hahaha heyy it's jade(: and i'm not from london i'm from the states. the southern to be exact! woot woot!! i have like a MILLION (and one) accounts on here but this one is strictly for the story i'm writing called MY LIFE MEANS SOMETHING (plus some other stuff)
the story line is vvvvv that way... what can i say? i like to write.
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so uhmmmmm i'm 16. I'ma follower of Christ. Jun1or2 baby! that's what's up!!! iplay softball
i like ----> reading, writing, music, PAULY D, THE SITUATION, Make it or break it, Army Wives, watching softball, Pretty Little Liars, Poetry, bundling up under the covers, making inside jokes with my friends.
i enjoy coloring, chicken nuggets, silly bands, writing, reading, texting, making silly arguements with my friends, talking to GOD, listening to music, Facebook, && WittyProfiles. sooooo yeahh
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i dislike ----> LIARS, CHEATERS, people who don't give a crap on the softball field and slack off, Disappointing people who i care about, the word "maybe"
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SToRYLiNE to MY LIFE MEANS SOMETHING
Jamison lyle has everything. Being the star quarterback for his local high school, everything seems to fall right into his hands. All the colleges are scouting him, all the girls wanna be his girl, all the guys wanna hang out with him, and those who don't get the chance admire and look up to him from afar. One night something radically changes Jamison's life. He starts spiraling down and the one person that can put him back on the right track? He'd never thought he would associate with in a million years!
Characters
Jamison Lyle
Jared Lyle
Jaymi Lyle
Mikah Jones
Jane McDaniel
Kaitlyn Haleigh
Mae Hawkins
Ben Gold
J.J. Gold
Kyle Hanks
Marissa Truvell
I quickly
got up and extended my hand to help her up.
Mikah tugged my sleeve and was pulling me
with him. “Dude come on.”
I stumbled over my feet and flashed an
apologetic smile to Marissa, then fell in step with Mikah. Our
sneakers flopped against the tile as we walked through the
desolate hallway.
“Dude if I were you… I’d
be scared.”
I half laughed.
“Why?”
“Do you know who you just fell
on?”
“Umm, yeah.”
“You know she’ll twist the story
around. Jane is bound to find out and,” Mikah drew in a
breath, “I’d hate to be on the receiving end of
that wrath.”
“I ain’t worried. All I gotta do
is tell her I’m sorry, buy her something nice, give her a
kiss she’ll never forget, and she’ll forgive me.
Even though it didn’t happen the way Marissa is bound to
tell it.”
We reached our class and there was a note
scribbled in Coach’s handwriting stuck to the
door:
5th hour please go to the
library.
Mrs. Dumont has your assignment with
her.
Mikah and Jamison, go to the field
house.
sorry for the shortness. I'm having
trouble figuring out what to do next. keep reading
though(:
I stopped
so fast Kyle ran smack dab into me, forcing me
forward.
“Wait what?” Kyle and I said
simultaneously.
“I said I’m not going.”
Mikah just shrugged his shoulders and closed his
locker.
“And why not?” Kyle put his hands
on his backpack straps, pulling them forward a
little.
“I just don’t want to. I want to
spend time with Jaymi tonight and I have church in the
morning.”
“Oh yeah Jaymi did say something about
hanging out with you tonight. She likes never stops talking
about you. But dude come on, church? You can skip one
sunday.” I threw my books in my locker next to
Mikah’s and leaned up against it.
“Yeah I could… But I don’t
want to.”
“Alright dude whatever. But you gonna
be missin’ some good stuff!” Kyle started walking
backwards to his next class and almost pummeled a freshman
frantically looking around, taking everything in. You think
that after 3 months of school some kids would get used to it.
Apparently not.
“Let’s go man; we got class to
get to.” Mikah pushed me in the direction of the stairs.
Our next class, Fine Arts, was on the first floor. This class
was a major snore. Mr. Snead droned on and on everyday about
different types of art, and it was torture. His monotone voice
did not help his cause either.
I set my butt on the stair railing and slid
down the stairs, but when I got to the end of the railing I
failed to jump over the knob on the end and the next thing I
knew I was flying through the air, arms and legs wailing
everywhere and Marissa Truvell’s books were in my line of
sight. I caught myself before I hit the floor but not before
knocking Marissa under over. She was laid up under me on her
left side. She pushed up to where she was resting on her elbows
and looked me in the eyes. Resisting the urge to look at her
body and failing epically, my eyes ran down to her chest for a
short second then back into her eyes. If someone were to see us
right now; we would definitely be in some hot
water.
“Well hello to you too, Jamison.
Usually I only let guys come that close to me on special
occasions but you I’ll pardon.” She smiled at me
like she was undressing me in her
mind.
“Well crap” I muttered to
myself.
Mikah just shook his head disapprovingly and
Kyle snorted to stifle a laugh. I leaned back in my chair and
propped my feet on the metal basket attached to the desk in
front of me, which belonged to little Miss Mae Hawkins. I began
bouncing my toes impatiently on the basket and watched
Mae’s brown curls bounce ever so slightly, waiting for
the class to end. I looked around at all the posters and flyers
on the wall and read each one of them about a million times.
