawled over to her and placed his head gently on her thigh. His eyes shifted upwards to look into hers. Sighing, Gabby closed her eyes and scratched her dog's head tenderly, "It's not even your fault Max....I shouldn't be yelling at you...."
She opened her eyes and looked down at him, smiling softly and laughing to herself, "You're such a good boy....you don't deserve this. I just wish the diet was working better for you...."
They had taken him to a therapy session, but that was rediculously pricey and Gabby didn't have the money. She had asked for her mom's help with it but the woman had declined; there were just too many bills and other costs to deal with.
Gabby's smile turned into a scowl as she thought about her mother.
"It's her fault Max....her fault that she's doing this to you...."
She looked down at the dog and smiled at him, "But I have an idea...."
((For those of you who may ever have a dog in Max's situation: Dog Health))
((This signifies the end of Part One))
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 5:43 pm
....Part Two....
Night had come. A soft breeze rustled through the trees. Thomas had just left, and Cynthia watched his car turn the corner and vanish from sight. A chill ran down her spine, and she pulled her blanket up a little more, shivering.
"Stupid wind...."
Suddenly she could feel it....eyes....somebody watching her. She stared out into the darkness for a moment, the porch light casting her shadow upon the ground.
"Hello?" she called out nervously towards the thick black of night. No answer.
....A rustling in the bushes....
Cynthia jumped as a rabbit leapt forward and darted away. She could feel her heart throbbing.
"Dumb rabbit....scared the Hell out of me...."
And the teen turned and headed inside to get dressed. Her parents came home shortly after. They found her asleep on the couch, the air conditioner roaring and the television blaring. Cynthia's father had to get up early in the morning and went straight to bed. Her mother stayed up for a while, turning off the television so that she could read. Eventually the woman grew tired, locked the doors and went to bed.
A few hours passed before Cynthia woke, soaked in her sweat and breathing heavily. What a horrible nightmare. And the darkness of the house, accompanied by the thunderous growls of the air conditioner, made her feel even worse. Eyes wide and heart pounding as it had earlier she quickly climbed to her feet and turned on a light.
Nothing there. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the television for some comfort. Though she was staring directly at the screen, her mind was far from being focused on what was playing. No.
The thoughts of the man from earlier that day danced around in her mind, playing on her nightmare and fueling the fear that was growing more and more inside of her like wood would a fire.
There was no way she was going back to sleep, not now, and she wondered whether to tell her parents or not.
"No...." she said shaking her head, blonde curls swishing through the air gently, "I can't tell them...."
What would they say? They'd probably call her paranoid, telling her that she was throwing a big fit over nothing. Who knows, maybe she was. Right now though that dream felt so real....too real.
....Too real....
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 10:29 am
The sun was just peeking over the horizon, streaming gentle beams of life and light through Gabby's window upon her closed eyes. She turned, and continued sleeping.
That was....until her mom came and woke her up.
"Gabby! Gabby wake up hunny!"
She opened her eyes sleepily. Max was sleeping at her feet; she could feel his fur.
"What is it....mom?"
"Your cousin Jacob was killed in a car crash! Get up, we're going to see Briana and Mathilde!"
Honestly, the young woman didn't want to get up. Sure, she cared a bit for her cousin and felt a little solemn, but this was crazy. Gabby turned to her clock. 5:30 a.m. See, crazy!
"Come on Max...."
She pulled herself out of the bed. Wow. A bit chilly. So Gabby wandered dazedly out of her room and down the stairs, Max following behind sluggishly. The tiles of the kitchen floor were a bit cold against her bare feet, and she wondered why and how it had gotten this chilly. Max was outside now to do his business.
Her mother came into the room, already prepared to leave, "Get your shoes on!"
Blink. The girl stared at her mother. Blink.
"Don't just stand there! Come on!"
"I just got up mom....and Max is still outside."
"He can stay out there, now let's go!"
"But mom....I-..."
"Oh fine, I'll go alone. But you better believe I'm telling them why you didn't come, missy!"
And the woman left briskly. Gabby turned and stared out the window into her neighbor's yard. Wooden table with an umbrella, stone walkway, wet green grass...
Wait....wet? Had it rained at some point last night? She shook her head. 'Twas probably just dew.
Max was barking, and Gabby let him. He sniffed her feet and then licked her leg; he always did that in the morning after she had let him out. It seemed to be his own little nice way of saying good morning. She grabbed his bowl and dipped it into the large bag of dog food near the microwave stand. After scooping out a healthy amount of food into the bowl she placed it down and also got him some fresh water.
Now she had to get herself some breakfast, and she eyed the cupboards. The room seemed to small from this point. No surprise, it wasn't that big of a kitchen. Her mother had always complained about how there wasn't enough room to do all the cooking she wanted. Gabby seemed to have gotten along just fine with it, so she was sure her mother just liked to groan and find the bad side of things whenever she could.
The young woman stopped. Well, that explained where she got it from. With a soft smile she started making her breakfast, rummaging through the cupboards and dishes for a mixing bowl and a pancake mix. Before she started mixing she grabbed the skillet from another cupboard beside the oven and turned one of the gray knobs onto "Medium".
Pancakes....how delightful.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 9:24 am
It's Really Really Completely Real. I Love It, It's Fabulous. Continue Writing Please!
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