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11-10-2007, 08:08 PM
a story me and my friend wrote:
Part 1:
Krystal:
Nothing was the same as last year. Not the people, not the school, absolutely nothing at all. Besides that, I felt something even more different about high school. Like something was going to happen but I didnât know what to expect. Itâs not like I was coming from middle school into high schoolâthat happened last year. I had to move into a new school district, but luckily my boyfriend moved with me (a miracle, I know) I could still feel something weird about it though, but all I knewâ
A tall boy with short golden hair approached, completely throwing off my concentration. His clothes and stunning good looks reflected his wealth, and he looked even better than the last time Iâd seen him. âHey, Krystal! Excited for the new school year? Iâm pretty sure we have all the same classes except math.â He flashed me a stunning smile.
âWow, awesome, John! Weâll sit together in every class.â I replied, smiling back. It was almost hard to believe that this was my boyfriend. I was just average, to me at least. I had shoulder-length blonde hair, was probably a little taller than most girls my age, and was pretty skinny. Nothing special.
Before I could do anything, he grabbed my hand and was taking me toward the side of the building Iâd only been in a few times before. Right there in front of pretty much all of the people who werenât paying attention to us at all, he kissed me. I was used to being kissed by him a lot, but not in public on our first day at a new school!
Evelyn:
As a short skinny girl from Australia, I was afraid of this new, American high school. I grip onto my diary that all my friends back in Aussie had saved up for together as a going away present for me. I nervously trip, and my diary falls to hit a hot blonde haired boy in the head.
"What do you think you're doing, freshman?!" He screams at me while he breaks up from his kiss. I fall backwards, my raven black hair falling into my face.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to interrupt your kiss. I just was-"
"Freshman, you're dead for-"
"John! Quit bullying that freshman girl! Can't you tell she's an exchange student?" The girl the sophomore boy was just kissing yells. She grabs my diary and puts it on top of my books. I remember my old gymnastics coach from Australia was named John, and I almost cry, as he was so nice to me. This sophomore named John was just the exact opposite! I quickly run to my first class.
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11-10-2007, 08:09 PM
Part 2:
Krystal:
Frustrated that by boyfriend had to be so mean to the new girl, I tried to catch up to her and apologize. Not finding her, and John racing quickly toward me, I give up. His hand on my shoulder, I turn to face him. His face looked mad as well but also apologetic when he saw my expression. He opened his mouth to talk, but I began first. Before he could say anything more, I stormed off, only to get lost in the new school. He caught up to me pretty quickly because he already knew the school better than I did.
âIâm sorry. I just didnât expect our kiss to be interrupted like that. It made me madââ He could see that I was still pretty mad. âBut I was still wrong for being that mean. Iâll try to be nicer the next time someone hits me while weâre kissing.â He smiled his classic smile again before pushing me up against a locker and kissing me for what seemed to the students around us as a long time. The girls all looked at John like he was some famous movie star that had just performed in his first movie, but the looked at me with envy andâmost likelyâhate. The guys seemed to have some envy also, but only for him. I didnât really understand it, me being so normal and average and all. Before I knew it, my face was turning a bright red.
Evelyn:
I quickly turn down the hall and find myself in a room that seemed to be like an English classroom. Mrs. Jones stares at me as I walk in.
"And where have you been, Evelyn Nicole Johnson? That is your name, right? That's how it says on the paper." She says, sounding a lot like Miss Bowersox from my Australia seventh grade English class.
"That IS my name and I'm sorry for being late! I just nearly got into a fight with-" I begin, about to tell the story about John.
"John? He's such a nice kid. He said that you punched him in the face in the hall. 3 hours of detention for the week for you!"
"All together?"
"Each DAY." I whimper as she accents day. I was the geography bee champion of all Australia, spelling bee champion in regionals, art contest winner, and a great violinist. I went from being called "Australiaâs best student ever seen," to an Australian kid with 15 hours of detention in an American classroom for the week.
"Also, you have In-School Suspension for next Monday." She says as the look of dread comes onto my face. Only one word echoes throughout my mind:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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11-10-2007, 08:17 PM
Part 3:
Krystal:
Getting to class a little late after all the âexcitementâ in the hallway, I took a seat next to John in the back of the classroom. After about ten minutes I realized that we were in Science Class. That was just great. Next to Social Studies, this was my least favorite class, and the young female teacher had a screechy, annoying voice. How was I going to deal with this? I quickly wrote a note to John.
John,
Ugh, you know how I hate this class. How are we gonna last over an hour in here? I need help!!
I passed the note quickly to him when the teacher turned to write her name on the board. Ms. Quickly, what a wonderful name. He read my note quickly and then raised his hand.
Ms. Quickly called on him, and he said, âExcuse me, but Krystal isnât feeling very well. Would you mind if I took her to the nurse?â The charm in his voice nearly overpowered me, even though he was talking to the teacher.
âW-Why of course, you two may be excused.â She stuttered, obviously being a victor of his charm as well.
On our way to the door, I saw some of the girls and guys who were staring at us in the hall. The giggled silently as we exited.
Once we were free of the classroom, I looked up at John with curious eyes. âWhat are you doing? I donât feel sick at all! Youâre gonna get us both detention on the first day of school!â
âDonât worry so much.â He laughed. âI have the perfect plan.â Still shocked, my boyfriend grabbed my hand and dragged me along to a dark corner at the other end of the school. This place seemed deserted. Just then, a boy with reddish-brown hair walked past us and stared at me like heâd seen me before. Then I remembered the strange feeling I had before John kissed me, and I suddenly associated it with this guy. I stared back at him. He was most definitely better than average looking, tying (if not beating) John in the looks area. It was amazing. There was a connection between me and this guy. Before I could think it through any more, John pushed me through the door of an empty classroom.
Evelyn:
After a few minutes of English Class, I finally walked out alive, to see the nurse. Mrs. Jones was so cruel to me, I was almost crying. Wishing I could go back home, I bump into the sophomore girl from earlier.
âHey! Youâre that freshman girl from earlier!â she exclaims, surprised.
âAnd youâre that sophomore dating the mean guyâŚâ I mutter.
âLook, donât take me wrong, but heâs really nice. Plus, heâs right now in the bathroom, so he wonât disturb us. Plus, Iâm starting to get afraid of him; heâs acting different than last year. Oh, crap, someoneâs coming!â she whispers. Suddenly, my brother Tim looks in the door.
âHullo? Lynnie, are you in there?â he says. I feel half-tempted to say yes, but both the sophomore girl and I stay quiet.
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11-10-2007, 09:46 PM
Part 4:
Krystal:
âWas that your boyfriend calling?â I ask âLynnieâ confused. âOh, and is your name Lynnie?â
Looking at her feet, she answered my question. âWell, no, heâs not my boyfriend. And my name is Evelyn; itâs just that people that know me call me Lynnie. Ya know, as a nicknameâŚâ She looked up at me for understanding.
âOh, thatâs a cute name!â I say, almost too loudly. I hear footsteps coming towards the room. âUh-oh, Iâm guessing you donât want to talk to him, do you?â
ââŚNot exactly.â Lynnie replied, shy again.
Just then, John walks up to the guy that Lynnie was hiding from. âHey, you new around here?â
âY-Yeah⌠Iâm a sophomore, but I just moved hereâŚâ A shy voice, similar to Lynnieâs, answered.
âIâm new here too. My girlâs in that room. You wanna meet her?â He said, and I could tell that heâd have a mocking smile on his face.
The boy paused before answering. âI g-guess⌠if you want me toâŚâ
This couldnât end well. If Lynnie was trying to avoid this guy, where could she go? I quickly whispered in her ear, âIf you really donât want to talk to him, go hide in that closet before the guys come in. Go ahead, hurry!â I pushed her in the direction of the closet, and she opened the door. She fit in easily, and I closed the door right before the two guys entered the room. No way. Lynnie couldnât want to avoid this guy. Heâs the one Iâd seen in the hall not long ago. Now, with the look of fear on his face, he looked even more gorgeous.
âHey John, youâre back. Whoâs he?â I asked as politely as I could, not trying to make this new guy feel uncomfortable.
