Juvenile Delinquet:Ok.. I should TOTALLY hurt myself for starting another
fanfic.. BUT I BLAIM HIM!*points at nothing*
He's my conscience.. my best friend.. the voices in my head.. *crickets chirp* ANYWAYS! I hope this doesn't sound Too stupid.. and I hope I get a lot of peeps reading. THIS IS NOT A MARY-SUE! I am a good author.. I hope and If you have any questions, or concerns please let me know^_^
::Disclaimer::Oh boy.. this again, I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM BOOK AND/OR MOVIE. THE ONLY THING THAT BELONGS TO ME ARE THE CHARACTERS WHO'VE NEVER BEEN MENTIONED. PLEASE ENJOY, AND DO NOT SUE FOR I HAVE NOTHING BUT MY NICKLE PHILIP AND YOU CAN NOT HAVE HIM. NOW CONTINUE... VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED...
. . .
Shattered glass shimered in the setting desert sun, as sand gently blew from the ground up. Strands of human hair were seen blowing loose from 16 children who seemed either wounded or dead. 8 boys, 8 girls all screaming, crying, bleeding, or out of it; lay sprawled out across the desert ground. A bus laid on its side, smoke drifting from the burnt rubber and crisped debri.
"Jo-Josephina.. hey-hey can ya hear me?"Squid weakly tried to move from his position and shake the unconscious girl beside him, but the gash across his stomach caused him to tremble, and curl himself up in pain.
"She's dead isn't she?"Tears rolled down the cheeks of a younger girl who sat beside Squid.
"Ahhh!"Another girl screamed clutching her left arm. "I think m-my arms broken.."
A small child, holding onto a army printed bucket hat looked towards the bus. Young Hector lay nearly dead, almost underneath the broken windows. "Zero- I-I'm sorry.."
'Maybe this could of been prevented.. we all could of been fine..'
Cop cars, and abulances took sharp turns and circled around the area of helplessness. Cops jumped out, as well as paramedic's with stretcher's.
'I mean.. a lot of things happen for a reason. Bad grades, detention, a cold. But.. some things happen completely out of what you'd think. You would think it'd turn out one way-'
"These kid's won't make it any longer, get a helicoptor out here!"A cop barked at another one, he quickly ran off to his walky talky.
"What do you want us to do officer?"A paramedic asked, his hands and shirt already covered in blood.
"Take the fatal one's first.. a helicoptor's coming for the others.."The cop looked at the disaster and shook his head; then turned away his eyes to the ground.
'-But, all that happens, changes. Dreams become crushed, and lives end. Hope fails, and everything else disapears into the nothingness we live in-'
An african american girl, with the side of her arm sliced with the sharp glass in her skin was picked up and placed on a stretcher. A withered rose fell from her bruised, cold hands.
'I still don't know why any of this happened.. maybe it was all our fault, or maybe it wasn't- If we just never came- maybe we would of been a-ok. But- our worst nightmares came true- our worst fears swallowed our only faith-'
"Ok, let's get these kids outta here.."An officer replied into a walky talky, as a helicopter hovered over them.
'But for those of you who are confused- let's rewind a few months back-'
. . .
A line of buses driving down the dusty, road to nowhere sped past groups of boys digging in the hot sun. Multi-stereotypical, and personalities of girls peaked their heads out the windows. All of them dreaded going to this deserted waste land, espesially since it was an 'all boys camp' to begin with.
'We were all from some other camp, all us girls. Camp Newberry, yep sounds corny.. cause it was. It was a Camp down by the Mississippi River, where we did Comunity Service stuff.. like trash picking, fishing, and other crap.'
The buses came to a hault one by one, to a set of buildings. Trucks were surrounding also, with supplies such as new shower installments, more food, more cots and crates ect.
"All right girls, we're all gonna file out orderly.. no pushing or shoving!"The bus driver announced, as the 8 girls in his bus stood up. Each one had a set of handcuffs and a bag of some sort.
'The only reason we were sent to an ALL boys camp, from an ALL girls camp- well, because our Warden was carried away in a straight jacket. Don't ask why- cause I'm not even sure..'
