Blue Kitsune: Hey people just finished trying to work on my stuff and decided on revising this a little thanks to the help of ... who looked over my story and made some revisions over it. Without their help, I would not have realize how bad my grammar structure was. I have done my best not to copy too much of the story from the original but here is told from a FemDarren, Darlene Shan and hope everyone will like it and tell me your honest opinion. Please read and review!
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Darlene Shan: Living Nightmare
You know how we sometimes like to think that there is more to life than what seems to exist and would give anything just to have the chance to experience it in our lifetime?
Yeah, isn't it amazing how one seemingly innocent decision can possibly change everything you knew, your whole life around in a heartbeat?
For me, it came in the form of a ticket. But it was not just to go see any ordinary show, no this was far more special; it was to something that would definitely throw my world into a spin and that there would be no going back once it did.
I'll explain about it later but first let me properly introduce myself before we get started.
My name is Darlene Shan and I am about to tell you my life's story. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, just another one of those boring biographies that talks about what it was like growing up and the things we've accomplished back in the day, yada yada.
I understand. Some can be all right and others…well not so much. They can be really boring.
I know believe me I had to read some for school and never got around to finishing them because it was all just blah, blah, blah.
I mean no offense but where's the stuff that we crave. The hard-core action, the spine-tingling, hair-raising excitement you find mostly in fiction books or movies that add a zest to our already boring existence?
Well, welcome to reality people. I know that it sounds harsh but we live in the real world and on a daily bases unusual things don't just happen.
And I really hate to burst your bubble but life isn't like a fairytale because there aren't always happy endings. Sometimes the hero dies and can't be brought back to go save the day or beat the crap out of the bad guys.
Life is unfair and I admit that not everything is as black and white as we like to think. Sometimes it's a mixed of grey with just a tint of red or at least to me but you'll understand later hopefully…
Anyway, my story is not what you might expect from someone like me. Mine's different and you're probably wondering why that is? Well for one thing I was never what you might call a normal girl, not by anyone's standards, even before I became who I was later on.
I was a tomboy pretty much my whole life, I acted like one of the guys and was not into the whole idea of being 'girly' and there's also the fact that my favourite things in the world are spiders.
Do you think it's weird perhaps?
Sure everyone else freaks when I tell them this, and even as a kid I had always been the one to say, "I love spiders!" or "when I grow up, I'm gonna be the spider queen!"
It certainly gave my 3rd grade teacher a shock when she heard me say that. She almost called in my parents. Still, it was funny seeing the look on her face and I'm sure no one else forgot that either.
To be honest I hadn't really grown out of that phase...well I don't go shouting out I'm the spider queen after one embarrassing incident which I'm rather take to my grave than tell you about it.
Sure, people wondered if I was screwed in the head for thinking spiders are cool. I don't see what the big deal is. Everyone kept saying girls shouldn't even like them, that spiders are scary and disgusting. My parents have also attempted to curb my unusual interests but seeing as they couldn't no matter how much they've tried they simply gave up.
To them and everybody else I would never be normal, but I don't care. Spiders are my life and you can take that to the bank!
The kids my age didn't really get me and though. They thought I was abnormal and went as far to avoid me as much as possible. Others, the ones who were pretty much disgusted thinking I'm too weird, would try to make my life a living hell.
I remember how in middle school, some of the girls, the ones I really couldn't stand loved to pick on me because to them I was nothing more but a freak in their perfect world and should be squashed out on sight.
They would tease me, constantly calling me names and bully me by doing things like pushing me into closet and locking me in or taking my things so I had to go search for them and miss most of my classes that day.
I tried to ignore them as much as I could but the one thing that really set me off was when I found my favourite notebook, the one where I drew all my sketches of spiders and other things, was missing. Only to later find pieces of them, torn to shreds, and being thrown in the hallway like confetti while the girls looked down at me, smiling at my suffering.
That had definitely been the last straw for me and I swore was going to make them pay, so, with some help from my good friends, I got my revenge.
We got a bucket full of plastic snakes, bugs and a can of green paint. Added a little glue and other stuff and put it in the girl's locker room right before they walked in. They were later seen running out, screaming bloody murder while covered from head to toe in green goop and plastic critters.
Man that had been the best revenge I had ever gotten. I wish I had a camera to capture that moment, it was absolutely priceless when we saw the leader of the group looking like the bride of Swamp Thing.
It was so freakin' hilarious despite getting an earful from my folks after the principal called and being grounded for a month. It was still well worth it.
Because not only did the bullies never bother me again, but some steered clear of me whenever they saw me coming down the hall, knowing what me and my friends were capable of doing.
That will show them to mess with the likes of us!
So yeah, I know I'm not the most popular person in school but it didn't really matter to me because the only one who understood me was my best friend, Steve.
There's no one I'd rather hang out with and it's funny as I look back I thought no matter what happened, that we would always be friends and nothing would ever tear us apart.
Or at least that's what I thought.
Perhaps it was our fate to see the events that unfold before I even knew how everything would quickly change and turn into this.
If only things had been different than none of this would have happened, none of these terrible things would've occurred as they did…
Sorry, I'm getting a little carried away and think it's best you know that I'm only speaking the truth, every word of it and whether you believe me or not is up to you.
For everything that I've done is all written in here and most of you might not consider it, but I'm letting you know I'm just telling you my story, nothing more, nothing less.
I've seen things that no one could ever imagine but I wish I never did.
Still don't believe me? Well if you still want to read what I have to tell you, let us begin my story…
It all started because of a dream I had but was no ordinary dream. It was so terrifying and at the same time so real that I should of known what destiny had in mind for me, for all of us....
