"Shelby?" Sage asked quietly, coming into my room. "Can I ask Ты something?" I sat up on my bed.
"Sure," I sighed, not so enthusiastic; but I was trying not to be so irritable all the time. Sage came in front of the bed, then plopped down on the floor in front of me.
"What's that stuff Ты take?" she asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What do Ты mean, Sage?"
"You know, that stuff Ты take," she said. "Like this." She put her palm to her nose, and inhaled deeply. My сердце fell into my stomach. I quickly fell down to her height, and grabbed her shoulders.
"Sage. How do Ты know about that," I сказал(-а) urgently. She frowned at me.
"I saw you," she whined, like she was in trouble; when in reality, I was the one in deep trouble. "What is it?"
"Nothing," I сказал(-а) quickly. "You cannot tell anyone about this. Understand?" Despite my urgency, she didn't seem to see what the big deal was.
"Ok, but wh---"
"Sage," I breathed, my voice trembling. "Do not. Say. A word... Ты promise?" Sage sighed.
"I guess." She stood up and left. I could only stare after her. What if she told someone? What if she told Paige? или Blair или James? I'd be dead. I could only hope that Sage kept her promise and didn't tell anyone. I felt like I was going to be sick. Needing relief, I went and grabbed the bad underneath my подушка case.
***
I got off the bus, looking around for my friends. I saw Rigby and Jordan over away from the others. I went over to them, smiling.
"Hey guys," I said. "Where's Carissa?" Rigby and Jordan looked at each other, their faces grave.
"Carissa's dead," Jordan сказал(-а) in a monotone. "She O.D.'ed last night." It felt like my сердце just froze over.
"What?" I whispered. "She's... She's dead?" Rigby nodded. My head swirled. I'd talked to Carissa just yesterday. In that amount of time, she'd Остаться в живых her life. Rigby sighed.
"Get over it, Shelby," he shook his head. "It happens." It felt like he'd just hit me in the stomach with a baseball bat. How could he say that?! Carissa was one of the most nicest people I'd ever met! And now she was dead?! How could he stand there and say it was no big deal? She'd never grow up now; have a family and kids! She was only thirteen! The колокол, колокольчик, белл rang, and Jordan and Rigby headed off. Jordan patted my shoulder once, a sad smile on his lips.
Needing relief, but feeling a little worried, I took a little bit of cocaine before class. It was nowhere near as much as I used to take; just enough to take the edge off a bit.
I couldn't pay attention in class, even if I wanted to that day. I could only think about Carissa. What would she have done today if she hadn't died? What had happened afterwards? Did her grandmother find her asleep in her room, only to find out her granddaughter was actually dying?
"Students are to remain in their class rooms for the Далее hour," the principal droned over the announcements. "There's a drug Поиск being held, and all students are to remain in their classrooms." I felt the blood rush to my face as the teacher explained further; the police were here with the drug sniffing dogs. My drugs were in my locker. Right. Now. I felt like I was going to be sick again. My trembling hand went up.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I whispered, staring at the ground.
"You can't, Shelby. Ты can go in an hour," she said, then went on with the Назад lesson. I held my head in my hands, trying to stay conscious.
"I need to go to the nurse," I tried.
"I'm sure you're fine, Shelby," the teacher sighed. "If Ты still don't feel well later, Ты can go. But for now everyone needs to stay in the classroom." It felt like a hole was being burned into my stomach. If I didn't do something now, I was going to lose it.
Before I was aware what was going on, I found myself in the hallway. I was running. I had no idea how I got there, или why I was running, but the shouting behind me only confirmed the idea that I should keep running. Then I remembered, and ran to my locker. Maybe I could get back before the police saw me. I fumbled with the lock, dialing in the combination. I pulled up, but I'd screwed up the combination and it remained locked.
"...23...18...5---" I was pulled back, by great force. I looked up in shock to see a police man, and he looked at the cop Далее to him, holding the leash. The other man let the dog sniff my locker, and after only a few seconds, the dog was barking. The cop holding me back looked down at me.
"You're under arrest."
