Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the character that you have heard of
before. Any of the ones you have not heard of, BELONG to me.
Author's Note: Be nice (or not), this is my first Alias fan-fiction. I love the show and I love reading the fan-fictions on Alias. I have never actually thought of making an alias fan-fiction, but I had an idea.
I haven't updated in ages and I only hope that people will still read this. I have been either working on my other stories and poems, or I have been reading. Also school has been out for about a month now and I've been around a lot. Also before school was out I had bunches of projects and tests to do and study for.
Sorry about the wait and I'll try my hardest not to wait that long, but I will if no one reviews, 'cause I LOVE reviews and I need them to write. I have Juvenal Rheumatoid Arthritis in lots of my joints, including my writs and fingers, and it hurts like hell to type, but I LOVE doing this and I LOVE people reading my stuff. So I would very much like reviews, so it gives me something to make the pain worthwhile.
And I don't know if I still have the feeling as before so could you people tell me anything that would help me please. Anyhow read and review. So here's the chapter.
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Alicia and Chris came home at around seven pm. late, but I preferred to be alone. They both were really sorry for staying out late, but they needed to adjust to a child at home and were just so used to having late hours. I had said that I liked it better when I was alone, but they just said they'd try not to be late again.
We ate spaghetti and then I was sent to bed. In seven of my homes the parents would read me a book, and I liked it better when they did. It made me like them better. But I didn't say anything and I just went upstairs and read my self to sleep.
I awoke the next day to the sound of birds chirping. It was a beautiful sound and I wondered how they could be so happy. It seemed almost impossible for me. I just only wished that one day maybe I could be that happy too.
I got out of bed and walked over to my dresser and put on black leather pants on and a bright pick shirt on with a black leather jacket. I put my hair up into a ponytail and I went downstairs to eat breakfast.
Chris took me to school and it was just as boring as the other schools. I wrote, read, counted, and did some other simple things. It went by fast till lunchtime and then I didn't like it.
I went outside with my lunch and sat at a picnic table. It was nice out, but it was pretty much always nice in the spring, it was not quite winter, but not yet summer. I didn't want to talk to any one so I went to a table farther away from the others and I didn't know that the tables "belonged" to the sixth graders.
"What are you doing at OUR table?" A boy with messy brown hair questioned me. Five other boys surrounded him as well as two girls. All of them wore dark clothing and looked tough.
"I'm sitting here." I said in my causal voice. I didn't want to start a fight or be the beating up toy. But if they started it, I will guarantee you; I will not lose to children.
"Move, or else." The boy said in his "toughest" voice. I laughed so hard. in my head anyways. All the fifth graders glared at me with "evil" eyes. It made me want to laugh more!
"Or else.what will you do? Beat me up? Get me sent to the hospital? Tell me what you are going to do." I exclaimed waiting for an answer.
Every one of the young teens looked at me with such hate and anger and I loved it. I loved the look, the feelings, and the rage. It was what I felt every day but no one saw it in me and I loved seeing it in others. I just felt so very good.
"You just told me what we're gonna do. So MOVE right NOW!" I just laughed. It was a threat that meant nothing to me. I had the experience that none of them could learn in a lifetime.
"Do what you want, just know that I'm not going to move," I stated. And then I took another bite out of my sandwich.
And at the same moment two of the boys launched at me and I easily avoided them. They turned around and tried punching me. I grabbed one boys fist and pushed him into the other boy. They both fell to the ground.
I laughed and took another bite of my sandwich. I hoped that they would go now, so I could finish my lunch but I guess it was only a hope. I took the last bite of my sandwich and then the real fight began.
The other three boys came at me and tackled me. One grabbed me and held me so the other two could beat on me. I smiled and ducked when the first fist came. I saw the fist go over my head and strike my holder's face. Both boys looked shocked, and my holder let go of me and fell to his knees.
The one who punched him turned to me and struck my right shoulder. I didn't flinch, cry, or even make a noise. He looked at me and tried again. I grabbed his fist and I twisted it quick and far. I heard a snap and I knew the bone broke. Ouch that MUST hurt.
He cried and ran off. The last boy looked at me and ran after the other boy. I looked at the lead boy and the other two girls. The boy smirked and reached in his pocket for something.
A moment later, he pulled out a gun. I stared at him as if he were crazy. He just smiled. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream. But I couldn't do anything. I couldn't say anything. I was frozen, with a gun pointed at me.
"Now I believe I asked you to move."
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Author's Note: How was it? Horrible? Stupid? Actually good? Please tell what you think about my story so far. Should I continue? Or should I delete it? Review. If I do not get a review that tells me to continue, I will NOT add any more to the story (unless I REALLY, REALLY want to).
And like I said before SORRY about not updating sooner, I have a major problem with keeping up stories all at a fast rate and equally. So please remind me next time if I do this again, and I will update sooner.
