Ireland201

Status: Sometimes what you like and what you feel is right are two different things, and they clash. Goodbye.
Joined: August 13, 2012
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Birthday: August 17
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Location: Ireland
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Gone.
 
 Bye Witty.
Thanks for being there for me, 
but I have promises to keep and I cannot
fulfil them on this website.


 

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Movie Star
Chapter 1
Hayley


 
     "Glad to see you finally decided to join us, Miss Threadgold," my English teacher, Mr. West, said as I walked casually into the classroom....twenty minutes late. I hadn't been to school in about two weeks. I'd been.....sick. Oh, who am I kidding? I was at Ronnie's getting drunk, as usual.
     "Thank you, John," I said, smiling up at him. "Did you miss me?"
     Mr West glared at me and a few of the people in the class snickered - he wasn't the right teacher to mess with. Like I cared.
     "Not really," he spat. "Take your seat."
     "I'm hurt," I said, smirking. He rolled his eyes.  I went to the back of the class and took my assigned seat next to Neil Martin. Ew. I 
hated him. He was a goody-two-shoes and I could just tell he hated me too - not that I'd ever actually talked to him. I didn't need to talk to him. I knew we  would never get along.
     "As I was saying," Mr. West continued on from where I had interrupted.
     I rolled my eyes and sat back, taking out my phone. Three messages from Ronnie, my best friend. Well, my
 only friend. She was like me, but that wasn't too good. We argued lots, but I could count on her to have my back. She lived two hours away, though. I replied to her text.
     Neil Martin nudged me. "Ew. What do 
you want?" I spat - it came out a little louder than I intended it to, but who cared what he thought? Or anyone else in the school for that matter.
     He nodded towards the top of the class, where Mr. West was glaring at me. He made his way down to my table. "Phone," he said, putting his hand out.
     I laughed. "John, do you really need to take my phone? Can't you afford your own? Go buy a cool one, you won't want mine - it's a crappy little thing," I said, stuffing my phone up my sleeve.
     Ten minutes later, I was sitting outside the principal - Mr. Long's -  office for "disturbing class." All I was doing was talking to Mr. West. How is that disturbing everyone else? Assh.le
     A boy with black spiky hair and no school uniform stormed out of the office. I knew him - everyone did. He was the male version of me. James Dillon. Man, that boy sure was good looking.
     "Hey there, Hayley," he said, winking at me. "What are you doing here?"
      I held up the little slip of paper that Mr. West had given me. "Disturbing the class," I said, rolling my eyes. "How about you?"
     "I haven't worn my uniform in three months. I think Mr. Long is started to get p..sed off," he said, smiling crookedly.
     "Ah, Hayley," Mr. Long said from the door of his office.
     "Fionn," I said, smiling up at him. "Long time no see. I'm sorry I haven't been round in a while to pay you a visit."
      Mr. Long grinned and walked back into his office, telling me to follow him. I liked Mr. Long - he understood me. He understood that I wasn't going to change. End of story.
     "Good luck, princess," James said, winking at me as I stood up.
     "I ain't no princess," I said, smiling flirtatiously at him as I followed Mr. Long into the office.
 
Author's Note:
Yeah, so, did I do good? :) What do you think? Let me know! I love feedback.
Two chapter because the start is so boring.
It gets better.
Oh and if you don't understand some words just ask me because they might not be used in USA/Uk/Canda/wherever.
Thanks Witty<3

 


Movie Star
Preface
Unkown Point of view


 
     He stood, tall yet defeated-looking, in the center of the stage, determined to share her story. After twenty-two years since the 'incident', he'd finally finished the film. It was said to be the best film that this film festival had ever seen. He'd come all this way to show us her story.
     I took my pen in my hand, ready to judge. He cleared his throat.
     "I find it hard to talk about this film," he said. "If you don't understand why now, you will by the end of the film. I don't know how to explain it, but here goes.
     "This is the story of the most beautiful girl I have ever known. She sat beside me in English for years, and I never looked twice at her. I misjudged her completely, and I now am glad I did. Because, if I hadn't have misjudged her, I would never have gotten to love her. Let me tell you now, that this film will stay with you forever, but not because of any camera trick or because of any directer. It will stay with you because of the beautiful girl that it is about. It will stay with you because she can entice anyone into her world. It will stay with you because she has something special about her, something so special that words cannot describe it. She is the bravest, strongest, most kind-hearted person I have ever known, and I ever will know.
     "So, don't congratulate me if the film wins, congratulate her. Congratulate the movie star.

     "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the story of Hayley Threadgold."
 
