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The Namless Story - Chapter 1: How it all began |
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This is a newer story, as Ayame's life is getting old. The story is CALLED 'The Nameless Story', because yeah.... I cant figure anything out And a better chapter name will come, I promise ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey, watch it, you jerk!" I yelled, as the 3 boys behind me pushed me off the bus. I stumbled onto the concrete. I regained my balance, and started walking home. It was a beautiful day today, like it always was in Febuary. The sun was shining, the bird singning, and a cloud dare not appear in the sky. I slipped off my grey jacket, and dug my house keys out of my jeans pocket. I lived an older neighborhood. You know, the older ones. The one with the white picket fences, slighly weathered, the beautiful 2 story houses, with the wrap-around patios, with at least enough room for a second house in the back yard. I lived with my dad, my mom, and my devil of a sister. I arrived at my house, unlocked the front doors, and ran upstairs to grab my laptop. It was friday, so I had no homework, thankfully. I ran back downstairs, and did what I always did. Go into the backyard. There was a small guest house there. When I was about 5, Daddy built it before his mother came over. Now, we dont have many guest, so, Daddy said it's mine for the time being. I unlocked the door, and walked inside. I threw down my bookbag, and walked over to the flufffy orange couch in the corner. This place was pretty awesome. It had working lights, a bathroom, a a minifridge, and proper AC. I dug under the couch for my laptop, found it, and switched it on. I didnt have mush homework tonight, so everything was okay.Something was missing, though. Of course! My headphones! I ran over to my bookbag and dug out a bright purple CD player, and unplugged the headphones. Thankfully, these headphones worked okay with my laptop, unlike some I used. I plugged in my headphones, put my laptop back on my lap, when there was a tapping on one of the windows. It startled me, making me jump, and send my laptop skidding across the floor. I looked over at the window, ready to verbally thrash out whoever sent my laptop flying. "Hey, let me in, please?" Came a familiar voice. It was my best friend, Spencer. He had been my best frind since childhood, and always used to come over here. He hadn't been for the past week, though. Okay. So 3 people had a key to my cabin. Myself, Spencer, and my other friend, Jessica. My parents 'lost' their key. "What happened to YOUR key?!" I asked him, making sure my tone was sharp. "I'm gettign it copied, so I dont lose it!" He said. He was lying, though. I could tell it in his eyes. But, whatever reason he had, I couldnt stay mad at him. He had an innocent expression on his face, complete with a set of big green puppy eyes. "Fine. I'll let you in." I said, walking over to the door. It was unlocked. "It was unlocked!" I cried. He disappeared from the window and then he was standing in the doorway, pulling the door open. "Oh." He said, blankly. He walked over to the couch, and dug his own laptop out of his bookbag, and switched it on. I went over to sit next to him, but instead, I decided I'd go up to my loft for a bit, and write. Yes, I had a loft. Everything there was fluffy, and it was a great place to think, as it had a view of the forest behind our house. You could see it from the small, circle window. I yanked a rope, and down fell a rope ladder that I used to get up there. I grabbed the side, and put my right foot securly on the first step. Suddenly, the door open, and I whirled around, letting my laptop drop on the floor, and slide over to the intruders foot. In the doorway, stood 'Mike', Spencer's boyfriend who Spencer has been braggin about. Just like Spencer had said, he had 2 right eyebrow peircings, a lip ring, and ear pierces. I glanced over at Spencer, and saw him looking down, so I couldnt read the expression on his face. Mike picked up my laptop, and held it out to me. "I think you dropped this." he said, a smirk forming on his face. I snatched it up, the stormed up to my loft, pulling the ladder with me, so no one could get up. I carefully listened to their conversation, instead of writing. "I love you" Spencer said, every chance he could, and Mike always replied "I love you too". I scoffed, and finally sarted to pay attention to my writing. I looked at my screen, and relized I had just typed down their conversation. I highlighted the words, and hit back space, when I heard my name. "You that Kendra girl doesnt seem to like me much. She seems like a stiff. Did you see the way she snatched her laptop away from me?" Mike said, a rude sound in his tone. I perked up, and crawled over towards the railing fo the loft. I had been laying down in the corner, just listening. I waited for Spencers reply. "She's..." He hestitated "My friend. She doesnt have many, so be nice to her. She's troubled." He said. He probably thought I was listening to music, but I wasn't. And what he said, hurt. My sister was crazy, and even spent a few weesk in a mental instution after trying to kill me for the 25th time that month. She always fought with my parents, and locked me outside. That's why I have this set up like a house, because she locks me out, or I'm too afraid to go inside. So Damn STRAIT I was troubled. I made a growling sound, hoping he could hear so he knew I was angry. I listened to them saying their 'I love yous' for a few minutes, before Mike finally left. I push the rop ladder down fromt he loft, and climbed down. Spencer was sneaking twoards the door. "Just. Leave." I growled, and Spencer went out the door, not saying a word. I was pissed. Everything began there.
Purple Frosting · Thu Nov 09, 2006 @ 10:32pm · 1 Comments |
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