John looked from me to the boy and back to me again. âYou know, I didnât even ask him his name. What IS your name?â
âIâm⌠Tim.â The shy boy answered, not taking his eyes off of me. But I couldnât take my eyes off of him either. For a minute I forgot about John right beside him and Lynnie in the closet. Then I remembered that I shouldnât be even thinking of him that way, since I already had a boyfriend. âIâm Krystal.â I said, smiling at him anyway.
He gave me an adorable smile in return, and then John got angry. âStop eyeing my girl, man,â he said, turning to glare at Tim, who quickly backed away.
âS-SorryâŚâ He looked down and then went out the door. I felt bad for him, especially because I felt this strongly about him after heâd just said two words to me.
âSo where were we?â John said, looking at my concerned expression. âForget about him, I was just showing him what he can never have. Or should I say who?â He walked toward me, using that smile that always lured me in no matter how mad I was.
Evelyn:
As I eavesdropped on Krystal, my brother, and John, I let the door open just a little, enough for me to see them but not them to see me. When John tells my brother to keep his eyes off his girl, I almost shouted. And then John approached Krystal, with a look in his eyes that I saw before, in a bad, bad dream, which was the reason that I had to move from Australia anyway. John grabs Krystalâs shirt, pushes her onto the table with him, and I come barreling out of the closet, out into the open where my brother could scold me. I rammed, with all my puny, stick-like, small freshman effort into John, to get him away from Krystal.
âWhat do you think youâre doing to her, you moron!â I scream at him.
âFreshman, you die, right here and now!â John says, rolling up his sleeves.
âYouâre not hurting Lynnie.â My brother says, now standing in front of me.
âReally? And youâre not coming out of this without a few bruises!â John says, throwing the first punch. My brother catches it.
âAnd thatâs all you can do, twig?â my brother challenges back, throwing a punch that lands square in Johnâs face.
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11-17-2007, 08:13 PM
Part 5:
Krystal:
I stare in wide-eyed horror and what was happening and what would have happened if it wasnât. I couldnât believe John was seriously trying to do this to me. I quickly pulled down my shirt, stretching it over my body.
âArgh!!â John screamed his hands over his eye. âYouâve just messed with the wrong guy, punk!â
Before I could do anything to stop the fight, Tim and then John rolled up their sleeves, Tim revealing more muscles than John. My⌠âBoyfriendâ charged at Tim, plowing him into the wall and punching him in the stomach.
âOophâ Tim sighed, but it wasnât enough to keep him down. Both I and Lynnie stared at the guys, both of us wondering what would happen next.
I started to cry, not because John was getting hurt, but because of what he was trying to do before all of this happened. I didnât know he would ever try to do that, and if Lynnie wasnât there⌠I hugged her with all my strength. I was devastated that he would do that, though, of that I was sure. I didnât know what I was going to do.
Just then, Tim punched John again, once in the face and once in the stomach. It was easy to tell that his punch was much harder than Johnâs was. Johnâs body bent over and he fell, holding his face in his pretty boy hands.
Evelyn:
I watched John fall over with his face in his hands. I knew anybody who punched my brother would face a horrible punch from him.
âAnd thatâs what you get for messing with me, and trying to do that to another girl!â I scream at him. Suddenly, I just look over at the door, and about forty awe-filled faces that were dumbfounded met my eyes.
âUh, Tim, Krystal, look over at the door.â I say, still staring at the door. Just as I finish the sentence a man walks through the doorway, like Moses parting the Red Sea.
âAnd what has happened here?â He asks us.
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11-17-2007, 08:13 PM
Part 6:
Krystal:
The fact that my new principal was standing at the doorway with other students caught me off guard. I was nearly speechless.
Timâin my mind, the most likely person to do soâspoke up. âJohn and I just got in a little fight. The girls had nothing to do with it. It was really all my fault.â He accused himself, fake guilt in his eyes.
I was shocked. No way would he want to save me like that. He couldnât possibly feel the same way I felt about him right now. Not yet, anyway. Awe filled my eyes, and I wanted to say something but didnât.
The principal thought this over for a minute, then asked, âSo then, ladies. What are you doing here?â
âThey were using the restroom and heard the fight. All they wanted to do was see what was going on.â Tim spoke up, amazing me again. Maybe he wasnât so shy after all.
âHm⌠Then, Tim, you and John have detention all this week, three hours a day.â Beside me, Lynnie flinched. I wondered why, but couldnât ask at this very moment.
Tim tried to look sad, to put on the show. Then he looked up at me, his gaze asking if I knew what this meant. I hoped my eyesâthat were filling with tears at how happy and surprised I wasâwould answer that question.
Clearing his throat, the principal announced, âBreak it up, everybody! Thereâs nothing to see here!â
Evelyn:
âWhy did you flinch at the fact that Tim had 3 hours of detention this week?â Krystal asked me.
âLong story. Right now, youâre welcome for the little help I gave you.â
âOh thank you! I canât believe that he was about toâŚâ
âI know the feeling.â
âHow?â
âThere was this boy at my school, and he tried to do it to me, and when I wouldnât let him, he stalked me. Thatâs why I left Australia.â I said, remembering the horror I had.
âWow⌠Talk to you later then?â
âSure.â I said, as I walk to my next class.
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11-17-2007, 08:14 PM
Part 7:
Krystal:
Checking my schedule, I found out I had math next. That was good, because that was the only class I had that John wasnât in. Getting there barely on time, I took a seat in the back of the classroom.
Math was my favorite class, and the teacher was a very young guy who was really funny. He made jokes that if anyone else told you youâd think they were crazy, but not him. A few minutes after the bell rang, Tim walked in the door with a pass. He took the seat right beside mine, still having the same look in his eyes as when I first met him. I smiled to myself and then at him, very happy that he was in my class. I mouthed, âThank you,â to him and he nodded. The class passed by really slowly, even for my favorite subject. By the time we had about ten minutes left in class, the teacher told us we could just talk for the rest of the class. Relieved that I could finally talk to him, I turned to Timâs seat.
Trying to find the right words, I said, âThank you so much, I canât believe you did thatâŚâ I smiled at him again, and was stunned by his reaction. He was looking past me, an angry look on his face.
âHuh? Whatâs wrong?â
âItâs⌠nothing. I just want you to be safe. That boyfriend of yoursâŚâ He stopped, looking at me now.
I was at a loss of words; nothing seemed to be able to come out of my mouth. We sat, looking at each other until the bell rang and it was time for lunch.
Evelyn:
I walked quietly to the next class, gym. The female teacher was really nice to me when I walked up, and then told me she was from Australia also. I smile sweetly, realizing that I wouldâve had her this year if we hadnât moved anyway.
During gym class, another foreign girl bumps into me, and I knock her over. Flying up onto her feet, she rams her shoulder into me, and releases a long line of foreign cussing. I push her back, and she punches me in the gut. I fall backward, and begin puking. She complains to the teacher, and we both head to the nurse.
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11-17-2007, 08:57 PM
Part 8:
Krystal:
As I headed to lunch, I noticed that Lynnie was in the nurseâs officeâI had to pass by it on my way to the cafeteria. I walked in, prepared to ask her what happened.
When I saw her, she looked sick and beat up. It looked like she had been throwing up or something. âHey Lynnie, are you okay?â I asked as I looked at the foreign girl on the cot beside her. âAnd whoâs that?â
âWellâŚâ She answered weakly. âI accidentally knocked her overââ She gestured toward the other girlââAnd then she punched me in the stomach, and I threw upâŚâ Shocked, I walked over to the other girl. âWhat do you think you were DOING?! It was just an accident, leave her alone!â I almost scream, kicking her leg as hard as I could. This made her start cussing and the nurse came into the room.
The foreign girl quickly said, âShe kicked me! She kicked me!â
There I was, red handedâor should I say red footed. I blushed, revealing that I really did kick her. âNow Krystal⌠youâre getting written up! Three hours of detention for you tonight.â The nurse said, looking ashamed.
How could this be happening? I was just trying to defend my new friend⌠I stormed out of the nurseâs officeânot even saying good-bye to Lynnieâand went to lunch.
Evelyn:
I watch as Krystal storms out of the nurseâs office, and quietly laugh to myself.
