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The horrid sound of tires squealing, and glass crashing echoed in the silent night. Pain swept through her entire body, it was a feeling that would not leave her memory until the day she died. Her body began to shake, why didn't someone turn on the heat? It was bloody cold where she was, and it felt at that very moment like she would never be able to get warm again. Time seemed to stand still. "Hold on sweetie, you'll be ok, just hold on." A voice pleaded her, although she was unaware of where it came from. As she faded out of consciousness, she could hear the wailing of a siren in the distance, and could see the flashing of red ambulance lights. However, before the ambulance could reach the site of which she laid, the tiny girl slipped in to the blackness that consumed her.
11 years later:
Rumor Davis woke up with a jerk; she was all sweaty from tossing a turning. The same nightmare which haunted her dreams since she was a little girl had returned. They didn't seem to have an end to them, and they didn't seem to make sense. Laying her head back upon her pillow, Rumor rolled over to check her alarm clock, 5:00 a.m. Great, she still had a half hour before she had to get up for school. Sighing, she rolled back onto her back, and stared up at the ceiling of her room. It's not even a real bedroom; she thought to herself bitterly, it's the freakin attic. It wasn't long before her stepmother was banging on the door, trying to rouse Rumor from bed. Grumbling, Rumor turned the volume of her vintage boom box up to a deafening roar, and throw open her closet. Picking out her favorite outfit, the one that her stepparents absolutely could not stand; a black shirt with rips all throughout it, black baggy pants and a pair of combat boots. To complete the outfit she placed bracelets of black and blue up her pale skinny wrists and arms. Rumor brushed her long blonde hair, which had streaks of red in it, back into a messy ponytail. Looking at herself in the mirror she grinned with satisfaction, she was ready for school. Grabbing her jacket, which it too was black, and headed out the door, but after a moment pause at the top of the stairs, she went back into her room and grabbed her Swiss army knife. Now she was ready to deal with today's drama. Thumping down the stairs, Rumor tried to make it past her legal guardians without having to talk to them, but she had no luck. "Where do you think your going dressed like that?" An ear piercing screech came from just behind her shoulder. Rumor turned, determine to keep her cool and just has determined to get out of there as quickly has possible. "To school, I hear that it's a law to go there nowadays." She said evenly, looking her stepmother square in the face. "Don't get smart with me young lady. You change this very instant." Her stepmother's face was beginning to turn red with anger, and twisted with annoyance. "No, I'm not going to change. I look fine." Rumor struggled to keep her temper in control, but it was getting hard. Smack! She didn't even see the hand coming. "You look like the whore that we all know that you are. We don't need the school officials after us again about you attire." Rumor's cheek was bright red and was starting to tingle from the slap. She gave her stepmother an icy glare and turned to head out the door, paying no heed to the furious women behind her. Rumor clamped to school, pissed off about everything. She was so wrapped up in her anger that she didn't hear Driver Walker calling her name from across the street. It wasn't until he tapped her on the shoulder and she nearly backhanded him, did she realize who it was. Driver was her best friend, and her only friend. He was a year older to her sixteen years, and she was smitten with him, although she would die before admitting it. His deep brown eyes and matching brown hair was enough to send any sane girl ga- ga over him. But they were friends, and Rumor wouldn't do anything to every ruin their friendship, they had a good system worked out, he had her back and she had his. They both came from broken homes, and were both abused on a daily basis; Rumor, by her stepparents, and Driver by his old man. Neither really cared about school or that kind of crap. They spent most of their time fixing old beat-up cars at the local mechanic's or getting into fights. They were broken and tough, but they had each other. Driver looked down at Rumor intensely, "Which one is that from?" He asked, carefully examining her cheek. There was a long scratch from her stepmother's long nail, it matched the other scar on her other cheek perfectly. The other scar was one that would never go away, and would always be there to remind her that her parents were dead and never coming back. Too bad Rumor had no idea how she had gotten the scar, or how her parents had died. Apparently, she had blocked the memory out, and hasn't been able to remember. Pulling her head away, Rumor looked down towards the ground. "My stepmother." She said without emotion. She didn't want to talk about it and Driver didn't push it. He simply nodded, took her hand, and led her away from the school and towards the park. And it was there where they spent the day together. Walking home that evening, Rumor tried unsuccessfully to not bend her wrist. She had backed Driver up in a fight earlier that day, and her wrist had gotten the worst of it. Seething in pain, Rumor thought to herself, sprained, it's only a sprain. She could not afford to get a broken wrist now. She was so caught up in her wrist that she almost didn't see the bright light coming from the local cemetery. Entranced by it, Rumor let herself into the cemetery and headed towards the pure bright light. It was beautiful, and Rumor could not help but feel her heart flutter has she walked towards it. Just in front of the light, Rumor suddenly stopped and thought about what she was doing, this is insane; I just need to head home and sleep. This could only lead me into more trouble, and that is the last thing I need right now. I could say that common sense took over at that point, but then there would be no story, now would there? Rumor had stepped into the light, blind and unknowing of what she was going to run into at the other end.
Hey all! I hoped you liked it. I know it's not really interesting, but it will get better!! I promise!! Read the next chapter to find out what happens to Rumor.
