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Post by ` melodie destiny chapman on Jul 4, 2008 17:51:00 GMT 10
  
' what's wrong with me,
why do i feel like this?
[/b][/i] She'd never been here, and something told her it wasn't safe. As if something, or somebody, was watching her. But, she knew there wasn't. Nobody dared ever venture this far into the forest. and that was why she had 911 on speed dial. But, all precautions were normal for her in this, even travelling into this forest just seemed like an every day thing to her. As if being on the teeter-totter wasn't enough, especially if nobody was there to talk to on the other end. That's why she was here. Because nobody else was home.
However that stopped her at nothing. If she was determined, she was most likely going to keep going at it, 'til she got it. That's just how she was, however, with the sun beginning to set, she turned around. Sunsets were naturally beautiful, but here they were obscured by the constant pollution from god knows where. So, what caused her to turn around?
She'd heard a twig snap.
And there was no wood beneath her feet. Though, she constantly saw movement, it was probably because she nausiated, from having no food. But she didn't mind. She had to see what was back here. Though turning, she knew she felt a pair of eyes on her.
"Hello.....?"
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Post by Cole Walker on Jul 11, 2008 20:04:11 GMT 10
  Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice;
You've made it now [/color]
Well, isn’t this what he had hoped for? Finally, after a long day, there comes serenity. His glistening golden eyes eyed the forest, amused that there seemed to be no one. Footsteps echoed as he walked through the serenity, away from the lights and into the dark. Those footsteps softly pounding against the ground. His face was a mix of confusion and thoughtfulness, causing his eyebrows to join together, forming a hairy worm. The book, tucked in his arm was made of a thick cardboard, with flimsy, flappy pages, as his strides grew longer, and further into the clearing, he could feel the chill of the wind, slowly tickling his neck, as he walked towards one of the toadstools, shadowed by orange-canopied trees. His eyes never did fail to notice the quirky cricket sound.
He scratched his chin absent-mindedly, as his fingers gripped onto the book, as he flipped it open. Those words, it amused him, as much as how there are far too much new comers in the school. He bit his lip, thinking instead of reading, as he frowned, in a thinking way. Well, he did notice much of these people seemed to know each other, it was as if there was some sort of meeting place in Edgwater High. Was he being his superstitious self, or was it just a coincidence? Well, he had tried conversing it with people like his sister, but she had declared him, the world’s favourite ‘nutter’. Ah. There went his first ‘fan’.
Some others, thought him weird, but he was not going to back away just because of what some said, he had brought himself up, in a way that he would not take any offence against anything. Patience was his virtue, Philosophy was his life. Being a nutter, was- well, was just one of the name callings which somewhat made him lose confidence, but being him, it was a different story altogether, complicated structures. Studies of life, it was just like he was destined to be that way.
”Hello?
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Post by ` melodie destiny chapman on Jul 16, 2008 6:37:18 GMT 10
' what's wrong with me,
why do i feel like this?
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"Whose there?
The sound of another voice shocked her out of being nausiated, and more on alert. Then again, if it was somebody trying to hurt her, then, they probably wouldn't have answered back. Law and Order, and CSI had proved that a long time ago. Plus, it wasn't dark yet. Not to mention the sound in this place would probably travel for hours. She looked down at her cellphone.
No bars.
Well, duh, Aleera. You're in the middle of the d**n woods. Why would you have any bars?" the words rang through her head. Oh well.
If she dialed '911' they'd still receive the signal. And would be able to come and find her. Wasn't technology amazing these days? "Common, show yourself." her voice rang out once more. She could tell by the voice that it was a male, maybe a little older than herself?
She didn't know. But, his voice was deep. And, that was the easiest way she could tell. "Please, don't let him have a gun, or something of the sort." she told herself, constantly.
ooc ; nu, sorry, but, i have no muse whatsoever,
mine is shorter XP
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