Author.Notes//
I apologise to Shibi's sister....the last character was not suppose to resemble you in anyway....so sorry if ya found it offensive I am really sorry......so it's been changed : D enjoy....
Heyo people!!! How ya bein??? First of all I have to apologise for the lateness of my updates.....but I do have reasons why and I will try to make it up to you.....well the reasons why I haven't updated faster is because for the last 10 days I have been stranded in brush!!!!
For camp and also because it's holidays.....ok you must be thinking that I should updating faster because it is the hols, but the thing is my COUSINS!!! Have hols 2 and I, yes ME! Has to look after them.....*Screams in frustration and starts pulling out hair* they are annoying brats ~!~!~!~!~ so I am writing in all the spare time I have _ so please put up with it for the time being........and give me support so I don't kill my younger relatives.......
Well to finish off I thank all the people who reviewed :D it's greatly appreciated :P and I don't own beyblades or the poems that I'll be adding now to the end of each chapter. But I do own Kate, May and any other non- beyblade characters in this story and I also own the story line and plot.......
Can I ever forgive you?
Part 4
I rolled over. My senses slowly came back to me. The smell of blood made my noise scrunch up. I shadowed my eyes from the morning light that was flooding in from the window.
My neck and shoulders hurt. Moaning I slowly sat up. Rolling my shoulders, I tried to realise the tension that had built up from sleeping on the cold, hard tiles.
I looked down at my leg. It was covered with hardened crimson blood, which had also spilled onto the floor. The wound I inflicted on myself hadn't been seriously deep, not a life risk, unfortunately! I slowly pulled myself up, ignoring the surge of pain from my leg.
I grabbed a towel and cleaned my wounded up, covering it with a bandaid before cleaning the floor up to. No needs to aggravate the devils anymore then they are.
I quietly walked out the door and stepped into the clean, bleach stinking room, that hadn't been touched. My magazines on cars and rock bands layed discarded in one corner of the room. The only shred of my true self left. I staggered over to the wardrobe; pulling the doors roughly open, before taking out the same bloody school uniform I wore everyday.
Painfully and with a great deal of struggle, I was able to get ready and make myself at least look like I wasn't going down the drain. I walked over to the door, picking my bag up, flinging it over my shoulder before disappearing down the corridor.
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What the hell is going on? Just a second ago I was sitting in my English class minding my own business and then the teacher Mr Rumpled, decided to chuck a total spas at me for god knows what.
"What did I do?" I asked half confused.
"It's not what you did, it's what you haven't!"
I arched an eyebrow and looked at him. What the hell was he talking about?
"What do you mean?"
"You haven't done your English homework from yesterday and you haven't handed in the work that was due the day before. Ms. Jefferson your grades are on a complete down fall."
I felt like yelling, who the fuck cares! But where would that get me....Oh in the principle's office! A dark, dank, large room occupied by a skinny, commando type mistress, who believes that children should be seen not heard. How she became a principle is beyond me.
"Sorry Mr. Rumpled."
He just grunted at me in reply and returned to his chair up on a little platform at the front of the class. "Kitten, are you alright?" Max asked, placing a hand lightly on my back.
You know how I said the 6th member of our cupboard room wasn't there. Well here he is. Max Tate, son of Judy Tate, a young, rich, successful lady who works as a scientist for Voltaire. Don't ask who he is, I don't want to say unless it is down right important.
Max is not a snob at all, even though people from town think that if you go to a rich school you are. Well he is the proof that not all of us are.
He's a causal, laid back, wild skater, who has the most capturing light blue eyes, with the messiest light blonde hair. He wears his school uniform in an untidy fashion and never brushes his hair. But apart from that he is the most understanding of all my friends. He knows when I'm down and knows exactly what to say to get me out of my sorrow.
"Nothings wrong Max, it's nothing."
He raised a light blonde eyebrow before his mouth set in a frown.
"There's something wrong and I would like you to tell me. I'm not letting you go until you tell me," he said again before grabbing my wrist.
I frowned and looked at him.
"Nothing is wrong. I promise Maxi, nothing is wrong."
