The Eyes Are the Windows to the Soul

            My heart beat fast against my chest as I passed the corner of the stony cold walls...

            As soon as I woke up this morning, I could tell that sixteen wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

            Alright, so maybe my definition of “morning” was actually when the stars started peeking out from the ebony sky. But it was late August, with a beautiful diamond moon hanging low over the horizon, and the clock next to me spelled out 8:45.

A Different Project

Hi! It's me-- yeah, I know, I haven't updated in a while. Mainly because I'm in a phase of writer's block. I am able to write things, but none of it is any good (Bah, humbug!). Part of it, however, is because I'm working on another project right now.
At school, we had to create a movie with seven captions and facts to address a social problem. We also were supposed to set it to music and analyze the song lyrics. I finished mine, and then the teacher of the class saw it and said it was good. Then he called home to say it was really, really good, and they were going to use it in the school's bullying cirriculum. So, to show off my *amazing and genius talentedness,* I'm going to post it here. :-) I hope you enjoy it!

PS- The asterisks are essentially the same thing as a sarcasm sign. :-) For all you Sheldons out there!

PPS- I claim no rights to the song "Skyscraper." Rights belong solely to artist Demi Lovato and her recording company. 

Unloaded- Chapter One

RICHARD LAUGHED WHEN I PULLED OUT THE GUN.

      “What is this, some sort of half-assed robbery?” he said, snickering.
      I glared at him, my hands itching to grab at his throat and choke his Spanish accent off of the face of the earth. I still had some things to learn, this being my first break-in, but he didn’t have to laugh. I mean, after all, everyone knows robbers always have guns on them.
      His brown eyes rushed through a rare moment of seriousness as his fingers quickly disassembled the pistol.

A Magnetic Attraction: I Can't Stop Snuggly-Wugglying You!

*Please note that this is a story mocking ridiculous, sappy, lovey-dovey smooshy-wooshy couples*

*In no way is this advice. If you consider it so, then please seek medical attention immediately.*

*You are probably a serial killer or something.*

It Doesn't Matter

          My shoulder strap dug into my arm and my Converse made deep imprints beneath the wet soil I walked on. My favorite black hoodie was weighted by the rain. I stuck my thumbs through some holes in the sleeves, attempting to block the breezes flowing through them.

          The rain continued to fall in relentless sheets over my head, but I had grown used to the cold, the wet, and the otherwise unnerving. Trees carried the raindrops and cradled them in their darkening, dead leaves, before letting them fall down to the earth.

Stupid Cowards

          I stepped out of the grocery store as the crisp, autumn wind blew across my face. Carefully walking down the asphalt, which was in an utter state of disrepair, I searched the expansive, vacant parking lot for my Lincoln SUV. My heel bumped against a crumb of the road, which skittered a few feet in front of me. Suddenly, I stopped.  I swore I had heard something. I shrugged it off and walked to the car again, albeit a bit more fearfully than before.

For the Best

For the Best

Forever Missed

          I woke in a hospital chair that covered in plastic that clung to my thighs. Tugging down my denim shorts, I quickly glanced around the room. A digital clock read “4 AM” in dim, hard-to-read numbers. Shoving my feet in my sandals, I tiptoed over to the sterile, white bed in the middle of the room. In between the sheets lay my best friend, Adam. Machines read his pulse, blinking in near-perfect synchronization with his raspy breaths. My heart ached for every wheeze. It sounds like he’s dying inside, I thought somberly, a tear slipping down my cheek.

Nothing is Certain

         I ran down the slippery road, rain slapping hard on my back in thick sheets. My bare feet pounded theough asphalt, tearing away skin from my soles. But I was too preoccupied to care.

          I could hear them behind me, racing through the streets. My heart was beating faster, and my side started to constrict. I turned off the road sharply, into a thin strip of wilderness. Mud splattered behind me, and I stumbled over brambles and twigs as I tried to outrun the ones behind me. My black hair provided cover in the night, a single advantage to this battle. I could almost feel my enemy’s breath on my neck. Not fast enough, I thought painfully, not fast enough.

Rose

          I trudged along the scorching-hot asphalt to my ’99 Corolla, as the afternoon sun beat down on me. I dug my hand inside my bag, searching for my keys. When I lifted it out, all I came up with was a handful of sticky quarters.

          “I don’t have the time for this,” I grumbled, dumping the contents of my purse onto the empty parking space beside me. Plucking my keys from the very top of the pile, I stuck them in the lock and popped the door open. When I managed to finally shove all of the trash back into my purse, I threw it onto the passenger seat before jumping inside myself.

Perfection- Chapter Three

*Chapter Three*

The next morning was a sleepy Thursday. I felt guilty still about eating lunch and dinner yesterday. It made me feel huge-- nine-month-pregnant huge. I skipped out on breakfast again, but after yesterday’s near-disaster on the bike, I took a shot on the school bus.
As always, it was loud and smelled like a diesel station. I searched the row of heads until I found the brunette. When I did, I tapped her on the head.
Izobel darted her eyes up and smiled. She was always useful for a spare seat and a voice to talk to, whenever you managed to say something.
“Hey, Iz,” I interrupted as she stopped for a breath, during an epic recount of How Much I Hate Math Homework. “Did you say something about your cousin?”
She nodded, looking slightly apprehensive.
“Isn’t she really skinny?”
Her eyes widened with tales. “Ohmygod, yes. She eats maybe one plate a day... and she throws it all up right after! Like this one time...”
Izobel’s voice dwindled away in my mind. I had a new plan.

Perfection- Chapter Two

*Chapter Two*

I woke at midnight with a furious claw in my gut. I gasped at the pain. It felt like somebody had slashed my stomach with a knife. I quickly adverted my eyes to the window. They were still locked. My closet was still open. But the pain in my abdomen wasn’t imagined. It was crippling. I heaved in. What had I done?
I wasn’t sick. This wouldn’t happen when I was sick.
I wasn’t hurt.
Suddenly, I remembered. I hadn’t eaten since . . .
When had I last eaten? It dawned on me I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday at school . . . at 11:30. I hadn’t eaten in twelve and a half hours. And now I paid the price. A hard bargain.

Perfection- Chapter One

*Chapter One*

My name is Siovhan Randers.

I’m fourteen.

I am five foot two.

And I’m fat.

Hold to Marta

***Before we get this party started, I have to explain a bit.

This story is something I entered for a writing competition at thesims3.com. Of course, we couldn't just write anything for this special contest. We had to include this paragraph:

As the seconds ticked by my heart raced faster and faster. I had no hope left; my last hope was shattered into a million pieces a minute ago; there's nothing left for me. The door creaked open to reveal what I've been afraid to see. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it...right there...carefully watching my every move...

I've bolded it so that you can tell the difference between my writing and the paragraph given to us.***

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