âWhat do you think youâre laughing at, huh?â The foreign girl yells at me. I start laughing hysterically at how she was reacting.
âWell? What do you think youâre laughing at? Me?!â
âShut up, my gut really is hurting!â I manage to whimper as tears start rolling down my cheeks. She gets ready to kick me as the lunch bell rings. The nurse dismisses us as I am still laughing about how my brother, me, and Krystal are all having bad days.
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11-17-2007, 08:58 PM
Part 9:
Krystal:
Entering the cafeteria a little late, I find John and sit beside him and his tray already full of food. He looks at me, probably almost amazed that Iâd sit with him. His eyes looked so deeply apologetic that I couldnât help but smile at him. I wasnât able to break his gaze until he spoke.
âI canât believe that Tim guy did that! And that girl⌠whatâs her name? It doesnât matter, I donât care! Ugh⌠Iâm so mad right now. But Iâll be okay, as long as you are.â His smile looked very half-hearted.
I donât know how or why, but I gave in to him. He was just too hard to resist. âIâm fine, and weâll be okay.â I promised him, trying my best to smile convincingly. âOh, and weâll be able to spend some time together after school⌠I got detention too.â He looked shocked. âFor what?â He asked, furious.
I almost laughed at his reaction. âI kicked a girlâs leg really hard and the nurse caught me.â I blushed just like I had in the nurseâs office.
âOh. Okay. Come to my house afterwards?â He winked at me, but then saw my unsure expression. He quickly added, âTo do homework, of course.â
âIn that case, itâs a date!â I said, still unsure of his expectations. This made me extremely nervous.
Evelyn:
I nervously approach the sophomore science classroom and see many boys acting out a ninja fight scene, throwing paper shruiken across the room. One hits me in the shoulder, and I glare at its owner. I throw it back, aiming for his Adamâs apple, and make a perfect hit.
âNeeds practice, but not bad for being cooped up in a flying tin can for a few days.â I murmur to myself as the boy yelps at how hard the wad of paper had hit him in the neck. Just then I see Krystal with⌠John. I silently snarl at how she stayed with him after this morning. I quickly jog over to sit in a solitary corner, glaring at John. Krystal eventually sees my line of glare and comes over to talk with me.
âThree hours left, and look! Itâs Tim!â she exclaims. I shrink in my seat, praying that my brother wouldnât see me. He does. He runs over, and sits at the chair across fromâŚ
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12-12-2007, 11:27 PM
Part 10:
Krystal:
Still not believing what I had just heard, I kept staring at Tim, glancing at Lynnie now and then. When I finally snapped out of it, it was because John was right beside me. He pulled my shoulders around so that I had to face him, and kissed me againâright in front of Tim and Lynnie.
I made sure the kiss wasnât long, and then looked back toward the brother and sister. By now, they were looking away. âSo⌠this is what detention is like⌠Iâve gotten in this much trouble before. I guess theyâre pretty strict here.
Sighing, Tim replied, âYeah, I guess so. Iâve never gotten detention for this long, I mean, one hour, yeah, but not three.â He looked at me for acceptance. I was surprised at how he wasnât acting shy at all.
When I was about to answer him with a smile, I heard Johnâs voice. He was frustrated yet again. âMan, stop looking at Krystal and talking to her like youâre friends. You interrupted our little meeting in room 103, and she liked that about as much as I did. Isnât that right?â Before I could object, he kissed me again. I didnât know what I was going to do⌠I couldnât break up with him, but I couldnât just ignore my fast growing feelings for TimâŚ
Evelyn:
Suddenly, my temper flared again, as John kissed Krystal again. I could feel my brotherâs reaction, and that just fueled me even more for what was about to happen next. Suddenly, I jump up and slap John right in his face, hurting his already hurt nose. Luckily the teacher didnât pay attention to us, but John suddenly grabbed me around the waist, and picked me up. I kick vigorously to try and make him let go, but he doesnât. He pulls his arm back, and-
âTim, or should I say Freshman Protector, you will die for that!â
âHow about not? Why shouldnât protect my sister?!â
âReally? Sheâs you sister? Gives me even a better reason to kill her!â
I look at Krystal. Sheâs almost in tears, not only because I was about to be chucked across the room if Tim didnât interfere, but because my brother, whom I could sense she secretly loved, could get hurt.
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12-13-2007, 08:18 PM
Part 11:
Krystal:
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I got up and grabbed Johnâs armâthe one that wasnât holding Lynnie. âJohn⌠please stop this! You need to calm down⌠whatâs with you this year? Itâs only the first day! Please, let her go⌠for me.â I looked up at him as his face softened, but still looked stern. I did my best to give him a face that would make him give in.
After a long pause, he closed his eyes and dropped Lynnie. As I turned to her, he said, âI donât know why you have to be like this. Iâm trying to get them back for what they did earlier. You understand that, right? But I guess Iâll let it go⌠if thatâs what you want.â
âYes, that IS what I want. I donât know if I can forgive you that easily.â I turned away from him, sitting in my seat. This time he grabbed my arm before I sat down.
âCome on, Krystal. Iâm sorry for everything that I did today. Itâll be better by tomorrow.â He had a glint in his eye that worried me even more about going to his house tonight. âI promise.â
Evelyn:
Gasping for breath after John dropped me; Tim came running over to make sure I was ok. Without a word, I stare at John, trying to sense his feelings, to protect Krystal; to protect my brother; to protect myself. I saw a glimmer in his eye, and shuddered. His eyes looked⌠like⌠I look at Krystal. She had the same look as me.
Krystal⌠I feel sorry for you⌠somehow⌠come to our house tonight! I screamed in my head.
A few minutes later, I manage to get to Krystal when John was away.
âKrys, we need to talk! Somethingâs up with John, when are you seeing him again?!â I quickly rasp, watching the door for John, as he was outside of the classroom.
âSlow down! Look, Iâve been asked to go to his house tonight, and after the look in his eyes-â
âYou donât want to go.â I finished grimly, âLook, Iâve got the perfect plan. Come to our house tonight, I might set up a trap for John also. You like my bro, donât you?â
âUm, I guess Iâll come to your house tonight, but I kind of like your brother. Oh my gosh, thereâs John! Talk to you later, right?â she finished right before John came in.
âSure,â I said, jotting down my address, âHereâs my address. Come at 5 oâclock, okay?â
John glares at me, and throws a note at me.
Freshman,
If you continue to talk to my girlfriend, or screw up any of our dates, you WILL die. Not even your brother can stand a knife, can he?
STAY AWAY FROM KRYSTAL!
John
I almost laugh at how he had written it. I quickly jot down a picture of a dragon sticking its tongue out, and wrote:
If you think that you are God, fly to Japan and get me a kimono in 5 minutes!
Evelyn!! >=D
I chuck the note back at John and head home, ready for Krystal to come over to my house in an hour.
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12-13-2007, 08:19 PM
Part 12:
Krystal:
After finally escaping detention, I decided that I had to tell John about my plans for tonight. Even though I was going to Lynnieâs house, Iâd have to somehow make it seem like I wasnât trying to escape him. âHey, um⌠John, about tonightâŚâ I said, nervously.
His smile caught me off guard. âYeah, I know. Iâm excited too. Come on.â Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me toward his car.
âWait, John⌠What I meant is that I have to go somewhere else. Itâs really important⌠Iâm sorry.â I tried to make the apology look and sound sincere, and I hoped it worked.
He looked at me for a few seconds with a question on his face. âWhat do you have to do? I can come with you and we could go to my house laterâŚâ
I didnât want to lie to him, because he always caught me when I tried to. I just stayed with the truth. âWell⌠Iâm going over to Lynnieâs house. Iâm pretty sure sheâd let you come too⌠Is that okay?â I tried to keep my voice steady, awaiting his reaction.
âWHAT?!â He almost screamed and stopped where we stood. It was a minute until I realized we were at his car. âYouâre blowing off OUR date to go to THEIR house? What are you thinking? Oh, Iâll come, but youâll be sorry that you ever accepted their invitation. Now do you know where they live? Iâll drive.â He said, getting into the driverâs seat.