The first girl walked out, she was wearing baggy ripped jeans, and a baby blue tank top. Her snarled braid, hung down to her back, and loose hair blew in the humid wind.
'Josephina Rodriguez was the oldest, out of us girls, at 17. To adults she was known as plain, ole Josephina, but to us she was known as Midnight. Mysterious, and dark we never really knew what was going on in her head..'
A shorter girl with chin length black hair, was pushed out of the bus next. She turned and glared at who was mean anough to do such a thing. Her baggy cargo pants were low enough to see her underwear, and a confused look seemed to be glued onto her face.
'Carmen Rodriguez.. or Dizzy as we all knew her, was Midnight's lil sister. She was 14, and was always the one needing to be pushed along in whatever her tasks were.'
"Now.. what did I say about pushing!"The Bus Driver yelled.
"Hey-hey I'm sorry, I guess I forgot.."The next girl walked down. She was asian, and bright red highlights shone through her hair. 'Good Charlotte' was printed on her worn out black t-shirt, and black jeans were worn with chains hanging off the side.
'Jodie Carter was 16, J.C. was what we called her. She was always getting herself yelled at in one way or the other. Maybe it was her obsessive reaction to Punk rock bands, or the piercings of her nose and eyebrow she wasn't suppose to have in the first place-'
The next girl tripped down the stairs, she screamed as she fell to the ground and hit it hard with a thud! The colorful ribbons in her hair fell forward over, her red, frizzy hair and fell in front of her freckled face. She quickly jumped back up and brushed the dirt off of her clothing.
'Carly Peterson was the hyper-energy filled one out of us and was only 15. She always had something to brighten us all up with. Her colorful ribbons always made us think of streamers, hence her new name became Streamer!'
As all the other girls laughed at Streamer, one girl in perticular didn't. She stepped down the stairs silently. Her bag was close to her, and she watched her feet carefully as she moved her way down the bus steps. Her dirty blond hair, was hidden under a baseball cap that was off to the side, and her baggy sweatshirt, hung over her baggy sweatpants.
'Lexie Jones was another 17 year old. But unlike Josephine, Lexie was freaky. She was always freaking out about something, and kept everything in. Spark was what we named her due to some encounters we heard about-'
An african-american girl who was still laughing at Streamer's incident skipped down the bus steps. Her black hair was pulled back in multiple braids, and the shirt she wore was showing off her belly button ring.
'Gabriel Woods, aka Gabby was 16. She had an attitude none of us really understood. She was nice, yet pretty jerky at the same time, but that's Gabby for you, and us all!'
"Streamer! That was-"Gabby began laughing again.
The second to the last girl stepped out of the bus, she had the most sad/mad expression on her face, and the harshest eyes you could ever read into. She was short in stature, and her eyes gazed angrily on a few boys looking her way. She was mixed caucasian and african-american, her hair tight in cornrows covered by a soft pink bandana.
'Shorty, was the youngest of us all. She was 13, the only 13 year old, and stood about 4ft. 8in. Her real name was Amber Myers, but no one called her that. Though small, she was as hard as nails, so hard that even her heart was-'
The last girl walked down the bus, a diary held up to her as she excitedly looked around the enviroment she had now been placed in. The bus doors slid closed behind her as she looked at the camp, and facilities through her thin framed glasses. She had no make-up on her face, and lacked natural beauty.. but truthfully didn't seem to care. She walked over to the other girls, smiling as she busily scratched down ideas that went through her head.
'Last but not least was me, Faye Jacobs. But everyone called me Dream, because of my far outlook on life, and all the beauty that surrounded me. Sure my long, burnette hair that could be like the girls on TV was knotted and frizzy, and I might've wore some out dated clothes, I was far too busy to waste my time on make-up, but isn't what's in the heart what counts? Well, anyways-That was the girls- all the girls I knew and loved-'
"Ladies, come with me,"A tall red-headed lady, who had been waiting for the buses pointed her bony, polished finger at the girls and motioned for them to come with her. She had decided to talk with the girls who exited their transportation first, which ended up being the very girls introduced.
'And so- this is where everything began...'
. . .
