Finally, I thought, as I dropped my bag in the kitchen. Picking out all of the day's homework, I piled each in matter of importance, to be done later on. In one day, I had received two assignments and almost ten pages full of math problems. Deciding that the homework could wait, a quick trip to the supermarket was in order to buy the weekly supply of groceries. The supermarket was pretty quiet when I arrived. Rushing around the aisles, I quickly gathered what I need and set home as soon as I could, however something stopped me in my tracks when I got back to my little 1995 Barina Swing. Under the windscreen wipers was an envelope addressed to me. Placing the groceries into the back seat, I shook my fiery red curls away from my face and lifted the envelope from under the wipers. Chucking it onto the passenger seat in front, I decided to open it when I got home, with all my other mysterious mail I received in my letterbox earlier that afternoon.
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With the groceries packed neatly into the fridge and cupboard, I sat down and started up my laptop. As it was very slow loading, my mind turned back to my mail. Opening every single one, briefly looking of the contents, I physically felt sick. Not only was all the letters almost identical, but they were also letter upon letter of hate mail, all of which ended in hope that I would die soon. Hot, salty tears rolled down my porcelain white cheeks. Why the hell would anyone do this? The laptop finally loaded, and with it the internet quickly came to life. My email had quickly been filled with more hate mail, so with one quick swipe deleted the whole batch. Mentally jotting down the fact that it will soon blow over I checked Facebook before I would do my homework. To my dismay, almost everyone on my friends list had deleted and blocked me. Unfortunately I pressed a link to a blog site that I thought had something to do with a history project that someone in my class was doing, but I was sadly mistaken. A whole blog had been dedicated to me, but in a horrible way. I clicked on the most recent posts and began the torturous read.
Missy1276 says: Amelia Riggs, what a snob. Think that she's got problem. I think the world would be better off without her!
Bobbycalf539 says: So true, so true! She gets out of class to see a "counsellor". What a load of bull! She probably is an absolute faker and big fat liar, if you know what I mean.
RedDev666 says: Amelia is so up herself, I hear that she's not even who she says she is. Her whole life is a big lie.
Who do they think they are?! How dare they say that I'm a liar? What would they do if a horrible accident happened to them, how would they feel? I continued to look down the page.
Hippyhippo905 says: You know that Amelia is a person. A sick and sadistic person, that is!
Renojumps268 says: Hippyhippo you are so right! I hope she jump of a bridge and dies!
RedDev666 says: Why can't we just push her, then we don't have to wait? Hehehehe. ;)
I had had enough! Quickly shutting the laptop down, I ran into my bedroom crying so hard that I thought the tears would never cease.
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Staring into the darkening abyss, two men turned from their haunting looks of deception, to looks of fear. They were running from me, yelling and screaming in silence. I found myself in a car, driving down a long dusty track. Mum and Dad were in the front seats chatting away about the current political climate and what would happen if the current government were elected for another term. A man stood in the middle of the road, not daring to budge from his position. Except it wasn't a man, more like an alien from outer space. It had eel-like head and the body of a man. Still driving pretty fast, dad hadn't notice this strange creature in the middle of the track. I screamed as we collided into the creature. Dad noticed and swerved crashing into a lone red river gum tree standing in the space of a few kilometres. Everything went black as my breath slowly died down into nothing.
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My eyes flickered open, alarm clock displaying 9:42pm. Beads of sweat streamed across my forehead. This dream seemed like a vague memory, a memory of the unfortunate car accident. But I don't remember seeing two men run away like that. Shaking my head, the beckoning of the cool water seemed like a good idea. It always worked to calm me down, usually. This time the water felt horrid, the mirror showed my red curls tousled and clinging to the sides of my porcelain white face. My eyes were the shade of emerald green, and soft pink lips were the shade of the pretty carnation flowers that reminded me of grandma. They were her favourite flowers. I walked out to the kitchen and re-opened my laptop. The blog site was still active on my screen, but was quickly shut down with a couple of mad bashings of the Escape key. This is ridiculous! What have I done to deserve all this hate? I went back to bed without eating, but there was no way I would be getting any sleep any time soon.
