I hope Ya'll like this story cuz I tries to make it good.
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Me: AHHHHHHHHHH!
Katie: What?
Me: HE BIT ME!
Katie: Who? Your brother?
Me: No. Stephanie Meyers Edward Cullen.
Chapter 1: Fight For All The Wrong Reasons
Well I wanted you
I wanted no one else
I thought it through
I got you to myself
You got off
Everytime you got onto me
I got caught up
In favorable slavery
Was it wrong? Was it wrong?
I guess it wasn't really right
I guess it wasn't meant to be
It didn't matter what they said
'Cuz we were good in bed
I guess I stuck around to watch us fight for all the wrong reasons
No, it didn't matter what i tried
It's just a little hard to leave
When your going down on me
I guess I stuck around so I could watch us fight for all the wrong reasons
Well you know my friends
Well they know your enemies
I'd pretend
Not to hear what they said to me
'Cuz I got off
Every time you got onto me
Was it wrong
To go with insanity?
This song was rumbling through my head as I sat in a discusting jail cell. I was in here because I shoplifted a candy bar from a local walmart. I had to give that awesome candy bar back, and as a punishment I get to live in this decaying place untill my older brother, Sam, came to pick me up.
Instead of going to live with him I'd rather rot in this place. I mean it stinks in here. It smells like a sunk shit in here. I don't even think the skunk could stand living here.
I heard metal clanging together and voices right outside the room. This awoke me from my dreadful mind.
" I don't know what she looks like, but my wife told me she was in here. She's like 5'1...maybe? I really don't know. She is almost 17." A deep husky voice said. I looked up from a rat that lay dead on the floor to my captor and a tall young man.
I knew the man was Sam even though I didn't look at him. He has the same voice as ever. It never changes.
" I'm sorry, but all of the prisoners are over 18." My captor,Johnny, said. I think. I really don't know. I gave him a lap dance yesterday, and I really don't know. The reason I gave him a lap dace is simple.
There are two reasons. One, It'll get me out earlier, and two, he has an awesome body. He has an eight pack, he's 23, and he's a really great kisser. He thought I was 21, but I'm only 16. I'll turn 17 in November. And I think it's May.
" Hey Sammy." I said. One he heard my voice his head whipped to me so fast that I thought he was gonna break it off(It was kinda funny actually). His eyes instantly found mine. Dark Brown to Dark Blue. I know he saw through my Dark Blood Red contacts.
I smiled a Damon Salvitor fake smile that didn't reach my eyes. He grinned back. His reached his eyes, mine didn't. I saw in his eyes that he was kinda happy to see me. I just wanted to rot in this damn cell for all of eternity. He had other plans for me.
" Um, thats my little sister, Sophie." Sam said with a sheepish look on his face. Johnny looked at me with a discusting look on his face. Ewwwwww! He wants me so bad. No that I would ever do him, but ewwwwwwwwww!
Johnny came over and unlocked my cell. I heard the keys jiggle in the lock when he opened it. Then the lock smoothly slid off its holding thingie. He then opened the door that kept me imprisioned for the time I had been here.
I got off the bed thing I was sitting on and started to walk slowly into the light.
I'm pretty sure I had changed since I'd last seen him. My hair was a whitish silver color with blood red tips. My skin was lighter. I had a few tattoos that were visable. I had on dark makeup. And I had a verry different attitude.
When I walked out into the light I heard Sam gasp. He remembered me as the goody-two-shoes Sophie that always loved everyone, that always had a goofy grin plastered onto her face, that always made sure that she had on at least one shade of a pink or a purple.
There was three words to sum up me. I Had Changed.
I continued to walk out of the room, down the hall, and out to my car. My car was in the parking lot. Space number 364. My car is a new 2010 Camarro. Its yellow with black racing stripes. Its a two door and doesnt have a backseat.
I heard Sams footsteps right behind me. I ran to my Camarro and got inside the drivers seat. Sam had parked right beside my car. He has an old S10 pickup truck. His truck is a faded red with a white hood.
Sam got into his truck and started to pull out. I followed him all the way to his house.
~big brothers stink~
When we got to him and Emilys house he got out of his truck and immediatly went inside the house, leaving me fending for myself.
How rude! I instantly thought to myself. Instead of yelled an insane amount of cuss words at him I got out of my car and walked to the trunk. All my important stuff is in there.
I carefully hit the trunk button on my keys. With my luck the trunk lid would hit me on my head. The lid swung up and completely missed my head. Yay! It didn't hit me!
I grabbed my guitar out of the trunk first. I left the lid open as I walked over to the house. It only took a few steps to reach the porch. When I was on the porch I tool the 3 strides to get the door. I opened it. I heard all the voices quit speaking.
My eyes widened in surprise. There were 8 HOTT guys in this room. This is gonna be awesome! I love Hott guys, well who doesn't? Well, a straight guy might not. (A/N I support gay rights) And maybe a gay girl.
I smiled and thought of how much fun I was gonna have. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .