You know, I'm getting the feeling that people don't like me.....
I WONDER where the hfil I got that from???
Cough* reviews*cough.
LOOK people, about my last..........18... chapters....When I wrote them, the majority of the time, I was so hyped up on prednizone for microplasm, I could barely see straight. And yet, there I was, delivering for your enjoyment. CUT ME SOME BLOODY SLACK. Oh, and about the Micheal thing: the freaking english language is crap, I'm having fun destroying it. Let it be. Also, on my first... what? 7 chapters? Well, you see, I was an annoying seventh grader who thought she was all that. So, you can see how this turned out. I'm actually a better writer-and speller- and I can spell Micheal, only I don't choose to because I'm an annoying prick, or that it takes too long to type. You choose.
Maegan: 'Lo. Buy the way, I like the spelling of your naame. Its vary original and intresting.(is that annoying? I can't tell.) Sorry, that was kind of bratty of me.....
Regardless, about my "stereotypical writings" and my "closedminded-ness" Look, every freakin day I read(on the internet mind you) these people writing crap about people who are different. I'm just trying to incorporate that into my story. Mia has always struck me as a prep in a geek's body. So that is how I chose to portray her. I'm terribly sorry if that's not your reaction, but hey, it's my fanfic. To add, the "darn spell check" is my advasary. Plus, fanfics are supposed to be for FUN. Not school work, not a publication. FUN. So, when I get home from school and I see five or six people reviewing me to "hurry up and update" I try to give them what they want, regardless of quality. And if you think my grammar and spelling is bad, at least I don't spell 'want' as' 'wont'. You should see some of the other stories I've read. Damn, that was crap. But they usually were great story lines. Frankly, I don't know what you mean about quotations. Sometimes, yes, I use the Australian method of quotations, which involves only one mark, and I often change to the American method, but that's my prefferance. By the by, thanks for the constructive critisism and what not. Oh, yes, just a little note here: Those clothes, the way she acts, most things about her, are based off me. Mia's reactions are what most people say about me behind my back. In fact, I have 3 pairs of those gloves with the fingers cut off. And I do sing.
question: WHY DOES EVERY BODY ASSUME THAT I CAN'T SPELL BIG WORDS??????????????????? EVERY FREAKIN TIME 'SINCE YOU HAVE SUCH A HARD TIME WITH BIG WORDS' DID I WRITE THAT AT SOME POINT OR SOMETHING???????????????
ahem....
Jillian- thank you for posting. Now that clappy thing is going to be stuck in my head forever.
FandomAvenger: Um, hello? I am very aware that this is a mary sue, I tend to only write mary sues. Well, exept... no, never mind. I've never written something that isn't a mary sue. They're kind of a passion of mine. Placing different characters in a familiar sceen.
What little button?
Also,first and second grade and third for that matter, was complete hell for me. Surrounded by people that knew nothing about Ping the Duck, and reading fourth grade reading level books in first grade. Sigh, even the glue was screwed up. And my hair.... it was blonder than blonde. Scary. Heck, in Kindergarden, I took down a 6th grader in wrestling. IT was not a fun time, so I rarely willingly have flashbacks.
Also, I'm not even IN highschool.
So, basically, screw you.
Have a nice day!
And this is my only story that has gotten more than 40 reviews, so I must be doing SOMETHING right.
Or something wrong....
ponder ponder....
Alrighty then, on with the story.
This one's for you Emma Forrest.
Iwalked down the streets of Newyork. Yeah, sure, I knew where the hfil I was going..
NOT.
Dereck didn't get out of his college class until, what? 5 o'clock? Plus he had to teach a begginer's class at the dojo today.
God, what is Mia's problem? Okay, yes, I'm violent, yes, I can be extremely annoying. Still, if her friends, and family and the people who love her like me, its not my bloody fault.
THAT LIMO THING however, was the bloody last straw. I can't help it how people feel about me. I can't help it that Kenny's desperate enough to go out with me. I can't help it that she's suck a f'in B***h.
Ahem.
Love thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy family Love thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy family.
Okay, so, I'm on my own in one of the largest cities in America, my only connections to a shelter in class or at work.
Mia needs to take a long walk off a short pier. With 50 pound weights strapped to her ankles.
In a remote jungle, when everyone's asleep.
Love thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy family Love thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy family.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Calm down girl.
~~~~~~Mia's point of view~~~~~~~~
Okay. I'll admit it. I was a complete jerk.
At least I realize it!
Micheal came over a few minutes ago to help me with my bio homework, and to apologize for yelling at me.
We made up.
Now, change that last word....
Yeah, that's basically what happened.
When we were kissing, Micheal pulled away, and gently touched me nose. I winced, and held back a scream.
"Mia, what happened?"
"My sister"
"Ah. I was wondering why she was storming down the street."
