Hey all! This is a new long-fic for GONE! It's all about the random kids in the entire FAYZ, doing what they do. Whether it's drugs, alcohol, working, chilling, suffering froma disease, dying, living, whatever, I'm writing their story. None of the characters that I will write about are in the story, nor do they exist in the GONE world. Just my own little imagination.
Each chapter is dedicated to each kid. At the end, I will write what had happened to them, whether it's their death, their breakthroughs, or their breakdowns.
Enjoy! I'd like to dedicate this to all my friends on fanfiction and otherwise. ^^ I love you all, and hope you enjoy all the hugs and chocolates that come your way.
Lorraine Puckett
Lorraine Puckett woke up with a pounding headache. Her body was clammy, warm. Her breath was stale and her mouth tasting foul. She moaned, rolling over and closing her eyes, though it was past twelve in the noon. Opening one lid and through the blur, Lorraine read the analog clock's blinking red lines: 1:23.
Heh, 1-2-3.
She laughed with a laugh not her own. Slurred, almost strained.
She was in her room, in her old house. The real one, not the houses kids lived in just to live in. Her house before the FAYZ. Her room. Pink curtains closed off sunlight from her windows and pictures of her friends decorated the walls. But now that her parents were gone, and her little brother was spending his time with Mother Mary and his fellow prees, the house seemed less homey. Lorraine really didn't care.
Lorraine groaned as a second pain grew sharper and sharper in her temples. Her hands brushed over them, shaky and uncontrolled, and tried to massage the throbbing away. "What a night…" She mused to herself, her voice cracking.
Licking her chapped lips, she lifted the slight taste of alcohol. It was bitter and hot, liquid fire for a hot girl. That's what those boys had called her: hot. And fire fights fire.
Lorraine laughed again, her mouth curling up to one side. This hot girl was losing.
She knew she didn't quite look attractive at this time, after the night she had. Her hair was probably disheveled, her make-up smeared, and her clothes wrinkled. She croaked a cackle. "Who cares?" She asked herself.
Her mind blurred a moment as she just lay on her bed, reveling in her hangover. That is, until her headache came pounding back. "O-Ohhh…" Lorraine moaned. "Coooffeee…"
She rolled out of her bed, falling once, and then leaning on her bedpost to get back up. Stumbling down the stairs, she made her way to the kitchen. Crumbs littered the floor, and as she stepped on them, she couldn't help but say aloud, "Do it later…"
Force of habit.
Her hands were slow as she poured the water in the coffee maker, then the ground coffee beans, and turned it on. The little red light shone and she giggled to herself. "Coffeeee…" She slurred.
Lorraine had once been totally average. She had dirty blonde hair, long and straight. Her face was kind of pretty, high-ish cheekbones and almost full lips. Lorraine was an okay student, and an even better athlete. She was very popular, and had many, many friends. Then, after her parents high-tailed it along with all the others, suddenly she wasn't so popular anymore.
Her friends hung with her that first day. They all huddled in the plaza with all the other kids. The next day in hell, her old guy friends started to notice them more. Lorraine liked it, and so did her friend Rochelle. But Lindsay and Courtnee bailed. They said it was too 'risk-kay'. Lorraine scoffed to herself. "What buzz-kills…"
Buzz-kills: Lindsay and Courtnee.
Lorraine chuckled with her slurred, alien voice. "Bet they couldn't hold a drink…"
But she could. She could actually hold a few. The most she drank in one night was probably four glasses. Vodka. That's what they gave her. Monty gave Lorraine her first drink ever. She didn't really want it, but after one sip, god, how they looked at her. As though she was so brave, she was so sexy. They all called her hot after that. Hot girl drinks hot shots. Lorraine liked it.
Her parents would be so disappointed, but did they live in this hell hole? No.
Did they wake up as a twelve year-old and with a crying baby brother? No.
The sound of the coffee machine going off made Lorraine cringe. BEEEEEEEEEEMP.
Lorraine moaned and then, as though bi-polar, cackled, "Hehehe… beeemp…"
Everything was just so funny this morning.
She poured herself a cup of the bitter brew. Lorraine took a sip and found it sweeter than her usual fiery beverage. She inhaled the cup within seconds.
Mmmm… fiery. Fire fights fire.
Ugh, burned tongue. Round one lost.
Plenty time tonight.
Lorraine chuckled to herself again and began to pour another cup. She jumped, winced, and cursed under her breath all at the same time as the doorbell rang loudly. "Too louddd…" Lorraine complained, putting her cup down and shuffling to the front door.
She remembered the night before, vaguely. Drink after drink. Sloppy kisses, hot but with no passion, but good enough. Good enough. Monty was a good kisser, better after two shots, but a little sloppy after three. Joe was okay, but he liked to 'roam' after a while. Perv. Last night, she remembered Joe's hands wandering her belly, under her shirt. Too close… too close… She shivered, and recalled finally telling him to stop. Thank God he obliged. She recalled stumbling home, leaving. Cold. Fire in her throat and thick in her stench.
Lorraine opened the door to find Sam Temple at her doorstep.
Now he… was cute.
Now he… could probably kiss.
The sunlight burned her eyes. She winced and shielded her vision. "Sammm…?"
"Hey Lorraine." He said, his voice tight. "I'm going to have to ask you to go to the plaza."
She moaned. "Now? Whyyy…?"
"Just do it." He said, rolling his eyes. He smelled the rancid reek of liquid fire. "I don't have time to explain. Just go."
Her insides flared. Sam probably had such great abs… She wondered if he could kiss even better than Monty. "Yeahhh, yeahhh…" She giggled. She gave him a good look down. "Whattt woulddd you do to makeee me?" Her giggle got higher as Sam sighed.
"Lorraine?" She looked at him expectantly. "Just. Go."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatevvvv…"
Sam gave her a nod and then moved on, to the next house and to the next, ordering kids to go to the plaza. Lorraine walked outside, shuffling to the plaza in her wrinkled clothes from the day before. Her hair disheveled, her breath stale, and her belly full of fire, Lorraine marched like all the others to the plaza.
Even with the fire blurring her mind and alcohol running through her veins, Lorraine got a gut feeling that she shouldn't go to the plaza with the others.
Not for all the kisses or drinks in the world.
But, with no mind at all, she did.
*Lorraine Puckett died that late afternoon, after being attacked by three coyotes and loss of blood. Her brother was too young to remember her name.*
Miss Rouge Apple~ Ah, poor Lorraine... I know I ended this all sad-like... This was just before the big battle before Thanksgiving, in GONE.
But, if you want me to keep writing more, please review and say so! I hope to continue these! And remember, I CAN write happy endings! PROMISE! You should all know me by now ^^
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