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Jul 9, 2009 16:52:54 GMT -5
Post by MadHatter :D on Jul 9, 2009 16:52:54 GMT -5
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“Are you pregnant, Leah?” The question came from Marla, and interrupted my train of thought. I stood there for a few seconds, trying to collect my newly scrambled thoughts “Ummm…no…I’m not…” I said softly. “And before you go around spreading rumors that I hesitated, so I must be pregnant, think about that girl with the broken arm, and ask yourself whether or not you really want to end up like her. Think on that for a little while!” I nearly shouted at her, letting my temper get the best of me. Again. My mother would tell me that I brought shame to our family, when, in reality, it was my father. A stanza of my best friend Lexie’s poem ran through my head. I sighed. I missed Lexie so much. How could she have just moved across the country, leaving me all alone in this fiery pit of Hell I called school? Of course, ever since Darren came along, I really haven’t been all that alone. Yeah, you heard me right. Darren. I do have a boyfriend to keep me company, you know. I wasn’t as obsessed as the other girls, the “Barbie Wannabe’s” as I called them. Darren and I had barely kissed, let alone slept together, so I had no clue how those pregnancy rumors started. Sure, I’d gained a couple pounds, but what girl didn’t? Anyway, sleeping with Darren would break my promise to my long dead mother, Kim. I rubbed my purity ring for luck, and then silently sat in my seat on the bus. Whispers, most likely about me, filled my ears, and I slowly tuned them out, going back to my happy place. Warm arms wrapped around my shoulders, and I was jerked out of my happy place. I inhaled deeply, automatically knowing it was Darren. His breath was warm on my ear. “How was your day, beautiful?” he asked me, forgetting, once again, how many times I’d told him to not call me things I wasn’t. He disagreed wholeheartedly, and kept right on calling me “gorgeous”, “stunner”, and “beautiful”. “Same old, same old.” I told him, and nuzzled his neck. God, I loved Darren. He was smart, caring, amazing, handsome…I breathed in Darren’s deodorant, and kissed his cheek. Darren was the one person who would let me confide in him all of my secrets, without fear of being judged. I hadn’t heard from Lexie in 3 years. Not since she moved. Darren ran his fingers through my hair, kissing the back of my head and sitting next to me. “Anybody ask if you were…?” His eyes were concerned. He knew what these rumors did to me. I started believing any of them, and once I believed them, they may as well be true. Darren was my one hold on sanity. “Marla. My, er…temper got the best of me again…” I sighed and laid my head on his chest. Yawning, I played with Darren’s hair. He’d carry me home if he had to. “Aw, gorgeous…you need to rein in the anger, sweetie...” Darren whispered, pulling me into his lap. “We’re almost at the stop, sweetie…I’ll carry you home.” He picked me up as the bus pulled to a slow stop, and carried me off the bus. I curled up and wrapped my arms around his neck, loving just being close to him. His scent made me sleepy, and it wasn’t long before I was asleep in his arms.[/size]
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Jul 10, 2009 2:18:43 GMT -5
Post by Candy Redwood on Jul 10, 2009 2:18:43 GMT -5
awww. X3 love it
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Jul 10, 2009 13:13:40 GMT -5
Post by MadHatter :D on Jul 10, 2009 13:13:40 GMT -5
thanks :3 I love this story...you should read part 5. My teacher freaked out when she read it. XD
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Jul 10, 2009 16:00:38 GMT -5
Post by MadHatter :D on Jul 10, 2009 16:00:38 GMT -5
I woke the next morning on my bed, with my fuzziest blanket covering me and my fluffiest pillow under my head. Darren. I smiled and checked the time, reading the clock next to my head. It read 5:53 AM. I groaned and covered my head, wanting this day to be over already. I was sick and tired of the rumors. As I got ready, and I won’t go into details, I thought of how sweet Darren was to me. I totally didn’t deserve him. Here was me, an abused child without a mother, going out with the most kind, sweet, and caring person in the entire universe. I ran my hairbrush through my wild and knotted ink black hair. “OW!” I shouted. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I picked up my backpack and headed for the bus stop. I glanced at my watch. 