"yeah, we kind of had a falling out."
"She's kinda a brat, isn't she?" Micheal smirked. "Oh, well, that's why I have you." I smiled, and kissed him again.
~~~~~~~~~~~Narrator's point of view~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Media stopped on one of her regular street corners. She sighed, dropped her duffle bag, and set down her gutiar case, which she had carried in her other hand.
A large group of people paused on the streets, some smiling.
"What are you going to play for us today Media?" a man shouted from the crowd.
Media smiled, and pulled the guitar strap over her head.
"What da ya guys want?"
"You got anything new?"
Media sighed. "Yes, but they're a bit depressing."
"that's okay!" a few people shouted.
Media started out a few minor chords, then began singing.
Flames are licking at my feet
I'm abandoned guess my friends can't take the heat.
Still there's something I can feel
Something about this, isn't quite real
I'm alone, but I'm standin strong
Heart is troubled, but I'm where I belong.
I touch the flames, and my hand goes numb
Guess this is a dream
Guess its just beggining.
Water's rushing at my heels
I churns and bubbles,
as if it feels the heat
The pounding of my
heart beat
something about this
isnt' quite real
I'm alone, but I'm standin strong
Heart is troubled, but I'm where I belong.
I touch the flames, and my hand goes numb
Guess this is a dream
Guess its just beggining.
Earth is rumbling
beneath my toes
Darkness reigns now
anything goes
Turning blindly
as if I'm weak
turning to the sunshine
just to feel the heat
It's cold.
guess its just a dream
Guess it'll be ending
Wind is blowing
through my hair
Fire is fading
Ice barely there
Still I'm trembling
as if I'm scared
Guess its just a dream
Guess its just
Beggining.
Tears were streaming down her face. Silent, but deadly. Everyone around her was looking sad, some were actually crying. However, they smiled weakly, and threw a butt-load of change in her guitar box. After they left, one person remained standing.
Dereck.
"Dia.." He began, and then breathed deep. "dia, come on. Your mom told me what happened. I'm gonna take you to my place for a few days." He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her forehead.
"It'll be alright. I promise."
Media took a deep breath and wiped her tears away.
"Come on" He grabbed her duffle bag as she collected the cash from people (almost 45 dollars worth) and layed her precious guitar in its case. Dereck took her arm as they made their way down the streets. She didn't speak a word as they asended the stairs to Dereck's dorm room. In fact, she was oddly serene, her face set in a neutral expression. She hesitated at the doorway of his room however.
"I already checked it with the Dorm commadore. He said it was fine as long as we didn't do anything our parents wouldn't want to see." He smiled, and set down her bag. Media crossed over the thresh hold and set down her case.
"I'm gonna get you some sheets and crap. Be right back." He kissed her, but recieved no response, exept a half-hearted smile.
Mia's viewpoint~!
My sister has completely lost it. Truely
Okay, so here I am, in the middle of Columbia dorm rooms, riding an elevator to the third floor. As I walk out, Lars behind me, I get whistled at. As Lars begins to pull out his little 'toy' (gun people gun) I grab his hand to stop him. Lars glares at said guys, but lays his hands at his sides. So, I go find room 327. Unfortunately, they're not there (or fortunately, not sure which). So,I decide to look at the dorm floor, which has 2 bathrooms (with stalls and what not) a rec room, and a kitchen. Well, I checked out the rec room ,when I heard yells from the kitchen. So, I raced to the kitchen, threw open the door, and promptly gagged from what I saw.
Blood. Everywhere. Covering the walls, on the floor. Everywhere.
The yelling was comeing from Dereck, who was yelling at the girl who was doing all the bleeding to put down the knife.
That's when I reginized the girl
IT was my sister.
Her eyes were glazed, and in her hand was a sharp knife. Not as large as a butchers knife, but it had the smooth blade of it.
Her arms were covered in blood.
"Dia, put the knife down, and come here." He held out his hand to her, his eyes pleading with her. She just stared. Oh my god, my sister's insane.
Do you know what I was thinking when I saw this? Do you?
Well, I'll tell you:
This is going to be hell to clean up.
Never mind that my sibling was bleeding from her arms. NEver mind that she was acting insane. Oh no, worry about the cleaning bill Mia, real mature. I couldn't move. I'm serious. YOu read all these books about how people freeze up when they see something totally desturbing and you're like "no way, they wouldn't just stand there."
Well, it does happen.
Dereck had finally managed to wrestle the knife from Media, who was currently screaming her lungs out at Dereck in a mix of what sounded like Japanesse and Spanish.
Finally some English came into the mix
"Dereck let go I thought I hated her! I THOUGHT THAT DERECK" Finally, after hearing thisfor a while, she fell to her knees.
Dereck just wrapped his arms around and rocked her back and forth.
And I watched this all, cataloging the cleaning bill.
