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It's not a sob story of such, it's more of a teen fiction/humour kind of story. Idk, we haven't had a witty story in a while and I just had a great idea for a story so I want to share it with you guys. It's called 50 Shades of Violet.
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Meet Ryan, typical American bad boy who is absolutely loved and adored. He has girls, friends, and parents who are filthy rich. Did I mention he's stunning? Well he is. Dark hair and light eyes. Cheekbones and abs. He's got it all. including the bit.chy a.ss girlfriend, Hanna, who by the way, lives up to her evil standards. I'm telling you, she's 5"3 of pure evil. Her dad could be satan, but he's not.
And then there's me. Hi, I'm er, Violet. Yeah, not appealing whatsoever. I'm pretty average. Not pretty, not ugly. Blonde hair and blue eyes. *yawn. Oh and I have two best friends, *mrs popular or whaaaaaat* or what. Ahem, anyway, There's Toby and Ellie. My two best friends since birth. Yeah, that's life. Anyway, I live with my mum and my twin brother who by the way, is a jock. Part of the popular crowd. Oh I know, my life just keeps on getting better. Realise how I didn't mention my dad, oh yeah, maybe because he hates me and my brother so much, he ran away. Eloped, to be exact, yep. With my second grade teacher. I know, my life is pure bliss.
Yeah, totally normal life, oh and guess what. I now work for Ryan as a tutor because his dumb a.ss, (se.xy nonetheless) is failing every fu.cking class. Yep, another one of my perks, I swear like a sailor. Charming, I know. Anyway, that's my story. Oh how blessed I am. Thanks Jesus. Note the sarcasm.
So that's the story line
basically. I hope you guys want to read this book, I quite enjoy
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"He is bad news..."
Chapter 9
“So, who do you like?” Sienna asked me as we both took our seats on a table across the entrance of the cafeteria. I held my tray as I felt my sides paralyzing by her question. I tried to keep calm as I left my tray on the table and my bag on the chair next to me.
“No one” I answered, avoiding her eyes.
“Come on, there must have been a special boy who made your heart skip a beat” she protested, smirking.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Her tone of voice was funny. “Obviously no one”.
“Obviously someone” Sienna denied. “Tell meeeee” she whined, frowning.
“I have nothing to say” I claimed.
“Yes you do” she stated, snapping her finger at me.
I stuck my tongue out at her and laughed. She giggled and began to pinch the boiled vegetable in her plate with her fork. “Isn’t the food disgusting here?”
“Oh yeah!” I agreed, looking at my raspberry flavored ice cream. “Yikes”.
She caught a boiled piece of carrot with her fork and brought it to her mouth. She ate it, biting it slowly. She gulped, long and hard, before her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh! JESUS, the food is awful!” she cried, her mouth wide open.
I slapped her mouth close. “Tell me about it! I’ve been eating THIS for seven years now, how’s that?”
She looked at me. “Poor girl!”
We continued laughing and goofing around till the end of the lunch time. There, we said goodbye. I saw Sienna walking to her classroom; she had Math now. I turned around and went to my locker; I needed to check my hair. My intuition was telling me it looked awful.
I walked to my locker. I opened the door and left my phone inside. I was fixing my hair on the small mirror placed on the door of my locker when my phone vibrated. I turned it around and unlocked it. I just got a text from Everett. I wonder where I got his number though because I don’t remember him giving it to me. Oh well.
I felt my heart beating. Our fight this morning made me mad and sad at the same time. Why was he like that this morning? I really can’t tell. I guess he has issues as well.
Outside of our history class in five minutes. Be there. I won’t wait. Everett.
Whoa, possessive much? I thought to myself. This boy keeps driving me crazy. I have no idea where we are; what we are. A few days ago we did it. Last night we kissed. Today he woke me up and was to drive me to school but got mad I couldn’t hear him calling me and left. What the hell? Confusing as f*ck.
I took my books and closed my locker. I found my way to the history class and surprised, I saw he was already there. I wonder if he texted me while being there.
Without a word, he grasped onto my arm and opened the classroom door. Two freshmen were inside, talking. Both boys, from what I can see from here.