The horrid sound of tires squealing, and glass crashing echoed in the silent night. Pain swept through her entire body, it was a feeling that would not leave her memory until the day she died. Her body began to shake, why didn't someone turn on the heat? It was bloody cold where she was, and it felt at that very moment like she would never be able to get warm again. Time seemed to stand still. "Hold on sweetie, you'll be ok, just hold on." A voice pleaded her, although she was unaware of where it came from. As she faded out of consciousness, she could hear the wailing of a siren in the distance, and could see the flashing of red ambulance lights. However, before the ambulance could reach the site of which she laid, the tiny girl slipped in to the blackness that consumed her.
11 years later:
Rumor Davis woke up with a jerk; she was all sweaty from tossing a turning. The same nightmare which haunted her dreams since she was a little girl had returned. They didn't seem to have an end to them, and they didn't seem to make sense. Laying her head back upon her pillow, Rumor rolled over to check her alarm clock, 5:00 a.m. Great, she still had a half hour before she had to get up for school. Sighing, she rolled back onto her back, and stared up at the ceiling of her room. It's not even a real bedroom; she thought to herself bitterly, it's the freakin attic. It wasn't long before her stepmother was banging on the door, trying to rouse Rumor from bed. Grumbling, Rumor turned the volume of her vintage boom box up to a deafening roar, and throw open her closet. Picking out her favorite outfit, the one that her stepparents absolutely could not stand; a black shirt with rips all throughout it, black baggy pants and a pair of combat boots. To complete the outfit she placed bracelets of black and blue up her pale skinny wrists and arms. Rumor brushed her long blonde hair, which had streaks of red in it, back into a messy ponytail. Looking at herself in the mirror she grinned with satisfaction, she was ready for school. Grabbing her jacket, which it too was black, and headed out the door, but after a moment pause at the top of the stairs, she went back into her room and grabbed her Swiss army knife. Now she was ready to deal with today's drama. Thumping down the stairs, Rumor tried to make it past her legal guardians without having to talk to them, but she had no luck. "Where do you think your going dressed like that?" An ear piercing screech came from just behind her shoulder. Rumor turned, determine to keep her cool and just has determined to get out of there as quickly has possible. "To school, I hear that it's a law to go there nowadays." She said evenly, looking her stepmother square in the face. "Don't get smart with me young lady. You change this very instant." Her stepmother's face was beginning to turn red with anger, and twisted with annoyance. "No, I'm not going to change. I look fine." Rumor struggled to keep her temper in control, but it was getting hard. Smack! She didn't even see the hand coming. "You look like the whore that we all know that you are. We don't need the school officials after us again about you attire." Rumor's cheek was bright red and was starting to tingle from the slap. She gave her stepmother an icy glare and turned to head out the door, paying no heed to the furious women behind her. Rumor clamped to school, pissed off about everything. She was so wrapped up in her anger that she didn't hear Driver Walker calling her name from across the street. It wasn't until he tapped her on the shoulder and she nearly backhanded him, did she realize who it was. Driver was her best friend, and her only friend. He was a year older to her sixteen years, and she was smitten with him, although she would die before admitting it. His deep brown eyes and matching brown hair was enough to send any sane girl ga- ga over him. But they were friends, and Rumor wouldn't do anything to every ruin their friendship, they had a good system worked out, he had her back and she had his. They both came from broken homes, and were both abused on a daily basis; Rumor, by her stepparents, and Driver by his old man. Neither really cared about school or that kind of crap. They spent most of their time fixing old beat-up cars at the local mechanic's or getting into fights. They were broken and tough, but they had each other. Driver looked down at Rumor intensely, "Which one is that from?" He asked, carefully examining her cheek. There was a long scratch from her stepmother's long nail, it matched the other scar on her other cheek perfectly. The other scar was one that would never go away, and would always be there to remind her that her parents were dead and never coming back. Too bad Rumor had no idea how she had gotten the scar, or how her parents had died. Apparently, she had blocked the memory out, and hasn't been able to remember. Pulling her head away, Rumor looked down towards the ground. "My stepmother." She said without emotion. She didn't want to talk about it and Driver didn't push it. He simply nodded, took her hand, and led her away from the school and towards the park. And it was there where they spent the day together. Walking home that evening, Rumor tried unsuccessfully to not bend her wrist. She had backed Driver up in a fight earlier that day, and her wrist had gotten the worst of it. Seething in pain, Rumor thought to herself, sprained, it's only a sprain. She could not afford to get a broken wrist now. She was so caught up in her wrist that she almost didn't see the bright light coming from the local cemetery. Entranced by it, Rumor let herself into the cemetery and headed towards the pure bright light. It was beautiful, and Rumor could not help but feel her heart flutter has she walked towards it. Just in front of the light, Rumor suddenly stopped and thought about what she was doing, this is insane; I just need to head home and sleep. This could only lead me into more trouble, and that is the last thing I need right now. I could say that common sense took over at that point, but then there would be no story, now would there? Rumor had stepped into the light, blind and unknowing of what she was going to run into at the other end.
Hey all! I hoped you liked it. I know it's not really interesting, but it will get better!! I promise!! Read the next chapter to find out what happens to Rumor.