âYeah⌠here.â My voice came out as almost a whisper as I handed him the piece of paper with the address and got into the passenger side of his car. I had no idea what I was going to do, and no matter what I thought about, I couldnât get Tim out of my mind.
Evelyn:
After eating a quick dinner, I hear a horn honk outside. Tim and I run over, and look outside. We see Krystal jumping out of the passenger side of the car. Suddenly, the driverâs side opens. I see a blonde head stick out, and my face goes pale.
âNO! No no no no NO!!! He CANâT POSSIBLY be coming HERE!â I hear Tim yell as he storms up the stairs. I sigh. Heâs jealous, and all Mr. Muscles of a Brother has his life at stake.
My BRILLIANT idea has gone haywire. JOYOUS! Time to call the Calvary; this is going to be one heck of a war tonight!
John walks in the door, suddenly slamming it as soon as Krystal was seated.
âYOU! YOU SCREWED UP OUR WHOLE ENTIRE EVENING TONIGHT! REMEMBER THAT NOTE?!â John screams at me.
âYes, and did you read what it said?â I said, smirking.
âYes, but I am not God. I am the Angel of Death. I am the Grim Reaper.â He laughs. I suddenly sprint up to where my room is, and grab the first thing I could use as a weapon, which was my old fencing sword. I run back downstairs, and find Krystal pinned by John on the couch, and John is slowly stripping himself and her. As he takes his shirt off, I run up behind him and start beating his back with the sword made of a combination of steel and protected by plastic. I hear a door slam open, and I see my brother, standing right at the doorway to the hall, staring.
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12-13-2007, 08:19 PM
Part 13:
Krystal:
Trying to get out from under Johnâs body, I feel trapped and nervous. Then, right before he takes anything more than my shirt off, I hear someone coming down the stairs. A few seconds later, his body is crashing into mine, making it hard to breathe. By the time Iâd finally realized that Lynnie was causing this by hitting him, Tim was by my side. He grabbed John off of me, leaving me shirtless.
Before I could do anything to stop the fight, it had already begun. Tim punched John, pretty hard by the looks of it. But, unlike the last fight, John got Tim back. He punched him so hard in the stomach it made him fall this time. Then the scariest that I would have thought would be possible happened. Out of his pocket, John pulled a small silver object. A pocket knife.
I nearly fainted watching even this much of the fight, but I couldnât keep my eyes off Tim. I tried to get up and make John stop it, but my body wouldnât let me. John ripped Timâs shirt off and carved an X across his chest.
âHad enough, tough guy?â John said as he looked at his now bloodied knife and then Timâs face. He was wincing in pain.
The tears fell effortlessly from my eyes and Lynnie came over to comfort me. âHeâll be okay⌠I thinkâŚâ She could barely even whisperâshe was crying too.
As I looked at Tim one last time before I completely gave in to crying, he was staring at me. I couldnât help but notice the look in his eyesânot the look that Iâd seen in Johnâs, but something different. It looked as if he wanted something, yearned something, needed something⌠Me?
Evelyn:
I whimper at the sight of my brother being hurt like that. Immediately, as an instinctive reaction, I grab my fencing sword. John whirls towards me. I take off the plastic covering, revealing the true identity of the sword. Underneath the plastic sheath that has held it, was my sword, Icy Fire.
âStep away from my brother!â I command, moving the blue sword in circles.
âLynnie, what are you doing?! Donât kill him!â Krystal screamed.
âFreshman, you may be holding a sword, but you beat me with it like a club. Are you sure you could even harm me?â John said darkly.
âIâm the captain of the Australian fencing team, donât underestimate me.â I said darkly, lunging, and purposely missing.
âNot bad, but I dodged it! Now, remember the note?! Youâll die!â he yelled, thrusting the knife at my neck.
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12-13-2007, 08:20 PM
Part 14:
Krystal:
As soon as I saw John going toward Lynnie, I decided I had to fight to get up and save her. Right when I got to her side, he rose up the knife and slashed blindly in her direction, hitting me on the cheek instead.
I screamed as I put my hand up to my right cheek and felt the red liquid on my palm. Even though I was injured, I was glad for what I had done. He could have seriously injured Lynnie, and my cheek would heal pretty quickly.
Just then, John realized what he had done. I stumbled back to the couch and sat down, still cryingânot about the pain on my cheek, but because I looked at Tim again. He was hurt so much more than I was, still on the ground. Before John could try to comfort me, I went as fast as I could to Timâs side, sitting on the floor beside him.
He turned to look at me, his gaze almost making me speechless. âA-Are you⌠okay?â Is all I could choke out, my voice cracking. He looked so sad and defeated, but still better than and guy Iâd ever seen.
He smiled half-heartedly. âDonât worry about me. Iâll be fine.â His hand removed mine from my cheek, and he looked at my cut. âAre YOU okay?â
His touch made me almost freeze where I was sitting, but I didnât want to look like a complete idiot, so I tried my best not to let it affect me that much. âIâm fine, especially compared to you.â
âIâm more worried about you than about myself.â Timâs face suddenly looked serious, his eyes still holding me in place. So fast that I could have just dreamt it, he leaned in and kissed my cheek, sending shocks all though my body. This was definitely more than a crush.
Evelyn:
I still sat there, dumbfounded by what Krystal did. She looked like she was about to pass out, and John started to lunge for my brother again.
âYOU ARE SUCH A- OW!!!!!!â John yelled as I whacked him on the back of the head with Icy Fire, giving him a concussion. I snatch his knife away right as he falls to the floor, unconscious.
âNow, are both of you okay?â I finally murmur, before I run upstairs to get bandages for my brother and Krystal. I return with a few shredded t-shirts for my brother, and a bandage made especially for face injuries. Silently, I place the bandages on Krystal and Tim start talking. I weakly smile, knowing that they were now in love with each other.
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12-13-2007, 08:20 PM
Part 15:
Krystal:
Honestly not caring that John was laying on the floor, unconscious, I turned to Tim, who was looking back at me. He still had that look in his eyesâthe one of yearning. Before even thinking, he leaned in to kiss meâthis time on the lips. It didnât last long because I knew I shouldnât be doing it. But at the same time I knew that I should.
The next thing I knew, John was awake. He had obviously seen the kiss. Taking my shoulder in his hand, he jerked me upward toward him. His eyes looked different than I would have imagined. Instead of being angry with me, he looked hurt. The shock of that made me a little sad.
âHow could youâŚâ He barely choked out before letting go of my shoulder and walking out the door, slamming it behind him. I stood shocked where he had left me.
When I turned around Tim wasnât on the floor any moreâhe was right beside me. The giant X on his chest was still bleeding, so I tired not to look at it. Instead, turned and walked away. I needed to get rid of my feelings for him. I couldnât let this go on any further. About a yard away, I turned to face him. His face looked confused, but I could see was hurt as well.
âIâŚâ I tried to find the right words to make this as painless as possible. ââŚdonât feel the same way. Sorryâ. The lie appeared to have hurt him as much as it hurt me. But I couldnât do this to John.
The look in his eyes was what killed me. âI understand. I shouldnât have done that⌠I should be the sorry oneâŚâ Right then Lynnie came into the room, looking confused.
âYou guys okay?â She asked.
After a short pause, I walked to the door. âI think I should go.â Before either of them could reply, I was out the door. What I saw surprised me.
There he was. John was in his car, waiting for me.
Evelyn:
I stared at how John was. Just when I thought he was under control, he manages to fool me. The nerve of him, keeping Krystal when he knew that I knew he was just using her, as an object of value, a trophy! I felt tempted to go out there again and whack him on the back of the head. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder.
âDonât. Heâs not worth it.â My brother says in the voice that always pulled me under control again.
âCanât she see that heâs using her?â
âI donât know. Have you tried convincing her to break up?â
âNo, but where are they going?â I ask grimly. My brotherâs face goes pale.
âGet the racing bikes. Weâre following them!â He yells.
âOkay!â I shout, and run to get the bikes.
