AwayWithTheFairies

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I'm just some random British kid who goes on Youtube to much and happens to be nerdy. 

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Enjoy Witty.


 

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Hey guys.... to whoever's reading my story, i'm not sure whether I will continue this or not. I've been really busy lately with school and Wattpad (I'm posting a fanfic there, if you want to read it my user is Faythepanda) and its getting really really hard to upload in here, plus i cant find the motivation to anymore. I've lost so many readers lately and I hardly get three or four, which is so discouraging. I'm not asking for readers, i'm just telling you. if you have any questions, you can comment below.
"He is bad news..."
Chapter 44 (part two)
He leaned in and when our lips were about to touch, the door opened and Sienna, along with mine and his parents, walked in.
“What are our kids doing here?” Cassidy asked with a bright smile.
“They were about to kiss and we interrupted them!” Sienna laughed, winking at Everett.
My cheeks turned red. Everett smiled at me, standing up. “Exactly that” he confirmed it, giving my parents a gentle smile.
Sienna walked to me. “I think you should tell them the truth” she whispered, eyeing my parents.
I took a deep breath. “Mom, dad… you deserve to know the truth” I murmured.
“Don’t have to. Cassidy and Tom explained everything” my mom smiled.
I sent a thankful look to Tom and Cassidy. “Thank you” I breathed out.
“Anytime!” Cassidy beamed, staring at Everett and me.
My mother came closer to me, with my dad following her. “Honey, I want you to tell us everything from now on” she said with her soft tone she only uses rarely. Last time she did, I was seven years old and sick. Yeah, old memories.
“I’m sorry, mom. It was too f*cked up” I mumbled.
“Language!” she screeched, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Sorry” I lowered my voice.
“Next time something serious happens I’ll tell you, I promise” I added.
“We only want what’s best for you. Remember that, okay?” my dad said, smiling.
“Okay” I smiled back.
“I think we should go now. Everett, will you drive Evelyn home?” Cassidy said.
“Sure” he beamed, looking over at me.
“Can I leave now?” I said cheerfully.
The doctor walked in. “Yes, after a few more tests you can” he said, holding some papers and writing things.
I rolled my eyes. “Okay”.
“We’ll go home after that” Everett, whose smile wouldn’t leave his face, murmured.
I smiled back, feeling happier.

THIS IS JUST THE PART TWO, IMMA POST A WHOLE CHAPTER NEXT WEEK
omfg i love you guys all so much but i feel like less people read my story... and that makes me sad :(
CAN I ASK FOR ANOTHER FAVOUR? I just started posting my fanfic on Wattpad, can you please check it out? It would mean so much to me! My account there is 'Faythepanda' and the title of the story is 'Girl For Rent'. I just have big plans for this and i hope you support me! If not, that's your choice too.
Comment below if you wish to be notified! Xoxo, Fay (:

I wish McDonald's would spend as much money on the quality of their food as they did on their scenery and touch screen stuff.





2007  was seven  years ago
I honestly have no idea how to react to that



 

Secrets
Chapter 2
Part 3
 
I followed Jake towards a now empty parking lot with only one "vehicle" parked right in the center.  The motorcycle was made for only one person with no helmets,and no seatbelt from what I saw.  "Absolutely not".  I turned to begin the walk home when a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to that warm comforting chest.  "Oh come on, live a little,” he laughed causing my head to vibrate against his chest.  "Sorry, but I'd rather not die at seventeen" untangling myself from his hold, and crossing my arms over my chest.  The rain continued to pour looking like it was going to lighten up anytime soon.  "You'll be find, I promise," he said pushing his lip out in a puppy dog way.  I eyed the motorcycle suspiciously, and sighed giving in, my body aching.  I wanted to be able to get home before my father so I could shower and feed Amy.  I climbed on after him, and tightly wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my head on his back as he pushed the gas and turned onto the road towards my house.
 