Author's Note:
Hello Witty:) I'm back! I know this is short, but I couldn't drag it out too much or else y'all would get bored. Stick with this story, it gets much better. Trust me. This is by far the best story I have written.
There might be another chapter today because this one makes no sense and is boring. Might.
Only if there's feedback:3
Do you like the preface? I always wanted to do one so..yeah..I did!
Also, the point of view for this story isn't important, so don't get worked up about it.
Feeback lovelies <3 Thanks.

 

Don't worry if you're single.
God is looking at you right now, 
saying,
"I'm saving this one
for somebody
special."
When i was young he would say
"take that rage, put it on a page
take the page to the stage
blow the roof off the place"
im trying to make you proud 
do everything you did
i hope you're up there
with God saying
"that's my kid."


It should be
 

 called

embarrssing personal question or

awkward sexual task,

not truth or dare. 


nmf/nmq



Staring at thbottom of

your glass hopinone dayou'll make a dream last

Dreams come slow, and they go so
fast 

You see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you'll  
understand why

everything you touch only dies 

[]

nmf
 
"You love me, real or not real?"


"Real."

katniss everdeen & peeta mellark
nmf

Next tme
Epilogue


I sat down in my old, wooden chair as the three children played in my front garden. I glanced to my left, at the unoccupied seat next to me. I sighed, remembering the good-old-days when my husband and I would sit in the garden and watch our children play. It was hard to believe I was now watching my grandchildren play. Life just flew by.
It seemed like it was only yesterday that I was twenty-five and was getting married. 
The sun was setting, and the cool, summer breeze blew my grand-daughter's golden hair away from her face.
I reflected my life so far, as I did every now and again. Eighty-eight years is a long time, but it doesn't be long flying by.
Dylan and I had gone to America for a year when we were eighteen. It was only meant to be him going, but we couldn't stand to be without eachother for so long. Jake didn't mind that he didn't go after about three months in college, as he had fallen madly in love with a girl called Ally. They had gotten married a year later.
 I'd gotten married to my first real love, Dylan - I no longer counted what I had with Aidan as love because what I had with Dylan was so much stronger.
Together, we'd had three children. Two boys and then a girl. Our eldest son - who looked exactly like my father - had had three children, two girls and a boy, who were always at my house playing in the garden. Our other son looked like Dylan, and our daughter looked like me.
I missed Dylan. When he died, I was so angry and heartbroken. I've begun to accept it, though. I'll be with him again one day, but, for now, he was happy. He was up in Heaven with Jake and my parents and his parents and Andy and his sister.
I'm the last one left. Everyone else died.
I began to look forward to death two years after Dylan died. Three years later, and I still look forward to it.
I'll get to see Dad. I'll be reunited with everyone. I think it will be quite nice actually.
Death is inevitable, so why fear it? I welcome it with open arms.
"Grandma, if you were so heartbroken without Granpa, then how do you live? I thought people couldn't live without their true love," my grand-daughter had asked me one day.
"I'll give you some advice, Nicola," I had replied, "And you should follow it. I belive that, one day, I'll be up in Heaven with my Dylan. But, it won't just be Dylan up there. My parents and brother and best friend, Jake, are up there too, waiting for me. I get up every morning and live because I know that some time soon, I'll be back with everyone I love, Of course, all of you will be down here still, but, one day, you and I will be reunited too."
"But, don't you miss Grandpa?" she had asked.
"Yes, I do," I had answered, smiling at her. "But, you see, he never truly left me. Neither did anyone else. You see, my Dylan, your Grandpa, is with me. He's always with me, always protecting me. I know he's there, watching out for me. I know that he always will be there, next to me. "
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IT'S FINISHED!
Incase you didn't understand the ending, she's now an old lady sitting in a chair in her garden watching her grandchildren play. Beside her is the chair Dylan used to sit in, but he doesn't anymore because he died.
 five years earlier :'(
 IF YOU HAVE ANOTHER QUESTIONS ABOUT THE ENDING OF THE STORY THEN PLEASE ASK ME :)
I got bored of this story so just ended it pretty quickly, I know.
I'm taking a break from Witty for a while because I'm working on my next story Movie Star. 
I'll be back!
Thanks for reading this story!! I hope you enjoyed it. Read my next one it's better than this one was :D
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Next tme
Chapter 29


"Jake explained how things were after I left. I never imagined they'd get so bad. I never imagined you'd react that way. I never imagined that the one time I come back to visit my family that I'd see you again. I never imagined I'd have to save you from killing yourself. You've got Dylan now, though. Jake understands. He wants you to be happy. He says he'll never do anything like that again. He says that, if you want him there - although not in the same way he wants you - that he'll stay.
"But, believe me when I say that I never wanted you to die. I never hated you. I don't know why you ever thought that. You're beautiful and deserve better than me. I guess you probably hate me, but I want you to be happy. I never meant to cause this much pain. I never meant to ruin your life, your family's life. I'm sorry. 
"I'm going back to England, so I guess this is goodbye. I just wanted to make sure we didn't part on bad terms. Be happy, okay?"
"Okay."

