Okay yea, I am not ashamed to admit it. I have horrible grammer, I know just enough to get by. My first short story contained exactly 99 run on sentences(believe me, I actually counted!), I put And as the start of a sentence sometimes. (English language is confusing anyway.) Sorry but you'll just have to bare with me. I am without a beta reader and I have the unfortunate habit of posting right after I finish a chapter without so much as re-reading it.
With that said, I hope you'll forgive me ;o)
Oh yea, one more thing. I don't own animorphs.
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She had gotten up very early at 4 am in order to prepare for her first day. She went through the motions that Frank had taught her, applying the make-up over her face and neck and then her hands. She stressed over what to wear for hours before finally settling upon a long sleeved blue turtle neck sweater and dark navy jeans, pulling a stocking cap over her head to conceal the still visible stalk eyes. Once again she went through her backpack, making sure everything was there from her books to make-up.
She paced for another twenty minutes, trying to remember anything she had forgotten, going over in her mind every single item she had packed. She glanced at the clock, it was already 8 am. Grabbing her backpack she bolted down the stairs into the kitchen where her parents were waiting.
Her father smiled. "Ready?"
Viola nodded as her stomach rumbled, suddenly she relized she had forgotten to eat. Her mother smiled as she seemed to notice this problem and popped brought two slices of toast out to her daughter. Viola smiled. "Thanks mom."
Mrs. Lawrence nodded. "Just be careful. We're not having you participate in gym so if they ask you, just go straight to the office."
"I know mom. I'll be okay." She smiled. "So. Can we go now?"
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Viola remained in the truck, just staring at the entrance doors. The students hung around the outside, walking in and out of the building, few barely even gave the beaten red truck a second glance.
The vehicle had been crammed to capacity with three people and a bookbag, Viola had insisted her school items had remained near to her, in the cab. Mrs. Lawrence looked at her daughter. "Ready? Do you have your note? Books?"
Viola nodded and Mr. Lawrence began his questioning. "Make-up? Gloves? Paper? Pencils?"
She nodded again. "I'm a little nervous."
He smiled. "Well thats understandable."
"You know, if you guys just wanted to make sure I got in there okay..I wouldn't mind. I mean, I know you have to check to see if I'll be alright."
Her parents both smiled and Mr. Lawrence opened his door, stepping out.
It was almost frightening walking down the halls alone, people just stared at her as she began to pass and Viola wondered if she had forgoten her make-up, or if her eyes were showing beneath her hat. She gripped her books tighter, glancing down at the schedule and looking again for the room number.
"Miss Lawrence, why arn't you in class?"
Viola turned around in surprise, staring into the eyes of her vice principal. "I'm sorry Mr. Chapman. I can't find it." He handed the schedual over to the man.
Mr. Chapman glanced it over, nodding before returning the sheet to Viola. "This way Miss. Lawrence."
She followed his quick steps as Mr. Chapman lead her through the halls "We've never had a student with special needs like yours. What did your parents call it again?"
Viola froze, the name, What had they decided to call it? "...I, don't like to talk about it sir. It's an uncomfortable subject."
He frowned slightly but nodded, opening the door to the classroom. "Go right in."
Viola nodded, slipping into the room. She had an overwhelming urge to run as nearly thirty sets of eyes just stared at her. She clutched her books tightly to her chest The teacher smiled. "You must be the new student. I'm Mts. Boule. Class, I'd like you all to meet Viola Lawrence, she's a new student here, so you'll all have to be polite. Miss. Lawrence, perhaps you'd like to tell us a little about yourself?"
Viola nodded timidly, slowly approaching the front desk and trying not to trip as she addressed the room. "My name is Viola Lawrence. This is my first day at a school. I have a rare skin condition so I probably won't be seen wearing shorts or a tank top."
That got a few giggles.
"Thank you Miss. Lawrence. Why don't you take a seat next to..Marco."
Marco? The same by from the park Marco? The Marco who currently thought she was an albino? She held her breath, approaching the desk and Marco. Maybe he didn't remember her, maybe it wasn't the same guy. She closed her eyes and slipped into her seat.
