A.N. okay people, my next few chappys are basically going to be about Dereck and Media. I'll throw in a bit about Mia and Lilly and Michael and Boris and who not. It WILL BE SOAP OPERARY
Oh, and why they didn't pick Media? Well, it could be that.... SHE "S INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fandom Avenger: No, youth is not an excuse for stupidity, but I'm saying that because of not being in High School, there are some things I'm MISSING, even though I have a college writing level. Besides, Fanfictions are supposed to be for fun, so what if I have a stupid audience or an intelligent one? I'll still be giving people something to read, ne? Also, I'll still be doing what I love, despite CRITISISM (cough cough) or people telling me I suck. Been there, Done that. IF you don't like the way I write my stories, or my stories in general, what the freak are you doing reading them? Go read "Critical Theory Since Plato" or something.... Coinsidently, that book is really good...
Okay, I'll admit it:
I lied to my parents about Media. So what? What's a little white lie about your sister?
I told them that she was fine, a little shaken about being kicked out. And, I was praying to all the gods I could think of that my nostrils weren't flaring like they do. Trecherous nostrils...
However, it was all for naught, because, just when I was getting into the thick of it, the police decided to call.
And spill the beans.
So, now, my sister is being placed in a private hospital for the clinically insane. After I had gotten the place cleaned up, which took about 3 hours by the way, Dereck had decided to take my near comatose sister to the hospital.
"She probably has some trama from the..." he stopped, I knew it must be painful for him to say "bloodletting." I looked at him, and I saw complete love in his eyes for Media. Only love.
So, I offered him a ride to the hospital, and attempted to bribe the driver and Lars so that they wouldn't breathe a word of it to my father. Let me tell you, Lars was way easier to bribe than the driver. Okay, so through our entire car ride, Media is just sitting there, her eyes glazed. Her face calm. Sometimes, she'll blink, and a wave of tears comes out of her eyes. When that happened, Dereck would lean over and wipe them away, so gently, ever so gently.
We arrived at the hospital, went through a buttload of forms, and finally, got Media some iron and blood.
It was only after 2 hours that we were told she was going to an institute.
So, we signed a bunch more forms for that, and then, the last thing we saw was her being carted away to the phyciatric unit.
What a day eh?
Oh, and why they didn't pick Media? Well, it could be that.... SHE "S INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fandom Avenger: No, youth is not an excuse for stupidity, but I'm saying that because of not being in High School, there are some things I'm MISSING, even though I have a college writing level. Besides, Fanfictions are supposed to be for fun, so what if I have a stupid audience or an intelligent one? I'll still be giving people something to read, ne? Also, I'll still be doing what I love, despite CRITISISM (cough cough) or people telling me I suck. Been there, Done that. IF you don't like the way I write my stories, or my stories in general, what the freak are you doing reading them? Go read "Critical Theory Since Plato" or something.... Coinsidently, that book is really good...
Okay, I'll admit it:
I lied to my parents about Media. So what? What's a little white lie about your sister?
I told them that she was fine, a little shaken about being kicked out. And, I was praying to all the gods I could think of that my nostrils weren't flaring like they do. Trecherous nostrils...
However, it was all for naught, because, just when I was getting into the thick of it, the police decided to call.
And spill the beans.
So, now, my sister is being placed in a private hospital for the clinically insane. After I had gotten the place cleaned up, which took about 3 hours by the way, Dereck had decided to take my near comatose sister to the hospital.
"She probably has some trama from the..." he stopped, I knew it must be painful for him to say "bloodletting." I looked at him, and I saw complete love in his eyes for Media. Only love.
So, I offered him a ride to the hospital, and attempted to bribe the driver and Lars so that they wouldn't breathe a word of it to my father. Let me tell you, Lars was way easier to bribe than the driver. Okay, so through our entire car ride, Media is just sitting there, her eyes glazed. Her face calm. Sometimes, she'll blink, and a wave of tears comes out of her eyes. When that happened, Dereck would lean over and wipe them away, so gently, ever so gently.
We arrived at the hospital, went through a buttload of forms, and finally, got Media some iron and blood.
It was only after 2 hours that we were told she was going to an institute.
So, we signed a bunch more forms for that, and then, the last thing we saw was her being carted away to the phyciatric unit.
What a day eh?