7:15 AM. The bus should be here in roughly 3 minutes. I sighed. I lived on schedule, had to do everything on schedule, and if I acted up, which I did quite often, I would be punished severely. Groaning in protest, the bus pulled to a stop, and opened its years-old doors. Sighing, I got in, sat down in the very back, like usual, and waited to go to Hell. The bus ride was uneventful, like usual. I got off the bus, and looked around for Lexie, out of habit. Then it hit my head, yet again, that Lexie was gone, and I needed to get used to it. I sighed. I needed Darren, needed him to hold me in his arms, needed to breathe in his scent. I glared at the Barbies who, the second they saw me, started talking loudly. “Make way for Little Miss Pregnant!” the leader of them, Alexei, called out loudly to the rest of the group, and everybody within earshot. “You’re just jealous cause I have the amazing boyfriend, you slut!” I shot back, frowning. “Everyone in school knows how you slept with Eric the first day of school, just so you could be queen bee!” It was then that I stepped away from Alexei, and headed to class. “And just so you know, I’m not pregnant! I’m still a virgin, unlike some Barbie dolls I know!” The crowd jeered, and hissed at me as I made my way through the halls. So they didn’t like me standing up for myself? Screw them. I didn’t need their approval. As my teacher droned on and on about variables, like I was paying any attention, my thoughts turned to Alexei. Why was I her one target? What made me so different? Was it because my mother’s death had been in the newspapers as an awful, gruesome accident? Which it wasn’t. Trust me; I’m a witness to how my mother was killed. Shot in the head 10 times, in the heart 5. By my own father. Was it because she knew I was like, the only virgin left in our school? Doubted it, like I doubted I had 6 fingers on my left hand. Knowing I shouldn’t let Alexei get to me, I tried to focus on my teacher. Unfortunately for me, Alexei sat right next to me, and was kicking my shin. “Stop it!” I whispered, lightly kicking her back, barely even touching her, I would say! Alexei screamed and grabbed her shin. “OH MY GOD!!!! MRS. CROSS, LEAH KICKED ME!!!!!” she shouted. Oh, great, that’s just what I needed. Another detention. Mrs. Cross turned and looked at me with that, “You are in so much trouble, young lady.” face. I sighed. “I know, I know...Room 513.” I said in a rushed voice. Gathering up my stuff, I headed out the door for detention. I passed Darren’s homeroom on my way to 513, and caught his eye. I gave an apologetic smile and mouthed “detention.” Rolling his eyes, he returned his focus to his teacher.
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Jul 16, 2009 2:01:23 GMT -5
Post by MadHatter :D on Jul 16, 2009 2:01:23 GMT -5
Detention…boring. I was nodding off when the lunch bell rang. Jerking my head up, I stood up when the teacher nodded at me, and bolted to the lunch room. Not like I ever ate lunch. Dad never gave me money. I looked around for Darren at our usual table, the one in the back. He waved me over, and I jogged to his side. “Detention again, Lee?” he asked mock-sadly. He wrapped one arm around my waist, and pulled my chair out with the other. Sitting, I nodded. “Of course, but only because I “kicked” Alexei,” I told him, kissing his cheek. I inhaled deeply, feeling all of today’s anxiety and annoyance melt away in his arms. I blinked, tired all of a sudden. I laid my head on the table and started to drift off, where, with the exception of Darren, my dreams were so much better than reality. Someone shook me gently. “Leah? …Wake up, sweetie...School is over.” Groaning, I rubbed my eyes and looked up at the mystery person. Oh, it was Darren. Wait, did he just say school was over? I sat upright, tired no longer. “School’s…over..? As in, I slept the entire day? As in, I missed a ton of stuff?!?” I stood up, and looked at my phone. 3:15 PM. I’d slept for 3 hours and 15 minutes. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” I demanded, stretching my arms and yawning. He looked at me for a minute, his face so full of love and longing that my heart almost burst right then. Shrugging, he said simply, “You looked peaceful.” He then proceeded to pick me up and swing me over his shoulder. I started punching his back lightly. “Put me down, Darren!!” I laughed. He set me down next to my locker, and I swiftly opened it, not even bothering to use the combo. Grabbing my bag, and putting my phone on vibrate, I grabbed Darren’s hand and practically dragged him to the door. Only one thing stood between me and freedom. Alexei. The bitch was standing right in front of the door with her wannabe’s on either side. “Awww, if it isn’t the family-to-be!” she mocked. Darren and I growled in unison. “I told you once, slut. I’m not pregnant. Although, since you’re the local whore, maybe YOU’RE the one who’s pregnant!” I snarled, gripping Darren’s hand and my phone tighter so I wouldn’t sock her in the face. Alexei gaped at me, totally shocked that I had even suggested such a thing. Alexei, the angel, pregnant? No, it couldn’t be! Darren shoved his way through the wannabe’s, making a path for me. I heard a couple wannabe’s gasp as I glared at all of them. Pushing the door open, I sprinted away from the school, savoring the image of Alexei’s perfect face crumpled in shock in my head. Darren followed suit, still holding onto my hand. I noted our bus had already left, and I slowed to a walk. I took our usual, slow, taking-forever route back to my house, holding tightly to Darren’s hand, and breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm myself down.