Max didn't look convinced at all. Am I a bad liar? Am I that easy to read?
"Is there something you would like to share with the class, Ms. Jefferson, Mr. Tate?"
"No sir."
Max and I replied simultaneously before returning to our workbooks. Max sending me side-glances as I tried to focus on the work, he knew something was up.
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I sat down under an old oak tree, my spot of peace if I wanted to be alone. I had been coming and eating here more often, since the day I got out of hospital.
A snap of a twig made me turn around. What I saw made me want to leave. Tala stood there looking at me, the pain that was now always there, visible in his eyes.
"Hey," he began.
"Tala, I have nothing to say to you and I don't want to listen to you."
Maybe he didn't hear me or just chose to ignore me, but he walked up and sat down in front of me.
"I heard from people that you're not looking well and is behaving oddly."
I'm I really that obvious? And those people must be just Mariah! God she's such a gossiper.
"I'm fine, but i feel sick when your around," I hissed turning my head away so I couldn't see his facial expression, which I knew would hurt me more.
There was a sad sigh before a shuffle of leaves and snapping of twigs told me he had left. My heart sunk lower in my chest if it could.
I was breaking my best friend's heart by not talking to him. But it's not like he didn't deserve it, May and Bryan are two objects that were close to me and he took them away. I can't just forgive him so easily.... Or can I?
I clutched my head. Thoughts, feelings begun whizzing through my head at full speed, my body couldn't take this. I stumbled onto my feet and quickly dashed towards the restrooms. My stomach didn't feel so good.
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Friday night came like a bad toothache, painful and sudden. I'm stuck in a fancy convention type thing, which requires a dress and designable gear. Oh how I could hurl! These things are so boring and are a sociable occasion. I'm NOT sociable!
Well, I'm stuck in a black boob tube top and a long black skirt that flows down to my ankles. It's basically black. Apart from the red glass beads, running diagonally across from one corner of the top and continues to run diagonally around the dress. My hair has been straightened, yet flicked upwards just at the bottom, framing my black mascara attacked hazel eyes. My eyelids have a light sprinkle of glitter over the top of them and my lips have been highlighted with a swipe of glossy red lip-gloss. Huge silver hoops are dangling from my poor ears, as a sliver diamond dog- encrusted chocker literally chokes me to death. My feet have been strapped to weapons that can truly cause bodily harm! They're a pair of black high heel going out shoes, which are seriously killing my feet.
So from what you can hear Grandma has made me go through the complete works. Apparently the Nonnigons, the richest family known to mankind and who also own half of every company in this continent, are here. So of cause I have to dress to impress, even though I'm on strict grounds to be seen but not heard.
I rolled my eyes, getting up from the table of complaining, snobby, stuck up teens, which I had been forced to sit next to.
I needed air! Their imported, expensive perfume and cologne is suffocating me.
Coughing I made my way over to the balcony doors, stepping out onto the nice little balcony, which is only five metres of the ground. It over looks a nice little garden with a pound basically just under the balcony railing. This nice huge mansion, that this fucked up convention was being held at, is owned by one of grandad's friends.
My eyes wondered up to the nice midnight clear sky. The full moon shone down on my fragile, small body. The stars twinkled with joy. I rolled my eyes; joy was one thing I didn't need. I slowly turned around.
What I was faced with just made me cringe.
"Hello Kate" they both said in their usual fake friendly tones.
Their evil smiles just told me once again that they were up to something, which would end up with me in a painful or embarrassing situation.
"Hello Tarlia, Liz."
To posh bitches, who usually get away with anything 'cause everyone thinks their angels. They're just bad girls that don't get caught.
Tarlia has long straight brunette hair that goes to her shoulder blades. She has a straight cut fringe, which ends just above her eyebrows. I laughed at her once 'cause her hair cut just doesn't suite her. Her light brown eyes always seem to stare at me with mischief.
Liz is about the same height, with shoulder blade long black hair, cut in the same style. She has the lightest blue eyes I've ever seen. But I don't like looking into them because they always seem to be glaring daggers at me.
I don't see what their problem with me is. I mean they have the perfect bodies and looks to die for and outfits that always seem to be handmade.