The posters above the dry erase board had “Helpful Math
Hints” and “Order of Operations” plastered on
them. Multi-colored flyers by the front and back doors
advertised student council elections and parents looking for
students to watch their kids while they had “alone
time”. But the poster on Mr. Lynne’s desk had
to be the cheesiest of them all; “Caution: You are
now in a positive attitude zone” with a huge
honkin’ smiley face in the background. Man can you say
cheddar cheese with a slice of Swiss? I almost burst out
laughing every time I read it. After finally realizing no
one was paying attention, Mr. Lynne began passing out the
homework for tonight and I heard someone “psst” in
my ear. I took the papers from Mae's smooth ring
clad hand and when I passed them back to Kyle he slipped a
thin piece of paper into my hand. When I unfolded it I
wasn’t surprised with the message it
withheld:
158 Silver Lane Loop
9:00 p.m.
Bring whatever hits the
spot.
Of course, a party invitation. I gave a
quick thumbs-up to Kyle letting him know I’d be there and
then slid the note to Mikah. I proceeded to write my name on my
paper and the bell screeched, signaling the end of the hour. I
finished writing my name and slid my paper into my notebook,
then stacked my notebook on top of my hefty math book and stood
up from my desk.
“So Mikah, what time am I picking you
up?” I slid my books off my desk and walked out of the
room into the mass of kids in the hallway, Kyle and Mikah
flanking my left and right.
“I’m not going.” Mikah said
when we stopped at his locker and his books dropped in with a
THUD.
“Jamison, stop. We’re in the
middle of the hallway… with cameras.” Jane said
pulling away from me and more toward her locker. I slipped my
arms around her waist and held her tight against my body.
“Well then how about tonight?” I brushed back her
rustic auburn hair and gently kissed the back of her neck. I
felt her body slack against mine and mentally congratulated
myself for finding her weak spot. She closed her locker and
leaned up against it. She gave me one of those flirty little
smiles I loved and I put my hand beside her against the lockers
and leaned my tanned forehead against her smooth fair
one.
“You make a guy go crazy.” I told
her as I leaned in for a quick feel of her lips with my
own.
I heard her whisper “good” right
before my lips landed on hers. Her smooth lips moved with mine
like a silent lovers dance. I loved kissing Jane. It was so
easy and natural. Suddenly Jane’s lips tore away from
mine and her head whipped sideways. I turned my head to see
what had interrupted us and I saw a small girl, probably a
freshman, picking up her books that had spilled onto the
hardwood hallway floor. I quickly jogged over and picked up the
rest of the books for the poor girl. Her black hair was spilled
over her face so I’m surprised she could see where her
books were in the first place. As if she heard my thoughts, she
then pulled a black ribbon out of the pocket of her pink jeans
that looked like they were painted on her legs. Loosely pulling
back her hair, she stood up and stray black tendrils of hair
framed her young face. I smiled at her as I handed back her
books and I caught a glimpse of scars that covered her now
exposed forearm – cutters’ marks. She quickly
pulled her jacket sleeve back down and accepted her books from
me. With a small smile she scurried off up the stairs and I
walked back over to Jane.
“How sweet.” She said, giving me
a small kiss on the cheek and heading off to her class. I
barely registered it as I pondered what had made that
girl’s life so bad that she resulted to cutting herself.
I can’t even fathom the fact of intentionally hurting
myself that bad. I shook my head as if it would erase my
thoughts and bounded down the stairs to my advanced math
class.
I peeked into the back door to see if Mr.
Lynne was writing on the board or not so I could sneak in
unseen. I waited a couple of seconds until he went to do an
example on the board and opened the door silently and stealthy
slid into my seat between Mikah and Kyle Hanks, another one of
my teammates. Opening my notebook to act like I had been there
the whole time, I looked up at the board and realized I had no
idea what Mr. Lynne was trying to teach. Math was like another
language to me.
“What page?” I mouthed to
Kyle.
“123.” He mouthed
back.
I opened up my book and saw that the problem
on the board was one of the examples. I quickly skimmed over
the pages and still didn’t comprehend what I was
reading.
“Mr. Lyle. What is the answer to the
problem on the board?” Mr. Lynne’s old voice
cracked a little and faded as he finished his
sentence.
“Uhmm,” I looked down at my book
for a quick answer. “45.”
“I might be old but I’m still one
step ahead of you. I’m glad you are able to read.”
He turned his back to me and began to work out the
problem.
“Oh and welcome to
class.”
My life means
something
#2
3 weeks
earlier
The dull roar of Madden
High's whole student body's cheers penetrated through the
closed hallway doors as I nervously awaited to burst through the
doors, through the paper sign, and join my teammates at half
court. I don't know why i'm so nervous, i've done
this a million times before but this particular monday pep rally
has gotten me more pumped up than usually. this friday is our
town's rivalry game between my high school, Madden High, and
Jacobs High on the other side of the town. Last year in the
rivalry game i threw five touchdown passes and took the title for
the year. Actually we've held the title for the last three
years, since i was a freshman.