"So.. we wake up at 4 in the fricken morning, eat something we never ate before, take a shovel, go out in the middle of nowhere, in a orange jumpsuit, dig a 5 foot hole, and then return.."Dizzy asked the others as she walked into their freshly, built tent.
"Yep, that's what I heard.."Midnight nodded and dropped some jumpsuits down on the nearest cot. "And that lady said to change into these.."
"I hate orange.."Shorty mummbled to herself and walked past all the other girls, all they did was watch her as she walked over grabbed a jumpsuit and walk to a corner.
"O-k.. so, we change into a suit- then what do we do for the rest of the day?"Gabby asked as she too picked up a jumpsuit. The other girls shrugged.
"HOW ABOUT-"Streamer began.
"NO! Were not making bubbles with our teeth again.. that was just plain stupid.."J.C. had her hand over Streamer's mouth. "How about music?"J.C. released Streamer, and unzipped her bag reveiling a set of headphones and a few CD's.
"J.C., you can go ahead and listen to your CD's.. but I don't know about you guys, I wanna look around,"Midnight walked to the tent flap. Dream gasped.
"WAIT FOR ME! I want to EXPLORE this world!"Dream smiled broadly and walked out the tent first, and Midnight walked out next. Dizzy and Streamer glanced at eachother, then the tent exit.
"W-WAIT FOR US!!!"Dizzy yelled almost giggling as she ran out of the tent, with Streamer right behind her.
"Stupid-"Shorty mummbled to herself again, and buttoned up the rest of her jumpsuit which apeared rather baggy on her small body.
"Well- this is new-"Gabby whispered as she laid back on her hands and stared up at the ceiling. Spark looked over at Shorty, J.C., and Gabby. She didn't wanna be so crazed but a voice that continuosly nagged on her brought her to the point of isolation. She stood up, jerky, frightened, and sweaty, and walked out of the tent. For Spark.. being alone, wasn't so easy.
. . .
Juvenile Delinquet:Sooo... ??? What do you think? It's different I guess.. I never started out a fic like this and I wanted 2 try sutin' new... Hmmm, I don't know Beginning chapters.. ugh. PLEASE R&R with your comments I need to know what you think.. THANKS! ByEs
He's my conscience.. my best friend.. the voices in my head.. *crickets chirp* ANYWAYS! I hope this doesn't sound Too stupid.. and I hope I get a lot of peeps reading. THIS IS NOT A MARY-SUE! I am a good author.. I hope and If you have any questions, or concerns please let me know^_^
::Disclaimer::Oh boy.. this again, I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM BOOK AND/OR MOVIE. THE ONLY THING THAT BELONGS TO ME ARE THE CHARACTERS WHO'VE NEVER BEEN MENTIONED. PLEASE ENJOY, AND DO NOT SUE FOR I HAVE NOTHING BUT MY NICKLE PHILIP AND YOU CAN NOT HAVE HIM. NOW CONTINUE... VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED...
. . .
Shattered glass shimered in the setting desert sun, as sand gently blew from the ground up. Strands of human hair were seen blowing loose from 16 children who seemed either wounded or dead. 8 boys, 8 girls all screaming, crying, bleeding, or out of it; lay sprawled out across the desert ground. A bus laid on its side, smoke drifting from the burnt rubber and crisped debri.
"Jo-Josephina.. hey-hey can ya hear me?"Squid weakly tried to move from his position and shake the unconscious girl beside him, but the gash across his stomach caused him to tremble, and curl himself up in pain.
"She's dead isn't she?"Tears rolled down the cheeks of a younger girl who sat beside Squid.
"Ahhh!"Another girl screamed clutching her left arm. "I think m-my arms broken.."
A small child, holding onto a army printed bucket hat looked towards the bus. Young Hector lay nearly dead, almost underneath the broken windows. "Zero- I-I'm sorry.."
'Maybe this could of been prevented.. we all could of been fine..'
Cop cars, and abulances took sharp turns and circled around the area of helplessness. Cops jumped out, as well as paramedic's with stretcher's.
'I mean.. a lot of things happen for a reason. Bad grades, detention, a cold. But.. some things happen completely out of what you'd think. You would think it'd turn out one way-'
"These kid's won't make it any longer, get a helicoptor out here!"A cop barked at another one, he quickly ran off to his walky talky.
