prolog Amanda's POV: I can't sleep. I can't think, or focus, or concentrate. All I ever do is wonder, and worry, about it. I'm always paranoid about it. My trinket box is a mystery. I never know if someone will find it, and open it. I would never forgive myself if someone saw my secrets. The things I hide in my trinket box, should never be seen. My new story! Please leave comments and critasism! I want to know how I can make my story better.
I will update once a day. I have a busy scedule, and I only have time to write so much at a time. I will try to write a couple chapters now, so that I can update on time!
Charlie's POV: beep beep beep I hit the snooze on my alarm clock. I wasn't ready to wake up. It was my first day back to that hell of a place they call highschool. I had a pretty good summer, but now it was over, and it was time to be tortured again. Maybe I could spare a few minutes, I'm sure it wouldn't set me back. My eyes closed, as I fell back asleep, for what I intended to only be five minutes. I have what some people would call a "gift" but I call it a curse. I can see things, that happen in my dreams. You might call it a sixth sense. It's strange, though. I see one aspect of an event, or occurence, and I end up figuring the rest out on my own. Sometimes, it's something small, like a boy falling of his bike. Other times, it is much more complex. Take this dream for example. It was of me, walking, and bumping into a girl. She was holding a small trinket box. Then the scene switched over to someone trying to open a safe box, but they couldn't figure out the combination. Everything went black, and then I opened my eyes. It was 8:13. Crap, I was going to be late...again.
Amanda's POV I walk through the doors of the enourmous highschool. This place is hell. I'm only a softmore, but it feels like I've gone to this place all my life. It's the first day, and I already see some loser, running at high speed, at the doors. How can someone be late on the first day? I open the door for him. "thanks," he muttered sheepishly. I introduced myself to him, but he just kept walking. I ran up to him, to try to get him to notice me. "um, hello?" I said, waving my arms around. "uh, hi," he said slowly, as if scared of me or something. "my name's Amanda," I cheerfuly said. "charlie," he muttered He trudged away, and disapeared into the crowed. I like him, he's different, like me.
Charlie's POV I ran through the doors of the highschool, when I realized that a girl was holding the door for me. It was the girl from my dream. I didn't want anything bad to happen, so I tried to ignore her. It was difficult. She was so beautiful, and she had the sweetest voice. She told me she was a softmore, and she began to tell me her name, but I just walked away. I heard light footsteps behind me. "um, hello?" she said "uh...hi," I replied, trying to sound nonchalaunt. "My name's Amanda," she introduced. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to start a conversation with her, so I muttered my name, and walked faster, to catch up with the crowd. She didn't follow me. I went to my locker to get ready for class. I grabbed all my books, and then I grabbed a notebook. I sat down in my first period class, advanced algebra trigenometry. Mr. Burn just droned on, and on. I opened my notebook, and began to scribble aimlessly. I looked down and I saw that scribbled all over the page was the name: Amanda.
Ok...sorry, it's just that after a while people just stopped reading my storied (not just this one) and I just wanted people to tell me what they think. It seems like you are the only person who has even cared enough to open this story. No one even wants to try and read it.