SO REVIEW NOW.
Author's Note: Be nice (or not), this is my first Alias fan-fiction. I love the show and I love reading the fan-fictions on Alias. I have never actually thought of making an alias fan-fiction, but I had an idea.
I haven't updated in ages and I only hope that people will still read this. I have been either working on my other stories and poems, or I have been reading. Also school has been out for about a month now and I've been around a lot. Also before school was out I had bunches of projects and tests to do and study for.
Sorry about the wait and I'll try my hardest not to wait that long, but I will if no one reviews, 'cause I LOVE reviews and I need them to write. I have Juvenal Rheumatoid Arthritis in lots of my joints, including my writs and fingers, and it hurts like hell to type, but I LOVE doing this and I LOVE people reading my stuff. So I would very much like reviews, so it gives me something to make the pain worthwhile.
And I don't know if I still have the feeling as before so could you people tell me anything that would help me please. Anyhow read and review. So here's the chapter.
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Alicia and Chris came home at around seven pm. late, but I preferred to be alone. They both were really sorry for staying out late, but they needed to adjust to a child at home and were just so used to having late hours. I had said that I liked it better when I was alone, but they just said they'd try not to be late again.
We ate spaghetti and then I was sent to bed. In seven of my homes the parents would read me a book, and I liked it better when they did. It made me like them better. But I didn't say anything and I just went upstairs and read my self to sleep.
I awoke the next day to the sound of birds chirping. It was a beautiful sound and I wondered how they could be so happy. It seemed almost impossible for me. I just only wished that one day maybe I could be that happy too.
I got out of bed and walked over to my dresser and put on black leather pants on and a bright pick shirt on with a black leather jacket. I put my hair up into a ponytail and I went downstairs to eat breakfast.
Chris took me to school and it was just as boring as the other schools. I wrote, read, counted, and did some other simple things. It went by fast till lunchtime and then I didn't like it.
I went outside with my lunch and sat at a picnic table. It was nice out, but it was pretty much always nice in the spring, it was not quite winter, but not yet summer. I didn't want to talk to any one so I went to a table farther away from the others and I didn't know that the tables "belonged" to the sixth graders.
"What are you doing at OUR table?" A boy with messy brown hair questioned me. Five other boys surrounded him as well as two girls. All of them wore dark clothing and looked tough.
"I'm sitting here." I said in my causal voice. I didn't want to start a fight or be the beating up toy. But if they started it, I will guarantee you; I will not lose to children.
"Move, or else." The boy said in his "toughest" voice. I laughed so hard. in my head anyways. All the fifth graders glared at me with "evil" eyes. It made me want to laugh more!
"Or else.what will you do? Beat me up? Get me sent to the hospital? Tell me what you are going to do." I exclaimed waiting for an answer.
Every one of the young teens looked at me with such hate and anger and I loved it. I loved the look, the feelings, and the rage. It was what I felt every day but no one saw it in me and I loved seeing it in others. I just felt so very good.
"You just told me what we're gonna do. So MOVE right NOW!" I just laughed. It was a threat that meant nothing to me. I had the experience that none of them could learn in a lifetime.
"Do what you want, just know that I'm not going to move," I stated. And then I took another bite out of my sandwich.
And at the same moment two of the boys launched at me and I easily avoided them. They turned around and tried punching me. I grabbed one boys fist and pushed him into the other boy. They both fell to the ground.
I laughed and took another bite of my sandwich. I hoped that they would go now, so I could finish my lunch but I guess it was only a hope. I took the last bite of my sandwich and then the real fight began.
The other three boys came at me and tackled me. One grabbed me and held me so the other two could beat on me. I smiled and ducked when the first fist came. I saw the fist go over my head and strike my holder's face. Both boys looked shocked, and my holder let go of me and fell to his knees.
The one who punched him turned to me and struck my right shoulder. I didn't flinch, cry, or even make a noise. He looked at me and tried again. I grabbed his fist and I twisted it quick and far. I heard a snap and I knew the bone broke. Ouch that MUST hurt.
He cried and ran off. The last boy looked at me and ran after the other boy. I looked at the lead boy and the other two girls. The boy smirked and reached in his pocket for something.
A moment later, he pulled out a gun. I stared at him as if he were crazy. He just smiled. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream. But I couldn't do anything. I couldn't say anything. I was frozen, with a gun pointed at me.
"Now I believe I asked you to move."
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Author's Note: How was it? Horrible? Stupid? Actually good? Please tell what you think about my story so far. Should I continue? Or should I delete it? Review. If I do not get a review that tells me to continue, I will NOT add any more to the story (unless I REALLY, REALLY want to).
And like I said before SORRY about not updating sooner, I have a major problem with keeping up stories all at a fast rate and equally. So please remind me next time if I do this again, and I will update sooner.
SO REVIEW NOW.