The words repeated in my head all day. Aidan had been so nice about it. He had acted like it was his fault that I ruined everyones lives.
I sat in the back seat of my mothers car, staring out the window, half asleep. I wondered if I would still have gone crazy if Dad hadn't died just before the whole Aidan disaster. Probably not. 
"We're here," Dylan whispered to me.
The car had stopped, and Mum and Andy were getting out.
I got out too, followed by Dylan.
All four of us walked through the small, black gates and weaved our way through the headstones. We stopped at the small, grey one under the shelter of an oak tree. We stood silently, staring at it.
Andrew Forbes.
24 February 1965 - 26 May 2008.
Beloved father, husband and brother.
Rest in Peace.

Underneath the writing, there was a short poem.
 Daddy's with the angels.
Daddy's in the stars.
I know he's up in Heaven,
guarding all our hearts.

In my head, I told Dad everything I missed about him; his laugh, his smile, his singing. I told him all the things I was sorry for. I told him I was okay now. I told him that I had Dylan, and things would be okay. Everything would settle down. Jake was going to find someone, someday. He'd be fine. I told him I knew he looked out for Mum, but that she'd be okay too. I told him that Andy would be fine. Everything would be okay.
It seemed as though I was trying to convince myself, too. But, then, Dylan took my handand squeezed it gently, and I knew I didn't need to worry.
My family was all around me; Mum, Andy and I. Jake could count as family too. He'd stay. I knew he would.
My father was with me, watching me, looking out for me, everywhere I went.
And, most importantly, Dylan - who I'd loved for years without even realizing it and who, for some strange reason, loved me too - was standing, our hands locked together, next to me.
THE END.


 


Next tme
Chapter 28


I had figured it out now. The dream. I knew what it meant. I knew why it used that photo. I knew the important detail that I'd been missing. I knew what the look in Jake's eyes meant.  I understood, but I felt no relief. I felt worse than I did when I hadn't known.
Dylan explained the missing piece.
"You are so blind, Emily," he had said, smiling smlightly. "Jake is in love with you. He doesn't hide it, and you never even noticed."
When I was with Dylan, it hurt Jake. I couldn't have them both. Jake knew this, and he did the first thing that came into his head - he tried to kill himself.
The look in his eyes was a reflection of his pain - how stupid was I not to notice that?
Andy told me that Jake had been there for me after Aidan left. He told me that when Dylan came along, Jake felt that I didn't need him anymore. He knew I was happy, and that was all he wanted.
While I thought over the past few days with Jake, I sat, curled up, on the sofa, drowning in my own hatred for myself. For years I had hurt Jake and never even bothered to check if he was alright.
"Hey, Emily." Dylan's voice came from behind me. I looked around, and he stood at the back of the sofa, looking perfect as ever.
"Hi," I muttered, turning back around and resting my forehead on my knees. There was a few minutes of silence, and I wondered if Dylan hated me as much as I hated myself.
"Why did you try to kill yourself?" Dylan whispered. I looked up - Dylan was sitting beside me now. I stared at him for a moment. "Jake says it's because you felt guilty, but was it because you love him...and can't live without him?"
I gulped. "I don't know," I whispered. "I do love him, but I'm not sure if I love him like a brother or like how I love..." 
"Like how you love...?" Dylan asked.
"You," I said, my voice cracking.
Dylan smiled. "Jake won't hold that against you. He tried convince me that you loved me and not him, but I wouldn't let him think like that. Not after....everything."
"I'm going to miss you," I said, still whispering, a tear rolling down my face. "I promise you, that's the only reason I never kissed you - nothing to do with Aidan."
He was silent again for a short while. "You do know that the guy that saved you from drowning is the same Aidan as the one you're talking about, don't you?"
I nodded. "I just didn't want to believe it."
"He saved you because he didn't like the thought of you dying....not because he loves you," he said.
"I know."
"He feels guilty now. The whole thing is kind of his fault," he mumbled.
"I know."
"I'm going to miss you more," he whispered. It took a few seconds for my brain to figure out what he was talking about.
"Oh." I didn't dare say anymore, fearful that I'd break down.
"I love you," he whispered.
My bottom lip trembled and the waterworks were about to start.
Dylan had another week, and then he was going back to America.
He kissed my forehead, and got up and left. I waited until the door slammed shut, and then burst into tears.
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Sorry if there are mistakes I was too lazy to check it.
Oh, I started writing Movie Star. It's cool. You should read it. It's gonna be long tho.... :/
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