I can't be much of a threat, ok so everyone says I can sing like a superstar. But that doesn't give them a right to pick on me every time, when were at one of these conventions.
Oh that's anther reason why I don't like these things, cause the deadly duo is always here, hot on my trail to cause my humiliation or pain.
I was snapped out of thought by the clinking of their heels on the concrete, as they walked over to me. But before I could realise what was going on I was hosted up onto the balcony railing.
"We think you need to cool off," was all they said with a little laugh before pushing me over the edge.
I screamed as I fell backwards. Bitches!
I awaited the sensation of hitting cold water, but instead I could feel arms catching me. The momentum of my body caused my catcher to fall backwards, ending up with me all over the top of them.
I cursed those bitches before realising the groan emitted from underneath me.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry."
I quickly scrambled off the person and stood up. I looked from were I was to the pound. I was one meter away from it. I would have missed it and hit the concrete head on, those damn dumb arse wipes, oh how I'm gonna......
I then remembered that someone had caught me. I spun around. I was faced with a spiky brown haired guy, who was sitting up, rubbing the back of his head. A tiny frown on his face, as he looked at his position on the floor.
"Oh I'm so sorry," I said once again, as I knelt down next to him, at the same time being careful not to rip my pricey dress.
Suddenly his expression changed into a smile as he looked up at me.
"No need to apologise. I'm quite happy, 'cause it ain't every day a pretty girl falls into your arms."
He slowly got up and then I was able to get a better look at him.
He was at least 185 centimetres tall, about a head and a half-taller then me. His hair was a dark brown. It was short and set in messy spikes. He had the most original capturing eyes I've ever seen. He had light green around his pupils, but it followed out into a dark forest green at the rims.
From what was on show he had quite muscular but toned arms and his skin was tanned. His hands were resting in his baggy denim jeans and his, I guessed, well-toned stomach and nice chest was hidden under a black shirt. This was undone at the collar and was worn very causally. He seemed completely out of place at such a posh convention.
I was bort out of my trance by his smooth voice.
"So does my fallen angel have a name?"
"Kate."
Was my quick reply, he just smiled.
"Kate, what a nice name, mines Bret."
He had a cute name.
"So how did you end up in my arms anyway?"
I frowned and ran over what those two hoes had tried to do and if Bret hadn't caught me I would have died.
"I was pushed by to evil cows," I hissed.
He chuckled to himself as I covered my mouth. I've been told strictly to use no such language around others unless I wanted a scalding.
"Don't worry, you can use language around me, I don't give a shit. I'm out here anyway to escape the complete politeness and posh people inside."
I smiled and sat down next to him on the stone bench, which he had decided to rest on. He smiled and turned to me.
"I can't stand it, those people inside are so up themselves, but so are my parents."
I nodded knowingly.
"Yeah, I was out on the balcony so I could escape the complete dribble inside. That's before I ended up down here. Well thanks for saving me."
"No problemo, anyways if you hadn't been pushed by two cows. I wouldn't have anyone to talk to."
"Yeah, true," I laughed lightly.
"So what are you doing here? No offence, but you don't seem to be the type of person to be at these things," I asked, staring at him, in wonder.
"Yeah, I ask myself the same question some times. But it's always the same answer, I'm forced to. My parents are very important people, so I always have to go to anything they go to. Which I must say is a lot. It's really boring and so damn long, so why are you here?"
"Basically the same reason, through it's my grandparents who are important and it sounds like I go to less functions and occasions then you do. It must suck arse, meaning like having to go out all the time, how do you cope with school work and shit."
He laughed lightly and looked up at the sky.
"I balance everything out; I think I'm doing quite well. I go to St Christ College and they understand what I have to do, so my homework load is a little lighter, but not that much. Also my parents allow me to throw parties and go out when ever I please, which makes up for most of it."
I smiled at him.
"At least you have that. I don't have anything like that and because my parents died I only have my grandparents and they hate me."
He turned to me and frowned.
"I'm sorry. Ya grandparents don't sound that nice. Who are they?"
