Title is self-explanitory, and I don't really have anything to say so here it is! Sorry this chapter is a bit cliche!
Kylie and Bethany were walking back to the lunch table. Only the middle of the week she thought to herself. Ugh, how much longer till the weekend? This week had been worse than the last. Kylie Stewart had been plain awful. She wished she hadn't been so caught up in thoughts of the devil when she bumped into the devil herself. "Ugh, this top is new!" Kylie Stewart shrieked. Kylie Ellis's train of thought had been broken after hearing the high-pitched shrill voice which had haunted her so, scream again. She looked to see why Kylie Stewart was so mad, despite the fact the two girls had come face-to-face, and noticed a bit of lettuce an mayonnaise from her sandwich had made its way onto her shirt. Evil Kylie looked incredibly angry, angrier than she had ever been and immediately, grabbed a bowl of pasta overly drenched in marinara sauce from a kid who passed by them. "Hey!" the boy snapped. "Get your own pasta!" Kylie Stewart turned and gave him a quick glare, silencing him for good. Before Kylie Ellis figured out what the evil Kylie had in mind,she found her hair covered in pasta. Gross! She could hear the kids snickering, and Bethany offering her napkins insulting Kylie Stewart under her breath. That was the last straw. Kylie was done with this girl. She pushed away the napkins and dumped her chocolate milk on evil Kylie's head. There were a few collective gasps and some laughter from the less popular, but no one laughed harder than Bethany. Kylie Stewart was enraged, enough to start a food fight. Which did follow after she threw her soup on to Bethany. Kylie soon found herself crouched under a lunch table next to Josh. They had a few laughs, and she was happy to know Josh was quite amused, and found her funny! The good times didn't last though. The principal arrived quickly and grabbed the troublemakers who started it. Her, Bethany and Kylie Stewart. What would happen now?
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Kylie was in her room eating a moon pie. A week ago the death of her had began. A week ago, was the day the evil Kylie entered her life. From being there only a day, she could get the sense popular Kylie didn't like her. She shouldn't have gone up to her. Why couldn't she tell she was getting her hopes up? She cursed herself for being naive. Ever since that incident, and the fact the mean Kylie's crush had been real friendly to her, Kylie Stewart had silently made it obvious she was going to destroy Kylie Ellis. The teacher trying to be nice to her didn't help either. She remembered yesterday quite clearly. Her science teacher, Mrs. Washington, kept getting confused because they both had the same name.
" Kylie, " she began softly. Kylie Ellis looked up. "No, not you, keep working dear." she said sweetly. Kylie looked down at her paper. The other Kylie was talking to Britta and Rhea, they were giggling in between every bit of gossip. Mrs. Washington called her name quietly, but Kylie Stewart was the only one who didn't hear. Finally, exasperated, she yelled angrily, "KYLIE STEWART!" Finally looking up, she replied in a very irritated tone, "Yea what? I'm trying to work here!" Even though she had been talking. Mrs. Washington regained her composure. "Kylie, since there are two Kylies in this class, how about I call you Kylie S.? Just this class. I could ask Kylie Ellis if she would mind being called Kylie E., but seeing how you barely reply to anything I say, I thing it would be more convenient if I called you Kylie S." Kylie had a look of horror on her face, and Kylie Ellis could do nothing to change Mrs. Washington's mind. She would rather be called Kylie E. than face the wrath of the evil Kylie, even though she had none nothing wrong. Things like that didn't matter to Kylie Stewart she had been furious that day.
Now, Kylie Stewart had protested by not talking in class, leading to Mrs. Washington having to change how everything was done in class. Now, even outside of science, Kylie Stewart had everyone calling her Kylie E. Not really a big insult to her, but it proved the power evil Kylie had over the rest of the students. Kylie was dreading going back to school on Monday, but knew she had no choice. She fell back on her bed and sighed.