I am a horrible person.
I WONDER where the hfil I got that from???
Cough* reviews*cough.
LOOK people, about my last..........18... chapters....When I wrote them, the majority of the time, I was so hyped up on prednizone for microplasm, I could barely see straight. And yet, there I was, delivering for your enjoyment. CUT ME SOME BLOODY SLACK. Oh, and about the Micheal thing: the freaking english language is crap, I'm having fun destroying it. Let it be. Also, on my first... what? 7 chapters? Well, you see, I was an annoying seventh grader who thought she was all that. So, you can see how this turned out. I'm actually a better writer-and speller- and I can spell Micheal, only I don't choose to because I'm an annoying prick, or that it takes too long to type. You choose.
Maegan: 'Lo. Buy the way, I like the spelling of your naame. Its vary original and intresting.(is that annoying? I can't tell.) Sorry, that was kind of bratty of me.....
Regardless, about my "stereotypical writings" and my "closedminded-ness" Look, every freakin day I read(on the internet mind you) these people writing crap about people who are different. I'm just trying to incorporate that into my story. Mia has always struck me as a prep in a geek's body. So that is how I chose to portray her. I'm terribly sorry if that's not your reaction, but hey, it's my fanfic. To add, the "darn spell check" is my advasary. Plus, fanfics are supposed to be for FUN. Not school work, not a publication. FUN. So, when I get home from school and I see five or six people reviewing me to "hurry up and update" I try to give them what they want, regardless of quality. And if you think my grammar and spelling is bad, at least I don't spell 'want' as' 'wont'. You should see some of the other stories I've read. Damn, that was crap. But they usually were great story lines. Frankly, I don't know what you mean about quotations. Sometimes, yes, I use the Australian method of quotations, which involves only one mark, and I often change to the American method, but that's my prefferance. By the by, thanks for the constructive critisism and what not. Oh, yes, just a little note here: Those clothes, the way she acts, most things about her, are based off me. Mia's reactions are what most people say about me behind my back. In fact, I have 3 pairs of those gloves with the fingers cut off. And I do sing.
question: WHY DOES EVERY BODY ASSUME THAT I CAN'T SPELL BIG WORDS??????????????????? EVERY FREAKIN TIME 'SINCE YOU HAVE SUCH A HARD TIME WITH BIG WORDS' DID I WRITE THAT AT SOME POINT OR SOMETHING???????????????
ahem....
Jillian- thank you for posting. Now that clappy thing is going to be stuck in my head forever.
FandomAvenger: Um, hello? I am very aware that this is a mary sue, I tend to only write mary sues. Well, exept... no, never mind. I've never written something that isn't a mary sue. They're kind of a passion of mine. Placing different characters in a familiar sceen.
What little button?
Also,first and second grade and third for that matter, was complete hell for me. Surrounded by people that knew nothing about Ping the Duck, and reading fourth grade reading level books in first grade. Sigh, even the glue was screwed up. And my hair.... it was blonder than blonde. Scary. Heck, in Kindergarden, I took down a 6th grader in wrestling. IT was not a fun time, so I rarely willingly have flashbacks.
Also, I'm not even IN highschool.
So, basically, screw you.
Have a nice day!
And this is my only story that has gotten more than 40 reviews, so I must be doing SOMETHING right.
Or something wrong....
ponder ponder....
Alrighty then, on with the story.
This one's for you Emma Forrest.
Iwalked down the streets of Newyork. Yeah, sure, I knew where the hfil I was going..
NOT.
Dereck didn't get out of his college class until, what? 5 o'clock? Plus he had to teach a begginer's class at the dojo today.
God, what is Mia's problem? Okay, yes, I'm violent, yes, I can be extremely annoying. Still, if her friends, and family and the people who love her like me, its not my bloody fault.
THAT LIMO THING however, was the bloody last straw. I can't help it how people feel about me. I can't help it that Kenny's desperate enough to go out with me. I can't help it that she's suck a f'in B***h.
Ahem.
Love thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy family Love thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy family.
Okay, so, I'm on my own in one of the largest cities in America, my only connections to a shelter in class or at work.
Mia needs to take a long walk off a short pier. With 50 pound weights strapped to her ankles.
In a remote jungle, when everyone's asleep.
Love thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy family Love thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy familyLove thy family love thy family.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Calm down girl.
~~~~~~Mia's point of view~~~~~~~~
Okay. I'll admit it. I was a complete jerk.
At least I realize it!
Micheal came over a few minutes ago to help me with my bio homework, and to apologize for yelling at me.
We made up.
Now, change that last word....
Yeah, that's basically what happened.
When we were kissing, Micheal pulled away, and gently touched me nose. I winced, and held back a scream.
"Mia, what happened?"
"My sister"
"Ah. I was wondering why she was storming down the street."
"yeah, we kind of had a falling out."
