Beginning of Prologue
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining in through my window. It was too bright that I had to squint. I rolled out of постель, кровати lazily and went to my closet to grab my clothes for today. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw my messy hair, it looked as if it were medusas hair. There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice called out my name like honey. “Jamie? Are Ты awake yet?” Nick asked through the door. Quickly, I ran to my bedroom door and flung it open and collapsed into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting.
“Morning Nicky,” I had сказал(-а) to him ever so quietly. “What brings Ты so early this morning to my house? And who even let Ты in?” I glanced up at him.
Nick looked at me shockingly. “This early in the morning?” He mocked me in his ‘Jamie-like-voice’, “Pumpkin, it’s like 2 in the afternoon! What time did Ты go to постель, кровати last night? Who else would have let me in besides your mother? Yeah sure, I just magically poofed up a key and unlocked your front door and walked in.” He laughed and I hit him in the arm.
“Not funny Nicholas! And Ты know I don’t get a good night sleep because of my nightmares,” I trailed off silently. He hugged me close and kissed the вверх of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him. “I need to take a shower, so if Ты want to Ты can stay in my room and watch TV while I take my shower.” Nick nodded and sat on my постель, кровати picking up the remote.
I picked up my clothes and started walking out my bedroom door into the hallway. As I was doing so I felt eyes staring at me. I knew exactly what he was staring at. “Nick, eyes off my butt.” I сказал(-а) over my shoulder and with that the feeling went into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door was always a habit for me, only because I have two younger brothers who are, at this age, becoming nosey или curious.
End of Prologue
A few days have passed and each night I still wouldn’t get enough sleep because of this damn nightmare. Every night it’s a little different but it’s still the same. I would always be the one who is trying to get killed. The thing is I could not see my killer. The figure was all black and had red eyes. Almost like a demon. I would wake up and every time I would go back to bed, the dream would start all over.
When I first started to have this dream I told Nick about it. He used to joke about the dream, until one night he saw the figure in his dream. He witnessed me trying to be killed by this figure. Nick was forced to watch the figure hunt me down. He couldn’t Переместить because he was Холодное сердце stiff. He couldn’t help me. Nick was terrified after that. He’s now always worried if we don’t talk for a long period of time. He always checks in on me. Always.
Someone shook my shoulder taking me out of my deep thought. We were driving home, from the ice cream Магазин from our fifth date, in Nick’s car. I looked over at him and he smiled slightly. “Are Ты okay, pumpkin? Ты seem out of it?” He questioned me. I looked out the window as he asked me a секунда time.
We stopped at a red light. “Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Suddenly, I saw it. The black figure was standing right Далее to my side window. I screamed and Nick jumped.
“Jamie, what’s the matter!?” He asked alarmed. I looked at him then I pointed out my side window but the figure was gone and I was hyperventilating. “Jamie, nothing is there, pumpkin.”
"It . . . It was there!” I сказал(-а) still hyperventilating.
The light turned green and people behind us were honking at us for us to move. Nick drove вперед and continued to drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway he was silent. Maybe he thought I was crazy. I sighed ever so quietly. He didn’t even lean over to give me a quick peck on the lips. Not even a Kiss on the cheek. I could feel the water works starting so as fast as I could I opened the car door and ran to my house flinging the front door open. I could hear the car door slam as Nick started to run after me.
I tripped on the corner of the mat at the front door and fell. I was starting to get up when I got pushed back down. But no one was pushing me with their hands. It was like there was an invisible force there pressing hard on my shoulders to keep me down. Wide eyed I looked towards the front door to see Nick staring at me as well. He could see I was having trouble trying to get up. Just then the door slammed shut and I could see Nick run up to it and jiggle the doorknob. It was locked.
I was so frightened. Just so frightened for my life and as for the look in Nick’s eyes I can see he is frightened just as much.
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining in through my window. It was too bright that I had to squint. I rolled out of постель, кровати lazily and went to my closet to grab my clothes for today. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror and saw my messy hair, it looked as if it were medusas hair. There was a knock on the door and the familiar voice called out my name like honey. “Jamie? Are Ты awake yet?” Nick asked through the door. Quickly, I ran to my bedroom door and flung it open and collapsed into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting.