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They pair of girls headed to the cafeteria. Bethany took Kylie to a lunch table. Two boys and another girl joined them. "This is David." Bethany gestured to the tall dirty blonde, then pointed to a pink haired girl, "Annie", and then turned to face a black haired boy with his hair slicked back, she giggled slightly, "and James." Bethany smiled at him differently, Kylie didn't know much, but she was definitely sure that Bethany was into James. "How are you?" he asked in a British accent. "Um, he's from England" Bethany said before Kylie could question whether the accent was fake or not. Kylie soon stirred up a conversation with them, leading to the mention of her mom's job. What she wanted to know was, how did popularity work in high school. Luckily Annie got to that."You were way in over your head, talking to Kylie Stewart like that." Kylie sighed. "I realized that a little too late. David snickered. "She won't like the fact that you have the same name as her either. If anything, she is a total show-off. No one can share the spotlight or be on top but her. The name thing is one way you can get on her nerve." She wished she could go back to her old school now. Why couldn't things be as simple as they were in back in the small town world? Annie was a little more interested about her and Josh. "I heard Josh and you hit it off." she teased. Kylie shook her head, but Bethany didn't let her get away that easy. "Oh, that is a total understatement! They were practically..." She stopped talking as the other Kylie passed them shooting a frightening glare. They forgot about what they were talking about and got back to regular conversation. Kylie didn't. She understood Kylie Stewart's expression quite clearly. She was going down. Not easily either.
Hi, Lily here. I really need to finish this story now, so please forgive me if it's quick. And it is.
Lye finished talking. There was a moment of expectant silence, then Trya turned around. She threw a pillow at Lye, then hugged her. They were quiet for a long time. Slowly, they both pulled apart and started talking at the same time.
"You could have TOLD ME!" Trya said playfully. Lye looked sheepish, then threw the pillow back at her. That ignited a pillow fight, which was how their parents found them ten minutes later. Trya and Lye looked at each other remorsefully, then broke into laughter.
Done! Sorry 'bout the briefness. I'll make a PDF of the whole story later, bye!
Fluffy here! I know my story is a little late. But, it was supposed to be up today morning. When I got home, it was never published on the site. So, I had to retype the whole thing. I couldn't publish until now because I had Tae Kwon Do class and I was still checking for mistakes. I hope there aren't any. Enjoy, and soon the dolls will be up!
Chapter 2: Past is Past
I can’t believe that it has been a week since the explosion. I woke up from the soft hospital bed. I was in the hospital because Jane told me that I ran to the explosion and fell unconscious in front of the house. Everyone had told me that my brother had “fallen asleep” for a long time. I know that it isn’t true, and I know that he has passed away. I wish he was still here and right next to me.
“Come on sis! Don’t act like a baby!” He always warned me for what was going to be ahead. He always comes in my dreams and says, “Hey sis, you should stop crying, I’ll be back when I want to be. You were getting a little annoying, so I wanted to rest. Plus, you were acting too much like a baby. I’m 5 years younger than you are, but I act like a high school student. It is very sad to think that my older sister is in 9th grade and she acts like she is in 2nd grade. I mean I don’t want to be made fun of. Anyway, when I come back, you will see me as probably a different person. That’s because I’m getting plastic surgery! I’m just kidding. It is because I’ll be older and extremely dorky. Don’t be worried. I still love you sis, no matter what happens, I’m here for you!”
“Nick! I miss you so much. I’m glad you didn’t forget me! I’m happy that I can see that you’re smiling. I just love your smile. Keep it the same way. I love you too!” I smiled back.
“No matter what happens, we’ll be here for each other,” we said together as though we were both about to cry.
That was it, my beautiful dream with my brother was in the past. I wanted someone to come in and give me a shoulder to cry on. Right then, I see a small boy, he looked just like my brother. I got out of the hospital bed and ran to him and saw that he was nothing like my brother. He had dark blue eyes, while my brother had very light green eyes, just like mine. He had the softest and neatest hair, unlike my brother. I stared at him, and I started to walk away. Just then, he came running up to me saying, “The past is the past sis!”