“Leave” Everett hissed, sending them a death glare. They got up and ran away, tripping on some chairs and desks on their way to the hallway. I found this pretty amusing, I don’t know why. It was funny.
Everett shut the door close. I left my books on a desk, knowing I wasn’t gonna go to class. He took a step closer, looking down at me. I tried to walk away but he pulled me closer and lifted me up. He made me sit down on the teacher’s desk. Fearful, I started kicking and punching his chest, scared. He stopped every move my shouting at my face.
“Just calm down for a second, can you?”
I froze. I tried to maintain a calm expression on my face, but it was impossible. I saw his muscles calming down as he exhaled and inhaled deeply. “I’m sorry” he murmured, pulling away.
“Why did you want me to meet you?” I asked, curiosity filling my voice.
He took my hands and looked me into the eyes. “I wanted to apologize. I have no idea what got into me this morning… I shouldn’t have been so rude”.
“Well… yeah you shouldn’t have” I agreed.
“Will you…”
“Yes” I cut him off. “Yes, I’ll forgive you”.
“One more thing…” he trailed off.
“Yes, Everett?”
He bit his lower lip, looking at our intertwined fingers. “I… Well, I don’t know how to say this but… I feel guilty. For what happened between us that Saturday. I know you didn’t want any of this to happen, so I apologize. I just want to make it up to you. I know I can’t give you your virginity back –I surely can’t– but I just want to be there for you and… Be what I couldn’t be back when we were kids”.
My breath hitched. I looked at him in disbelief. Somebody pitch me, I must be dreaming. Then, I reached up and pinched my arm.
“Why are you pinching your arm?” he asked, confused.
“To check if I’m dreaming or no” I answered simply.
“You’re not dreaming” he assured me.
“You should be beating up people, not asking a girl out” I claimed, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ve been sleeping around for more than three years. I just want to settle down and after what happened between us, it’s my duty to make it up to you and protect you” he breathed out.
I couldn’t say anything. Something was bothering me in his words but I just hugged him and cried on his shoulder, with tears of joy I never expected to have. He held me close, playing with my hair.
Jesus, am I really that lucky.
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Chapter 9
“So, who do you like?” Sienna asked me as we both took our seats on a table across the entrance of the cafeteria. I held my tray as I felt my sides paralyzing by her question. I tried to keep calm as I left my tray on the table and my bag on the chair next to me.
“No one” I answered, avoiding her eyes.
“Come on, there must have been a special boy who made your heart skip a beat” she protested, smirking.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Her tone of voice was funny. “Obviously no one”.
“Obviously someone” Sienna denied. “Tell meeeee” she whined, frowning.
“I have nothing to say” I claimed.
“Yes you do” she stated, snapping her finger at me.
I stuck my tongue out at her and laughed. She giggled and began to pinch the boiled vegetable in her plate with her fork. “Isn’t the food disgusting here?”
“Oh yeah!” I agreed, looking at my raspberry flavored ice cream. “Yikes”.
She caught a boiled piece of carrot with her fork and brought it to her mouth. She ate it, biting it slowly. She gulped, long and hard, before her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh! JESUS, the food is awful!” she cried, her mouth wide open.
I slapped her mouth close. “Tell me about it! I’ve been eating THIS for seven years now, how’s that?”
She looked at me. “Poor girl!”
We continued laughing and goofing around till the end of the lunch time. There, we said goodbye. I saw Sienna walking to her classroom; she had Math now. I turned around and went to my locker; I needed to check my hair. My intuition was telling me it looked awful.
I walked to my locker. I opened the door and left my phone inside. I was fixing my hair on the small mirror placed on the door of my locker when my phone vibrated. I turned it around and unlocked it. I just got a text from Everett. I wonder where I got his number though because I don’t remember him giving it to me. Oh well.
I felt my heart beating. Our fight this morning made me mad and sad at the same time. Why was he like that this morning? I really can’t tell. I guess he has issues as well.
Outside of our history class in five minutes. Be there. I won’t wait. Everett.
Whoa, possessive much? I thought to myself. This boy keeps driving me crazy. I have no idea where we are; what we are. A few days ago we did it. Last night we kissed. Today he woke me up and was to drive me to school but got mad I couldn’t hear him calling me and left. What the hell? Confusing as f*ck.