"And now for the moment you all have been waiting
for!!" Mr. Smead's pseudo sports announcer voice got
louder as i pulled open one of the gym's big wooden doors.
"Drum roll please."
The band's drum line give him his desired drum roll.
"The one and only, senior sensation, your starting
quarterback, number seven, Jamison "Rocket arm"
Lyles!!!!!"
As the gym erupted in scream and hollering, i ran out the door,
busted through the paper sign reading "4 peat" and
stood there with my raised arms spread over my head, basking in
my fellow students cheers. After taking my glorious fifteen
seconds of fame i lightly jogged over to my teammates and was
greeted with a airborne chest bump from the town's leading
wide receiver and my best friend, Mikah Jones. MY team split like
the Red Sea as me and Mikah walked to stand at the center court.
The gym fell deathly silent as we spun around back to back and I
stopped face-to-face with my little brother Jared, the team's
punter. I smiled in anticipation of what was about to go
down.
"WHO'S GONNA WIN?!" me and Mikah yelled
simultaneously at our team.
"WE'RE GONNA WIN!" they responded at the top of
their lungs
"WE'RE GONNA WIN?!"
"OH YEAHH!"
"WHAT TIME IS IT?!"
"GAME TIME!!"
"I SAID..WHAT TIME IS IT?!?!"
"GAME TIMEEEE!!!!"
Lifting my fist in the air and watching everyone follow me i
yelled
"GLORY ON THREE. GLORY ON THREE.
1.....
2.....
3......"
"GLORY!!!" Everyone yelled, including the fans teachers
and cheerleaders.
As everyone surrounded the team; Mikah, Jared, and I stepped out
of the crowd and led the team out of the gym door and we stormed
the hallway. I felt someone slide their hand into mine and smiled
when i looked over to find my brunette bombshell girlfriend, Jane
McDaniel, had replaced my brother as he headed to his chemistry
class. She was in here black and blue bombers dance uniform that
made her blue eyes pop. As our football team broke formation and
went to our different classes, I stuck behind with Jane by her
locker and waited for her to get her stuff. We never get in
trouble, it's the perks of being the quarterback and the
danceline captain.
"you look good in your uniform," i said; nuzzling my
lips against her neck. "As always"
My life means
something
#1
“Dude I
don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.” I say
as I’m sitting in a leather recliner and a fellow teammate,
Kyle Hanks, is sitting next to on a matching dark brown leather
couch. I’m not sure what time it is but it’s dark
outside. I take a long drag from the joint he just passed me. I
get the familiar weightless feeling that comes with the hit. It
fades fast.
“Umm let’s see. We’re
in my house. You have a joint in your right hand and a beer in
your left. Marissa is sitting on yourrrrr lap and you’re
sssssurrounded by your friendssss.” Kyle slurs, which
clearly tells me that he’s had one too many
tonight.
“That’s not what I’m
talking about dude. I was just thinking wha—.” My
reply was cut off with Marissa’s sultry voice whispering my
ear.
“Stop thinking and just feel. Feel
me.” She put her hands on my chest, feeling her way down to
my upper thighs, and resting her hands on my front pockets. Her
lips trailed my jaw line down to my neck and her tongue slid out
of her mouth onto my neck. I passed the joint to James sitting
next to me on the wall and pushed Marissa closer to me, my hand
resting on her bare lower back… Wait. Bare?! I turn my
head and finally register Marissa’s lingerie clad body
grinding against me. She slides her soft lips over to mine and
starts kissing me over and over again.
“Marissa stop.” I whisper as
she tried to send her tongue beyond my lips.
“No baby just enjoy it.” She
whispered back, trying again to push her tongue past my lips.
I muster up all the force I can in
my half-high half-drunk state and push her away.
“Stop.”
“JL what’s wrong with you
tonight?” Kyle was now lying on the pool table, where a
brunette in black lingerie was sliding her hands under his white
shirt while playfully biting his neck. That made a soft moan
escape Kyle’s lips.
“Nothin’ man. I just
need some fresh air.” I pushed Marissa to the floor and,
stepping over her body, stumbled to the kitchen and threw my can
away. After a quick stop at the kitchen counter to catch my
breath and to stop my spinning head, I pushed my way out of the
front door and took a seat on the sidewalk. I dug around my
pocket for my phone and got ready to speed dial the number of the
only person who I know would bail me out of all this and bring me
back to normal. I was about to hit call when reality hit me and I
began to remember what had happened to me three weeks ago. The
one person that could help me was no longer in my life. And for
the first time in three weeks I allowed myself to
cry.
I take a
deep breath and close my
eyes.
The darkness of my
eyelids seems to calm me.
I’ve been told to picture the last thing that brought me peace.
I picture your
smile,
The way you shake your head and laugh
When I do something cute and crazy.
I picture your hand,
And the way your fingers ever so smoothly slid into mine.
And at last I can
picture your essence,
Your very
being.
The way my mind goes out
of wack
When I think of who you really are.
__close my
eyes__
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