"Oh I would say Mr. and Mrs. Shit for brains, but that ain't tha true names. They're really called Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson."
Bret laughed at the beginning but frowned when I told him who my grandparents were.
"So you are the grandchild of the Jefferson. I've heard something's about you, you're quite a rebel."
He smiled as I replied.
"I try to be, when I can."
I smiled back and then we both cracked up laughing.
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We sat out in the courtyard for hours. Talking about our hobbies, life style, schools, friends. I found out he plays basketball for a team at a sports centre and that he sings and plays a guitar in a band. I was quite shocked, I never knew that there was anyone in such a convention or in the poshie posh population that was, what you say.... Normal!
I cracked up laughing as he told me about his friend who had tried out for his driver's licence and failed terribly. When driving his friend asked the instructor which way to go around the round a bout and the instructor said straight ahead. His friend literally drove straight over the round a bout.
"He's seriously draft, I think he's tried for it 20 times and failed every time. But he's got it now."
"How could he get it if he's done so bad the last few times?"
"Personally I think his Dad rang up and talked the them, so all he did was walk through the doors and he got it. I hold onto the seat for dear life when he's driving."
I laughed lightly.
"I would like to meet ya friend, while he's not driving."
Bret laughed and shook his head, mostly to himself, before smiling brightly.
"I think he would love to meet you. The guys and I are hanging out at Draggers tomorrow, so I would love it if ya came around and hanged wid us."
He winked, which caused me to laugh.
"Yeah alright, I'll see. I don't think I have any plans."
Suddenly I heard the doors to the yard open and shoes scrap the pavement. A gentleman dressed in a black suite walked up to us, immediately Bret and I stood.
"Master Nonnigon, your parents seek your presence right away."
My heart stopped and my breathe court in my throat. All this time I had been talking to the Nonagon's son. Why didn't he tell me? I just stood there, shock consuming me. He was a Nonagon. Oh how much shit am I going to be in if my Grandparents find out?!?
"Ok, well it was nice to meet you Kate. I hope I see you tomorrow."
Bret bowed slightly and took my hand and pressed his soft lips lightly on my knuckles for a light kiss goodbye.
"Ye..eah, nice to meet you to." I stammered.
He smiled lightly before leading the other guy inside.
I stood there for sometime. My thoughts running over what he was like and how he was nothing like a Nonagon was expected to be like and also how deep in shit I would be in if my Grandparents found out.
They don't like me mingling with higher class or guys in higher classes. Oh no, it was wrong and it would shame our family and shame the other guys more.
I can't go to Draggers tomorrow what if my grandparents find out, but if I don't go and be rude as it was an invite. Or just a suggestion, but anyway if I don't turn up then it might give my Grandad a bad name and then he will find out and he would hurt me for not going.
WHY IS LIFE SUCH A PAIN!
I clutched my head in frustration. I started to feel sick again, my body started to feel weak. I opened my eyes just as my surrounds started to whiz, suddenly everything went black.......
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Wide open space,
Between the trees and me,
Emptiness and decisions,
Feeling hard to define,
Coldness seeps it's way in,
I am falling deeper,
Into what I fear most,
As I reach out,
There is nothing there,
As possible there was something once,
Only to be gone,
The sun drops,
The last inch of light falls,
The squirrels more likely to be huddled up,
But not me,
Something I never possessed,
The sun has gone,
Darkness spreads its wings over me,
I see nothing so no one sees me,
Feeling of bitterness only,
An owl peers down,
With question in her eyes,
She doesn't have a hope,
In helping me,
As she doesn't see my pain,
Spreads her wings,
Passes me by,
The soft earth,
Seems the only thing holding me up,
Even then I can slip,
And wondering takes me,
To why and how I got here,
Without even knowing it,
Yet no one notices,
As they didn't see before,
Shimmering in the darkness,
I see two moons,
Reflecting off a stream of thoughts,
Ongoing forever more,
Along a rocky road,
Slowly giving in to finding a way out,
I take a plunge under the river,
Then the wind carries a whisper,
Gently on the breeze,
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Hope you liked this chapter.......reviews are nice so please try to review and then I'll try my best to update really soon. Oh please forgive me for grammar or spelling errors..... : D
*Huggs*
Till next time
I apologise to Shibi's sister....the last character was not suppose to resemble you in anyway....so sorry if ya found it offensive I am really sorry......so it's been changed : D enjoy....
