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Hi, my name is Cheyanne
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 | Twisted Light -Prologe- |
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| Created: 2009-04-18 13:09:25 |
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OMG. I wanted to do a cliffy but it might be REALLY Short... Idk. So what I`ll do is post it, if it doesn`t work than I`ll add on. Kay?
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I didn't know exactly how to start this so if it sucks I'm sorry!!!
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I didn't want to go, And if my mother hadn't gotten my aunt to take me, I would have gotten out. Where am I going your probably asking yourself in your mind. No I'm not going to stay at some run down aunts house or anything. No I get to stay home alone. The dreadful place I am going, is group. Not anything for worshiping god or anything. Not even a fashion group. The place I'm going to is Anorexic Help Group. Because my mother believes I am "Anorexic" which I'm not. I just don’t eat as much as I should.
As I introduce myself I'll have you know, that I as we speak, I am driving to this horrid group. Not I is driving, my Aunt Jillian, is driving.
Anyways, my names Cheyanne Anne Stone. I'm fifteen turning sixteen in a few days. I'm lonely, depressed, and extremely emotional. I think I'll tell my story now.
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I slammed the door to my aunts minivan in frustration at how stupid she and my mother were being.
She rolled down the window and yelled over the engine of up coming traffic, "Have fun, I'll be back at eight to pick you up."
I pushed my bleach blonde hair away from my face. It was August here, and extremely windy.
"Yeah. You go in there for me and THEN tell me to have a good time." I replied coldly walking away.
As walked down the brick pathway, I took a good hard look at the building. It was sort of run down, there were stones crumbling from random spots, and a good amount of windows were shattered. The door was a floral pink, but over half of it was rusted. I walked up to the door cautiously. As I pulled it open, it made a squeaking noise. I walked in.
Indoors was just as bad as the outside. maybe worse. The paint that was half covering the walls was a sickly colour yellow.
I walked up to a old, faded, wooden reception desk. Sitting in the old spiralling chair, was a women in her mid thirties.
"May I help you?" She snarled madly at me.
"um... I'm here for group..." I replied shyly.
"Oh sorry, we get lots of tourists in here so I just snarl a lot.. room 309." She replied
"Okay..." i whispered intimidated.
I traveled down a long hallway. 307, 308, 309. It had a chipped blue door. Hesitantly, I knocked.
"Your early." a familiar voice came from somewhere behind the door "But come in."
I slowly opened the door. Terrified at who stood on the other side.
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If its to short on the first post I`ll delete it and re due it... kay? |
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