Yay. I'm continuing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Funny thing is, some people ask for the pain, and sometimes enjoy it, which wouldn't make sense to me at all. I wasn't really starting to get the feeling that my best friend in the whole world was a life-savior, and that is book was actually the solution why I was always the tough one to understand to anyone, which seemed like trouble for me, but I couldn't really understand the meaning yet. The book really couldn't interest me anymore, so I threw it on the side, thinking that I actually did something good for my life. It wasn't hard to release my anger, but I never felt I had the time to. And yet, this book always wanted me back to it, and it felt like a real persons eyes for burning on my back. But I really couldn't relate at all to the heroine, or the "victim", which really bothered me. I mean, yeah, it must have been suckish for the girl who had to face the fact that she was a depressing overdramatic girl who used to be beautiful and popular, and turned into something no one would want to see, not even Satan himself. Sometimes it will hit you straight in the face that the heroine maybe could of been connected, but that's is like the other stories with this unneeded romance in every page, concluding to the part that they go "ALL THE WAY DOWN". It just bothers me. But I wouldn't let it get to me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finally, I start again. So, readers. Any problems? Concerns? Ideas?
This is one of the best stories you have written. But where are you Sky? It's really been a long time...
Thank you to -Trissy-, who put my story in Idol Fiction, so thank you, I appreciate it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After such a long waiting, I ceased to think what could people other do then expect from a book so lavishly creepy. It didn't mean much value to me anymore, but the plot was predictable...was it? The car stopped, as I opened my eyes, over the blinding light, seeing the dusty background of a fair in progress, which had the musky smell of old and young men in trucks, with the smell of dried up beer. I covered my nose, to make sure it wasn't poisonous. Sammi got off and stretched, yawning quietly and looking at herself, but suddenly said,"Hey, could you let me change in the car, I think my boy managed some spit on me."she giggled, but I was clearly disgusted. It wouldn't make me sad or anything, but I felt more disconnected when life was tracking me behind, and everyone seemed a step ahead of me. I nodded and got out of the car, as her boyfriend stretched and yelled at the top of his lungs,"DAVED! I told you to get your swanky ass here on the phone!"he laughed heartily with his teeth still gleaming. How odd it was. For a man to just drink beer, his teeth stay white. Some sort of magic? But magic isn't particularly true to most people. It was confines in the heart with the sudden outbursts of life that create the most amazing miracles. But to me, I think everyone has their own section of themselves, traveling through a train of emotions, where they would circle every time you past a memory. It wasn't hard for me to feel disconnected, but I felt like my loneliness was my friend, and that he/she truly knew what was meant to be in life. Magic. After a few minutes, Ren seemed to chase a few guys that were laughing at him, so it was probably his friends that merely wanted to get punched for the fun of it. I see how guys could be complicated to girls, since they wouldn't care of how they usually acted, etc. but girls are just as complicated. It's merely a win-win. Both genders are a hell of a pain. I may be a girl, but I think I can be described something else, like a new type. I just think that what I do inside just gives me a slight advantage, so it wouldn't really bother me if I couldn't ever hang out with anyone anymore. I have myself, and I always have fended for myself. Sammi went out wearing her leather cowgirl boots, which seemed to be covered in designs with her khaki pants and her tank top, that both were a shade of brown. She smiled at me, and took both of my hands,"You want to change into something of mine?"she gleamed, she seemed to be enjoying herself. I gave her a slight no. Her face seemed hurt, and I gave no reply back. Then I said,"It's fine. Go enjoy." But I wouldn't be as easy at it could be. I felt a huge smack across my face, which burn me with humiliation. When was sons magic when you needed it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I will be trying to make the plot unfold.