"She's kinda a brat, isn't she?" Micheal smirked. "Oh, well, that's why I have you." I smiled, and kissed him again.
~~~~~~~~~~~Narrator's point of view~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Media stopped on one of her regular street corners. She sighed, dropped her duffle bag, and set down her gutiar case, which she had carried in her other hand.
A large group of people paused on the streets, some smiling.
"What are you going to play for us today Media?" a man shouted from the crowd.
Media smiled, and pulled the guitar strap over her head.
"What da ya guys want?"
"You got anything new?"
Media sighed. "Yes, but they're a bit depressing."
"that's okay!" a few people shouted.
Media started out a few minor chords, then began singing.
Flames are licking at my feet
I'm abandoned guess my friends can't take the heat.
Still there's something I can feel
Something about this, isn't quite real
I'm alone, but I'm standin strong
Heart is troubled, but I'm where I belong.
I touch the flames, and my hand goes numb
Guess this is a dream
Guess its just beggining.
Water's rushing at my heels
I churns and bubbles,
as if it feels the heat
The pounding of my
heart beat
something about this
isnt' quite real
I'm alone, but I'm standin strong
Heart is troubled, but I'm where I belong.
I touch the flames, and my hand goes numb
Guess this is a dream
Guess its just beggining.
Earth is rumbling
beneath my toes
Darkness reigns now
anything goes
Turning blindly
as if I'm weak
turning to the sunshine
just to feel the heat
It's cold.
guess its just a dream
Guess it'll be ending
Wind is blowing
through my hair
Fire is fading
Ice barely there
Still I'm trembling
as if I'm scared
Guess its just a dream
Guess its just
Beggining.
Tears were streaming down her face. Silent, but deadly. Everyone around her was looking sad, some were actually crying. However, they smiled weakly, and threw a butt-load of change in her guitar box. After they left, one person remained standing.
Dereck.
"Dia.." He began, and then breathed deep. "dia, come on. Your mom told me what happened. I'm gonna take you to my place for a few days." He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her forehead.
"It'll be alright. I promise."
Media took a deep breath and wiped her tears away.
"Come on" He grabbed her duffle bag as she collected the cash from people (almost 45 dollars worth) and layed her precious guitar in its case. Dereck took her arm as they made their way down the streets. She didn't speak a word as they asended the stairs to Dereck's dorm room. In fact, she was oddly serene, her face set in a neutral expression. She hesitated at the doorway of his room however.
"I already checked it with the Dorm commadore. He said it was fine as long as we didn't do anything our parents wouldn't want to see." He smiled, and set down her bag. Media crossed over the thresh hold and set down her case.
"I'm gonna get you some sheets and crap. Be right back." He kissed her, but recieved no response, exept a half-hearted smile.
Mia's viewpoint~!
My sister has completely lost it. Truely
Okay, so here I am, in the middle of Columbia dorm rooms, riding an elevator to the third floor. As I walk out, Lars behind me, I get whistled at. As Lars begins to pull out his little 'toy' (gun people gun) I grab his hand to stop him. Lars glares at said guys, but lays his hands at his sides. So, I go find room 327. Unfortunately, they're not there (or fortunately, not sure which). So,I decide to look at the dorm floor, which has 2 bathrooms (with stalls and what not) a rec room, and a kitchen. Well, I checked out the rec room ,when I heard yells from the kitchen. So, I raced to the kitchen, threw open the door, and promptly gagged from what I saw.
Blood. Everywhere. Covering the walls, on the floor. Everywhere.
The yelling was comeing from Dereck, who was yelling at the girl who was doing all the bleeding to put down the knife.
That's when I reginized the girl
IT was my sister.
Her eyes were glazed, and in her hand was a sharp knife. Not as large as a butchers knife, but it had the smooth blade of it.
Her arms were covered in blood.
"Dia, put the knife down, and come here." He held out his hand to her, his eyes pleading with her. She just stared. Oh my god, my sister's insane.
Do you know what I was thinking when I saw this? Do you?
Well, I'll tell you:
This is going to be hell to clean up.
Never mind that my sibling was bleeding from her arms. NEver mind that she was acting insane. Oh no, worry about the cleaning bill Mia, real mature. I couldn't move. I'm serious. YOu read all these books about how people freeze up when they see something totally desturbing and you're like "no way, they wouldn't just stand there."
Well, it does happen.
Dereck had finally managed to wrestle the knife from Media, who was currently screaming her lungs out at Dereck in a mix of what sounded like Japanesse and Spanish.
Finally some English came into the mix
"Dereck let go I thought I hated her! I THOUGHT THAT DERECK" Finally, after hearing thisfor a while, she fell to her knees.
Dereck just wrapped his arms around and rocked her back and forth.
And I watched this all, cataloging the cleaning bill.
I am a horrible person.