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Teenage Years Prologue ''Just hanging out at home.'' She chuckled, grabbing another popcorn from the bowl and dropped herself on the couch. Her parents and her little brother went to his baseball game. To be honest, baseball wasn't her thing. Sports never cooperated well with her which meant, no scholarships in sports. Her friend Kayla, her best friend since they were in diapers, replied with a small chuckle of her own and the phone went quiet for a while. She glanced at the clock and finally realized they were late. Really, darn late. It was past nine o'clock at night and her brother wasn't aloud to be up that late. Maybe they were stuck in traffic and were too lazy to pick up their phone and call her saying they are going to be late today. Then she heard the doorbell. The person seemed in a extreme rush, pressing it again and again and again. ''Who is that?'' She heard Kayla's curious voice. Fay whispered a small no idea and walked over to the door, looking out the windows by the door. When she saw the police uniform, she frowned. She was a goody two shoes. ''I'll call you back, a police man is at my door.'' She whispered before shutting the phone and throwing it on the sofa. After a while of deep breathing and sighing, she opened the door, surprised by how tall he was compared to how he seemed by the window. She gave him an uneasy smile and greeted him weakly, ''Hi sir.'' ''Are you....'' he searched through his paper, ''Fayonna Clones.'' Fayonna's body was screaming for her to close the door on his face. ''Yup, that's me.'' She said, trying to sound excited. It only came out in a awkward tone and the police looked at her with pity. She frowned again. What was going on? ''Fayonna, I don't know how to say this to you but...'' The police man sighed before clearing his throat and looking at her in the eyes, ''Your parents and your younger brother were into a terrible accident this afternoon.'' ''What do you mean?'' Her jaw was shaking. Her legs weren't even able to support her weight anymore and she almost fell to the floor and kept her grasp on the door. The obvious was right in front of her but, she didn't want to believe it. Until, she heard his last words legs couldn't support anymore. She fell to the ground and her heart beat stopped. She couldn't breath anymore because a huge lump had formed in her throat. This couldn't be true. This couldn't be right. ''They all didn't make it. I'm sorry.'' -&- Let me know if you like it. (:
Love Lies Prologue She sat on the edge of her bed, a calander across her lap. Only ten more days before her boyfriend came home. Nick was a sweet guy, protective and funny. He was an A+ student. He would be picked on by the jocks, if it weren't for the fact he was a jock. He was the center forward for the Varsity soccer team, and had led them to several victories this past season. He was part of a foreign exchange program, but got permission to leave late in order to play soccer for his hometown. He'd been gone for 3 months now, but in 10 days, she'd be back in his arms. Her alarm began beeping and she realized if she didn't get ready she'd be late for school. She was also an A+ student, honors classes and right defense on the girls JV soccer team. She was second string of course, but she was there and she played hard. She stood in front of her triple mirror vanity and brushed her brown hair until it was straight. It wasn't hard, her shoulder length hair was naturally straight. She had blonde highlights, and red dip-dyed tips in the back. It cascaded down her back, and pulled it to a high ponytail. Pulling on jean shorts, a crop-top tank that tied in the front country style, and brown combat boots that went to her mid-calf, she walked to the bathroom to cake her face with fake beauty. She applied foundation to make her lighter. Most people wanted to look more tan, but she was too tan. Next she smothered her lashes in 3 different brands of mascara, and outlined the bottom eyelids with brown eye liner. A smudge of gray eye shadow and some pink lip gloss and she was out the door. Skipping breakfast, because hey, a girl needs too look perfect, she grabbed her car keys and left the house. Sliding into the front seat of a sleek silver car, she drove to pick up her friend Grace. "Gracieeeee do you have money? Cuz this b//tch needs coffee," she whined, an annoying squealish sound filling the car. "I'll buy you a large caramel latte with extra whip if you promise to never make that sound again," Grace said. "Make it fat free and you got a deal," she