Jake's P.O.V.
Her arms tightened around my chest as I pushed the accelerator.  My heart quickened and I was tempted just to take the long way to keep her arms around me longer.  God, stop it Jake I thought to myself.  There was no way I would go for a girl like Jaime.  I reached her street remembering the beatup house that I had once made fun of as a kid.  I realized she had falling asleep when she didn't move after I had pulled to a stop.  I grabbed her wrist to untangle them from around my waist when I noticed something on her arms.  I turned around slowly, careful not to wake her, and rolled her sleeve up revealing bruises all over my arm.  I felt my anger rising as I saw yellow bruises that looked old and new bruises that looked like they were caused yesterday.  I remembered my mom telling me what happened to Jaime’s mother but I never thought it was this bad.  I hadn't realized I had drifted into my own thoughts, until I felt Jaime break from my arms and frantically pull down her sleeve to cover the bruises once again.  "Thanks for the ride" she said her voice barely above a whisper before she bolted towards the front of her house leaving me standing there alone and confused.
 
Jaime's P.O.V.
I awoke with a start feeling the chill from the air creep up my back.  I blinked open my eyes to find Jake holding my hands and looking at my wrists that were now exposed to him.  I snatched my hands away and pulled down the sleeves as quick as could.  My heart was racing, panic feeling my body as I scrambled off his bike.  "Thanks for the ride" I whispered afraid that if I had said it louder, my voice would begin to shake.  I ran towards my house leaving him sitting in the driveway with a blank expression on his face.  As I closed the door, I slid down the cool wall till I butt reached the floor.  I didn't remeber I was holding my breath till I let out a sigh, and gathered my head into my hands.
He knew my secret.

A/N: Yes, it's short and yes it's a little rusty.  Due to the length requirements on witty, I've had to break up the chapters into multiple parts.  If this story is liked, I am planning on moving the story to an account on a seperate website and lengthening and editing the chapters.  A lot of you have been asking how old the characters are, so Jaime is in her senior year of high school and is seventeen.  Again, thanks for all your support and make sure to follow and like the story.

 


I don't want people to notice any of my scars,
But for those people that do,
I just want them to come up to me,
And just say, "Hi! We haven't talked in a while/before,
And I just wanted to make sure that you know I'm there for you."

Because that would make my day.
To know that someone was kind enough,
To take time out of their day,
To make sure that I'm okay.


 

Story Time

So I recently started working at McDonald's, and the first ever
guy's order I was took, told me he wanted the Whopper burger.

I spent a few seconds trying to find it on the menu before
someone told me that Whoppers only exist at Burger King.

He did it on purpose because he could tell that I was new.



Description of my life:
Adults wasting my time
Me wasting my time
Children wasting my time
Me wasting my time
Parents wasting my time
Me wasting my time
Relatives wasting my time
Me wasting my time
Friends wasting my time
Me wasting my time
Computer wasting my time
Me wasting my time
Media wasting my time
Me wasting my time
Society wasting my time
Me wasting my time
Food wasting my time
Me wasting my time...

 
Secrets
Chapter 1
Pt. 2

Walking into Sally's Diner, I was welcomed with the familiar chime of the bell. The diner was still empty, but the rush was sure to come in a few hours after we opened. The only people their were the cooks, and the other waitress Amy, Amy and I have been working here for ages together and we slowly developed a bond that only comes around once in while. She really my only friend and I trusted her with my life. I quickly hung up my coat and put in my work card into the machine before setting it back down. Just as I was going into the kitchen, I heard a call

"Jaime!" I turned to see Amy running over in her uniform. Her long, red hair was tied in a messy bun. Her face was nicely done up making her look more gorgeous than she already was. She needed this job in order to support her grandparents who took her and her brothers in after their parents died from cancer.

She was the only one that I had ever confided in about my father, but the part about him beating us was left out of the conversation.

She smiled warmly at me, and embraced me in a hun, the smell of pancakes lingering on her.

