OOC/ Elphie here again! –bows- Sorry for my insanely long leave of absence. As most of you know, I am an aspiring musical actress and I was very fortunate to have some amazing theatrical experiences these past few months. But now I have reached a complete dull in my thespian life… –sobs- But this gives me more time to write for all of you fabulous readers!
I am still working on my Baby fanfiction, but I need a break from it. Don't worry, readers!! I will be back! For now, because of my enormous (we're talking larger than life, folks) obsession with Degrassi, I have decided to try a fanfiction. We'll see how it goes, eh? Did anyone get my Canadian humor right there? No? Ah, I'll keep trying ;;
Like my other fic, this one will be set to various songs that I believe set the mood. I will be posting the lyrics beforehand instead of doing songfics. My best friend, and avid fanfiction writer, recently informed me about how annoying songfics are. Woops. I'll try this instead. If you really want to get into my head, put the song that is designated at the top on while reading that particular chapter. It'll be epic.
Here we go, my readers:
Brace Yourself: Triumph over Tragedy
Chapter 1: Shake It
I'll take you home if you don't leave me at the front door (front door)
You're body's cold, but girl we're getting so warm
And I was thinking of ways that I could get inside (get inside)
Tonight you're falling in love (let me go now)
The feelings stirring me up (here we go now)
Now if she does it like this will you do it like that
Now if she touches like this, will you touch her right back
Now if she moves like this, will you move it like that (come on)
You're lips tremble but your eyes are in a straight stare (straight stare)
You're on the bed but your clothes are laying right there
And I was thinking of places that I could hide
Tonight you're falling in love (let me go now)
The feelings stirring me up (here we go now)
Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, uh shake it!
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"Will you hurry up?"
It was as though nail polish was flying through the air. The music downstairs was on full blast, and the curtains were ricocheting with the bass pressure excreting from the stereo. Anonymous voices could be heard from the rooms below, trailing up the stairs to linger with the treble vocals.
"Mia, I'm serious! Everyone's already here!"
She was examining herself in the mirror, taking extra care to make herself up. She wanted to look perfect, and she wasn't sure if she had achieved that image yet. The knee-length red strapless dress she had purchased the previous day was sitting a little too tight behind. The black high heels were already starting to hurt her feet. Her jewelry wasn't matching like it was supposed to. She wanted to look absolutely perfect, and nothing less than that. Her hands ran down her stomach, onto her thighs, and then back up to her hips.
"Jane, does this look okay?"
With a sigh, the darker haired of the two paced from the door and back over to her friend. She looked at her, and smiled.
"You always look great, Mia. Who are you trying to impress, anyway? Don't you already have a boyfriend- oh yeah! My brother!" She playfully punched her in the shoulder. "Now come on. We're missing all the action."
With a nod, Mia proceeded to follow Jane out of her bedroom, shutting off the lights on her way out.
She wasn't always like this.
In elementary school, Mia Jones had been the smart one. Everything academic seemed to come naturally to her and she was always the one that was elected to help those who were struggling. She was bright and cheerful, and never had a sour attitude about anything. Teacher pegged her as valedictorian of her high school class, and foresaw great things in her future.
When she reached junior high, things began to change. School became a chore as opposed to the delight she had once taken in it. Her style changed dramatically from a formal attire to a dark, unapproachable one. She left her friends, the ones who had been loyal to her from the beginning, and picked up new ones; 'friends' who would ultimately help her achieve her defining moment.
In seventh grade she discovered parties. Her first one, at fellow seventh grader Johnny deMarco's house, resulted in several people becoming ill due to alcohol poisoning, and the police being called. The emotions that Mia had felt during the dancing, during the drinking- during the entire experience- had her hooked. From then on, she was no longer known as the smart one. She was the partier. She knew how to have a good time, and she was always one to find it.
No one tried to stop her. Her mother, single and always working, didn't pay much attention to her daughter's abrupt transformation into destruction. There was no one else for her. Nobody ever tried to warn her of what could happen. Everyone else urged her on, as though ready to see her fall.
On the particular night that changed everything, the mood was hot and heavy at the temporarily parentless home of Jane and her brother Lucas. Teenagers, ranging in age from sixth to ninth grade, were crammed into the main floor, dancing like maniacs, drinking whatever they could get their lips on, and shouting to their hearts desire.
It was just another Friday night.
As soon as Jane and Mia reached the bottom of the stairs, people cascaded into their view. The two girls took their separate ways, both looking for someone in particular. For Jane, it was the boy she had been crushing on for two months now: Drake Lempkey. For Mia, it was her boyfriend Lucas. The pair had been dating for nearly four months, and things were beginning to heat up. Maybe 'heating up' was and understatement; things were beginning to burst into red-hot flame.
She spotted him near the drink table, pouring himself another cup of beer. She smiled and hurried to him, grabbing his waist and pulling herself into his body. He jumped slightly in surprise, accidentally sloshing himself with the drink, but didn't seem to mind much when he realized who was attacking him.
"Hey there, gorgeous," he whispered, his words only slightly slurred. His breath smelled of booze, but Mia wasn't one to mind. Soon enough, hers would match his.
"Dance with me," she purred, taking a hold of his free hand as one of her favorite songs, Lady Marmalade, came blasting through the speakers surrounding them.
Setting down his drink, Lucas hurried after Mia onto what could be considered the dance floor. Everyone around them was moving to the beat, drinks spilling onto the carpet, windows outwardly trembling in protest to the sounds. Within moments, Mia was grinding her hips into Lucas's waist, kissing his neck seductively. He willingly went along with it, his hands caressing her lower back and bottom.
Song after song they danced, only stopping to get drinks.
It was nearing midnight.
As she proceeded to kiss his face, teasing him, he grasped her wrist.
"Why don't we find someplace more private?" he asked, his voice husky and low.
A pause. Then:
She smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."
Taking her hand, Lucas led her toward his empty, dark bedroom. Looking around at the partiers around them, he allowed her to enter, and shut the door behind them.
She was only thirteen.
OOC/ DUHN DUHN DUHN! –dramatic pause- So there's my first chapter! It's not much, but I had to get it out of the way. I hope it played out on paper as it did in my head. It is hard to get it just how I want it.
Once again, I feel the urge to point out that I am not a writer in the slightest- I am an actor, a singer, a dancer.
Reviews are soooooo appreciated! Even just a little hint that you, dear reader, took the time to read this first chapter of my new tale. Just a little reminder that someone out there cares!! –cue sappy music- Nah, just please review!
Until later! And I promise it won't be as long- ELPHIE :)