Nikia

Status: I'm probably one of the weirdest people you'll ever meet. :3
Joined: June 21, 2012
Last Seen: 1 decade
Birthday: September 13
user id: 310601
Location: Leicester
I'm Nikia, you can email me at:
nikiaavey@yahoo.co.uk
I enjoy writing stories.
I want to be an author.
I am currently trying to write 3 novels which my undivided attention is on.
I love reading, my favorite author is Cassandra Clare. My favorite book is Graceling by Kristin Cashore.
I own about almost 50 books, though I've read more than that.
I read about a book a day.
:S Once I've read so much I've read all the books (in my age group) at my local library that was interesting.
My favorite characters in stories are:
Katsa and Po from Graceling by Kristin Cashore.
Chloe Saunders(or is it sanders?O_O) from The darkest powers series/triology by Kelley Armstrong. (It confuses me sometimes).
Jace Wayland from The Mortal Instrument Series by Cassandra Clare.
Alexander Sterling from Vampire Kisses by Ellen (forgot her last name).
Tessa Gray from Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare.
Ellie from The possiblity of fireflies by Dominique Paul.
Katniss and Peeta from the hunger games by Suzanne Collins.
XD
I'm shy.
I'm weird.
I'm funny.
I'm awkward.
You might hate me.
Um...
Yeah.
:S
But let's be friends. <3

I'm thankful if you like me, my stories, my quotes, etc... Especially if you follow me and give me feedback. :D
I'm extremely thankful. :)

Quotes by Nikia

"The boundaries which divide life from death
are at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where one ends,
and the other begins?"
-Edgar Alan Poe
So I was on facebook looking on my news feed and this is what it says (I deleted last names for you know, privacy reasons):


Elaine is in a relationship with Ariel.

    You and 4 others like this.
        TJ: gay

        TJ: extra gay

        TJ: with gay sauce

        TJ: drizzled all over that gayness

        Elaine: why are you here

        TJ: well i was supposed to be aborted so idk

        Ashy: I think it's a beautiful thing ^_^

        TJ: abortion? ya it's a beautiful thing

        Ashy: ‎-.-"

        Dylan: It's only beautiful when TJ is aborted. :)

        TJ: awe so sweet

        Riley: O-Face

        Dylan: ♥

        Johnny:You spelled "Johnny (lastname here)" wrong.
    
        Dylan: k
♥ Always have your hopes and dreams and maybe, one day, you'll get a dream catcher and it'll catch your dream. ♥
Being home alone is strongly overrated about how much "fun" it is, the only thing fun to do is to walk around your house naked, talk to your cats and have entire conversations with them, blast your music, stuff your face and not have a care in the world because no one's around to watch you do it.
Why do you think you aren't beautiful, when you are? Is it simply for attention, is it for you want to be told your beautiful or do you truly think you aren't beautiful? Because you are, in so many ways I can't explain. So, please, stop doubting yourself and wear your smile... Because you're the prettiest when you smile. :)
Hi followers and wittians. :3 How are you?:D

Love and it's circumstances

Part Fourteen.

(part of the second chapter).

 

 

"Dillian James!" I yell at her and then look back down.

"Dillian James?" My mom pauses and I feel her sit down on my bed, next to me. I'm still admiring my black converses I haven't took off yet. "Why does that last name sound familiar?" She asks.

I look to my mom, her clear face looked so different from mine. It made me wonder if she was even my real mother. "...Probably because his family owns practically everything in town." I say sarcastically, though it's not sarcastic, because they do practically own everything in town.

My mom sighed. "Oh, Lissa, how did you get yourself into this mess? You shouldn't be thinking that you're pregnant."

I know... "Lily wanted me to go to this party.  I drank some punch there, I guess someone must've spiked it or something."

My mom hugs me, then get's up off of my bed. "We'll set up a meeting with a doctor tomorrow. You'll miss school." She says, then leaves my bedroom.

 

Love and it's circumstances

Part Thirteen.

(part of the second chapter).

 

 

"Lissa, you look sick." My mom says. I wish I looked like my mom, she has long wavy dark brown hair with a perfect olive toned complexion. Sadly I look like my caveman of a father, who really needed to shave -- and he needed to shave everywhere. His black hair covered his body, I suspect he used to have brown hair like mine. He has a peach fuzz beard, which he needed to shave too. His head hair was cut to where it spiked up when he put gel on it.

I look between my mom and dad carefully and don't think about what I'm about to say. They're going to kill me, I know they will. "I think I'm pregnant." As soon as I say this, I burst out in tears. I can't believe I'm telling this to my parent's, I'm only 15... I just turned 15 in September. It isn't fair.

Mom and dad's expressions turn from anger to terror.  "How?" My mom asked and then froze in the horror of what she just asked. "Never mind how, I know how. I meant, who's the father?"

Dillian James. I didn't say his name, I couldn't say it. What if he finds out? He can't know... He might make fun of me.

I ran upstairs in my room, to avoid saying it. More tears swelled up in my eyes.

My mom wasn't going to let this drop, so she followed me up to my room. "So, Allissa, who's the father?" She glared at me.

I still can't say his name and look down to stare at the ground, and I start playing footsies with my own feet. "I said I think, I might be pregnant... I don't know for sure if I am yet."

"Well, fine then. Who's the father if you are pregnant?"

Dillian James. Lissa, you need to say it... Tell your mom. Maybe she won't tell him. I cover my mouth and look up and shake my head. I can't tell her, I can't say it.

"For God's sake, Lissa, just tell me his name. Tell me the guy you lost your f***ing virginity to!" My mom yelled at me, her blue eyes were fierce and full of anger.

 

Love and it's circumstances

Part Twelve.

(part of the second chapter).

 

 

My fingers numbly find their way to my stomach. What if I am? What am I going to do?

When I leave the bathroom, I'm not prepared to face my friend's, Dillian or my family. But I have no choice apparently, because Dillian is standing right outside the girl's bathroom with some gorgeous woman on his arm.

Her curly black hair fitted around her heart shaped face perfectly. "You're in my way." The girl shoved her way past me.

Dillian smiles at me and leans his back carelessly against the wall. "It's rather pathetic how you and your friend's stalk me."

I vomit on Dillian shoes, I look up to see his face. "...Sorry." I cover my mouth and run out.

His expression told me he was angry.

Tears streaking down my face, I stumble my way home.

Dillian didn't like me before, now he probably despises me.


When I finally reach home, my parent's are fighting over something my sister Callie has done.

"Mom... Dad..." I say flatly, like I have lost my personality. I sit down in the living room and watch as they acknowledge my existence.

 

Love and it's circumstances

Part Eleven.

(part of the second chapter).

 

 

I don't understand how people care so much about popularity, I rather be the girl in the back of the room who hides... Why can't people be happy with who they are and what they have? "Yeah it'd be amazing." I lied. The thought of Lily and Dillian dating made me feel sicker than I already feel.

"So do you want to go?" Lily asks, putting her hands to her hips and standing like she's posing.

"Uh, sure." I got up.

Lily picked me out an outfit. An olive green blouse, skinny jeans and a pair of black converse. Then she yelled at me because I have nothing "attractive" to wear or anything to wear that makes me "unique"/"different"/"stand out".

By the time we arrive at the party, I feel like I'm about to vomit. I don't when I realize I'm not in a secluded place and people are looking at me weird.

Dillian is walking around talking to the party-goers. I am doing my best to avoid him... Because since I woke up naked next to him, it's been awkward.

I find my group, Emma, Savannah, Lily, Chis and Randy by the food table. I realize I'm starving when I see all the food, so I pick out a bunch.

"I thought you were sick." Randy says.

"I am... Or was." I blush.

"That's a lot of food." Savannah acknoldges the 4 chicken leg's on my plate.

I suddenly get an ill feeling and jump up and run to the bathroom. After I'm done throwing up, I clean myself up and am left staring at my reflection in the mirror. I'm so ugly, pale and short. I hate my appearance... My stomach aches more.

Why do I feel this way?

I look to the wall, where a florescent blue baby changer was nailed to the wall.

That's when it hits me... What if I'm pregnant?