I took my books and closed my locker. I found my way to the history class and surprised, I saw he was already there. I wonder if he texted me while being there.
Without a word, he grasped onto my arm and opened the classroom door. Two freshmen were inside, talking. Both boys, from what I can see from here.
“Leave” Everett hissed, sending them a death glare. They got up and ran away, tripping on some chairs and desks on their way to the hallway. I found this pretty amusing, I don’t know why. It was funny.
Everett shut the door close. I left my books on a desk, knowing I wasn’t gonna go to class. He took a step closer, looking down at me. I tried to walk away but he pulled me closer and lifted me up. He made me sit down on the teacher’s desk. Fearful, I started kicking and punching his chest, scared. He stopped every move my shouting at my face.
“Just calm down for a second, can you?”
I froze. I tried to maintain a calm expression on my face, but it was impossible. I saw his muscles calming down as he exhaled and inhaled deeply. “I’m sorry” he murmured, pulling away.
“Why did you want me to meet you?” I asked, curiosity filling my voice.
He took my hands and looked me into the eyes. “I wanted to apologize. I have no idea what got into me this morning… I shouldn’t have been so rude”.
“Well… yeah you shouldn’t have” I agreed.
“Will you…”
“Yes” I cut him off. “Yes, I’ll forgive you”.
“One more thing…” he trailed off.
“Yes, Everett?”
He bit his lower lip, looking at our intertwined fingers. “I… Well, I don’t know how to say this but… I feel guilty. For what happened between us that Saturday. I know you didn’t want any of this to happen, so I apologize. I just want to make it up to you. I know I can’t give you your virginity back –I surely can’t– but I just want to be there for you and… Be what I couldn’t be back when we were kids”.
My breath hitched. I looked at him in disbelief. Somebody pitch me, I must be dreaming. Then, I reached up and pinched my arm.
“Why are you pinching your arm?” he asked, confused.
“To check if I’m dreaming or no” I answered simply.
“You’re not dreaming” he assured me.
“You should be beating up people, not asking a girl out” I claimed, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ve been sleeping around for more than three years. I just want to settle down and after what happened between us, it’s my duty to make it up to you and protect you” he breathed out.
I couldn’t say anything. Something was bothering me in his words but I just hugged him and cried on his shoulder, with tears of joy I never expected to have. He held me close, playing with my hair.
Jesus, am I really that lucky.
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irreplaceable
chapter
two
"JoAnna,
snap out of it! Jo, you're okay, please God be
okay!" I heard Mr. Parker yelling. But
how could he be yelling? He was attacked. I
knew how being attacked felt; there was no way he'd
be able to sound so strong. I heard someone else
screaming too. It was a blood-curldling scream.
With a jolt I realized it was me screaming.
I stopped yelling and shook my head. I could see Mr. Parker kneeling in front of me, and I realized I was laying down on the dirty tiled floor. I felt my face and sure enough there were wet streaks where my tears must have fallen.
"JoAnna, what happened?" Mr. Parker's blue eyes scanned my entire face. He just wanted to make sure I was okay.
"I keep seeing everyone I love get hurt. With a man in a mask. I never see his face. I keep seeing blood; so much blood." I pulled my legs up to my chest and hid my face. This constant fear, this constant nightmare needed to stop.
"Jo, let me take you home. The buses all left twenty minutes ago, you've been passing in and out of conciousness for hours," Mr. Parker tried to grab my arms to help me up, but I started to yell again.
"Don't touch me! Just don't... Don't touch me. God no not again. Don't... Not again. I-I can't..." I knew I was crying. I knew I was having a meltdown. But I just couldn't care.
"Okay, JoAnna, I don't have to touch you," He knelt down again next to me, but made sure to keep his distance, "But I do need to take you home."
"Please don't," I snapped my head towards him, "I can't go back there. I can't go there looking like this."
My older cousin took me in after my father was arrested. Kyle was great, but I knew I was a burden to him. He was a surgical intern at our local hospital, and supporting me was too difficult on his salary. Most nights he wasn't home because of the long shifts, but when he was, he always tried to get me to talk about what happened to me. And I couldn't deal with that- not after a meltdown.