Heyo people!!! How ya bein??? First of all I have to apologise for the lateness of my updates.....but I do have reasons why and I will try to make it up to you.....well the reasons why I haven't updated faster is because for the last 10 days I have been stranded in brush!!!!
For camp and also because it's holidays.....ok you must be thinking that I should updating faster because it is the hols, but the thing is my COUSINS!!! Have hols 2 and I, yes ME! Has to look after them.....*Screams in frustration and starts pulling out hair* they are annoying brats ~!~!~!~!~ so I am writing in all the spare time I have _ so please put up with it for the time being........and give me support so I don't kill my younger relatives.......
Well to finish off I thank all the people who reviewed :D it's greatly appreciated :P and I don't own beyblades or the poems that I'll be adding now to the end of each chapter. But I do own Kate, May and any other non- beyblade characters in this story and I also own the story line and plot.......
Can I ever forgive you?
Part 4
I rolled over. My senses slowly came back to me. The smell of blood made my noise scrunch up. I shadowed my eyes from the morning light that was flooding in from the window.
My neck and shoulders hurt. Moaning I slowly sat up. Rolling my shoulders, I tried to realise the tension that had built up from sleeping on the cold, hard tiles.
I looked down at my leg. It was covered with hardened crimson blood, which had also spilled onto the floor. The wound I inflicted on myself hadn't been seriously deep, not a life risk, unfortunately! I slowly pulled myself up, ignoring the surge of pain from my leg.
I grabbed a towel and cleaned my wounded up, covering it with a bandaid before cleaning the floor up to. No needs to aggravate the devils anymore then they are.
I quietly walked out the door and stepped into the clean, bleach stinking room, that hadn't been touched. My magazines on cars and rock bands layed discarded in one corner of the room. The only shred of my true self left. I staggered over to the wardrobe; pulling the doors roughly open, before taking out the same bloody school uniform I wore everyday.
Painfully and with a great deal of struggle, I was able to get ready and make myself at least look like I wasn't going down the drain. I walked over to the door, picking my bag up, flinging it over my shoulder before disappearing down the corridor.
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What the hell is going on? Just a second ago I was sitting in my English class minding my own business and then the teacher Mr Rumpled, decided to chuck a total spas at me for god knows what.
"What did I do?" I asked half confused.
"It's not what you did, it's what you haven't!"
I arched an eyebrow and looked at him. What the hell was he talking about?
"What do you mean?"
"You haven't done your English homework from yesterday and you haven't handed in the work that was due the day before. Ms. Jefferson your grades are on a complete down fall."
I felt like yelling, who the fuck cares! But where would that get me....Oh in the principle's office! A dark, dank, large room occupied by a skinny, commando type mistress, who believes that children should be seen not heard. How she became a principle is beyond me.
"Sorry Mr. Rumpled."
He just grunted at me in reply and returned to his chair up on a little platform at the front of the class. "Kitten, are you alright?" Max asked, placing a hand lightly on my back.
You know how I said the 6th member of our cupboard room wasn't there. Well here he is. Max Tate, son of Judy Tate, a young, rich, successful lady who works as a scientist for Voltaire. Don't ask who he is, I don't want to say unless it is down right important.
Max is not a snob at all, even though people from town think that if you go to a rich school you are. Well he is the proof that not all of us are.
He's a causal, laid back, wild skater, who has the most capturing light blue eyes, with the messiest light blonde hair. He wears his school uniform in an untidy fashion and never brushes his hair. But apart from that he is the most understanding of all my friends. He knows when I'm down and knows exactly what to say to get me out of my sorrow.
"Nothings wrong Max, it's nothing."
He raised a light blonde eyebrow before his mouth set in a frown.
"There's something wrong and I would like you to tell me. I'm not letting you go until you tell me," he said again before grabbing my wrist.
I frowned and looked at him.
