storywriter16

ok I seriously havent posted in 10 months >.< and I want to, but my notebooks and binders with all of my stories written, are gone. missing. dissapeared. it is really freaking me out. i poured my heart and soul into the story. if anyone has found them and read them....geez...i dont know what i would do...

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Black or Blonde 2

I woke up the next morning, threw my clothes on, grabbed a bagel and left. Mom was already gone like usual. At the bus stop, a group of kids, about my age, walked up to me.

"What's you're name? I haven't seen you before." The boy with the blue eyes and black hair said, he's about 5'10. "I'm Skylar."

"Why do you care?" I asked glaring.

"Because I want to know," he said coming towards me. "Tell me, now." He was trying to scare me, I realized. I tried to hold back a laugh. 

"How old are you?" A different guy asked. This one had brown hair and black eyes, he was about 5'6. 

"Careful, Mitchel. I don't trust her." Skylar said, not caring if i heard or not. 

"Anyway," I started getting bored. " I'm Victoria, 15, and living with my mom." The bus arrived and I went to the back, they followed.

"You're part of our group," Mitchel stated.

"And if I don't want to be?" They stared at me. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Names." There was only four, now five, people in the group. Three guys and a girl, and I already knew Skylar and Mitchel.

"This is JaNet. We call her Net 'cause she likes to trap adn torture." Skylar gestured to the girl. She had black hair with pink tips and brown eyes. She's shorter than me at 5'2. "And this is Patch, but nobody knows his real name." He gestured to the other boy. He's only five inches taller than me. I'm 5'9, and Patch is 6'2. He had black hair and hazel eyes. He kept looking at me weird. I tried to ignore it.

I was in a group and not even at school yet.        
   
   

  
  

Black or Blonde?

first story ever!!!! hope its good...

I am on my way to California. The worst place for a person like me. I am, at the moment, wearing complete black, and have a switch blade in my back pocket. My hair is black, originally brown, and have emerald green eyes.

My name is Victoria Balmer, age 15, cutter, with recently divorced parents, and, as I said before, moving to California with the peppiest person alive, my mother. Going to be fun right? Wrong.

We arrived at our new home about noon. It was huge. We walked in the house to find 6 bedrooms and three bedrooms. I walked down to the basement, which would be my bedroom, and put my stuff where it needed to be. Walking to my bathroom, I realized every thing is black. Hm, Mom has been paying attention, I thought bitterly, took her long enough. But everything is perfect, so i gotta give her credit.

Looking around, it looks like my own apartment. It has a den, a kitchenette, complete with a mini-fridge and microwave. It also has a huge TV in the den.

Getting bored, I thought, hey, how about I go pick out some clothes for school tomorrow. So that's exactly what I did. I set out a black long-sleeve and some black skinny jeans, and went to bed.