Heh....boo!
An Odd Prodigy
by, MEEEEEEEEE!
Note- all I own is Caitlin, Jerome, Matt, and Kara. The end. And
other people...like numerous teachers and random kids. But, the rest
I do not own. =)
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Drip...Drip...Drip....
Rythymicly the tap water from the fauset driped, the sink was a pure
white, normal looking. A pair of gray blue eyes stare at the water
dripping...dripping...into the sink. The eyes were hidden behind light
brownish red hair that hung down in a some what tangled-sweaty look
as if she lived in the jungle. The girl...a frail, but lithe and strong, stood
over almost hypotized by the water ponding against the sink. She doesn't
blink, no...she just watches. Her light olive skin drips with the water
she, only a few minuets ago, splashed onto her face, leaving the top
of her olive green tank top some what damp, she sweats in her faded
shorts that came up two inches above her knee's.She suddenly looks
into the mirror, her reflection suddenly morphs from a rather attractive
fourteen year old girl, into a burned and deformed face. She presses her
palms, then almost instictly, her long skiny fingers from her cheeks to her
lips, then the rest of her face. Which continues to show burns as if
she were being burned alive! This realization turns into a blood curling
scream which is formed by herself, screaming as loud as she can so that
maybe someone would hear her? It does come true, only to be followed
by dark giggling somewhere in the distance...
BEEP! BEEP!
Caitlin sat up in her bed! Sweat perspiring all over her body,
as she shakes in fear. She presses a hand to her damp forehead, then
the other one and started to moves them franticaly all over her face,
to make sure she wasn't still burned. A long sigh of reliefe passes through
her mouth when it really was just a nightmare.The same pair of grayish
blue eys that were once terrorfied, now turned along with her shaking head
to the alarm clock, that was beeping and flashing religiously.
7:15 A.M.
She curls her right hand into a fist and slams it onto the alarm clock.
She spent some time, like she does every mourning to put off getting ready
for school, loooking around her new room. The room was covered had light blue walls, filled
with posters of numerous rock bands, broadway plays, and male actors. Even
male models, preferabley Travis Flimmel. A very attractive blonde, blue-eyed
Aussi, with a great body.
By her door, she had desk, mostly for homework. It was wooden, and brown,
with school books and lastnights unfinnished homework. She has enough knowledge in her
to be an honor student, but not enough descipline. Which makes her laugh, since her father
is a Marine Sgt. Her bed was like any other bed, on set, messy, just with Teenage Mutant
Ninja turtles for the bed sheets. Hey, at least it wasn't something like that damned N*SYNC.
Her concentration was broken by a loud banging sound, probably shaking the sign outside the
door that says, "GO AWAY!" in bold letters.
"What?" Caitlin asks, in a annoyed, tired, and whiny voice. Her eyes swell with the lack of sleep,
the strange dream she can still remember clearly.
She should of known, like every mourning, her mother would bang manically on the door.
"Caitlin, its time to get ready for school!" Maggie Burroughs said to her fourteen year old
daughter. Her dark brown hair was still in her usual bob style, since a decade nothing about
her really ever changed. Caitlin was the most difficult. She was the first child, and the oldst, therefor
loved to cause Maggie stress she already had with clients. After...he..came back, they
closed the teen shelter, so she had to find work elsewhere. Granted, Caitlin was only three,
Matt was still a baby, had to have work to support them. Though, they are now teenagers. All but one,
Kara, and they don't really know how much she had to do for them.
Caitlin huffed in agrevation. She floped back down in her bed and covered her sheets over her
face. "No!" She whined and proceded to try to go back to sleep.
Matt walked in. Slowly becoming buff because of football, he was rather a large boy of almost
thirteen. His dark brown hair was spiked, as he wore just a plan white t-shirt and jeans, with dirty
sneakers, granted, none of the seventh grade girls cared too much about the clothes when it
came to Matt. His gray eyes looked at his mother, as when a second she bekonded him.
"Do it." She simply said.
As if knowing what she was going to say---or hoping, he pulls out clear-orangeish a water
gun out of his pocket,dramaticly opers the door and squirts it at his older sister by two years.
And like every mourning, it ended with Caitlin screetching, slaming the door in everyones faces,
and glaring at her mother on the rutine drive to school. Though, this was a new school.
Springwood High. She lived in the ghetto, Elm Street. Caitlin thought she was a character in
Leave it to Beaver, this town was disguistingly normal!
How wrong can a person be?
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Authors Note: This probably isn't the greatst part ... but it's still something, right? Spelling
and the other stuff isn't great, I know. I think I broke spell check, can you do that? Or, if you
could, I'd broken it by now. If you give me a bad review, make it polite...and NICE. Okay?
Okay. I'm not making you review, LOL It'll take effort. Something I never had..