“Morning Nicky,” I had сказал(-а) to him ever so quietly. “What brings Ты so early this morning to my house? And who even let Ты in?” I glanced up at him.
Nick looked at me shockingly. “This early in the morning?” He mocked me in his ‘Jamie-like-voice’, “Pumpkin, it’s like 2 in the afternoon! What time did Ты go to постель, кровати last night? Who else would have let me in besides your mother? Yeah sure, I just magically poofed up a key and unlocked your front door and walked in.” He laughed and I hit him in the arm.
“Not funny Nicholas! And Ты know I don’t get a good night sleep because of my nightmares,” I trailed off silently. He hugged me close and kissed the вверх of my head. I pulled back and looked up at him. “I need to take a shower, so if Ты want to Ты can stay in my room and watch TV while I take my shower.” Nick nodded and sat on my постель, кровати picking up the remote.
I picked up my clothes and started walking out my bedroom door into the hallway. As I was doing so I felt eyes staring at me. I knew exactly what he was staring at. “Nick, eyes off my butt.” I сказал(-а) over my shoulder and with that the feeling went into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door was always a habit for me, only because I have two younger brothers who are, at this age, becoming nosey или curious.
End of Prologue
A few days have passed and each night I still wouldn’t get enough sleep because of this damn nightmare. Every night it’s a little different but it’s still the same. I would always be the one who is trying to get killed. The thing is I could not see my killer. The figure was all black and had red eyes. Almost like a demon. I would wake up and every time I would go back to bed, the dream would start all over.
When I first started to have this dream I told Nick about it. He used to joke about the dream, until one night he saw the figure in his dream. He witnessed me trying to be killed by this figure. Nick was forced to watch the figure hunt me down. He couldn’t Переместить because he was Холодное сердце stiff. He couldn’t help me. Nick was terrified after that. He’s now always worried if we don’t talk for a long period of time. He always checks in on me. Always.
Someone shook my shoulder taking me out of my deep thought. We were driving home, from the ice cream Магазин from our fifth date, in Nick’s car. I looked over at him and he smiled slightly. “Are Ты okay, pumpkin? Ты seem out of it?” He questioned me. I looked out the window as he asked me a секунда time.
We stopped at a red light. “Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Suddenly, I saw it. The black figure was standing right Далее to my side window. I screamed and Nick jumped.
“Jamie, what’s the matter!?” He asked alarmed. I looked at him then I pointed out my side window but the figure was gone and I was hyperventilating. “Jamie, nothing is there, pumpkin.”
"It . . . It was there!” I сказал(-а) still hyperventilating.
The light turned green and people behind us were honking at us for us to move. Nick drove вперед and continued to drive me home. When he pulled into my driveway he was silent. Maybe he thought I was crazy. I sighed ever so quietly. He didn’t even lean over to give me a quick peck on the lips. Not even a Kiss on the cheek. I could feel the water works starting so as fast as I could I opened the car door and ran to my house flinging the front door open. I could hear the car door slam as Nick started to run after me.
I tripped on the corner of the mat at the front door and fell. I was starting to get up when I got pushed back down. But no one was pushing me with their hands. It was like there was an invisible force there pressing hard on my shoulders to keep me down. Wide eyed I looked towards the front door to see Nick staring at me as well. He could see I was having trouble trying to get up. Just then the door slammed shut and I could see Nick run up to it and jiggle the doorknob. It was locked.
I was so frightened. Just so frightened for my life and as for the look in Nick’s eyes I can see he is frightened just as much.
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good день sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my Книги to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good день sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my Книги to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve год old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays Пианино and гитара and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that Ты could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story или movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, или feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as Ты probably know. Imaginary Друзья can be anything Ты want them to be. An animal, a creature Ты made up, a monster, или just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Друзья that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that Ты could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story или movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, или feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as Ты probably know. Imaginary Друзья can be anything Ты want them to be. An animal, a creature Ты made up, a monster, или just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Друзья that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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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"