said. "Oh my God, Bridgette, you're so thin, why do you insist on dieting like this?" Grace replied. Bridgette made the annoying squeal again. "OKAY!" Grace laughed. "Fat free it is" she said as they pulled into McDonalds drive through. They got coffees and rode off to school. "Nick comes home soon, doesn't he?" Grace asked. "Yeah," Bridgette smiled, "10 days and he's all mine. I have plans for that boy. I've been waiting 3 months. He's mine," she finished. Grace just laughed, an awkward, nervous laugh. She knew all too well where this was headed. Ten days is too long for Bridgette. This was going to get ugly, and quick. Okay, hi. I guess I'm trying something new here. I haven't seen a story like what I'm planning on making happen in this one yet on Witty, but I've seen better ones. Read please I guess? I just want feedback. Even if you only read a chapter, and tell me it sucks and my grammar sucks and I need better word choice. I don't care. I want feedback. Follow if you like it, I guess. I'll do notifs if anyone actually wants to read this.... :/ (My bio explains my feelings on my writing if it isn't obvious enough)
Girlfriend's Best Friend PROLOGUE x x x . You know the old saying ‘history has a way of repeating itself?’ There’s a reason people say that. H.itler was only in power once, but that was the second World War. Christopher Columbus discovered America once, but that was after the Native Americans had built life there. But what about building a reputation for yourself, doing your best to get rid of it, and then getting it back again? Is that history repeating itself so a lesson is learned? Or is that careless behavior that could have been avoided? Was cheating on Kelli Carson with Brooke Cooper bound to happen after I did it to Jade Lawrence with Lacey Steele last year? Or did I just mess everything up again because I thought it would be funny, and because I put no actual thought into it? Maybe it was both. I’ll admit, I meant to cheat on Jade Lawrence with Lacey Steele last year. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But when I realized the actual pain I’d put both of them through, I’d never felt worse about myself. I know that sounds selfish, you know, thinking about my own pain when I’d put those girls through hell and back. But when you ruin someone else, you ruin yourself. You ruin your reputation, your morals, everything you stand for—when you ruin two people, you ruin yourself twice as bad. I hated myself for what I’d done to Jade and Lacey, and no matter what, I couldn’t forgive myself. My five best friends—Carter Campbell, Mattie Clarke, Jace Wright, Graham Parker, and Duke Anderson—stuck by me through all of. Our group became known as the group of a.ssholes that girls shouldn’t even think about if they were actually looking for love. But if anything, that reputation made even more girls want us, so was that really a problem? When I started things with Kelli Carson, I was so unbelievably happy that I’d found someone who I could truly love. But that all changed when her best friend, Brooke Cooper, came into play. She’d been in the picture all along—hell, it was her picture, and everyone else was just painted around her. But I never could have imagined everything that would happen because of her, because of one simple mistake, that dragged me back into my old ways that I was desperate to redeem myself of. And that leads me back to the question if the saying ‘history repeats itself’ is actually true. I knew the consequences that came from the Jade Lawrence and Lacey Steele situation that I pretended never happened. So why did I do it again with Kelli Carson and Brooke Cooper? Maybe instead of history repeating itself, a person is repeating himself; his actions, his morals, his reputation—one destructive, inevitable, unavoidable cycle that he cannot break out of. Pretending something never happened isn’t going to cause history to not repeat itself. If anything, it leads you right back to the same path you started on, making sure you relive every moment again until you learn your lesson. A lesson that Kelli Carson and Brooke Cooper would be finding themselves to provide for me. Note: I'm so sorry I took forever with it but it's finally done! I hope you guys like it? Feedback?(:
|||||||||||||||||||||||||♥ HEY GUYS :) | s o | g u e s s | w h a t | ? | so it took me long enough but I finished writing my new story and I really think you guys are going to like it :) When should I post the prologue? 20 faves/comments and I'll post it tonight :) -Kylie xxx
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