defygravity906

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Joined: April 4, 2009
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Birthday: December 9
user id: 72396
Gender: F

Quotes by defygravity906







I CARE FOR HIM knowin
(i may never have him)

 



 




ththinaboupaiis.....
                                                         it demands to be felt

 


WTAKINTERESITHLIVES
                             
Of the people we hate.
 
 

LOL. I've been on witty since April 4, 2009 and have 88 followers.
I can't keep writing this story... I've fallen back into a depression and this story's not helping. I'm sorry to all my readers. Thanks for reading. 
Signing off...
Trying to get the word out about my new story!
If you enjoy reading stories on Witty, I encourage you to try reading mine,


~The Broken Parachute~

I would love to get more readers. It is a true story about me and my first love.
The first chapter can be found on my profile or in the link below. Additional chapters can be found on my profile!
I hope to have some fellow wittians who will be interested!:)
http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6835552
Trying to get the word out about my new story!
If you enjoy reading stories on Witty, I encourage you to try reading mine,


~The Broken Parachute~

I would love to get more readers. It is a true story about me and my first love.
The first chapter can be found on my profile or in the link below. Additional chapters can be found on my profile!
I hope to have some fellow wittians who will be interested!:)
http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6835552

~The Broken Parachute~

Chapter 2 - Impressions
 

       Days, weeks, and months went by and nothing become of this boy, Matthew Gianni. I would pass him in the halls every morning before school began, but I thought nothing of him. He seemed like the type of guy who was friends with everyone; always giving people high fives and what not. I personally thought this made him come off a little cocky. Who was I to care? The only time I had ever spoken to him was one afternoon in a hot, crowded mall. He was nothing to me. Not yet at least.
 

Thoughts? Comments? Questions?
Short chapter, yes I know. Because this chapter was so short I plan on having chapter 3 up very soon.
I would love to receive feedback from my readers. Please help to spread the word about my new story too.
If you have not read Part I or II of Chapter 1, you will find the link below. Thanks for reading!:)
Chapter 1, Part I:
http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6835552
Chapter 1, Part II: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6835644

~The Broken Parachute~

Chapter 1 - January 7, 2012
Part II

 

       I know what you’re thinking. The “you” I may be referring to must have been a boy from the party; maybe the conceited one or possibly Garrett. I did not meet this boy at the party. He entered my life earlier in the day.
       It was nothing special, just an average day of shopping right after the holidays to spend all that Christmas cash. I was with my best friend, Ellie, the one who lives right next door. I also happened to be texting a very close guy friend of mine, Cole, who coincidentally was at the mall as well. I told him we should meet up. He agreed and we made arrangements to meet in the apple store.
       The mall was packed full of people. I always hated when the mall was crowded. It made me feel like I was suffocating.
       Ellie and I entered the apple store which was overflowing with people. I looked around, but couldn’t see Cole. I texted him, “Where are you?” I then saw his head peek over a mob of people. He squeezed his way through the crowd and managed to make his way over. He was with someone.
       “Hey Hallie,” he greeted me with a smile, “This is my friend, Matt Gianni. He’s a junior at our school.”
       I didn’t recognize him. He had dark brown hair and was just a little taller than me. I will admit that I thought he was cute, but I wasn’t the “love as first site” type of person. I never expected this boy to ever become a greater aspect of my life.

 

Thoughts? Comments? Questions?
I would love to receive feedback from my readers. Please help to spread the word about my new story too.
If you have not read Part I of Chapter 1, you will find the link below. Thanks for reading!:)
Chapter 1, Part I:
http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6835552

*Note: First names are real (for the most part). Last names are fake.


 

~The Broken Parachute~

Chapter 1 - January 7, 2012
Part I

 
        
       It’s amazing how clear this day sticks out in my memory. It was two days before my oldest brother was headed back to school to begin his second semester. My parents went into the city to have dinner with some old friends. My brothers and I were home alone when a few of their friends showed up. I sat quietly in our family room watching television while they screwed around in our upstairs playroom. I knew they were drinking. I had never seen either of my brothers drunk before. I never figured it would be a big deal especially when it came to witnessing my oldest brother in that state.
       “Hallie, Reed and I are kind of having a party tonight so there might be people down here,” My oldest brother, Ben, explained, “Don’t worry too much about it. Also, don’t text mom and dad about it.”
       My brothers and I had this “you keep my secret, I keep yours” policy. They honestly weren’t bad people. They were simply just normal college students who partied and got drunk. I didn’t think too much of it. I knew they planned to tell our parents eventually.
       While I was alone downstairs, three seniors from my school showed up in the kitchen. One I recognized. He was a boy from the neighborhood, Garrett. I had known him since I was little. Another boy walked into the room in which I was sitting. He started talking to me and going off about how popular he was. It amused me.
       As the night went on, I watched as the boys drank. I watched as my brothers drank. Slowly, more people entered the kitchen, more beer bottles were opened, and more sips were taken. I started to feel a little overwhelmed. I was a fourteen year old high school freshman surrounded by drunken high school seniors and college students. I didn’t know what to do.
       Finally my oldest brother entered the room. He started talking to me and asking questions. I didn’t respond. He wasn’t completely wasted. He may have actually been the furthest from it. He looked at me and asked, “What’s wrong?” I remand silent and simply turn my head into a pillow. He came around, sat down, and put his arm around me as a cried into his shoulder. I explained how I didn’t like the atmosphere I was in. I didn’t like being around these people who I barely knew while they were intoxicated. I explained how I didn’t like seeing my two brothers, especially him, in this state.
       “Listen, this is what teenagers do. Believe it or not, this will be you one day,” he explained. He then walked me through the crowd of people and to my best friend's house who lived right through the woods. I hugged my brother goodbye and thanked him.
       Sometimes I look back on this date and wish that it would leave my memory. Then I look back on it and realize this was the day I met you.

Thoughts? Comments? Questions?
Some of you may have read my short story, The Broken Parachute. Well now I am beginning to write a full version. It will be much different and include a lot more detail. Also, don't expect to read the same ending. If you have not read my short story and would like to, the links will be found below:
Part I: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6830068
Part II: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6830986