Hey I'm getting' good! HEHEHE I updated! CLAP FOR ME! Well I have the flu
so I have nothing to do so I'm gonna continue. E-hem. I should probably be
updating WHAT REALLY GOES ON IN MY HEAD cause I am like totally hyped on
cough syrup *WEEEEEEEEEE!* but I'm not so yeah. Just get ready for a
chapter that could have been better!
Thanks to. . .
Fyremoon- spark of interest? FLAME?!?!?!? WA-HOOOOO! BURN IT DOWN NOW! *breaks into the actual song "gone Johnny gone"* *ten years later* e-hem yeah. well thank you SO MUCH I luved that review! Lol, no I don't want u to spontaneously combust so see, I updated! *grins is self-satisfied way*
Carly: *tear my other faithful reviewer. Thanks! Geez my writing style sure can vary! Compare this to my other story! Thanks for the review on that too!
OkieDokie. here we go!
It's my birthday. Today I turn fourteen. Any other teen would be happy, excited, probably partying with her friends at that mall. The only things I have to share my birthday with are the clouds, raindrops, and shadows. Today celebrates the day I was born. Celebrates, what's there to celebrate? I wish I'd never been born. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here now. And not being here is the only thing I've wanted for the last year. That, and maybe some permanent company. The little taste of friendship I've had has only made my craving stronger. I'm all alone on my birthday, without even a cake and candle to wish my way out. To give me a tiny flame of hope, which I could use to light the other thirteen candles on my cake. On my life.
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The young girl sat on the ground behind the abandoned grocery store, with her back against the dumpster. She was hunched over, tracing words into the dust and dirt with her finger. She finished, leaned back and read what she'd written, and wiped away a tear that had been slipping down her face. She gave a small sigh, puffed up her cheeks, and blew, until the message she had written was gone, the little bits of dust dancing in front of her.
Suddenly she heard footsteps. She leaped to her feet, snatching up her blanket and plastic bag as she did so. That plastic bag contained all the belongings she had. She was not going to lose them.
She rushed behind the dumpster and crouched down into the shadows, shaking slightly. No one she was here. No one. Except. . .
"Jen!" a voice whispered urgently. A voice she recognized. "Jen, you there?"
"Lizzy!" the girl gasped in relief, coming out of her hiding place. "Liz, thank god, you had me scared to death!"
Lizzy Griff, the only friend Jen had in all the world, stood in the middle of the little clearing behind the store, the little clearing that Jen had hardly left in the last three months. As Jen stepped closer to her friend, however, she realized that if anyone was scared to death, it was Lizzy. Her big brown eyes were wide, and her short slightly frizzy hair was looking distincly wind-blown. She was panting something fierce, and when she saw Jen, she ran forward, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Jen!" she gasped "Jen, you were seen the other day! You were identified! They know you're here!"
Jen gasped. Tears were welling up in her eyes, threatening to burst free. Liz was already sobbing. But Jen couldn't afford to lose it now, she needed to move, she needed to keep her head.
"Happy birthday to me," she hurriedly sang silently to herself, desperately trying to suppress the fear that was grabbing hold of her heart with an iron grip. "Happy birthday to me. . ."
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Yup, I DEFIDENTLY should have updated my humor instead. Well, look on the bright side, this is good flame material! HAVE FUN! Burn in down now! 3 the CHURCH
Thanks to. . .
Fyremoon- spark of interest? FLAME?!?!?!? WA-HOOOOO! BURN IT DOWN NOW! *breaks into the actual song "gone Johnny gone"* *ten years later* e-hem yeah. well thank you SO MUCH I luved that review! Lol, no I don't want u to spontaneously combust so see, I updated! *grins is self-satisfied way*
Carly: *tear my other faithful reviewer. Thanks! Geez my writing style sure can vary! Compare this to my other story! Thanks for the review on that too!
OkieDokie. here we go!
It's my birthday. Today I turn fourteen. Any other teen would be happy, excited, probably partying with her friends at that mall. The only things I have to share my birthday with are the clouds, raindrops, and shadows. Today celebrates the day I was born. Celebrates, what's there to celebrate? I wish I'd never been born. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here now. And not being here is the only thing I've wanted for the last year. That, and maybe some permanent company. The little taste of friendship I've had has only made my craving stronger. I'm all alone on my birthday, without even a cake and candle to wish my way out. To give me a tiny flame of hope, which I could use to light the other thirteen candles on my cake. On my life.
~***~
The young girl sat on the ground behind the abandoned grocery store, with her back against the dumpster. She was hunched over, tracing words into the dust and dirt with her finger. She finished, leaned back and read what she'd written, and wiped away a tear that had been slipping down her face. She gave a small sigh, puffed up her cheeks, and blew, until the message she had written was gone, the little bits of dust dancing in front of her.
Suddenly she heard footsteps. She leaped to her feet, snatching up her blanket and plastic bag as she did so. That plastic bag contained all the belongings she had. She was not going to lose them.
She rushed behind the dumpster and crouched down into the shadows, shaking slightly. No one she was here. No one. Except. . .
"Jen!" a voice whispered urgently. A voice she recognized. "Jen, you there?"
"Lizzy!" the girl gasped in relief, coming out of her hiding place. "Liz, thank god, you had me scared to death!"
Lizzy Griff, the only friend Jen had in all the world, stood in the middle of the little clearing behind the store, the little clearing that Jen had hardly left in the last three months. As Jen stepped closer to her friend, however, she realized that if anyone was scared to death, it was Lizzy. Her big brown eyes were wide, and her short slightly frizzy hair was looking distincly wind-blown. She was panting something fierce, and when she saw Jen, she ran forward, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Jen!" she gasped "Jen, you were seen the other day! You were identified! They know you're here!"
Jen gasped. Tears were welling up in her eyes, threatening to burst free. Liz was already sobbing. But Jen couldn't afford to lose it now, she needed to move, she needed to keep her head.
"Happy birthday to me," she hurriedly sang silently to herself, desperately trying to suppress the fear that was grabbing hold of her heart with an iron grip. "Happy birthday to me. . ."
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Yup, I DEFIDENTLY should have updated my humor instead. Well, look on the bright side, this is good flame material! HAVE FUN! Burn in down now! 3 the CHURCH