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Jul 16, 2009 2:06:47 GMT -5
Post by Candy Redwood on Jul 16, 2009 2:06:47 GMT -5
Whoo! Go Leah! X3
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Jul 16, 2009 2:25:15 GMT -5
Post by MadHatter :D on Jul 16, 2009 2:25:15 GMT -5
Leah's awesoommmmeee :3
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Jul 16, 2009 13:06:40 GMT -5
Post by MadHatter :D on Jul 16, 2009 13:06:40 GMT -5
As we walked up my driveway, Darren kissed my forehead “I’ll see you later. Text me.” I told him, and kissed his cheek. I glanced nervously at the time. 3:35 PM. I was late, really, really late. As I watched Darren go, I wiped my hand nervously on my jeans. The bruises hidden under my shirt and pants throbbed painfully; little bursts of flames shot through my body. As I opened the door, I heard my father, Louis, call my name from his bedroom. Ignoring the call, I plopped onto the couch and turn on the TV. “You’re late, Leah.” I heard his voice behind me. Automatically, I curled up into a ball. His belt snapped behind my head, and I shivered; horrid memories filling my head. “I……I missed the bus.” I mumbled, stiffening. The sudden impact of his belt buckle hitting my arm made me cry out in surprise. “You’re late!” he shouted, hitting me again and again. I could already feel new bruises forming on my body, but I refused to cry. If anything, I refused to cry. “Dad, please, stop! I won’t be late again, I promise, just stop it!!” I cried, hating the tears that had sprung up in my eyes. I knew there would be more tomorrow. “You haven’t learned your lesson yet, sweetie…” he softly whispered, as I felt him slit my wrists. Great. Just freaking great. I cried out with pain, my mind becoming clouded. “Please…don’t do this…don’t you love me?” I mumbled; unconsciousness about to take over my body. “Of course I do, baby…this is for your own good.” I heard him whisper, and felt his lips press against my forehead. I woke up a few hours later after an awful nightmare about the day my mother got murdered. I felt ice on my new bruises, and someone wrapping gauze on my wrists. “Oh, good, you’re awake. How are you feeling, sweetheart?” I sat upright and groaned at all the throbbing on my body “I’m just…sore, that’s all…” I told my dad, watching him wearily. “So…what’s your story this time?” he asked jokingly, as if what happened yesterday didn’t actually happen. That heartless asshole. “I…I tripped on the stairs…and fell through the window at the bottom…” I said, blurting out the first thing that came to my head. I narrowed my eyes as he nodded his approval.
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Jul 16, 2009 18:00:26 GMT -5
Post by stargazer97 on Jul 16, 2009 18:00:26 GMT -5
Woah. does her father have multiple personality disorder or something? He's a jerk! Poor Leah,
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Jul 16, 2009 18:44:26 GMT -5
Post by MadHatter :D on Jul 16, 2009 18:44:26 GMT -5
Um...her father is just..raising Leah the way he was raised, I guess. I've never really thought about his childhood. But I suppose he was abused as a child, and the rage from that spilled over onto his wife and child.
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Jul 18, 2009 12:55:22 GMT -5
Post by stargazer97 on Jul 18, 2009 12:55:22 GMT -5
Oh...still, poor Leah.
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Jul 27, 2009 11:48:25 GMT -5
Post by MadHatter :D on Jul 27, 2009 11:48:25 GMT -5
yeah...poor Leah. Gah, I don't wanna retype Part 5!! I don't even remember how it beins, just how it ended! DX
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Aug 7, 2009 23:24:23 GMT -5
Post by stargazer97 on Aug 7, 2009 23:24:23 GMT -5
Don't you have it saved somewhere?
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Aug 12, 2009 0:38:20 GMT -5
Post by MadHatter :D on Aug 12, 2009 0:38:20 GMT -5
Yeah..at school. T_T I'm an idiot. I have to rewrite the entire thing...
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Aug 13, 2009 12:49:55 GMT -5
Post by stargazer97 on Aug 13, 2009 12:49:55 GMT -5
Eh, it's alright. We all make mistakes.
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