Hello everyone, here's my new story. (It was the best title I could think of, okay?!) I know Scarlett's kind of a drama queen, sorry. I actually typed this while we were in Savannah. I hope you like it! Please comment. The first person to do so can suggest a character and will get a sneak peek of what happens later. (Mini- contest.) -Lily
Scarlett woke with a start and smiled. She could hear her Aunt Krystal downstairs. She showered and got dressed in record time, then almost broke her neck running down the stairs. Aunt Krystal's visits were always something to look forward to. Aunt Krystal was sitting at the kitchen counter, chatting with Scarlett's mom. Scarlett pulled up a stool and invaded her aunt's personal bubble.
"Hey, Scar!" Aunt Krystal was one of the only people allowed to call her that. Whenever anyone else did, it sounded like she was a bruise. "What's up?" Aunt Krystal never tried to sound "cool" like some older people. She just said what she wanted, and it worked when she did.
" The usual. Nothing exciting ever happens," she whined. Aunt Krystal smiled hugely, showing her perfect teeth. Her long blond hair was pulled into a loose knot, and her shocking blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "Well, I have some good news for you then! Scarlett, I'm getting married!" Scarlett's mind reeled. She'd been waiting for this ever since her aunt had started going out with Rob, a guy who worked at the same group of companies as Krystal did. She worked as as a reporter for a fashion magazine, and he worked as one for a sports magazine. They had met at a tennis match- which Scarlett thought was really strange. "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" Scarlett squealed, throwing her arms around her aunt. "Finally! You have to let me help you plan it. I know some great clothing stores, and there's this adorable little boutique that sells the best-"
"Oh, Scar, I didn't tell you, but since we both have to do so much traveling and working, we've hired a wedding planner. She can take care of everything, and under a budget too! Great, right? And I have one more thing- you'll be a bridesmaid!" Scarlett broke out sweating. "B-b-but I've been advance planning since.. f-forever! I have so many great ideas, and-" She stopped and ran upstairs, jumping onto her lime green mini sofa and buried her face in a chocolate-brown throw pillow. She heard the thud of feet running up the stairs, and pulled her decorative throw over herself.
"Scar!" Aunt Krystal cried. She ran over and tried to apologize, but Scarlett didn't care. "I thought that you'd be busy with school work and all-"
"It's summer vacation!" Scarlett screamed. She felt the pillow turn damp. "That's the lamest excuse ever! And I thought that you were so.." The pillow was turning uncomfortably wet now. She let out a groan. "Go away! I don't want you here." Scarlett's mom started to say something about it being Aunt Krystal's choice, but Scarlett just screamed at her too and ran to her bed, where she cried until she started to feel dehydrated. She walked to the bathroom and caught a glimpse of herself, then wished she hadn't. Her wavy blond hair resembled a rat's nest, and her blue green eyes were bloodshot. She sighed and tried to fix herself, then slipped downstairs. She could hear her aunt in the living room with her mother, so she grabbed some food from the fridge and went back to her room. Scarlett ate, then decided her aunt would be sorry. Somehow. Meanwhile, she'd still plan a wedding- maybe just not her aunt's.
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I am going to be back on track! Here is chapter 4!