"Sure," I sighed, not so enthusiastic; but I was trying not to be so irritable all the time. Sage came in front of the bed, then plopped down on the floor in front of me.
"What's that stuff Ты take?" she asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What do Ты mean, Sage?"
"You know, that stuff Ты take," she said. "Like this." She put her palm to her nose, and inhaled deeply. My сердце fell into my stomach. I quickly fell down to her height, and grabbed her shoulders.
"Sage. How do Ты know about that," I сказал(-а) urgently. She frowned at me.
"I saw you," she whined, like she was in trouble; when in reality, I was the one in deep trouble. "What is it?"
"Nothing," I сказал(-а) quickly. "You cannot tell anyone about this. Understand?" Despite my urgency, she didn't seem to see what the big deal was.
"Ok, but wh---"
"Sage," I breathed, my voice trembling. "Do not. Say. A word... Ты promise?" Sage sighed.
"I guess." She stood up and left. I could only stare after her. What if she told someone? What if she told Paige? или Blair или James? I'd be dead. I could only hope that Sage kept her promise and didn't tell anyone. I felt like I was going to be sick. Needing relief, I went and grabbed the bad underneath my подушка case.
***
I got off the bus, looking around for my friends. I saw Rigby and Jordan over away from the others. I went over to them, smiling.
"Hey guys," I said. "Where's Carissa?" Rigby and Jordan looked at each other, their faces grave.
"Carissa's dead," Jordan сказал(-а) in a monotone. "She O.D.'ed last night." It felt like my сердце just froze over.
"What?" I whispered. "She's... She's dead?" Rigby nodded. My head swirled. I'd talked to Carissa just yesterday. In that amount of time, she'd Остаться в живых her life. Rigby sighed.
"Get over it, Shelby," he shook his head. "It happens." It felt like he'd just hit me in the stomach with a baseball bat. How could he say that?! Carissa was one of the most nicest people I'd ever met! And now she was dead?! How could he stand there and say it was no big deal? She'd never grow up now; have a family and kids! She was only thirteen! The колокол, колокольчик, белл rang, and Jordan and Rigby headed off. Jordan patted my shoulder once, a sad smile on his lips.
Needing relief, but feeling a little worried, I took a little bit of cocaine before class. It was nowhere near as much as I used to take; just enough to take the edge off a bit.
I couldn't pay attention in class, even if I wanted to that day. I could only think about Carissa. What would she have done today if she hadn't died? What had happened afterwards? Did her grandmother find her asleep in her room, only to find out her granddaughter was actually dying?
"Students are to remain in their class rooms for the Далее hour," the principal droned over the announcements. "There's a drug Поиск being held, and all students are to remain in their classrooms." I felt the blood rush to my face as the teacher explained further; the police were here with the drug sniffing dogs. My drugs were in my locker. Right. Now. I felt like I was going to be sick again. My trembling hand went up.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I whispered, staring at the ground.
"You can't, Shelby. Ты can go in an hour," she said, then went on with the Назад lesson. I held my head in my hands, trying to stay conscious.
"I need to go to the nurse," I tried.
"I'm sure you're fine, Shelby," the teacher sighed. "If Ты still don't feel well later, Ты can go. But for now everyone needs to stay in the classroom." It felt like a hole was being burned into my stomach. If I didn't do something now, I was going to lose it.
Before I was aware what was going on, I found myself in the hallway. I was running. I had no idea how I got there, или why I was running, but the shouting behind me only confirmed the idea that I should keep running. Then I remembered, and ran to my locker. Maybe I could get back before the police saw me. I fumbled with the lock, dialing in the combination. I pulled up, but I'd screwed up the combination and it remained locked.
"...23...18...5---" I was pulled back, by great force. I looked up in shock to see a police man, and he looked at the cop Далее to him, holding the leash. The other man let the dog sniff my locker, and after only a few seconds, the dog was barking. The cop holding me back looked down at me.
"You're under arrest."
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."
"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, Ты should read him!"
The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
Here I spread the Цвета of my life
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want Ты to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between или I'll blow Ты up with flames of fire
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want Ты to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between или I'll blow Ты up with flames of fire
