Hello!
I'm new to the world of writing Escaflowne stories.. NO! WAIT, DON'T RUN AWAY! I sware.. I'm not that bad. On a scale from one to ten, I'm a six. LOL, just joking. I have know idea what I am. Though, I do hope you enjoy reading this. I had this idea, and decided to write about it.
Please review, and tell me what you think
~Katlynn~
Disclaimer:
I don't own Escaflowne. I'm just a grade twelve student trying to figure out what I want to be in life, trying to apply to university, trying to do some scholarships essays, and praying for Christmas holidays to do the homework my teachers have assigned which will be due the next Thursday. Isn't my life pathetic?
~One of Those days~
It was one of those days.
That was destined to go wrong did and when I thought that was the worst it could get, it only got worse. No preparation, no six sense, nothing. Just a big bang with ribbons of disaster.
You must be dying to know how my day went so wrong and it's quite simple. As a matter of fact, it was because he showed up.
Now don't be fooled, he's not what he seems. Just because he dresses in those business beige pants, the white blouse, the golfing looking vest, and a tie to top off the nerdy look, he's not innocent.
He's far from it. He's more like one of those Chinese Chesure cats in Lady and the Tramp. All nice and innocent in public but once the public leaves, he will attack. He'll try and eat the gold fish, he'll destroy the drapes, and the china plats. Oh yes, he will. He'll destroy it all, or in my case, me.
See ever since a little girl, I refused to be one of them. I refused to be all high class, all snobby, basically, I refused to be everything my family stood for. Mother refuses to accept me as her daughter, and my father doesn't really care. If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's being daddy's little angel has it's benefits.
You see, there's this one time when I was thirteen and my mother threw me this stupid bimbo party, or as she called it, a nice party with friends of the family. Well to say the least, I was put through hell to get 'the perfect outfit' and forced to wash my face constantly to get the perfect complexion. Well after two days of that, I had it settled.
There may be a party but I'm not going to be there.
Now, I must pre-warn you. When I set my mind to something, it gets done, or in this case, I actually acted on the plan.
That night while my mom and dad where wondering where I was, I was out enjoying a night on the town... just don't ask me who that guy I was enjoying it with name.
No I'm not a slut; it's just that I never asked him what it was. If anything, I just have random blonde moments; it goes with the honey brown hair I guess.
It took four words from his lips while he stood up in front of the class to make me this complete wreck.
"Hi, I'm Van Fanel."
The guy I've admired from afar, for nearly six years now. Knowing all the while, that anything between us, was never going to happen. He's peanut butter, and I'm mustard. We just don't mix. So why is that so hard to understand?
Why can't I get it through my head that he and I are never going to be? He is perfect, and I, I'm the nobody, looser daughter of a popular senator, who gets her kicks by illegally hitting the clubs on Friday nights, trying to find someone else to love.
~*~*~*~
Please Review!
I'm new to the world of writing Escaflowne stories.. NO! WAIT, DON'T RUN AWAY! I sware.. I'm not that bad. On a scale from one to ten, I'm a six. LOL, just joking. I have know idea what I am. Though, I do hope you enjoy reading this. I had this idea, and decided to write about it.
Please review, and tell me what you think
~Katlynn~
Disclaimer:
I don't own Escaflowne. I'm just a grade twelve student trying to figure out what I want to be in life, trying to apply to university, trying to do some scholarships essays, and praying for Christmas holidays to do the homework my teachers have assigned which will be due the next Thursday. Isn't my life pathetic?
~One of Those days~
It was one of those days.
That was destined to go wrong did and when I thought that was the worst it could get, it only got worse. No preparation, no six sense, nothing. Just a big bang with ribbons of disaster.
You must be dying to know how my day went so wrong and it's quite simple. As a matter of fact, it was because he showed up.
Now don't be fooled, he's not what he seems. Just because he dresses in those business beige pants, the white blouse, the golfing looking vest, and a tie to top off the nerdy look, he's not innocent.
He's far from it. He's more like one of those Chinese Chesure cats in Lady and the Tramp. All nice and innocent in public but once the public leaves, he will attack. He'll try and eat the gold fish, he'll destroy the drapes, and the china plats. Oh yes, he will. He'll destroy it all, or in my case, me.
See ever since a little girl, I refused to be one of them. I refused to be all high class, all snobby, basically, I refused to be everything my family stood for. Mother refuses to accept me as her daughter, and my father doesn't really care. If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's being daddy's little angel has it's benefits.
You see, there's this one time when I was thirteen and my mother threw me this stupid bimbo party, or as she called it, a nice party with friends of the family. Well to say the least, I was put through hell to get 'the perfect outfit' and forced to wash my face constantly to get the perfect complexion. Well after two days of that, I had it settled.
There may be a party but I'm not going to be there.
Now, I must pre-warn you. When I set my mind to something, it gets done, or in this case, I actually acted on the plan.
That night while my mom and dad where wondering where I was, I was out enjoying a night on the town... just don't ask me who that guy I was enjoying it with name.
No I'm not a slut; it's just that I never asked him what it was. If anything, I just have random blonde moments; it goes with the honey brown hair I guess.
It took four words from his lips while he stood up in front of the class to make me this complete wreck.
"Hi, I'm Van Fanel."
The guy I've admired from afar, for nearly six years now. Knowing all the while, that anything between us, was never going to happen. He's peanut butter, and I'm mustard. We just don't mix. So why is that so hard to understand?
Why can't I get it through my head that he and I are never going to be? He is perfect, and I, I'm the nobody, looser daughter of a popular senator, who gets her kicks by illegally hitting the clubs on Friday nights, trying to find someone else to love.
~*~*~*~
Please Review!