To Kylie's relief the boy who had helped her in the previous class was in this one. She was unsure on how to approach him,but to her relief, he saw her and waved her to a chair near him. "Hey..." she started softly. "It's Josh, right?" He smiled. "Sorry about Kylie, she can be kind of a witch." "Oh it was no problem. Bullies are just insecure people. We learned that in 5th grade." she replied, but she wished she hadn't said anything. A few people who had heard her snickered, and even Josh chuckled a bit to himself. She stared at her worn out sneakers and pretended not to notice. Then she asked a question which didn't seem appropriate for the time being. "Are you and the other Kylie, um... you know, seeing each other?" The question had flown from her mouth. Josh shook his head clearly surprised by the question. "What made you think that?" Kylie shrugged and turned her head to the board to see the math problems on the board. "I'm kind of new to this whole thing." Josh sighed. "Well, she asked me to be her date to homecoming last year, but I turned her down. She claimed to her friends that she had changed her mind and didn't want to go with me." He smirked. "I mean you don't see her having the guts to admit not everyone thinks she's great, right?" she nodded. After the teacher had started class, she couldn't help but occasionally turn to look at him. Sometimes, he caught her and they shared a grin. The class had been a total blur with Josh sitting right next to her. She had trouble focusing however, and it didn't help that she was terrible at math. Hopefully Bethany or Josh is good at math, she thought. After the class had ended she packed up her bag, while she was talking and laughing with Josh. She couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him. "So you're mom works for Madison High?" she nodded. Josh shook his head. "Wow that's super cool." she beamed. She hadn't told him that her mom was a cook, but she wasn't lying. Her mom did work for the show and she had never specified what position she held. Who knew? Maybe if this information slipped out without being a lie, she could boost her popularity. Then, living here wouldn't be so bad. She approached Bethany, who was standing near a group of lockers across from the classroom, after waving goodbye to Josh. Bethany had a huge grin on her face. "So, you and Josh are pretty tight already!" she teased. Kylie shrugged. "I don't think so, but he is like the only person who has been nice to me, besides you." Bethany was still smiling. "Maybe, if you and your new crush-" Kylie cut her off. "I do not like him!" Bethany smirked. They had a long conversation all the way to homeroom. She felt good until she saw Kylie Stewart walk by and give her a frightening look. Bethany's voice began again, only now sounding a bit more serious, "You know this whole thing with you and Josh hanging out a lot is only going to make her hate you even more right?" Kylie pretended she didn't hear her.
Sorry I haven't been writing! Here is the next Chapter!
Kylie felt like dying. The other girl had offered her hand and smiled sweetly; Kylie had taken it, but she regretted that instantly. The mean girl gave Kylie a quick push and cackled. Soon everyone else joined in. "Nice one K!" , a tall brunette with straight waist length hair said. "Really Kylie?", a voice put in from the back. This voice wasn't from the inner circle. Kylie wondered if he was talking to her, but her doubts were cleared when he came forward and faced the Kylie sitting in the desk. She rolled her eyes. "Josh! What's up", her tone immediately changed. She flashed him a gorgeous smile which showed off her perfect teeth, and began fidgeting with her shirt hoping he would notice it. "Real mature of you Kylie." He continued ignoring her flirtatious gestures. A few people snickered. She shot them a death glare. Fortunately, the boy offered his hand to Kylie to help her up. This time, it wasn't a trick. "All right kids please sit down." Ms. Proctor boomed in a loud voice, finally looking up from the book she had been reading, clearly oblivious to the scene that had just happened. To Kylie's relief the class was basically what she had been doing at home and she managed to do well. Kylie quickly scurried out of class, she was followed by a girl with curly black hair and a bubble-gum pink streak. "Hey, I'm" she began but stopped and frowned at the terrified look on Kylie's face. "Relax, I don't bite." She laughed when Kylie turned and began walking again. "Fine, pass the only opportunity to make a friend and know who to avoid and how it works around here." Kylie stopped and turned. This girl didn't seem too bad. And from what she could remember, she hadn't been laughing with the others during her fall. "I already know you." she continued with a smile, "I'm Bethany Millington." She grabbed Kylie's arm and lead her towards her next class after taking a peek at the schedule. "Where are you from?" Kylie sighed. "It doesn't matter. No one would have heard of it. What's wrong with this school? What did I do to her?" Bethany glanced at her. "You a small town girl right? I figured. Every school has one bad egg. Great for us, our's is the most popular girl in school. You were way in over you head if you thought you could make friends with her." Bethany showed her the room. "Lucky for you, we have a lot of classes together. I don't know how you are going to make it in your other classes though, like this one." She pushed Kylie into the room and waved. See you next period! We have lunch together. Bye!".