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12-13-2007, 08:25 PM
Part 16:
Krystal:
Going by my instinct, I walked up to the car and opened the passengerâs side. Getting in quickly, I see John looks a little better than before. âIâm sorryâŚâ
That same luring smile flashed across his face, just like before. âItâs fine. I know it was his fault and not yours.â I looked up at him and he started the engine. âTo my house.â
As he sped away, I looked back at Lynnieâs house. No way. Lynnie and Tim were in the driveway, both of them sitting on bikes. Lynnieâs blue bike and Timâs red one looked like they could go pretty fast. By the looks of it, John had noticed this too. He sped up to 60âway past the speed limit of the little town. Before they could catch up, we were at his house.
John parked and ran over to my side, pulling the door open and forcing me out. He dragged me to his door, unlocking it extremely quickly. As soon as we were inside, he locked the door behind him.
Evelyn:
We pedaled as fast as we could, my legs going as fast as they could, and I lay as close as I could to my bike to prevent air resistance. Hurry, not much time, must protect her! Went my heart, and I could feel it go fast as we skidded to a stop in front of Johnâs house. I whip off my helmet, and run to the back door because the front was locked. I grabbed the handle, and threw the door open. There she was, Krystal, sitting there.
âWhy are you here, anyway?â she asks me before I could warn her.
âDoesnât matter. Whereâs John?â I murmur, my eyes darting around the room.
âHe said heâs just changing clothes so that he doesnât have the scent of blood on him.â She calmly replied.
âKrystal! Canât you see heâs using you?!â Tim says as he runs in the door at last. I check to make sure that the bandages werenât falling off, or if he was bleeding too badly. The bandages are soaked through, and the shirt ribbons are slowly falling off. I hear a door creak open, and see John standing there, with a look that could kill. His shirt off, with a jacket on that exposed his muscles. He was only wearing boxers, and we all could see what he was preparing for. Suddenly, I get an idea.
âWhereâs your parents?â I ask, glancing up.
âAway. Why should you care?â
âJust asking, do you have anything to drink? Iâm famished.â I calmly reply, as I hand Icy Fire, which was strapped to my back, to my brother.
â Sure. Iâll get you a Sprite, is that okay? All you have to do is come with me.â Silently, my brother and I follow him to the kitchen. John starts to pour the soda into a glass, then suddenly, I grab my sword, still sheathed, and give him a concussion. Tim grabs Johnâs car keys, and we get ready to run.
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12-13-2007, 08:26 PM
Part 17:
Krystal:
Hearing something was going on in the kitchen, I rushed out to see what was happening. When I got out there I found John laying on the floor and Lynnie with keys in her hand. âWhat⌠happened?â I managed to ask.
âI told you, heâs trying to use you!â Tim almost yelled, clearly angry. He waited for a minute for his anger to subside, and then talked again. âPlease believe me. Itâs quite obvious, even though I havenât known you long.â Tim looked really sympathetic for me, and that made me sadâand angry at the same time. How could I let him control my emotions so easily? I couldnât do this⌠I couldnât let this happenâŚ
Just when I was lost in thought, Johnâs body moved and he started to get up slowly. Through my daze I didnât even ask if he was okay. He didnât seem to mind though. His eyes were fixed on Tim as he stepped forward. âYou really think itâs gonna be that easy? Sheâs MINE! You CANâT have her. Not NOW, not EVER! Do you hear me? NEVER!!â
Evelyn:
âTim, Krystal, get in the car! Iâll take him on myself!â I scream as John gets up.
âSister⌠how? Youâre only a freshman in high school, and youâre not even half his size!â My brother says.
âBrother, you know the rough fencing training we went through in Australia. You donât have your sword anymoreâŚâ I yell back confidently.
âI know I donât have Cherygondio Sakura, but let me wield Icy Fire!â
âYou remember good old Iokl, donât you? He custom made those swords for us! You lost yours in a bet, I still have mine! And Icy Fire was made to fit a delicate feminine hand, not a muscular masculine hand! Let me finish it! Get Krystal away from here! I can bike out of here if I have to!â
âSisterâŚâ
âGo! NOW!â I scream as John suddenly grabs a kitchen knife, no, a BUTCHER knife!
âLynnie!â Krystal screams.
âGO!â I howl as a battle cry, and John lunges at me while my brother and Krystal run out to steal Johnâs car.
âPlease⌠be safe brotherâŚâ I whisper as they drive away. I could feel my brotherâs emotions so well that I could hear his thoughts, only two words.
Be safe.
I WILL! I scream in my head, and get ready for the fight to come.
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12-13-2007, 08:26 PM
Part 18:
Krystal:
Out in the car with Tim, I was too frightened and confused to think straight. What were we doing? And Lynnie!! She was fighting John... To protect me! How could my life be like this... and here I was, in a car with the person I was trying my hardest not to give in to. This was nearly impossible now.
Then I realized it: we were in Johnâs car and he would have to find us sometime! I quickly turned to Tim, question in my eyes. But before I can ask him anything, I burst out in tears. He looked at me, again a sympathetic look in his eyes. "We'll be okay." He reassured me. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." He kept staring at the road as he talked.
Surprisingly, this made me feel a lot better--more than I would have expected. I just leaned back into the chair, too content, thinking about all the wrong things. My mind drifted off into sleep, dreaming about Tim... When suddenly I was woken up by the breaks slamming and Tim cutting the ignition. "What--" I asked, being cutoff.
"Shhhh..." Tim shushed me, turning off the lights, making everything dark. "Don't move and stay quiet." Those were his only directions.
Evelyn:
âKrystal was never yours! Stay away from her!â I breathlessly say, cuts bleeding all over my body.
âShe was mine⌠she always will be MINE!â John screams.
âYouâre insane⌠youâre drunk⌠youâre⌠ackâŚâ I say, and run outside. I start biking, and suddenly pass out, and crash into a car.
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12-13-2007, 08:36 PM
Part 19:
Krystal:
Just as I was going to try to ask what was wrong, I heard a thud and knew something had hit the back of the car. Before I could do anything, Tim was out of the car. I got out to investigate.
Getting to the back of the car as quickly as I could, I saw that a biker had crashed into it. Lynnie! From what I could see, she was very injured. Her clothes were torn and blood was staining her shirt. She was crying, but Tim was by her side. I walked up to her slowly, not quite believing this was realâor not wanting to. John had done this to her. It could have been me.
Almost panicking, I put my arm around her shoulder. âL-Lynnie⌠are you okay?!â Tears were beginning to form in my own eyes.
She let out a sigh. âYou think IâM bad? You should see John.â She rubbed her eyes. âGoing that fast made my eyes water.â
So she wasnât crying? I went over to Timâs side, looking up at him, wondering what he would do next. Seeing my curiousness and the worry in my eyes, he put his arm around my shoulder, pressing my body against his. âDonât worry. Itâll be ok. Sheâll be fine.â I leaned against his body, completely giving in to what I kept trying to hide:
My love for Tim.
Lost in thought now, I barely noticed Lynnie bent over until Tim let go of me and caught her. âShe fainted.â He said, sounding more worried than before. I followed him to the back door of the car, ready to help him get Lynnie inside. But when I got there, I realized she was in the car and he was in the driverâs seat. I rushed to the passengerâs side and got in, the car already turned on.
I just stared at him as he started the car and shot up to 60 in a few seconds. I couldnât take my eyes off him, and that wasnât good. I had to at least try to control my emotions for him, even if I didnât succeed.
Once we got to the hospitalâno talking through the whole trip of 5 minutesâwe got out and Tim picked Lynnie up. He carried her into the lobby of the hospital, and walked up to the desk. âExcuse me. I have a seriously injured girl here, and she needs immediate help.â His voice was smooth yet urgent.
âOh my.â The woman at the desk pressed a couple of buttons on her keyboard. âWeâll get you a room right away.â She moved over to her computer and started to type. âAh. Here we go, take her back to room 23.â
Tim walked slowly to the room, still not talking to me. I didnât like this⌠but then again, I was pretty mean to him earlier. How would I make it up to him? And should I?
Before I could consider either option, I heard running behind us, and John grabbed my shoulder, making me jump. âKRYSTAL! What do you think youâre DOING?! Donât run away with him! Youâre MINE!! All MINE!!â He pulled me against his injured body, kissing me. I tried to pull away, but his grasp was too strong.