"Nothing is wrong. I promise Maxi, nothing is wrong."
Max didn't look convinced at all. Am I a bad liar? Am I that easy to read?
"Is there something you would like to share with the class, Ms. Jefferson, Mr. Tate?"
"No sir."
Max and I replied simultaneously before returning to our workbooks. Max sending me side-glances as I tried to focus on the work, he knew something was up.
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I sat down under an old oak tree, my spot of peace if I wanted to be alone. I had been coming and eating here more often, since the day I got out of hospital.
A snap of a twig made me turn around. What I saw made me want to leave. Tala stood there looking at me, the pain that was now always there, visible in his eyes.
"Hey," he began.
"Tala, I have nothing to say to you and I don't want to listen to you."
Maybe he didn't hear me or just chose to ignore me, but he walked up and sat down in front of me.
"I heard from people that you're not looking well and is behaving oddly."
I'm I really that obvious? And those people must be just Mariah! God she's such a gossiper.
"I'm fine, but i feel sick when your around," I hissed turning my head away so I couldn't see his facial expression, which I knew would hurt me more.
There was a sad sigh before a shuffle of leaves and snapping of twigs told me he had left. My heart sunk lower in my chest if it could.
I was breaking my best friend's heart by not talking to him. But it's not like he didn't deserve it, May and Bryan are two objects that were close to me and he took them away. I can't just forgive him so easily.... Or can I?
I clutched my head. Thoughts, feelings begun whizzing through my head at full speed, my body couldn't take this. I stumbled onto my feet and quickly dashed towards the restrooms. My stomach didn't feel so good.
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Friday night came like a bad toothache, painful and sudden. I'm stuck in a fancy convention type thing, which requires a dress and designable gear. Oh how I could hurl! These things are so boring and are a sociable occasion. I'm NOT sociable!
Well, I'm stuck in a black boob tube top and a long black skirt that flows down to my ankles. It's basically black. Apart from the red glass beads, running diagonally across from one corner of the top and continues to run diagonally around the dress. My hair has been straightened, yet flicked upwards just at the bottom, framing my black mascara attacked hazel eyes. My eyelids have a light sprinkle of glitter over the top of them and my lips have been highlighted with a swipe of glossy red lip-gloss. Huge silver hoops are dangling from my poor ears, as a sliver diamond dog- encrusted chocker literally chokes me to death. My feet have been strapped to weapons that can truly cause bodily harm! They're a pair of black high heel going out shoes, which are seriously killing my feet.
So from what you can hear Grandma has made me go through the complete works. Apparently the Nonnigons, the richest family known to mankind and who also own half of every company in this continent, are here. So of cause I have to dress to impress, even though I'm on strict grounds to be seen but not heard.
I rolled my eyes, getting up from the table of complaining, snobby, stuck up teens, which I had been forced to sit next to.
I needed air! Their imported, expensive perfume and cologne is suffocating me.
Coughing I made my way over to the balcony doors, stepping out onto the nice little balcony, which is only five metres of the ground. It over looks a nice little garden with a pound basically just under the balcony railing. This nice huge mansion, that this fucked up convention was being held at, is owned by one of grandad's friends.
My eyes wondered up to the nice midnight clear sky. The full moon shone down on my fragile, small body. The stars twinkled with joy. I rolled my eyes; joy was one thing I didn't need. I slowly turned around.
What I was faced with just made me cringe.
"Hello Kate" they both said in their usual fake friendly tones.
Their evil smiles just told me once again that they were up to something, which would end up with me in a painful or embarrassing situation.
"Hello Tarlia, Liz."
To posh bitches, who usually get away with anything 'cause everyone thinks their angels. They're just bad girls that don't get caught.
Tarlia has long straight brunette hair that goes to her shoulder blades. She has a straight cut fringe, which ends just above her eyebrows. I laughed at her once 'cause her hair cut just doesn't suite her. Her light brown eyes always seem to stare at me with mischief.
Liz is about the same height, with shoulder blade long black hair, cut in the same style. She has the lightest blue eyes I've ever seen. But I don't like looking into them because they always seem to be glaring daggers at me.