An Odd Prodigy
by, MEEEEEEEEE!
Note- all I own is Caitlin, Jerome, Matt, and Kara. The end. And
other people...like numerous teachers and random kids. But, the rest
I do not own. =)
* * * * * * * ** * * ** * * *
Drip...Drip...Drip....
Rythymicly the tap water from the fauset driped, the sink was a pure
white, normal looking. A pair of gray blue eyes stare at the water
dripping...dripping...into the sink. The eyes were hidden behind light
brownish red hair that hung down in a some what tangled-sweaty look
as if she lived in the jungle. The girl...a frail, but lithe and strong, stood
over almost hypotized by the water ponding against the sink. She doesn't
blink, no...she just watches. Her light olive skin drips with the water
she, only a few minuets ago, splashed onto her face, leaving the top
of her olive green tank top some what damp, she sweats in her faded
shorts that came up two inches above her knee's.She suddenly looks
into the mirror, her reflection suddenly morphs from a rather attractive
fourteen year old girl, into a burned and deformed face. She presses her
palms, then almost instictly, her long skiny fingers from her cheeks to her
lips, then the rest of her face. Which continues to show burns as if
she were being burned alive! This realization turns into a blood curling
scream which is formed by herself, screaming as loud as she can so that
maybe someone would hear her? It does come true, only to be followed
by dark giggling somewhere in the distance...
BEEP! BEEP!
Caitlin sat up in her bed! Sweat perspiring all over her body,
as she shakes in fear. She presses a hand to her damp forehead, then
the other one and started to moves them franticaly all over her face,
to make sure she wasn't still burned. A long sigh of reliefe passes through
her mouth when it really was just a nightmare.The same pair of grayish
blue eys that were once terrorfied, now turned along with her shaking head
to the alarm clock, that was beeping and flashing religiously.
7:15 A.M.
She curls her right hand into a fist and slams it onto the alarm clock.
She spent some time, like she does every mourning to put off getting ready
for school, loooking around her new room. The room was covered had light blue walls, filled
with posters of numerous rock bands, broadway plays, and male actors. Even
male models, preferabley Travis Flimmel. A very attractive blonde, blue-eyed
Aussi, with a great body.
By her door, she had desk, mostly for homework. It was wooden, and brown,
with school books and lastnights unfinnished homework. She has enough knowledge in her
to be an honor student, but not enough descipline. Which makes her laugh, since her father
is a Marine Sgt. Her bed was like any other bed, on set, messy, just with Teenage Mutant
Ninja turtles for the bed sheets. Hey, at least it wasn't something like that damned N*SYNC.
Her concentration was broken by a loud banging sound, probably shaking the sign outside the
door that says, "GO AWAY!" in bold letters.
"What?" Caitlin asks, in a annoyed, tired, and whiny voice. Her eyes swell with the lack of sleep,
the strange dream she can still remember clearly.
She should of known, like every mourning, her mother would bang manically on the door.
"Caitlin, its time to get ready for school!" Maggie Burroughs said to her fourteen year old
daughter. Her dark brown hair was still in her usual bob style, since a decade nothing about
her really ever changed. Caitlin was the most difficult. She was the first child, and the oldst, therefor
loved to cause Maggie stress she already had with clients. After...he..came back, they
closed the teen shelter, so she had to find work elsewhere. Granted, Caitlin was only three,
Matt was still a baby, had to have work to support them. Though, they are now teenagers. All but one,
Kara, and they don't really know how much she had to do for them.
Caitlin huffed in agrevation. She floped back down in her bed and covered her sheets over her
face. "No!" She whined and proceded to try to go back to sleep.
Matt walked in. Slowly becoming buff because of football, he was rather a large boy of almost
thirteen. His dark brown hair was spiked, as he wore just a plan white t-shirt and jeans, with dirty
sneakers, granted, none of the seventh grade girls cared too much about the clothes when it
came to Matt. His gray eyes looked at his mother, as when a second she bekonded him.
"Do it." She simply said.
As if knowing what she was going to say---or hoping, he pulls out clear-orangeish a water
gun out of his pocket,dramaticly opers the door and squirts it at his older sister by two years.
And like every mourning, it ended with Caitlin screetching, slaming the door in everyones faces,
and glaring at her mother on the rutine drive to school. Though, this was a new school.
Springwood High. She lived in the ghetto, Elm Street. Caitlin thought she was a character in
Leave it to Beaver, this town was disguistingly normal!
How wrong can a person be?
*************************************************
Authors Note: This probably isn't the greatst part ... but it's still something, right? Spelling
and the other stuff isn't great, I know. I think I broke spell check, can you do that? Or, if you
could, I'd broken it by now. If you give me a bad review, make it polite...and NICE. Okay?
Okay. I'm not making you review, LOL It'll take effort. Something I never had..