"Hey" I said giving her a tired smile.

"Jaime Evans!" she said waving her finger at me. "How do you manage to look so gorgeous at 6 in the morning!"

I laughed shaking my head. I was far from being even remotely pretty. My deep green eyes and chocolate brown hair didn't tend to stand out of a crowd. My petite body was nothing to obsess over, with my average sized waist and legs. The only thing I liked about myself was my natural talent to sing. It was the only way that helped me get through all the pain and suffering. Along the way, I picked up playing the piano and have been playing since.

"Very funny Amy. My hair looks like a bird could make a nest out of it, and I haven't slept in days!" I said laughing. 

Her expression softened at the realization, understanding the reason why I haven't gotten much sleep. This is why I loved her, we could communicate and understand each other without even talking.

"You know that you can always come stay with me." she said giving me a tight smile. She always got like this when talking about my father, but I reassured her that one day, me and Ally would move out.

"You know I couldn't burden you with me and Ally"

"You should at least come over for a visit! The boys are dying to meet you" she said laughing.

I gave her a small smile, but said nothing. We started to get ready for the day; setting the tables, opening the curtains, and brewing the coffee.

The day began as usual, customers flowing in and out of the diner, piles of dishes in the sink, half eaten lunches on the table. My mood seemed to get better as the day went on; a stranger had left a 20 dollar tip and I hadn't managed to burn myself all day. I found myself humming to the soft jazz playing into the background as I wiped down tables.

As I was cleaning the counter, I heard the door ring and a bustle of people coming in. I didn't turn around assuming Amy would cover it, but she soon ran into the kitchen with a handful of dishes that looked like she got all wrong. She gave me a helpless look, and I returned a reassuring glance telling her I would handle it. She gave me a grateful smile before running into the kitchen shouting orders as she went. I sighed turning around to look at the clock reading a half hour before the day was over. My eyes scanned across the customers already taken care of to the new group seated only to have a sudden panic as I recognized who they were. 

In all their fame and glory, sat Stacy Lambert, Lexi Magilis, Andre Collins, and my eyes finally landed on him. He was the head of the pack, girls fell to his knees as he walked, and I'm pretty sure if he stepped in a pile or crap, girls would line up to clean his shoe. Gross right? There he was. Jake Stevens, undeniably hot, douche bag.

We'd been in multiple classes since the seventh grade but I was nothing more to him than scum on his shoe. He'd had his way around the girls in my grade but hadn’t managed to reach my level of unpopularity. I was a nobody to them, just someone who sat alone at lunch, always missing a partner in class, never having a friend. Unfortunately, Amy was a year older than me and already attended college leaving me to suffer one more year of high school. 

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t. What are they doing here?!? Oh my god, what am I going to do?! Okay, breathe, Jaime, breathe. 

I took a deep breath, trying to contemplate what to do. All the waitresses were busy with other tables, and I seemed to be the only one available. For 6 years, I've managed to avoid any contact with any of them, and now I'd have to confront them face to face, I hate my life. I decided after for years of hiding, I was going to do just that. I spun on my heels and quickly made my way to the kitchen. As I was opening the door, I heard him. His voice rang out so sweet in my ears.

"Hey!" Waitress!"

sh*t.

I turned to find Jake waving at me with a smug look on his face. I groaned and silently made my way over to the table. I could feel the scrutinizing looks from Lexi and Stacy, and I felt Andre's eyes make their way down my body. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and pulled my shirt up trying to cover up in the best way. I turned my eyes to Jake's green eyes staring at me, the smirk still traced on his face. I took another deep breath, praying that I wouldn't make a fool out of myself. 

"Welcome to Sally's, can I help you?"