I don't see what their problem with me is. I mean they have the perfect bodies and looks to die for and outfits that always seem to be handmade.
I can't be much of a threat, ok so everyone says I can sing like a superstar. But that doesn't give them a right to pick on me every time, when were at one of these conventions.
Oh that's anther reason why I don't like these things, cause the deadly duo is always here, hot on my trail to cause my humiliation or pain.
I was snapped out of thought by the clinking of their heels on the concrete, as they walked over to me. But before I could realise what was going on I was hosted up onto the balcony railing.
"We think you need to cool off," was all they said with a little laugh before pushing me over the edge.
I screamed as I fell backwards. Bitches!
I awaited the sensation of hitting cold water, but instead I could feel arms catching me. The momentum of my body caused my catcher to fall backwards, ending up with me all over the top of them.
I cursed those bitches before realising the groan emitted from underneath me.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry."
I quickly scrambled off the person and stood up. I looked from were I was to the pound. I was one meter away from it. I would have missed it and hit the concrete head on, those damn dumb arse wipes, oh how I'm gonna......
I then remembered that someone had caught me. I spun around. I was faced with a spiky brown haired guy, who was sitting up, rubbing the back of his head. A tiny frown on his face, as he looked at his position on the floor.
"Oh I'm so sorry," I said once again, as I knelt down next to him, at the same time being careful not to rip my pricey dress.
Suddenly his expression changed into a smile as he looked up at me.
"No need to apologise. I'm quite happy, 'cause it ain't every day a pretty girl falls into your arms."
He slowly got up and then I was able to get a better look at him.
He was at least 185 centimetres tall, about a head and a half-taller then me. His hair was a dark brown. It was short and set in messy spikes. He had the most original capturing eyes I've ever seen. He had light green around his pupils, but it followed out into a dark forest green at the rims.
From what was on show he had quite muscular but toned arms and his skin was tanned. His hands were resting in his baggy denim jeans and his, I guessed, well-toned stomach and nice chest was hidden under a black shirt. This was undone at the collar and was worn very causally. He seemed completely out of place at such a posh convention.
I was bort out of my trance by his smooth voice.
"So does my fallen angel have a name?"
"Kate."
Was my quick reply, he just smiled.
"Kate, what a nice name, mines Bret."
He had a cute name.
"So how did you end up in my arms anyway?"
I frowned and ran over what those two hoes had tried to do and if Bret hadn't caught me I would have died.
"I was pushed by to evil cows," I hissed.
He chuckled to himself as I covered my mouth. I've been told strictly to use no such language around others unless I wanted a scalding.
"Don't worry, you can use language around me, I don't give a shit. I'm out here anyway to escape the complete politeness and posh people inside."
I smiled and sat down next to him on the stone bench, which he had decided to rest on. He smiled and turned to me.
"I can't stand it, those people inside are so up themselves, but so are my parents."
I nodded knowingly.
"Yeah, I was out on the balcony so I could escape the complete dribble inside. That's before I ended up down here. Well thanks for saving me."
"No problemo, anyways if you hadn't been pushed by two cows. I wouldn't have anyone to talk to."
"Yeah, true," I laughed lightly.
"So what are you doing here? No offence, but you don't seem to be the type of person to be at these things," I asked, staring at him, in wonder.
"Yeah, I ask myself the same question some times. But it's always the same answer, I'm forced to. My parents are very important people, so I always have to go to anything they go to. Which I must say is a lot. It's really boring and so damn long, so why are you here?"
"Basically the same reason, through it's my grandparents who are important and it sounds like I go to less functions and occasions then you do. It must suck arse, meaning like having to go out all the time, how do you cope with school work and shit."
He laughed lightly and looked up at the sky.
"I balance everything out; I think I'm doing quite well. I go to St Christ College and they understand what I have to do, so my homework load is a little lighter, but not that much. Also my parents allow me to throw parties and go out when ever I please, which makes up for most of it."
I smiled at him.
"At least you have that. I don't have anything like that and because my parents died I only have my grandparents and they hate me."
He turned to me and frowned.
