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posted by para-scence
I wasn't the only one that got busted; Jordan and Rigby did as well. They threw me into the police car, Далее to them. They stared sullenly at the floor.

"You kids are in a lot of trouble," the cop сказал(-а) as he drove us to the station. Why did he have to even say that? We all knew it already. I closed my eyes, and tried not to think. Already, I was getting a splitting headache. I didn't want to think about what was happening, или what was going to happen. I wonder what would happen if I asked the cop for my drugs back...

When we got to the station, they put us in a cell directly. They сказал(-а) we were to wait in here until our parents came. We sat there on the cold cell benches, and waited. Then Rigby started to cry. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Oh man, guys! My dad's gonna be so pissed! He's gonna kill me!" he сказал(-а) through tears. "He's gonna beat my жопа, попка when we get home!"

"Dude, I just hope my parents come," Jordan sighed. Rigby held his head in his hands and continued to cry for a while. I didn't know what to expect from Blair and James. I wouldn't say I was scared, just... anxious. A half час later, Rigby's parents, along with Blair and James showed up.

"You are in so much trouble, Mister," Rigby's dad seethed as he grabbed his wrist. I didn't dare look up at Blair или James. I just went to their sides, and stayed quiet. The adults talked with the cops for a while, and paid the bail. We were suspended from school for two weeks, and we were to be searched for drugs by the police once a week for the Далее two months. After they finished talking, James put a hand on my shoulder, and the three of us went home.

The car ride was silent. I still didn't look up at anyone. I couldn't. I was pretty sure I knew what they were thinking; they were disappointed in me.

When we got in the house, I started to my room, but James caught my wrist. I was forced to look at him. His eyes were soft, yet hurt. He frowned at me.

"Shelby, I want Ты to stay down here." I almost didn't listen, but something told me I should probably just behave for now. I came back down the stairs, and sat on the living room couch. I could see Blair and James talking quietly in the кухня for a while, then they went upstairs. I curled up in a ball on the диван, мягкий уголок and stared at the floor. Once my eyes flickered to the remote, but I wasn't sure if I should. It'd be nice to have some noise, but I wasn't sure it'd help my headache. So I just sat there, for an hour, doing nothing.

Blair came downstairs, with a small garbage bag in her hand, then went to the гараж to throw it away. When she came back, she sighed, put her hands on her hips, and looked at the clock. I shifted uncomfortably in my spot, and kept my gaze low.

"I need to go pick Sage and Kirsten up from school soon. Ты wanna come?" she asked, like today was just a regular day. My arms constricted tighter around my knees, and I shook my head. Blair was quiet for a while, then left. I heard the mini фургон, ван pull away from the garage. A little while later, James came down. He cleared his throat and clapped his hands together once. I slowly looked to him when he sat down Далее to me on the couch.

"...I..." he sighed. "I'm... very sorry for what happened to you, Shelby. I'm sorry Ты were feeling so bad that Ты chose to do that to yourself. I hope that we can work to make it better. That's all we ever wanted for Ты and your sisters."

"...Can I go up to my room now?" I asked quietly. He sighed, then nodded. I got up quickly and went to my room, throwing myself onto my bed. I stuffed my face with my pillow, trying to drown out the screaming in my head. I lifted my pillow, only to see my stash was gone. My сердце lunged, and I looked under the bed. Again, gone. I looked in the "empty" shoe box on the shelf in my closet. Now it really was empty. I groaned and laid down on the ground, staring up at the ceiling fan.

What was I going to do? Already I was craving cocaine. A while later, my headache was so bad I wanted to scream. I got up off the floor and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over my head. Was this what I'd have to deal with? Either this growing pain, или die from the drugs like Carissa?

"Shelby?" Kirsten's voice came through the door. She walked slowly over to me, her face scared. Sage walked behind her, looking calm. "B-- Blair told us what happened..." she сказал(-а) softly. I didn't say anything. "...Why'd Ты do that, Shelby?" she asked. "I mean, Ты could've died! They сказал(-а) that's why they did the drug-search today; because a girl died from it!" I bit my tongue to keep from screaming at her. I didn't care! Right now, I wanted to die!

"Go away, Kirsten," I groaned, pulling the covers further over my head. She sighed, and then I heard her walk out the door. It scared me when I felt someone climb onto the bed, and curl up Далее to me.

