Format by Sandrasaurus
Perfect - Chapter 1
Sydneys POV
I ran through the darkness. My head hurt and so did every other pat on my body. I was scarred for life. I head somebody running close behind me. I panicked. I tried to run faster but my ribs started to hurt. There was a light. "Finally." I barely breathed out. I saw an alley and ran into it. I leaned against the wall, catching my breath. But I had to keep running. Even though I didn't know where I was, I couldn't let him find me. I checked to see if nobody else was there. I heard footsteps. They sounded close. But I was too late to realize, they were too close. Before I knew it, I got hit with something. I tumbled into a hole of blackness.
My story
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Hey guys! I guess you
already know that my name is
Sydney. I'm 15 years old. My
hair is dark dark brown, almost
black. My eyes are
golden. Im pale but not
alot. Im skinny but still
attractive. My boyfriend, or ex
boyfriend. Because personally I
broke up with him a while ago.
But if I really did. Well,
you'll find out what he would
do later. Anyways, his name is
Jake. He's been abusing of me
for a while now and I'm sick of
it. But I can't do anything
because he's threatened to kill
my parents. It's not like I
care about them anyways. When I
told them what Jake had done,
all they said was that I
shouldn't be lying. I hated
them to death since then. Even
though they saw he was all
muscle ripped 6 foot guy, they
still didn't believe me. Well I
guess I'll tell you how it went
from then.
Format by Sandrasaurus not my format
Long Journey . Chapter 7
The week went great. Now it was Friday night
and I had nothing to do. Suddenly my phone rang. I answered
it:
Me: Hello?
Jason: Hey whats up
Me: Nothing..
Jason: I was wondering if I could come over.
Me: At .. what 10:00 PM? Sure...
Jason: Great
I hung up. a couple minutes later my doorbell
rang. I ran to the door and opened it. "Hi" Jason said,
smiling. "Hello!" I replied, also smiling like an
idiot. "Come on lets go to my room!" I told Jason. We
went to my room. I sat on my bed and he sat beside me. "So
why'd you want to come over?" I asked Jason.
"Well... I was thinking about us. Just being friends though!
And I wanted to ask you if you liked me..." Jason said,
shyly. "Oh..." I said. " So do you?" He
asked, " Be honest" "Well then, honestly, I
completely do." I said to him. "Really?!" He
asked, amazed. "Yes."
Long Journey. Chapter 6
Later that day, I decided I'd go to
Jasons house. I started feeling totally American. The way I said
things. My expression. All that stayed, was my look. I changed
into my white and red dress that reached my mid thighs. Silver
flip flops, and I tied my hair in a messy bun. Oh, what could
happen to me in a day. I went over to Jasons house. I rang the
doorbell. Jason answered. "Hey!" He said, surprised
because he thought I wouldn't come over.
"Hi" I said smiling, trying to be nice to him. "Come in, I'll show you to my room." Jason said. "Great" I replied. Jasons room was neat and organized, I liked it. Except, the walls were black. Slightly odd. " Come, sit." He said and motioned for me to come sit besides him on a white leather couch. I sat. "So how you doing? " He asked, looking at me.
I looked back at him, Jason had long black hair, brown eyes, and a cute smile. I stared at him for a while. " Mel?" He said. "Wha? Oh. Sorry , I zone out sometimes." I said, embarrassed. "Thats ok" He said, slightly laughing. I couldn't help but smile. I had barely known him for what, 2 weeks. Was I really falling for him? I noticed that I was staring at him again . But he was staring at me too. "Woah." He suddenly said. "What?" I asked. "Your beautiful..." He said shyly. That brightened my day. Not even... It just lifted my spirits. Literally. "Thanks.. I guess. " I said. Trying not to look dumbstruck.
Long Journey. Chapter 5
While going to my first class,
algebra, this girl talking to a group of her friends called out
to me. "Hey gurly!" She said. " Um..
hi." She wore just what I thought. A skin tight tank top,
with about 5 inch shorts. Not pleasant, say. "Girlll if you
wanna find some real good friends to partayyy! With, call me
sometime." She continued. I now knew who I didn't want
to be friends with. She gave me her number any ways. I followed
Jason to my first class. A bunch of worksheets, blah. My first
day wasn't so bad. After school, Jason offered me a ride back
home. " Might as well.." I said. I hopped into his car.
During the ride, Jason noticed my frustrated expression.
"Whats wrong?" He asked. "Nothing" I said,
looking away. "If you say..." He replied. I arrived
home. I quickly got out of Jason's car. He followed me.
"Hey," He said. I turned around. "You wanna,
umm... Hang out later?" He asked me. "Sure" I
said.
Long journey . Chapter 4.
It was my first day of school in California. The sun shone through my window. I didn't know what to expect. Maybe some girls with tank tops too small for them. 5 inch shorts? Perhaps. To fit in a little, I wore jean capris and a red polo. I put all the things I needed in my pack and headed out without eating.
On my way out, I saw Jason.
"Hey Mel!" He called. I just ignored him. But he
blocked my path. "Mind if I give you a ride?" He asked.
"Very much" I mumbled as I climbed into his Mercedes
Benz. We arrived at the school a while later. I went to get all
my things I needed. Jason followed me. My locker # was
250. "Number 251" Jason said. Oh my... I thought to
myself. Jason took my schedule. "Oh look, same classes. I
must be a lucky winner." He said, sounding happy about
it.
Long journey . . Chapter 3
I showed Jason to my room. well apparently he already knew where he was , because I was most likely following him. When we got to my room, I slumped onto my bed. Jason just leaned against the wall. He spoke first. "So... How do you like it here so far...?" Not a good question I guess.
I
missed all my friends. " Its horrible. TERRIBLE. completely
absolutely just terrible!" I screamed, at the verge of
tears. " Wrong question, I guess?" He asked.
"I'm sorry." I replied. "That's
cool," he said. "I expected it any ways... So how old
are you, Melinda?" He asked. "Just call me Mel." I
mumbled. "And I'm 15." I continued. "Okay,
Mel. I'm 15, too. So we got something in common. Maybe I can
show you around." He said. I started to feel better.
"Maybe..." I said.