The next thing I knew, our bodies were separated by Tim, Lynnie no longer in his arms. I guessed heâd taken her to the room. âBack off, John! Stop using her, and donât tell me youâre not. Just let it go. I think itâs obvious whatâs best for her.â His voice was defensive, trying to protect me. He was even more attractive when he was mad. But that couldnât keep me in place. I ran outside as fast as I could and wandered out into the woods near the hospital.
Probably about ten paces behind me, I saw Tim running toward me. But he was too late. He couldnât do anything. âThis is for you, Tim! Sheâs the right one, Iâm hoping!â An unfamiliar male voice called and something sharp was slammed into my back. My body fell, but I was unconscious before I hit the ground.
Evelyn:
Days later, I wake up to find myself, now in bandages. I see an IV with water dripping, and find a spot on my arm completely patched up, and I assumed the hospital, as I had now found out where I was, had given me blood. I check out my surroundings more thoroughly. My cell phone, and a note with flowers, were both left on my bedside table. I also saw a picture, one of a favored hockey player, sitting behind the flowers, autographed. I grab my cell phone and dial my brother. One ring. Two rings.
âHello?â I hear my brotherâs voice, and itâs obvious that heâs sad.
âTim!â
âEvelyn?! Youâre awake?!â he said, calling me by my regular name.
âYeah, and what happened to Lynnie? Am I fully grown up now that Iâve been stuck in the hospital unconscious that you no longer call me Lynnie?â I tease, though perplexed by the fact that he called me Evelyn.
âSorry. Do you know itâs been three days since the huge blowup with John?â
âSo itâs Friday now? Wow, the days passed so quickly! So, what have you been up to?â
âOh, I have a girlfriend now.â
âItâs Krystal, isnât it?!â I said, excited that he had gotten his girl. Dead silence answers me.
âWhatâs wrong?â Still silent.
âItâs not Krystal?â I ask.
âNo, itâs this really nice girl named Kristin.â
âWhat happened to Krystal?!â
âShe⌠got hurt shortly after you were put in the room. Sheâs your roommate for now.â
âWho hurt her?! If itâs John then his flesh will be hung on his car!â I scream, enraged.
âLook, I canât talk right now, call me later, okay? Actually, Iâll be picking you up since the hospital said the day you woke up you can be discharged. Bye.â He finished. I hang up, and see that Krystal had now woken up.
âLynnie?! Youâre awake also?â she exclaims.
âYeah. Have you woken up in the past three days?â I ask her, to see if she knew anything I didnât.
âNo, actually, this is the first time Iâve woken up since I was stabbed in the back three days ago. I see that you got gifts, but all I got were some white lilies. Ever since I read this one book on superstition, I remember that lilies are the symbol for death, so someone wanted me dead.â
âWeirdâŚâ I say as both our faces go grim.
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12-13-2007, 08:37 PM
Part 20:
Krystal:
Glad that I had finally woken up, I was very curious and I didnât know why Lynnie looked so depressedâeven before I told her about the white lilies. I decided she needed to tell me what was wrong. I needed to ask questions.
âSo⌠youâre probably as clueless as I am, right? Oh, wait. Who were you just talking to on the phone?â
Lynnie looked as if she was hiding something when she spoke. âThat was⌠Tim. I called him when I was completely confused about my surroundings. Heâs at home right now.â
My eyes lit up when she mentioned his name, but she just looked away from me. âWhat is it?â And why isnât he here? I wanted to say⌠but I thought that was too conceited. Maybe he didnât feel the same way as I did⌠but then, why should he?
âThatâs⌠all.â Lynnie said reluctantly. I could tell there was more to this.
I thought of a way to ask her. âI wonât be mad, just tell me. Please, Lynnie!â I looked over at her until she met my gaze.
âThis is going to upset you, Krystal. ButâŚâ She trailed off.
âBut what! You HAVE to tell me now, come on!!â I almost yelled across the room, making my back hurt more than it already did.
She looked around the room, at the soft comfy chair, at the television, at the alarm clock radio, and at the phone before turning back towards me. âHe has a girlfriend. Krystal, Iâm sorry.â
The words she spoke seemed too unbelievable to be true. He wouldnât do that. But⌠I hadnât exactly been very good to him. I guess I deserved it after all⌠but still, if he DID feel the way I thought he might, how could he do this to me? If he knew the way I feltâŚ
There was a silence that dragged on several minutes until there was a knock on the door, and John walked inside. âKrystal, youâre finally awake!â He exclaimed, but when I though of him now I didnât feel the same way I used to. Now that Iâd met Tim, John seemed like nothing to me. Tim was so much better, we were so much more alike⌠Not to mention what John had been trying to do lately. And Tim and Lynnie were rightâhe was trying to use me. I remembered. One time, when I was either almost asleep or dreaming, I could remember the voices. John was telling Tim how he had me and Tim didnât. How I was just so awesome because I was his and no one elseâs. He would try to rub it into Tim so that he felt so bad and miserable he didnât know what to do. And thatâs why he got a girlfriend⌠it all made perfect sense.
John looked worried when I didnât answer him right away. âYou okay?â He asked, no concern in his voice what-so-ever.
âIâm fine.â I replied, sighing. âLook, John. I donât think weâre working out.â The words sounded more bitter than I meant them to be. âIâm in love with⌠someone else. Sorry.â I turned my face away from him, awaiting his response, guessing it would be violent. But it wasnât violent at all.
âI thought you loved me.â The words that would have caused me so much pain before now just seemed like words with no meaning at all.
My face still turned away from his, I answered him, even though he wasnât asking a question. âI thought I did too.â
Thatâs all it took to make him storm out of the room, leaving me there crying. I wasnât worried about him at all, but now my true love was taken away from me. I had to find out who this girl was. And fast. Because anyone was a suspect for who was behind injuring me so much, and anyone could be my potential killer.
Evelyn:
When I saw John storm away, I felt tempted to scream at him, just to make him feel even more guilty. But I was already troubled by something else. Yes, Krystal still loved my brother, but my brother was so far away that I couldnât feel his emotions. In fact, Krystal just dumped John to see if she could win Tim back over. But could she? I just left that to sit for a while, and tried to find an answer.
The next day, at school, Krystal and I were cleared by the hospital to go to school. Between first and second period, Krystal was talking to a guy with raven-black hair, just like me. Krystal notices me, and calls me over. I run over, curious about this guy that she was talking to.
âHey, Lynnie! This is Jeff, and you love hockey, right?â she cheerfully asks me.
âYeah, I LOVE it! But why did you have to ask that question with introducing me to him?â I ask, puzzled.
âWhich position?â she asks yet again.
âDefense. Why?â I ask, getting irritated.
âOh, Jeff, I think I found you a girlfriend!â
âWhat?! What do you mean, girlfriend?!â
âWhy, you donât have a guy of your own yet, right?â
âTrue, but-â I stutter, and Krystal pushes us close together. I stare up, since I have no other way to look at his face. My jaw drops, thinking:
Oh my god⌠he is the PERFECT guy for me! Black hair, defenseman, as a hockey player no less! Somewhat muscular, but not a death hug muscular! He is PERFECT!! As that thought ends, he suddenly, grabs me, and puts me on his shoulder. I continue the thought: And he does the same thing my brother does! I lean down and kiss him on the lips, and luckily no teachers are watching. But I had the feeling a pair of eyes are digging a hold into my back, seeing every movement of the kiss.
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12-13-2007, 08:37 PM
Part 21:
Krystal:
Although I was happy to hook the two up, I couldnât help but feel sorry for myself. As I watched them kiss, it seemed like there was a ripping sensation in my chest. Even though it wasnât Tim, I still wanted to be with him. I hadnât been able to get him out of my mind since Iâd waken up. Apparently, their kiss had just triggered the hurtânow physical as well as emotional.
I decided to go to my first class anyway, not going to the nurse. It seemed to drag on forever. After the longest 80 minutes ever, the bell rang and I headed out to see how Tim was doing⌠even if he was taken. On the way I bumped into Lynnie, still attached to Jeff who smiled at me as the passed. Lynnie was too preoccupied to even notice my existence. It seemed like my entire life was falling apart.