"I kept my promise," Sage сказал(-а) quietly. "Even when I wanted to tell someone, I didn't. "

"Ok," I mumbled. She was quiet for a long time.

"Does that make Ты happy?" she asked. I pulled the covers off and looked at her.

"What do Ты mean?"

"You seem angry with me all the time. I was hoping this would make Ты happy with me." I sighed, and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Sage, I'm not angry with you." She cocked her head slightly and stared at me still with her big brown eyes. "Life just sucks, ok? That's why I'm angry all the time." She nodded, somewhat understanding.

"I still miss Mommy, Shelby..." she said, her voice cracking a tiny bit at the end.

"I know," I sighed. She curled up closer to me and closed her eyes. I sighed, and closed my eyes as well. Her small hands gripped my arm as she snuggled close to me. I fell asleep a few moments later.

"Shelby! I'm gonna kill you!" I jolted awake to see Paige running at me. She jumped on the постель, кровати and punched my arm.

"Ow! Hey!" I pushed her away.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" she shouted at me. "Why the hell would Ты do something so stupid!?"

"Don't swear.." Sage сказал(-а) quietly, rubbing her eyes.

"You just don't get it!" I shouted at Paige. She groaned.

"I can't believe you'd be so stupid! Ты could've died! Ты were killing yourself! Don't Ты know that?!" Before I could shout "yes" at her, Blair and James came into the room.

"Girls! Calm down!" Blair said, a little annoyed. Jori walked in behind her, her eyes big.

"Shelby?" she asked quietly. "...Why?" I groaned and sat back down on the bed, covering my face with my hands. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone! Was that so much to ask?! I cried into my hands, in front of everyone. They were all quiet, as I sobbed.

"Come on, girls," James сказал(-а) quietly. "Just give her some Космос for now..." I thought all of them left, but then someone took a сиденье, место, сиденья Далее to me, and put their arm around my shoulers.

"It'll be ok," Blair сказал(-а) softly. I turned and wrapped my arms around her neck, and cried.
posted by DxCFan123
It was the Далее day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue рубашка that сказал(-а) "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she сказал(-а) "Oh! I didn't give Ты a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
posted by para-scence
"Honey, do Ты feel guilty for what your parents did?" Dr. Bellamont asked. We were in the middle of a session that I was being forced to participate in. I shrugged. "I think Ты do," she сказал(-а) quietly. I clenched my hands into fists. It made me mad that she assumed that. It also made me mad that she was also kind of right.

Dr. Bellamont went on for a while, saying about how it wasn't my fault for what my parents did. After a couple минуты I got sick of listening to her and blocked everything out. She sighed.

"Hecate? Are Ты even listening?" she asked. I nodded, and she raised an eyebrow. I...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, that’s right,” I nodded my head. Trying to convince myself I was strong enough to do this. “I’m leaving you! You’re hateful and abuse me! I deserve better than you!” Kind of…
    “You’re really going to leave me, Erik? But what about all the fun we had together?” He took another step toward me. I cringed, stop being so afraid, I sternly told myself.
    “Fun for Ты maybe. All I’ve gained from this relationship was these,” I stuck out my arm and pointed to my face. He only looked at me and shook his head.
    “I...
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**4 years later...**

"Are we there yet?" Hollis asked.

"Almost," Blake said.

"You're excited to see Aunt Dezzie, aren't you?" I asked, turning around in the passenger сиденье, место, сиденья of our car. Hollis grinned eagerly from the backseat. Even though Desiree is six years older than her, they still get along well. Desiree enjoys watching over Hollis, and playing with her niece.

We were driving out to Dad's house for Christmas. The whole town was covered in a thick blanket of snow, and it was still falling. We soon came up to the driveway. Blake got Hollis out of her car seat, and she ran up the sidewalk to Grandma...
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posted by para-scence
Hollis was definitely a handful. But I loved her anyways. I never thought I'd have kids. At all. When I was younger, I'd always thought kids were annoying, gross, whiny, and a bunch of other non-enjoyable things. Sure, it was kind of annoying that I could barely get any sleep, but it wasn't Hollis' fault. She was just a baby. Even when I was sixteen and Desiree had been born, sure I thought she was cute. But I could've never seen myself having kids of my own.

