If I wrote a story I wouldn't waste my time writing it on pimd forums. I'd write a fricken book and make some money you moron.
That's what I'm turning this into this is just a starting point. Question: WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ON FAN FICTION YOU DWEEB? Also you called my book insulting. Why is it insulting to you? I can't believe a lower life form as yourself can even read. If your so judgmental then why don't you get your sorry rear and return to wherever the hell you came from (bottom of a pond? Murky waters of some ocean? Maybe a hole in a land that no one has discovered and you can just rot away there cuz you have no friends and no one would care? 0.0)
No cuz you suck at rping and you probably have no clue how to write a story and your being a rude and ignorant cow
This guy is also the guy who somebody tried to nominate for the new "Honor Student Award" for being helpful and nice. :lol: It shows :roll:
Chapter-8 part 1 It has been several weeks since the accident. I have gotten a lot of visitors and my parents have already been in the court to sue the driver for hitting me. I don't see the point actually but ... Parents are parents. Life here so far is painful... I keep having annoying flashbacks that leave headaches and visitors that seem to bring more tears, bears, chocolates, flowers, and balloons. Each day I feel that I am getting closer and closer to deaths door. Each day I realize that I will not have the same life as before. Each day I lay in the whiteness of my room littered with colorful things... They don't really help brightening my mood. In a way I should be happy I am alive. Although sometimes I wonder if I am when people come in and burst into tears. I often start crying myself. Just pent up tears I have held back over the years... Everyone always thought I had a great life, but really I didn't. My parents divorced when I was six. My dad was an alcoholic... I never really understood why, but he found my boobs and other parts interesting. At least that's what he told me until he got arrested for sexual harassment and killed himself in prison. Then there is my mom. Constantly hopping from one boy to the next. Frankly... They all scare me. My school life was a different story, sure I had great friends, an amazing social status. My boyfriends were pretty good. But since I got raped, I wasn't really the same after that. But when your on the verge of death, you can't help yourself but take time, in an overly crowded white room to think about what could have happened, and what happened instead Sorry for the long wait school just got out -.-