When I got to entrance to Timâs next class, he wasnât there. I looked around for him, and finally found where he was. He didnât see me, but I could hear his voice along with the voice of the girl Iâd never met. The girl I hated.
âWhat do you think about⌠Us?â Her voice seemed sweet. It made me extremely jealous. That should be me.
A short pause followed her question. âI love and care for you.â The words carved deeply into the hole where my chest was so injured inside. I wouldnât be able to stand for much longer.
She giggled. âAnd I love and care for you too.â That did it. I caught my fall with my hands. I was suddenly really hot, and sweating a lot. I looked around the corner and saw Tim holding the hands of a brunet, staring into her eyes. I knew I had to do something.
I got to my feet, charging in their direction. Until then, I hadnât realized there were tears staining my face. When I reached the girl, the words in my throat wouldnât seem to come out. I took me a minute to really yell at her.
âWHAT DO YOU THINK YOUâRE DOING?!â I thought about raising my hand and slapping her against the face, but I decided against it.
The look on Timâs face is what made my emotions break apart completely. I wanted to hug him, to know that he loved me. To know that he cared. But that as impossible. It was clear that he loved her, and not me. I just stared at him.
âI shouldnât have done this, but I think you guys should be friends. Kristenâs really sweet.â That pushed me to my limit, and the hole in my chest broke open, too far open to heal. I fell to the ground right in front of them.
âHow am I supposed to take thisâŚ?â I choked out. âYou want me to be her FRIEND?! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? You just say how wonderful this girl isâthis girl who you replaced me withâand you want me to give her a chance?! STOP STANDING UP FOR THE ENEMY!â I felt like I could throw up right there.
I could hear âKristenâ whisper a question to him. âWho IS this girl?â
âSheâs someone⌠I fell in love with. Iâm still in love with her.â He whispered back, bending down to my level and putting his arm around my shoulder.
âHowâŚcouldâŚyouâŚâ I said between gasping and crying. This felt so horrible.
He gently tilted my head up by placing he fingers on my chin and lifted it up. He stared into my eyes, making me even more sad than before. âIâm really sorry, hun. Let me explain. While you were with⌠JohnâŚâ He grimaced at the name. âI met Kristen. And I fell in love with her. I should of told her no, but I couldnât. You know how I am with people. But I love you more.â He leaned in and kissed me on the lips.
I really had some thinking to do.
Evelyn:
As Jeff and I walked through the hallway, we see Krystal, Kristin, and my brother in a little huddle, and Krystalâs kissing Tim, no correction, TIMâs kissing Krystal, going right at it. We exchange glances, and I smile.
âWhatâs so funny about that?â Jeff asks me.
âTo think they broke up a few days ago⌠and now this!â I laugh, and nod my head towards Kristin. âAnd she wonât be happy when this whole situationâs over at all. Timâs getting back with Krystal; and Krystal just broke up with her last boyfriend when we were in the hospital; and Kristin will just be looking for another boy, not knowing where to go, and not being in our group!â
âWow⌠and then we just sit here watching it all unfold!â He laughs back. Suddenly, Tim notices us and jogs over. Kristin just walks away, without saying a word. I try my hardest not to laugh, because already Krystal and Tim had reached level one in the dating game: holding hands.
âHey, Evelyn,â Tim says, yet again forgetting to call me Lynnie.
âLyn-nie.â I corrected.
âLynnie, whoâs this?â
âMy new boyfriend.â I answer, hugging him, but they canât help but laugh because my height was about the height of a small sixth grader, and his was an average height.
âTake a look at my girlfriend!â Tim joked.
âSheâs the only one you got!â I joke back, remembering a song. We laugh, and disperse to our next classes.
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12-13-2007, 08:38 PM
Part 22:
Krystal:
A few months laterâŚ
Everything still going great in both Lynnieâs and my love life, I decide to ask Lynnie if she wants to move in with me on campus, and see if Tim and Jeff will move in together. The only problem would be the guys couldnât stay in our rooms past ten, and three girls had to share a roomâso weâd have to find a roommate. I walk to the doors to the school, finding Tim waiting for me and Lynnie with Jeff nearby.
âHey guys, I have this awesome idea!!â I almost scream at them. âLynnie and I can share a room here on campus, and, Tim, you and Jeff could too!! How awesome would that be?!â I know they can sense my enthusiasm, because Iâm almost jumping up and down right in front of them.
âThat WOULD be pretty cool⌠do you think we can do that?â Lynnie looks almost surprised that I asked. She looks up at Jeff to see what he thinks.
Jeff looks over at Tim. âWhat do you think? Weâd be able to see these two more often.â He says, gesturing toward Lynnie and me.
âI think that would be pretty nice.â Tim answers, looking over at me and smiling. âLetâs do it. Iâm in.â He puts is right arm around me, pressing me against his side.
After a short pause, Lynnie agrees too. âI guess we could⌠but we need to find a roommate! Wait, what about that new girl⌠was it Flora? How about her?â
âOkay.â I say after thinking for a minute. âLetâs go find her!â
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After Flora decided to move in with us, and Tim and Jeff found someone to move in with them, we went to the main office. âExcuse meâŚâ I say to the lady behind the desk. Her tiny glasses matched with her small figure, looking up at me from her chair.
âYes?â She asks in a small, soft voice. She must be pretty new working here. It looked like she had directions on her desk on how to do some things on the computer.
âLynnie, Flora, and I would like to rent a room here on campus. So would Tim, Jeff, andâŚâ I look behind me to see a guy standing beside Tim. Most of his hair was short, but he let his bangs grow out and cover his right eye. The color of his hair was the most surprising. It was a shade of very light blueâlike ice. âWhat was your name again?â I ask him, trying not to be rude.
He just looked at me for a second, as if he was looking inside me. His light blue eyes matched his hair, and the bore into me, making me feel like a thousand tiny needles were poked into my skin. He must have noticed, and that made him smile. âIâm Frozt.â I swore I saw him wink at me before I turned back toward the small ladyâwhose nametag read âTinaâ.
âSo, is there any way we could have rooms close to each other? I mean, I know the buildings are separate, but pretty close?â I look at her as she types something into her computer.
Looking back up at me, she replies, âYes, for you girls the room 112 is open, and for the gentlemen, room 436 is open. Theyâre across from each other on the ground floor.â She smiles at me.
âOkay, weâll take them!â I say, not even discussing the decision with the others. âHere are our down payments.â I had Tina to checksâone with my signature and one with Timâs. âCan we please have the keys?â I ask, too anxious.
âOne moment.â Tina walks off into a back room, emerging with six keysâthree per room. âThere you are. Just tell me if you have any concerns or problems.â
I hand a pair of the keys that say 112 to Lynnie and Flora, keeping one for myself. Then I hand the guys their keys, pausing in front of Frozt. He seemed to be mentally pulling me toward him, even though he knew I had a boyfriend. I pressed the keys in his hands and walked out the door.
Evelyn:
Something⌠weird was about Frozt. His hair color⌠was out of the ordinary⌠like he was⌠HIS son. Not good for me at all.
A Few Minutes Later:
I was walking down the hall, by myself, and suddenly notice a poster in the hall saying something about a dorm party. I stop to take a look, then suddenly a boy rams into me, full speed, and we both lose our books. I pick mine up, and suddenly a girl with hair the color of blood passes by. I swear that she blushed as she passed us, and she quickly proceeded to my next class. I wave good bye to the boy that bumped into me, and sit down in the next class, noticing red headed girl was sitting next to me. I pass a note to her, with a well drawn dragon egg on the front.
Hey, whatâs your name? Also, why did you blush as you passed me and that boy in the hall? - Evelyn (you can call me Lynnie)
She reads the note, and passes it back.
Hey Lynnie, Iâm Abigail, Abby for short. Be angry at me all you want, but I canât tell you yet exactly why I blushed in the hall. She takes more notes, then class is dismissed, and its free period, so I head to the dorms.
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12-13-2007, 08:39 PM
Part 23:
Krystal:
After the day if finally over, I rush to dorm 112 and unlock the doorâsomething Iâd have to get used to. When I got there, Lynnie was already unpacking her bags and sitting on the bed closest the door. Flora was also there, fixing her make-up in the bathroom.