"What do you want us to do officer?"A paramedic asked, his hands and shirt already covered in blood.
"Take the fatal one's first.. a helicoptor's coming for the others.."The cop looked at the disaster and shook his head; then turned away his eyes to the ground.
'-But, all that happens, changes. Dreams become crushed, and lives end. Hope fails, and everything else disapears into the nothingness we live in-'
An african american girl, with the side of her arm sliced with the sharp glass in her skin was picked up and placed on a stretcher. A withered rose fell from her bruised, cold hands.
'I still don't know why any of this happened.. maybe it was all our fault, or maybe it wasn't- If we just never came- maybe we would of been a-ok. But- our worst nightmares came true- our worst fears swallowed our only faith-'
"Ok, let's get these kids outta here.."An officer replied into a walky talky, as a helicopter hovered over them.
'But for those of you who are confused- let's rewind a few months back-'
. . .
A line of buses driving down the dusty, road to nowhere sped past groups of boys digging in the hot sun. Multi-stereotypical, and personalities of girls peaked their heads out the windows. All of them dreaded going to this deserted waste land, espesially since it was an 'all boys camp' to begin with.
'We were all from some other camp, all us girls. Camp Newberry, yep sounds corny.. cause it was. It was a Camp down by the Mississippi River, where we did Comunity Service stuff.. like trash picking, fishing, and other crap.'
The buses came to a hault one by one, to a set of buildings. Trucks were surrounding also, with supplies such as new shower installments, more food, more cots and crates ect.
"All right girls, we're all gonna file out orderly.. no pushing or shoving!"The bus driver announced, as the 8 girls in his bus stood up. Each one had a set of handcuffs and a bag of some sort.
'The only reason we were sent to an ALL boys camp, from an ALL girls camp- well, because our Warden was carried away in a straight jacket. Don't ask why- cause I'm not even sure..'
The first girl walked out, she was wearing baggy ripped jeans, and a baby blue tank top. Her snarled braid, hung down to her back, and loose hair blew in the humid wind.
'Josephina Rodriguez was the oldest, out of us girls, at 17. To adults she was known as plain, ole Josephina, but to us she was known as Midnight. Mysterious, and dark we never really knew what was going on in her head..'
A shorter girl with chin length black hair, was pushed out of the bus next. She turned and glared at who was mean anough to do such a thing. Her baggy cargo pants were low enough to see her underwear, and a confused look seemed to be glued onto her face.
'Carmen Rodriguez.. or Dizzy as we all knew her, was Midnight's lil sister. She was 14, and was always the one needing to be pushed along in whatever her tasks were.'
"Now.. what did I say about pushing!"The Bus Driver yelled.
"Hey-hey I'm sorry, I guess I forgot.."The next girl walked down. She was asian, and bright red highlights shone through her hair. 'Good Charlotte' was printed on her worn out black t-shirt, and black jeans were worn with chains hanging off the side.
'Jodie Carter was 16, J.C. was what we called her. She was always getting herself yelled at in one way or the other. Maybe it was her obsessive reaction to Punk rock bands, or the piercings of her nose and eyebrow she wasn't suppose to have in the first place-'
The next girl tripped down the stairs, she screamed as she fell to the ground and hit it hard with a thud! The colorful ribbons in her hair fell forward over, her red, frizzy hair and fell in front of her freckled face. She quickly jumped back up and brushed the dirt off of her clothing.
'Carly Peterson was the hyper-energy filled one out of us and was only 15. She always had something to brighten us all up with. Her colorful ribbons always made us think of streamers, hence her new name became Streamer!'
As all the other girls laughed at Streamer, one girl in perticular didn't. She stepped down the stairs silently. Her bag was close to her, and she watched her feet carefully as she moved her way down the bus steps. Her dirty blond hair, was hidden under a baseball cap that was off to the side, and her baggy sweatshirt, hung over her baggy sweatpants.