A/N: There might be some editing mistakes, so just let me know and I'll fix them.
 Secrets
Chapter 1
Pt. 1
Sometimes, I wish my life was just a bad dream.
That I could wake up back to reality, and everything would be okay.
I'd have friends, a family, and I'd be happy in my own little world.
But this little world of mine didn't exist.
My reality was filled with hatred, violence, and desperation to escape.
Maybe that's why I was so messed up.
I had nobody to put me onto the right path. Tell me that my actions were wrong. Comfort me when I needed them too.
Without my little sister to care for, I would have taken that jump off the bridge.
I wish that I could go back to the good days when my life wasn't always like this.
When there were happy times. Showered with love and affection from my parents; given everything I could ever ask for.
I was so stupid, so naive; I never thought that one day I wouldn't have a family anymore. That my family was all I ever needed, all I really wanted.
I don't blame god for what happened. I don't blame my father either. I blame myself.
I can't help but think I could have done something. Maybe if that car hadn't come out of nowhere, my life wouldn't be so screwed up. My family wouldn't be broken, my father would stop drinking, and my mother would be brought back from heaven.
I know it's never going to happen, but a girl can dream right? I just wish that one day, I'll have the answers to my problems. One day, my purpose to be living will be answered. That one day I'll feel that same warmth that I had felt so many times before.
That one day, that hole in my heart can be filled again with that same love and affection that I had felt so many years before.
That one day, I could be happy.
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Jaime's P.O.V
"JAIME, GET DOWN HERE!"
I cringed at the ice laced in his voice as he screamed causing me to clutch my sister tighter.  She was on the verge of tears, shaking so bad that not even the comfort of my arms could subside her.  All I could do was cover her ears and hope that everything could be alright.  My father banged on the door swearing loudly. The pictures hung up on the wall shook so hard, I was sure they would fall.
I knew without seeing my father that he was drunk, swaying back in forth with a bottle of beer in his hands, trying to beat up his only children.
He was always like this. Every day he would go to work and return drunk blaming us for the death of our mother.  "GET OUT HERE YOU WORTHLESS B*TCH"
I quickly stood up pushing the dresser in front of the door, and ushered Ally to the closet.  We sat in our makeshift panic room quietly grabbing onto each other for comfort until the bangs on the door had disappeared and the house was quiet again.
I could imagine my father passed out somewhere in the house. Broken glass everywhere and furniture ruined was sure to be discovered in the morning.
By then, Ally was asleep clutching to her old elephant stuff animal; something our mother had given her when she was born. 
She was so strong that it hurt me to see her like this. When our mother died, it seemed like she had matured 10 years, not even needing my help for anything. 
But at times like this, she turned back into an innocent little girl again, pleading to have her mother with her. 
It broke my heart every time I saw a tear roll down her face, full of the pain that my father had inflicted on us.  We were all hurting inside, wishing for the better life when my mother was with us.  "I'll get us out of this Ally, I promise". I kissed her forehead before joining her in a deep sleep. 
I woke to a pain in my back and a headache so bad I wanted to pass out. I groaned, sitting up and stretching feeling my body ache from sleeping on the floor.  I gazed lovingly at my sister curled up against the wall. Her blond curls and bright blue eyes she got from our mother made her look so beautiful.
I  gently scooped her into my arms and carried her to my bed, tucking her under the covers.  Trying not to wake her, I moved the dresser to the side and opened the door. The house was a familiar quiet. My father was at work and would return  in a few hours wasted.
I yawned at my lack of sleep and thanked god that it was Sunday.  I quickly changed into my work clothes pulling the sleeves down to cover the recent bruises I had recieved, and called Ms. Fitz to let her know I was leaving.  Ms. Fitz has been my neighbor since I was a child and if it wasn’t for her generous hospitality towards Ally, I don't know what I would do.  She didn't know the details of our relationship with my father, but she was an old friend of my mom
so I think she felt a sense of responsibility for us.
Leaving a note for Ally, I quickly ushered out the door and started the long walk to the diner.

A/N: Part 2 is already up due to this chapter being too long.  Make sure to leave feedback(;