Things have changed.

Hollis is now my whole world, along with Blake. Blake is everything and anything I could ask for in a husband. Hollis...
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posted by Skitty_Love
Celeste's POV

Huff... Huff... I think... I Остаться в живых her for good.. I sat exhausted on the fuchsia colored Любовь сиденье, место, сиденья in the living room. Thoughts raced through my mind that seemed like 800-mph! "Celeste? Honey, why do Ты look so pooped out?" I looked up, it was Aunt Natalie, with her mellow look. "Ah, yeah I.. Never-mind, i-its nothing!" She tilted her head, I guess I just made it еще suspicious.. She came and sat down Далее to me. "C'mon sweetie, Ты can tell auntie anything!" She petted my head gently. Aunt Natalie was always a lot nicer than my mother, shes never too hard on me, and she really...
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posted by para-scence
I brought Hera and Desiree Главная the Далее morning. Hera begged me not to tell Dad and Kara what really happened last night. For a moment, I considered just telling them the truth. At least they'd make sure it never happened again. But then I stopped. It was just one time, right?

"Only if Ты promise to never do it again," I warned. She nodded quickly.

"I won't. I promise."

"Fine," I sighed. "Besides, I'm not the one you'll need to convince to keep her mouth shut." Both of us turned to Desiree. She smiled evilly.

"Please, Dezzie. Don't say anything. I'll get Ты a My Little пони if Ты do, ok?"...
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**scroll down for translation**

Regen wusch die Gräue von логово, ден Fenstern und ließ sie über логово, ден Asphalt ergießen.
Klamm schien die Luft, die unter der Last des Nebels unangenehm warm war, einem Nebel, der die Stadt in ein Gewirr von Spinnweben und Unkenntlichkeit hüllte.
All das, und ein fortwährendes leises Gemurmel füllten логово, ден Hintergrund des Geschehens.
Im Mittelpunkt saß ein Mann, gebeugt, mit dem Rücken zur Fensterseite gedreht, auf einem feuchten Holzstuhl und ergab sich seiner introspektiven Wahrnehmung.
Obwohl er seinen Blick nicht hob, schien es ihm, als beobachte er die Menschenmassen,...
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posted by para-scence
I ran down the pathway, my long blond ponytail whipping me in the face each time I checked to see how far I was ahead of Brandon. He was still far away, and Mommy and Daddy were even farther behind.

"Irina! Mommy and Daddy сказал(-а) not to go too far!" Brandon complained. I stopped in my tracks, and groaned.

"We're not too far! I can still see 'em," I said. Brandon pouted, not satisfied. I sighed. "Fine. We'll wait for them." Finally, after waiting forever, Daddy and Mommy finally caught up to us. I ran up to them, and Dad put his arm on my shoulder. Brandon held Mommy's hand. Mommy smiled at the...
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posted by alexmswann
It was three o’clock on a Friday and the колокол, колокольчик, белл had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my Книги in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could Ты come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. Ты would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her стол письменный, стол trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...
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posted by para-scence
The Далее morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another день though, ok?" he said.

"When are Ты off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! Ты know, Ты could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, Ты complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...
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posted by para-scence
The Далее week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school или home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...
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posted by para-scence
A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The еще I comfheard it, the еще it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel или taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the...
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posted by itchygum
I sat in my bed, watching the минуты tick by on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the Далее day, the first день of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my розовый Aeropostale рубашка and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, I am,” I сказал(-а) calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I сказал(-а) it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I Любовь him,” I said.
    “I thought Ты loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander еще than her.
    “Why don’t Ты Любовь me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married Ты only because the baby,” I said....
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are Ты doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do Ты know where the Конфеты is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the секунда section in the store. The Магазин smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would Ты like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm еще motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my секунда period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need Ты A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do Ты need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see Письмо on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston...
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posted by black_13
What do Ты think of this poem? Is it too wierd или depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell Ты the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The день has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent сука and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But Ты force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely...
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She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The день ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her сердце sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms

Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.

Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her сердце was free, and she was free

She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no еще pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
posted by BURITOES
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically Письмо this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)


So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 год old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 год old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 год on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave Главная and find help herself.


So yeah, if Ты liked this, please Комментарий and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)