"Hey babe."
Viola cast a sidways glance at the boy before opening up her book and pretending to read.
"Don't want to talk huh? Thats okay, first day is always nervous. Like Mrs. Boule said, the names Marco. Is this really your first day?"
She looked back at Marco, closing her book. "The very first."
He smiled. "Well to put your mind at ease I'm sure you'll do fine. Your cute, thats always a good thing."
She smiled nervously, folding her hands together.
"You'll probably do great. Make a lot of friends. Me for one."
"Thanks."
"Oh no problem, as celebration we could go see a movie, on a date."
Viola looked at Marco. "Your asking me on a date."
"Well, that was my idea."
She smiled. "I'll need to ask my parents. Maybe in a week. This is the first time I've been asked on a date."
"Oh it's not that hard."
She smiled, glancing down at her hands, they had begun to turn blue. Immediatly she pulled them into the sleeves of her sweater. "So I guess you'll call me."
"Well..if I can get your number."
"My number?"
"Yea. Usually when someone promises to call, they need a number too."
"Oh, right sorry." She stood up, grabbing her books. "I'll do that."
"Wait you can't do that now?"
Viola shook her head, hurrying to the door and trying to keep her hands hidden as the class filed out. "I have to be somwhere."
Marco just stared as the girl hurried out the door. Slowly his lips cracked into a smile. "Alright!"
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Viola sighed, glancing around the bathroom before turning the faucets, running her hands under the water and washing off the beige toned make-up. That idea was down the drain, make-up on her hands was useless for long term. In a rushshe grabbed her makeup, retoughing her face before drying her hands and reaching into her pockets, pulling out two black leather gloves. Sighing she glanced back at herself in the mirror. That was close, she made a mental note to avoid that particular subject with her parents for a few days. Any word that the make-up wasn't working and she'd be back at home, locked up for the next decade.
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Sorry, had terrible writers block, not to mention I've been working on 3 other stories and college has just recently reared it's ugly head. You know, the one that threatens not to pass you if you don't start working just a little harder. Anywho I'll probably have a new chapter out by next week at the latest.
With that said, I hope you'll forgive me ;o)
Oh yea, one more thing. I don't own animorphs.
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She had gotten up very early at 4 am in order to prepare for her first day. She went through the motions that Frank had taught her, applying the make-up over her face and neck and then her hands. She stressed over what to wear for hours before finally settling upon a long sleeved blue turtle neck sweater and dark navy jeans, pulling a stocking cap over her head to conceal the still visible stalk eyes. Once again she went through her backpack, making sure everything was there from her books to make-up.
She paced for another twenty minutes, trying to remember anything she had forgotten, going over in her mind every single item she had packed. She glanced at the clock, it was already 8 am. Grabbing her backpack she bolted down the stairs into the kitchen where her parents were waiting.
Her father smiled. "Ready?"
Viola nodded as her stomach rumbled, suddenly she relized she had forgotten to eat. Her mother smiled as she seemed to notice this problem and popped brought two slices of toast out to her daughter. Viola smiled. "Thanks mom."
Mrs. Lawrence nodded. "Just be careful. We're not having you participate in gym so if they ask you, just go straight to the office."
"I know mom. I'll be okay." She smiled. "So. Can we go now?"
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Viola remained in the truck, just staring at the entrance doors. The students hung around the outside, walking in and out of the building, few barely even gave the beaten red truck a second glance.
The vehicle had been crammed to capacity with three people and a bookbag, Viola had insisted her school items had remained near to her, in the cab. Mrs. Lawrence looked at her daughter. "Ready? Do you have your note? Books?"
Viola nodded and Mr. Lawrence began his questioning. "Make-up? Gloves? Paper? Pencils?"
She nodded again. "I'm a little nervous."
He smiled. "Well thats understandable."
"You know, if you guys just wanted to make sure I got in there okay..I wouldn't mind. I mean, I know you have to check to see if I'll be alright."