"Where can I take you then? Is there anywhere you can go?" Mr. Parker ran his fingers through his curls. I shook my head and sniffed. I knew I had no one. "Well, Jo, I guess technically I'm not your teacher anymore. Here, I'll take you to one of my favorite places, but you have to promise me something."
"What's that?"
"You can never show anyone what I'm about to show you," He smiled at me.
"Deal," I stood up and followed him out of the room.
I stopped yelling and shook my head. I could see Mr. Parker kneeling in front of me, and I realized I was laying down on the dirty tiled floor. I felt my face and sure enough there were wet streaks where my tears must have fallen.
"JoAnna, what happened?" Mr. Parker's blue eyes scanned my entire face. He just wanted to make sure I was okay.
"I keep seeing everyone I love get hurt. With a man in a mask. I never see his face. I keep seeing blood; so much blood." I pulled my legs up to my chest and hid my face. This constant fear, this constant nightmare needed to stop.
"Jo, let me take you home. The buses all left twenty minutes ago, you've been passing in and out of conciousness for hours," Mr. Parker tried to grab my arms to help me up, but I started to yell again.
"Don't touch me! Just don't... Don't touch me. God no not again. Don't... Not again. I-I can't..." I knew I was crying. I knew I was having a meltdown. But I just couldn't care.
"Okay, JoAnna, I don't have to touch you," He knelt down again next to me, but made sure to keep his distance, "But I do need to take you home."
"Please don't," I snapped my head towards him, "I can't go back there. I can't go there looking like this."
My older cousin took me in after my father was arrested. Kyle was great, but I knew I was a burden to him. He was a surgical intern at our local hospital, and supporting me was too difficult on his salary. Most nights he wasn't home because of the long shifts, but when he was, he always tried to get me to talk about what happened to me. And I couldn't deal with that- not after a meltdown.
"Where can I take you then? Is there anywhere you can go?" Mr. Parker ran his fingers through his curls. I shook my head and sniffed. I knew I had no one. "Well, Jo, I guess technically I'm not your teacher anymore. Here, I'll take you to one of my favorite places, but you have to promise me something."
"What's that?"
"You can never show anyone what I'm about to show you," He smiled at me.
"Deal," I stood up and followed him out of the room.
DetentiOn
day one: chapter
one
I woke up to a ding-dong echoing
around the house, and my brother gone.
When our parents died, my older brother was 18 and I was 13. We lived with an aunt for awhile, but then he got a steady job and I'm now under his custody.
He has his own apartment nearby, he's quite successful running his firm, and has quite a steady income flow, and since we didn't want to sell/rent the house, he let me live here and he checks up on me a few times a week. Unusual for a 16 year old..
But it was 8A.M on a Friday, I was on vacation and I was being woken up.I went downstairs and peeked through the peephole, just to see Mark on the other side.
I opened the door. "What?" I asked.
"It's day one!" He exclaimed, all excited. "And you look like you woke up drunk on a couch."
He pushed himself past me into the house. "Hey, I never agreed to this." I complained.
"You never disagreed, either, and as far as I care, silence means consent." He continued, sitting in the kitchen.
I sighed and threw him a green apple. "I'll make breakfast after I shower."
I spent the next 10 minutes in the shower, then threw on some harlem pants and a tank top.
"That was fast." I heard Mark state sarcastically.
I opened the freezer and pulled out some frozen brownies, and set them to defrost in the microwave.
"So what's the plan for today?" I questioned.
"We're going to the beach." He said. "To the boardwalk."
"Boardwalks are lame.. And mainstream." I replied, serving us each two brownies, and gaining a smirk from him.
"These are nice." He said smiling.
We left the house after awhile, and walked to the beach. I only had driving lessons next month, and Mark's car was in the mechanic, apparently.
I kept staring at him whilst walking there. I don't know why, nor how my eyes kept finding their way right back to him, but there was something about this boy..
Something worth discovering. He was so mysterious, yet so.. Captivating. And I hated to admit it, but I loved it.
We got to the beach after around thirty minutes, and sat on the sand for a bit, not even talking. Just sitting.
"I feel weird." He started.
"Weird how?" I questioned.