'Lexie Jones was another 17 year old. But unlike Josephine, Lexie was freaky. She was always freaking out about something, and kept everything in. Spark was what we named her due to some encounters we heard about-'
An african-american girl who was still laughing at Streamer's incident skipped down the bus steps. Her black hair was pulled back in multiple braids, and the shirt she wore was showing off her belly button ring.
'Gabriel Woods, aka Gabby was 16. She had an attitude none of us really understood. She was nice, yet pretty jerky at the same time, but that's Gabby for you, and us all!'
"Streamer! That was-"Gabby began laughing again.
The second to the last girl stepped out of the bus, she had the most sad/mad expression on her face, and the harshest eyes you could ever read into. She was short in stature, and her eyes gazed angrily on a few boys looking her way. She was mixed caucasian and african-american, her hair tight in cornrows covered by a soft pink bandana.
'Shorty, was the youngest of us all. She was 13, the only 13 year old, and stood about 4ft. 8in. Her real name was Amber Myers, but no one called her that. Though small, she was as hard as nails, so hard that even her heart was-'
The last girl walked down the bus, a diary held up to her as she excitedly looked around the enviroment she had now been placed in. The bus doors slid closed behind her as she looked at the camp, and facilities through her thin framed glasses. She had no make-up on her face, and lacked natural beauty.. but truthfully didn't seem to care. She walked over to the other girls, smiling as she busily scratched down ideas that went through her head.
'Last but not least was me, Faye Jacobs. But everyone called me Dream, because of my far outlook on life, and all the beauty that surrounded me. Sure my long, burnette hair that could be like the girls on TV was knotted and frizzy, and I might've wore some out dated clothes, I was far too busy to waste my time on make-up, but isn't what's in the heart what counts? Well, anyways-That was the girls- all the girls I knew and loved-'
"Ladies, come with me,"A tall red-headed lady, who had been waiting for the buses pointed her bony, polished finger at the girls and motioned for them to come with her. She had decided to talk with the girls who exited their transportation first, which ended up being the very girls introduced.
'And so- this is where everything began...'
. . .
"So.. we wake up at 4 in the fricken morning, eat something we never ate before, take a shovel, go out in the middle of nowhere, in a orange jumpsuit, dig a 5 foot hole, and then return.."Dizzy asked the others as she walked into their freshly, built tent.
"Yep, that's what I heard.."Midnight nodded and dropped some jumpsuits down on the nearest cot. "And that lady said to change into these.."
"I hate orange.."Shorty mummbled to herself and walked past all the other girls, all they did was watch her as she walked over grabbed a jumpsuit and walk to a corner.
"O-k.. so, we change into a suit- then what do we do for the rest of the day?"Gabby asked as she too picked up a jumpsuit. The other girls shrugged.
"HOW ABOUT-"Streamer began.
"NO! Were not making bubbles with our teeth again.. that was just plain stupid.."J.C. had her hand over Streamer's mouth. "How about music?"J.C. released Streamer, and unzipped her bag reveiling a set of headphones and a few CD's.
"J.C., you can go ahead and listen to your CD's.. but I don't know about you guys, I wanna look around,"Midnight walked to the tent flap. Dream gasped.
"WAIT FOR ME! I want to EXPLORE this world!"Dream smiled broadly and walked out the tent first, and Midnight walked out next. Dizzy and Streamer glanced at eachother, then the tent exit.
"W-WAIT FOR US!!!"Dizzy yelled almost giggling as she ran out of the tent, with Streamer right behind her.
"Stupid-"Shorty mummbled to herself again, and buttoned up the rest of her jumpsuit which apeared rather baggy on her small body.
"Well- this is new-"Gabby whispered as she laid back on her hands and stared up at the ceiling. Spark looked over at Shorty, J.C., and Gabby. She didn't wanna be so crazed but a voice that continuosly nagged on her brought her to the point of isolation. She stood up, jerky, frightened, and sweaty, and walked out of the tent. For Spark.. being alone, wasn't so easy.
. . .
Juvenile Delinquet:Sooo... ??? What do you think? It's different I guess.. I never started out a fic like this and I wanted 2 try sutin' new... Hmmm, I don't know Beginning chapters.. ugh. PLEASE R&R with your comments I need to know what you think.. THANKS! ByEs