Her parents both smiled and Mr. Lawrence opened his door, stepping out.
It was almost frightening walking down the halls alone, people just stared at her as she began to pass and Viola wondered if she had forgoten her make-up, or if her eyes were showing beneath her hat. She gripped her books tighter, glancing down at the schedule and looking again for the room number.
"Miss Lawrence, why arn't you in class?"
Viola turned around in surprise, staring into the eyes of her vice principal. "I'm sorry Mr. Chapman. I can't find it." He handed the schedual over to the man.
Mr. Chapman glanced it over, nodding before returning the sheet to Viola. "This way Miss. Lawrence."
She followed his quick steps as Mr. Chapman lead her through the halls "We've never had a student with special needs like yours. What did your parents call it again?"
Viola froze, the name, What had they decided to call it? "...I, don't like to talk about it sir. It's an uncomfortable subject."
He frowned slightly but nodded, opening the door to the classroom. "Go right in."
Viola nodded, slipping into the room. She had an overwhelming urge to run as nearly thirty sets of eyes just stared at her. She clutched her books tightly to her chest The teacher smiled. "You must be the new student. I'm Mts. Boule. Class, I'd like you all to meet Viola Lawrence, she's a new student here, so you'll all have to be polite. Miss. Lawrence, perhaps you'd like to tell us a little about yourself?"
Viola nodded timidly, slowly approaching the front desk and trying not to trip as she addressed the room. "My name is Viola Lawrence. This is my first day at a school. I have a rare skin condition so I probably won't be seen wearing shorts or a tank top."
That got a few giggles.
"Thank you Miss. Lawrence. Why don't you take a seat next to..Marco."
Marco? The same by from the park Marco? The Marco who currently thought she was an albino? She held her breath, approaching the desk and Marco. Maybe he didn't remember her, maybe it wasn't the same guy. She closed her eyes and slipped into her seat.
"Hey babe."
Viola cast a sidways glance at the boy before opening up her book and pretending to read.
"Don't want to talk huh? Thats okay, first day is always nervous. Like Mrs. Boule said, the names Marco. Is this really your first day?"
She looked back at Marco, closing her book. "The very first."
He smiled. "Well to put your mind at ease I'm sure you'll do fine. Your cute, thats always a good thing."
She smiled nervously, folding her hands together.
"You'll probably do great. Make a lot of friends. Me for one."
"Thanks."
"Oh no problem, as celebration we could go see a movie, on a date."
Viola looked at Marco. "Your asking me on a date."
"Well, that was my idea."
She smiled. "I'll need to ask my parents. Maybe in a week. This is the first time I've been asked on a date."
"Oh it's not that hard."
She smiled, glancing down at her hands, they had begun to turn blue. Immediatly she pulled them into the sleeves of her sweater. "So I guess you'll call me."
"Well..if I can get your number."
"My number?"
"Yea. Usually when someone promises to call, they need a number too."
"Oh, right sorry." She stood up, grabbing her books. "I'll do that."
"Wait you can't do that now?"
Viola shook her head, hurrying to the door and trying to keep her hands hidden as the class filed out. "I have to be somwhere."
Marco just stared as the girl hurried out the door. Slowly his lips cracked into a smile. "Alright!"
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Viola sighed, glancing around the bathroom before turning the faucets, running her hands under the water and washing off the beige toned make-up. That idea was down the drain, make-up on her hands was useless for long term. In a rushshe grabbed her makeup, retoughing her face before drying her hands and reaching into her pockets, pulling out two black leather gloves. Sighing she glanced back at herself in the mirror. That was close, she made a mental note to avoid that particular subject with her parents for a few days. Any word that the make-up wasn't working and she'd be back at home, locked up for the next decade.
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Sorry, had terrible writers block, not to mention I've been working on 3 other stories and college has just recently reared it's ugly head. You know, the one that threatens not to pass you if you don't start working just a little harder. Anywho I'll probably have a new chapter out by next week at the latest.