"I feel like I'm made of tiny hot ice cubes, and my heart's pounding." He continued. "I'm not sure whether I'm sick, or just really excited to be with you."
"It's the brownies." I said, then burst out laughing.
He sat up, and his eyes widened. "You drugged me!?" he yelled.
"Shh. It's okay. I thought you said it was good stuff, anyways." I replied, smirking.
"How am I supposed to go back home like this!?" He continued, looking at himself on his phone's frontal camera. "My eyes are red as the devil's d//k."
We walked ended up walking back to my house, given how paranoid Mark was.
We were sitting on the couch watching old episodes of Tom&Jerry, and eating pringles.
It was rather amusing, to say the least, how he just kept rubbing himself all over the couch and claiming he was laying on cotton.
"Alex?" I heard him mumble in a tired voice.
"Yeah?"
"This is a lonely videogame ride." He yawned.
_______________
Okay.. So this is chapter one :3 By this point you've probably noticed that this isn't the usual bad boy meets shy girl. In fact, it could be the other way around :b
But yes, I hope this doesnt fail.
(And I just had to include the videogame ride thing because someone filmed me high and I said that, and I just thought it was hilarious).. Not that you care xD
When our parents died, my older brother was 18 and I was 13. We lived with an aunt for awhile, but then he got a steady job and I'm now under his custody.
He has his own apartment nearby, he's quite successful running his firm, and has quite a steady income flow, and since we didn't want to sell/rent the house, he let me live here and he checks up on me a few times a week. Unusual for a 16 year old..
But it was 8A.M on a Friday, I was on vacation and I was being woken up.I went downstairs and peeked through the peephole, just to see Mark on the other side.
I opened the door. "What?" I asked.
"It's day one!" He exclaimed, all excited. "And you look like you woke up drunk on a couch."
He pushed himself past me into the house. "Hey, I never agreed to this." I complained.
"You never disagreed, either, and as far as I care, silence means consent." He continued, sitting in the kitchen.
I sighed and threw him a green apple. "I'll make breakfast after I shower."
I spent the next 10 minutes in the shower, then threw on some harlem pants and a tank top.
"That was fast." I heard Mark state sarcastically.
I opened the freezer and pulled out some frozen brownies, and set them to defrost in the microwave.
"So what's the plan for today?" I questioned.
"We're going to the beach." He said. "To the boardwalk."
"Boardwalks are lame.. And mainstream." I replied, serving us each two brownies, and gaining a smirk from him.
"These are nice." He said smiling.
We left the house after awhile, and walked to the beach. I only had driving lessons next month, and Mark's car was in the mechanic, apparently.
I kept staring at him whilst walking there. I don't know why, nor how my eyes kept finding their way right back to him, but there was something about this boy..
Something worth discovering. He was so mysterious, yet so.. Captivating. And I hated to admit it, but I loved it.
We got to the beach after around thirty minutes, and sat on the sand for a bit, not even talking. Just sitting.
"I feel weird." He started.
"Weird how?" I questioned.
"I feel like I'm made of tiny hot ice cubes, and my heart's pounding." He continued. "I'm not sure whether I'm sick, or just really excited to be with you."
"It's the brownies." I said, then burst out laughing.
He sat up, and his eyes widened. "You drugged me!?" he yelled.
"Shh. It's okay. I thought you said it was good stuff, anyways." I replied, smirking.
"How am I supposed to go back home like this!?" He continued, looking at himself on his phone's frontal camera. "My eyes are red as the devil's d//k."
We walked ended up walking back to my house, given how paranoid Mark was.
We were sitting on the couch watching old episodes of Tom&Jerry, and eating pringles.
It was rather amusing, to say the least, how he just kept rubbing himself all over the couch and claiming he was laying on cotton.
"Alex?" I heard him mumble in a tired voice.
"Yeah?"
"This is a lonely videogame ride." He yawned.
_______________
Okay.. So this is chapter one :3 By this point you've probably noticed that this isn't the usual bad boy meets shy girl. In fact, it could be the other way around :b
But yes, I hope this doesnt fail.
(And I just had to include the videogame ride thing because someone filmed me high and I said that, and I just thought it was hilarious).. Not that you care xD
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interested in reading,
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