"I'm sorry. Ya grandparents don't sound that nice. Who are they?"
"Oh I would say Mr. and Mrs. Shit for brains, but that ain't tha true names. They're really called Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson."
Bret laughed at the beginning but frowned when I told him who my grandparents were.
"So you are the grandchild of the Jefferson. I've heard something's about you, you're quite a rebel."
He smiled as I replied.
"I try to be, when I can."
I smiled back and then we both cracked up laughing.
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We sat out in the courtyard for hours. Talking about our hobbies, life style, schools, friends. I found out he plays basketball for a team at a sports centre and that he sings and plays a guitar in a band. I was quite shocked, I never knew that there was anyone in such a convention or in the poshie posh population that was, what you say.... Normal!
I cracked up laughing as he told me about his friend who had tried out for his driver's licence and failed terribly. When driving his friend asked the instructor which way to go around the round a bout and the instructor said straight ahead. His friend literally drove straight over the round a bout.
"He's seriously draft, I think he's tried for it 20 times and failed every time. But he's got it now."
"How could he get it if he's done so bad the last few times?"
"Personally I think his Dad rang up and talked the them, so all he did was walk through the doors and he got it. I hold onto the seat for dear life when he's driving."
I laughed lightly.
"I would like to meet ya friend, while he's not driving."
Bret laughed and shook his head, mostly to himself, before smiling brightly.
"I think he would love to meet you. The guys and I are hanging out at Draggers tomorrow, so I would love it if ya came around and hanged wid us."
He winked, which caused me to laugh.
"Yeah alright, I'll see. I don't think I have any plans."
Suddenly I heard the doors to the yard open and shoes scrap the pavement. A gentleman dressed in a black suite walked up to us, immediately Bret and I stood.
"Master Nonnigon, your parents seek your presence right away."
My heart stopped and my breathe court in my throat. All this time I had been talking to the Nonagon's son. Why didn't he tell me? I just stood there, shock consuming me. He was a Nonagon. Oh how much shit am I going to be in if my Grandparents find out?!?
"Ok, well it was nice to meet you Kate. I hope I see you tomorrow."
Bret bowed slightly and took my hand and pressed his soft lips lightly on my knuckles for a light kiss goodbye.
"Ye..eah, nice to meet you to." I stammered.
He smiled lightly before leading the other guy inside.
I stood there for sometime. My thoughts running over what he was like and how he was nothing like a Nonagon was expected to be like and also how deep in shit I would be in if my Grandparents found out.
They don't like me mingling with higher class or guys in higher classes. Oh no, it was wrong and it would shame our family and shame the other guys more.
I can't go to Draggers tomorrow what if my grandparents find out, but if I don't go and be rude as it was an invite. Or just a suggestion, but anyway if I don't turn up then it might give my Grandad a bad name and then he will find out and he would hurt me for not going.
WHY IS LIFE SUCH A PAIN!
I clutched my head in frustration. I started to feel sick again, my body started to feel weak. I opened my eyes just as my surrounds started to whiz, suddenly everything went black.......
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Wide open space,
Between the trees and me,
Emptiness and decisions,
Feeling hard to define,
Coldness seeps it's way in,
I am falling deeper,
Into what I fear most,
As I reach out,
There is nothing there,
As possible there was something once,
Only to be gone,
The sun drops,
The last inch of light falls,
The squirrels more likely to be huddled up,
But not me,
Something I never possessed,
The sun has gone,
Darkness spreads its wings over me,
I see nothing so no one sees me,
Feeling of bitterness only,
An owl peers down,
With question in her eyes,
She doesn't have a hope,
In helping me,
As she doesn't see my pain,
Spreads her wings,
Passes me by,
The soft earth,
Seems the only thing holding me up,
Even then I can slip,
And wondering takes me,
To why and how I got here,
Without even knowing it,
Yet no one notices,
As they didn't see before,
Shimmering in the darkness,
I see two moons,
Reflecting off a stream of thoughts,
Ongoing forever more,
Along a rocky road,
Slowly giving in to finding a way out,
I take a plunge under the river,
Then the wind carries a whisper,
Gently on the breeze,
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