Hi everyone. To whoever enjoys this story, sorry I haven't wrote in so long. Discouraged. :( To make up for it, I wrote two chapters while waiting for my mom to pick me up from dance on Friday. Enjoy! (I hope.) I'll write more soon.
Lye stared up ate the stars from her bamboo bed. Her nature themed room was an attempt to remind her of the forest where she had been born. It was filled with eco-friendly furniture and overgrown plants, plus a huge skylight provided her with the most possible natural light. But tonight, Lye barely saw her room. She was worried- would her plan work?
Trya was so excited, she couldn't keep her eyes closed. When would the elves see their tribute? What would they think of it? I'll just go to the window and peek at it, she thought. Trya rolled out of her bed, ducking under the soft blue canopy. She walked to the window and almost had a heart attack. Someone was standing at their tribute.
She slipped out the door. Taking extra effort so that her fUggs wouldn't snap twigs or rustle leaves, Trya made her way to the edge of the woods. The slim, shadowy, figure turned- and Trya gasped as she saw it's delicate, pointed, ears. But when she saw it's surprised hazel eyes and mouth open in a surprised "O", Trya let out a startled cry. Lye was holding the glass tube and a shovel. Suddenly, the faint moonlight faded and Trya felt herself falling.
Trya's lashes fluttered open. All she could see was a white haze. She blinked furiously, and Lye's frightened face came into focus. The previous events filtered back into her foggy mind. Trya turned away. Ughh, she thought. A rare migraine was visiting her. Why hadn't Lye told her the truth? She would have understood. Understood and helped her.
Hot tears pooled behind Lye's eyes once more as Trya turned away form her. Lye had gone on autopilot when her best friend collapsed. In a burst of unusual strength, she had half-dragged, half-carried Trya home. There,s he had phoned her parents and tearfully spilled the complete story. The doctor had made a house visit, which frightened Lye so much she almost lost her dinner. His verdict was positive, but Lye still felt terrible and had sat over Trya all night.
"Tri, I can explain. Please." Her words hung in the air as Trya closed her eyes and buried her face in the Pillowpet© Lye had given her. Then she changed her mind and put it in a different pillow.
" I only told one other person before. She freaked, and we had to move. I still remember that look on her face. It was so.. scared, and.. condescending, and I just-"
Oh my, that was a lot of typing. I hope you liked it. Finally, I made something exciting happen. Please comment!
I'm so tired right now that I might fall asleep in the middle of this. I wanted to get this chapter up anyway. If no one comments on it, (I mean more than one person) I might stop writing it though, because I feel kind of discouraged. If you want the rest of it.. you know what to do.
Trya helped Lye cover the tube-enclosed letter in soil. They worked in tepid silence until Lye cleared her throat.
"We should, uhh.. plant the flowers now."
"Ya think?", Trya gasped sarcastically. The hole was three-quarters full. She flicked a bit of mud off of her sleeve. It landed on Lye's nose, who went cross-eyed and threw a weed at Trya. The two girls both started cracking up.
Lye patted the moist, fluffy soil down. She relaxed- the moment of fear had passed. "Plaque!" she barked, trying to hide the shake of relief in her voice.
"Yes, sir!" Trya mockingly saluted her, then bowed, bending almost double, and handing her the beautifully engraved plaque. Trya's dad had engraved the richly colored cherry wood in his workshop. Lye rolled her eyes, jabbing the sharp stake into the freshly dug earth. "We're do-one!" she trilled.
"Chill, Maria!" Trya was making a reference to The Sound of Music. Lye didn't mind, it was like a compliment. That was her favorite movie.
Sorry if that was boring. You see, I write these in my spare bits of time at school on 5 x 8 index cards, so they're kind of short. But don't worry, I'll have lots more chapters if you guys comment!