âHey guys!â I call out. âIâm gonna go see how Tim and the guys are doing, Iâll be back in a little.â They were probably too busy to hear me, because neither of them answered. I walked out the door anyway.
Once I got to the boysâ dorm, I looked for room 436. Getting there in almost a rush, I knocked on the door. To my surprise, it wasnât Tim who answeredâinstead, it was Frozt.
âWhy hello.â He greeted me, obviously sensing my nervousness around him. He smiled that smile that showed all of his perfect teeth. âCome on in.â
Pausing, I finally am able to get out some words. âUm⌠I was just wondering if Tim was home. I wanted to see how you guys were doingâŚâ
âHeâs out right now. But you can still come in.â He gestured his hand and pulled me inside.
The big window on the far side of the room showed that Tina was rightâthe two rooms were right across from each other. Frozt went over to a dark blue couch that looked exceptionally comfy, and I joined him. âSoâŚâ He said, piercing through my eyes again.
I tried to look down, but it just didnât work. No. I couldnât do anything like this to Tim. I mean, even though he has seemed distant lately, it doesnât mean that he doesnât care about me. I guess itâs just loneliness⌠it just seems like heâs keeping something from me.
Frozt and I chatted about random little things longer than I expectedâa few hours later (at seven) Tim walked through the door to see me sitting extremely close to Frozt, our skin touching. I move away a little, but Frozt pulls me back to him, his arm around my waist.
Tim walks over to us immediately and I try to stand. Again, though, Iâm anchored to the couch by Froztâs arm. âIâm sorry! It isnât what it looks like⌠weâre just friends!â As soon as the words escaped my mouth, Frozt had turned me toward him and he kissed me. Trying to break the kiss, I pulled away, but to no avail. There I was, kissing someone I had just met, right in front of my boyfriend. When he finally let me free of the kiss, Tim was no where in sight.
I got up right away, pulling free of Froztâs arm, and ran out of the room. By now, tears were streaming down my face. I ran out to the lobby, finding Tim. I went up to him as fast as I could and hugged him. But instead of hugging back, he pushed me away. I stumbled backwards and fell on the floor. This was the most violent thing heâd ever done to me.
I just sat there, looking up at him. Through the tears and the lump in my throat, I managed to choke up three words. ââŚLetâŚmeâŚexplainâŚâ When I looked up into his eyes, they held no compassion. Like he didnât care. Like he didnât want to have anything to do with me. Like he didnât love me. Like I was a stranger.
Evelyn:
Suddenly I jolt awake, feeling my brotherâs rage flaming inside of me. I get out of my pajamas and run to the lobby, and thereâs Krystal, sobbing on her knees, and my brother nowhere to be seen.
âWhat happened?! Why am I feeling rage?! Did you do something?!â I scream at her, and she only sobs more loudly. I grit my teeth, and suddenly, I get hit with a wave of depression from my brother.
âWell, explain, you cheater!â I hear my brother yell at Krystal, and I see my brother standing there in the entrance of the lobby.
âLet⌠me⌠explain!â Krystal wails. This time, it is I who walked out of there, and I felt like ripping off my head, millions of waves coming throughout the school, and I feel every moment of every emotion. I start running away, and get lost in the woods, only thinking of how badly my head hurts.
The next day, I suddenly feel hungry. I suddenly see a rabbit, and grab it, break its neck, and kill it. I savagely tear it apart, eating every piece. I lick my lips, and run, on all fours, to catch another kill. My hands donât feel the sharp stones underneath, and I unsheathe my newly discovered claws and kill a larger creature, and savagely rip it apart. Every day, the cycle repeats, and my senses become more acute as I go completely werecat.
(For many weeks Evelyn discovers her true self, and does not remember how it was like being a werecat, only the fact that in the last few weeks her memory was slowly fading of everything human, as if being a werecat was making her a full werecat, and she would never remember how it was like being humanâŚ)
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12-13-2007, 09:08 PM
Part 24:
Tim:
I look down at her and feel a horrid hate in my heart. As I stand there looking down my head starts to throb. I hear so many voices. I run out of the lobby and outside of the building and take a few steps then drop to my knees. An intense feeling of heat runs through my body and I begin to ache. I run out into the forest writhing in horrid pain. I begin to feel an intense want to kill. I see a small fox cub trying to find its mother. I mindlessly run forward biting down on the back of its head. It yelps a blood curdling yelp trying to get its mother or something to help it. But before it is half way through I put my new found paw on its back and apply pressure. A loud snap rings out as the small foxâs back is broken. It lays there and I savagely tear it to bits devouring everything I can. I still feel an empty feeling in my stomach I search for something anything to eat. I dash throughout the woods and hear water running and I hear something someone's thoughts. I search for whatever it may be. Finally I spot someone, a small girl not much older looking then I would normally look standing at the stream looking into the water. I stare at the person for a moment and sprint off looking once more for something to kill.
Krystal:
Going back to the dorm, I unpack my stuff and lay down on my bed. Flora just watches me, eventually getting the courage to talk.
âWhatâs wrong?â Her voice sounded gentle, but my response was rigid and full of sadness.
I looked at her with reddened eyes. ââŚFroztâŚTimâŚgoneâŚeverythingâŚnothing... â Was all I managed to stutter out. I wiped my eyes and laid my head back down, continuing to cry.
Flora came over to the side of my bed. âI know we just met, but I want to help you. What is it?â Her voice was gentle again, sounding like chimes blowing in the wind.
Looking back at her again, I wonder if I should let her know what happened. Let her know how my life has been destroyed. Let her know how Iâm dead now. I decide against it. âItâs nothing⌠Iâll tell you laterâŚâ My voice is barely a whisper.
âItâs okay, Iâll leave you alone. Iâm sorry for whatever it is.â She walks away without another word. She could never be sorry enough. No one could feel how I felt right at that very moment. My heart had been ripped apart and all the pieces were lost. The only person who could find them was Tim.
Thatâs another thing. I could feel that something else was wrong, beside him being so extremely upset. SomethingâŚbut I just couldnât decide what.
And then there was Frozt. He was the real reason that caused all of this. How could he do that, try to ruin my relationship with Tim? Heâs new here, he had nothing against me.
I had a lot of thinking to do once more.
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12-13-2007, 09:10 PM
Part 25:
Tim:
I dashed throughout the forest looking for something anything to eat. The hunger was starting to go away but one thing stayed in my head, the thoughts. Almost as if the person was following me.
As I thought of this I ran straight into the back of something that knocked my to the ground. I got up quickly and noticed what I had stumbled into was a large family of bears. As I looked at the largest bear probably being the male it stood up on its back legs and pounced down on me. Suddenly I couldn't breathe for a split moment. I stood up again and stumbled backwards my arm in great pain.
I started to slowly move to circles around the bears looking for an opportunity to strike. Suddenly I saw it between the two adults I could run in and grab one of the smaller weaker ones. As I lunged forward at the smallest one I felt a huge pain in my side and I soared through the air and tumbled away. I got up and ran off feeling light headed like I was gonna pass out.
I arrived at the river and dropped to my knees I put my hand at my side and noticed I was bleeding all over and had left a nice trail. I tried to swim across the river to throw off the trail but the pain was too intense I passed out in the middle of the river.
Krystal:
The next thing I knew I was waking up to the sound of the TV. I looked around the room to notice Flora, sitting on the edge of her bed. She seemed completely focused on the show she was watching, zoned out.
I needed to break the silence, but first I looked at the clock beside my bed. 1:32 AM. Instead of being surprised that my new friend was up this late, I was happy to have someone to talk to. âDid Lynnie get home yet?â My voice sounded tired and different than usual because I had just woken up.
âNo.â She said, her voice stern for some reason I didnât know. Her focus never left the TV, and her eyes seemed cold.
Suddenly I wasnât so sure I was happy she was awake as well. âIâll tell you what happened nowâŚâ I offered.
She now looked over at me. âOkay.â I didnât know why, but it seemed like she already knew. Like I didnât need to tell her.
I told her anyway, though, going through every single detail and crying again. She seemed pleased when I mentioned Frozt. I wasnât sure why.
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