•~Unthinkable~•

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by _Xx-Heavenly-xX_, Aug 31, 2013.

  1. im liking her brother
     
  2. He sounds fitttt!
     
  3. ~Chapter Five~

    The message got through to him quickly, as he puts his hand over mine.

    "I'm sorry AvaBear.. I wasn't there when you needed me. Instead I was focused on partying and college. I should have..." He trailed off, looking down.

    For the rest of the test we say in silence. I knotted my fingers together; as I started to fidget around in my chair.

    *****

    I finally convinced Daniel to call it a day, since I had the first day of school tomorrow I had to sleep.

    I laid in my soft plush mattress; my body just sank into the cushion soft mattress. I snuggled against my pale green, and blue comforter; wrapped tightly in the white sheets.

    My eyes started to get heavy, and I drifted into a heavy sleep.

    That's when it started...

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    Yeah yeah yeah. I know it's a
    SHORT chapter But man I
    Love those cliffhangers. Haha
     Enjoy.

    COMMENT!!
     
  4. I WANNA KNOW WHAT STARTED
     
  5. TELL MEH!
     
  6. Grr.......why is so short??? Haha BUMP
     
  7. tell me too!!!
     
  8. ~Chapter Six~

    That dream..

    I'm not really sure if it's a dream though. It feels more like a vision of some sort. It's the same every since finding out about my father.

    A white sheet of snow coated the ground. People were circled around; were I was standing I couldn't tell what they were circling around. I was crying, and everyone was dressed in black.


    I gasped loud as I wake up in a startles from dead sleep. My alarm clock was buzzing on my night stand. I quickly press the snooze button, and turns over snuggling against the pillow.

    "Ava Nicole Cattaway! You better not go back to bed. I'm making breakfast. You better be up and moving!" My mom yelled as she hanged on the my bedroom door to get me up.

    I groan sleepily as I drag my legs out of bed; wobbling tiredly to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, lathering my scrubie with Tropical Medley smelling body soap.

    *****

    I walked into my room with a cotton towel wrapped around my chest. I dried off.

    I combed with my glistening wet bleach blonde hair. Towel dryed it and brushed it again.

    I slipped into my denim jeans and my blue hoodie. Natural waves appeared in my hair, after my hair was dried fully I clipped my side bangs off to the side with a bobby clip.

    "Ava come downstairs and have breakfast." My mom chined from downstairs.

    I slipped into my black converses and then strolled down the stairs.

    ******

    My mom decided that she would drive me to school, so that I wouldn't get lost driving myself. Before my dad had died he had bought me a Volkswagon.

    "Have a good day, Sweetie!" My mom smiled and tried to pinch my cheek. I simply slapped her hand away.

    "Bye mom..." I climbed out, grabbing my back pack, and purse then proceeded into the school.

    I took a deep breathe before I entered.

    I hate being the new kid...

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    Ugh schools back!  Anyway I managed to type this down. And proofread at 5:00 am in the morning. So if there are errors. I'm sorry. But I'm so lazy to re-check. 
     
  9. Omg when it said her mother hanged on the door I thought it meant she hanged/hung herself But then I realized. Anyways. You need longer updates.
     
  10.  Haha but I like making you suffer. Kidding.
     
  11. I can't believe that this went to the second page!

    I guess no one likes my story. No need to continue...
     
  12. NO IT WENT TO THE SECOND PAGE BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T UPDATE
     
  13. I just wanted more people to comment but no one did..
     
  14. You need to update your stories are to good
     
  15. Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same
    hospital room.

    One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an
    hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from
    his lungs.

    His bed was next to the room's only window.

    The other man had to spend all his time flat on
    his back.

    The men talked for hours on end.

    They spoke of their wives and families, their
    homes, their jobs, their involvement in the
    military service, where they had been on
    vacation..

    Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the
    window could sit up, he would pass the time by
    describing to his roommate all the things he could
    see outside the window.

    The man in the other bed began to live for those
    one hour periods where his world would be
    broadened and enlivened by all the activity and
    colour of the world outside.

    The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while
    children sailed their model boats. Young lovers
    walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour
    and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen
    in the distance.

    As the man by the window described all this in
    exquisite details, the man on the other side of
    the room would close his eyes and imagine this
    picturesque scene.

    One warm afternoon, the man by the window
    described a parade passing by.

    Although the other man could not hear the band -
    he could see it in his mind's eye as the
    gentleman by the window portrayed it with
    descriptive words.

    Days, weeks and months passed.
    One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring
    water for their baths only to find the lifeless body
    of the man by the window, who had died
    peacefully in his sleep.

    She was saddened and called the hospital
    attendants to take the body away.

    As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man
    asked if he could be moved next to the window.
    The nurse was happy to make the switch, and
    after making sure he was comfortable, she left
    him alone.

    Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one
    elbow to take his first look at the real world
    outside.
    He strained to slowly turn to look out the window
    besides the bed.

    It faced a blank wall.

    The man asked the nurse what could have
    compelled his deceased roommate who had
    described such wonderful things outside this
    window.

    The nurse responded that the man was blind and
    could not even see the wall.

    She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage
    you.'

    Epilogue:
    There is tremendous happiness in making others
    happy, despite our own situations.
    Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness
    when shared, is doubled.
    If you want to feel rich, just count all the things
    you have that money can't buy.
    'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The
    Present .'

    Testing lol
     
  16. Please don't write on my thread. 