Well, I finally figured out how to get my story on the site again. Also, check out my other new story, Fortress. It's an Eragon/W.i.t.c.h. crossover. I figured I wouldn't keep you in suspense. Here it is, read and review!
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Chapter 5: I Hate New York
Cornelia carefully unfolded the note from around the treasure held inside. She pulled out a small slip of paper with his phone number on it, as well as the number for his room in the New York hotel. She held it to her heart, smiling and feeling as if her heart had just exploded. In a good way, of course. Then she looked at what was wrapped in the paper. It was the Ipod. Her smile got even wider.
Meanwhile, Caleb got off the train and found his way onto the bustling streets of New York. He was used to the high speed of the city, but it was always good to get away for a while. Fortunately, the hotel was not far from the train station, so he didn't have to walk for too long. His mind was far from the noise and hustle of the city, on a certain girl with long blonde hair and crystal eyes. But then, it happened.
Maybe if he had paid more attention to where he was going instead of daydreaming, it wouldn't have happened. Maybe, if he hadn't been so much in love, it wouldn't have happened. Maybe, if he'd just let in the sounds of the city, along with the frantically honking horn, instead of listening to her voice in his head, it might not of happened.
But he didn't.
Cornelia resumed staring out at the rapidly passing landscape when she got back to her seat. The Ipod music soothed her buzzing mind. But, just as they were reaching Boston, where her grandparents would pick her up, her heart gave a jolt, and she knew something terrible had happened.
A boy in the street. A taxi over his body. A frantic taxi driver. A 911 call. An ambulance rushing down the streets. Blood.
Heartbreak.
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YE-AH! It's finally getting exciting! Kind of. Anyway, I NEED reviews. They make me happy. Like the cookie dough from those Place-and-Bake cookies. So if you've ever had that DEE-licious kind of sweetness before, then you know how I need these reviews. This message was brought to you by the Hippie Association. Save the animals! And the trees! Peace! Thank you.
Also, check out my story Fortress.
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Me: Now, Which W.i.t.c.h. should Eragon like?
Eragon: I cannot believe you are going to make me fall in love with someone other than the TOTALLY HOT Arya!
Me: I shall make you fall in love with whoever I want, thank you! Maybe even Aldarn. Ha, ha!
Eragon: I am NOT gay! I am manly! I have a sword! See! (Pulls sword out.)
Saphira: Hey, Celest, could you maybe put in like, a hot dragon for me? Or if you don't want to, I could always eat you! (Grins evilly, revealing sharp dragon teeth.)
Me: Whatever.
(Aldarn walks in.) Aldarn: Hey, y'all. Wazzup! I just got a hip lingo guide from Caleb who got it from Martin!
(Caleb follows.) Caleb: Let's get down with our bad selves! Yeah!
Me: Honestly, sometimes I swear you are all spending too much time with Martin. Just read the story, people. Or else Saphira will eat you and I'll make Aldarn go homo along with one of the other dips here.
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SO, that's what's up in Celestial Dragon Rider-Land. (Wow, that's a mouthful!)