This story is very unique. It's very sci-fi and futuristic. It's sad how society hates the fakers. Are they jealous? Or scared? Time will tell, I'm sure. This story is fabulous. I enjoy reading about the emotions Mia is going through. It tells people how she's NOT a robotic being. She still feels. She still fears. I think the theme of this story is similar to bullying in a way. The hate mail was a hint. I can't wait until your next updates.
Thank you for your critique! I am very grateful that you all like it! And now, an update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 7 I get out of the lake as the sun hides behind the trees. I look down at the wet clothes on my body. It doesn't bother me, oddly enough. I grab my shoes and walk towards home. Everything's quiet. Birds aren't even letting out the tiniest peep. It's strangely quiet. Almost as if there's someone's turned off the sound in my brain. I get a chill, feeling as if I'm being watched. I look around and see no one's there. I still feel that chill as I keep walking slowly. Suddenly, I'm tackled to the ground. I blink to see a man with a crazed look in his eyes. "Faker!" he yells at me. I push him off of me and scramble backward, terrified. "You ****ing Faker! DIE!" he yells. I stand and glare at him, changing from terrified into angry. He doesn't know how much I want to die. I grab him with my hands and pull him towards me, my eyes suddenly narrowed to slits. "Don't fuck with this Faker. You have no idea on how much I want to die, you piece of shit. You have no right tormenting me when I've done nothing to you. I've been forced into this and there's nothing either of us can do about it," I whisper quickly, my face so very close to his. I suddenly push him to the ground, a growl coming from my throat. I kick him once in the ribs, hearing a howl of pain coming from him. I smile as I turn and run, forgetting my shoes that have been thrown from my hands. I keep running until I get to my door. I look to find that he hasn't followed me, thankfully. But, how could he? He might be dead. If he lives from that blow, I'll be surprised. I walk inside and slam the door behind me. I walk into the kitchen to find my family sitting there, watching me. "What?" I ask. They are staring at me like I'm some strange whose barged into their home. "You're late," my brother says, food in his mouth. "Don't talk when you have food in your mouth, Dalton. It's unmannerly and disgusting," my mother says softly, ignoring the fact that I'm glaring T them all. "So? What if she is late? It's not like she eats anyway. Might as well take away her place at the table. It has no more use," Leah sneers, glaring at me. "Correct, little sister. You're right," I say, smiling at her. I turn and walk out of the room, heading upstairs. I slam my door shut. By this rate all the doors in the house will be replaced soon enough. I fall onto my bed and look up at the bare ceiling. My life could get worse. And I know I am right. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And don't feel sympathetic for her just yet. Hint hint.
In a way, yes. But it wasn't totally the sister's fault. It was partially Mia's fault. And Leah hates what Mia's become. Therefore, she's cruel and hateful towards her sister, and Mia respects that. Makes sense?
(nope, I woulda gone on a rampage by then and strung her up by her hair and set it on fire, roast smores and sausage and eat popcorn while watching her pain by then. If I ws feeling nice/mercifull at that point.)
Well, if I was her, I would blame my sister. She has no right to hate her. She should feel bad for her…
Another update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 8 I wake up in the morning, not feeling better or worse. I get in the shower, letting the water push the dirt off of me. Nothing else needed. I get out, almost immediately dry, and change into a black shirt, black capris and a black leather jacket. I pull on black socks and my combat boots. I look at myself in the mirror, seeing myself looking a bit miserable. I walk out of my room and head to the front door. My sister and brother are already there, waiting. "Don't pout, Leah," I tease, grabbing my bag, seeing her expression. "Whatever," Leah says. We walk out of the house, my sister and brother calling goodbye to our parents. I get in the front seat, telling it the coordinates. The car speeds to school as everyone is quiet. We wait and watch the scenery pass. We soon arrive at school. I stand as everyone hushes around me. I roll my eyes, knowing the most terrible thing is to come. I walk alone, letting my sister and brother be alone. As I pass everyone, they stare, quiet. Some whisper, but most are quiet. Even teachers are quiet. I go to my locker and open it, letters and cards flying out of it. I groan and grab as many as I can, throwing them into the trash can next to my locker. I repeat the process until all the cards are gone. I sigh and grab a book, pushing it into my bag. "Hey, you," I heard. I close my locker and see Dylan smiling at me, holding flowers in his hand. I hug him happily, glad to see him. "Hey, Dylan! How are you?" I ask as I pull back. "Great. It's great to see you. And these are for you," he smiles. "Thank you!" I squeal, taking the flowers. I place them in my locker and walk with him to our first class. When we walked in, everyone suddenly became silent and stared at me. "Oh, good God. I know you know what I am. Why don't you just go ahead and talk about how much of a freak I am and other crap like that. And tell your friends!" I tell them all, sitting at a seat next to Dylan. How could that be the worst of my day? It probably isn't. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What could be worse?
Author's Note: Hey, readers and fans. It's Shana Alana here! I have some good news and some bad news. But it's not traumatising. Bad news first. Bad news: School! School is in tomorrow! That means that I won't be on as much, won't be able to update as much. I'll only be on for around three or four hours a day. 3:30-6/7 pm Central in the US with the possibility of homework. And that leads to the good news... Good news: I'm looking for a co-author. I'll accept almost everyone, as long as I know you and I've read a bit of your work! If you don't know what Skinner is about, I'll fill you in later. So, there you go, lovelies! Thank you, and I'll update again today! Promise! ~Shana Alana