A Teaspoon Of Stardust

1) Creative Writing

This is the first chapter of MMATCT, hope you like!

Do you want to hear my story? Of course, you're probably curious now that I asked. Mine is an unlikely one. It's about a girl, and a boy. But mostly, it's about Revenge, and about love. In here, the two go hand in hand.

Both of them were from broken pasts, both used to have bright, wide eyes ready to take on the world with their tiny hands and inexperienced hearts. And that world would take it out on them; it was not kind and did not think twice about making the walls and foundation of their safety crumble in seconds.

What would happen, you ask? The hormonal girl falls for the teenage boy within the second she lays eyes on him and vice versa? Or maybe the girl is a complete nerd and the boy is a popular one who takes an interest in her and suddenly changes her ways? But my story is not a happy one. I did not know love.

You wanted to know my story, that's why you are here. I'm sorry if I disappointed you, but this won't be just another cliche love story to give you a temporary high. Mine has truth behind it. Although, to you, it will seem impossible. Preposterous. Ridiculous. Believe what you want, you came to me. What I will tell you is that my story is all too real.

The boy and the girl didn't always get along so easy, but as time (and this story) progressed, things will change and mistakes will be made. Their ancestors will decide their fate. That's another thing my story is based off of: fate (and the fact of, do you believe in it?). From a girl who doesn't even believe in real love, to a boy whose only way of coping was to believe that there's a reason for his suffering, this is my story.

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Knowing every other person your age would be peacefully sleeping for another hour was not the biggest motivation in the morning. Before I stepped out of our apartment door, I had to check on my mom to make sure all the noise I was making hadn't woken her up. I silently opened the door and heard snoring.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed over to the elevator, then pressed the button for the last floor. "There she goes in the atmosphere drops of Jupiter in her hair..." I sang the song in my head but only hummed it out loud. Staring at my beat up chucks, I made my way to the front desk.

"Only three today." Kevin yawned. Even old men shouldn't be up this early, I convinced myself. I nod to him and decide to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Today seemed to be going pretty simple and luckily I hadn't been forced to speak. Yet.

The supply closet creaks and moans with rust on its hinges that probably hadn't been coaxed into moving in decades. I gather all the things on the list Kevin gave me yesterday when I asked for this stupid job in the first place. Even with mom working double shifts all week we hardly had enough money for both the bills and food in the cupboards. It paid little but I figured this is the best I can do.

After completing the little odd jobs I'd been asked to do, I had to deliver packages. 3a. I read off the corner of a package that stuck out of my book bag. I shrug, not remembering who lives there. Considering I definitely wasn't in the mood for human contact at this time, I guessed nobody else in this God forsaken building was either. I knocked twice on the door signaling a delivery, then gently rested it on its size against the door. I did the same for the other two then stopped by the bathroom to check my makeup one last time before heading out.

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School was like a zoo, and I can say this with a completely straight face. Knowing that Rebecca probably wouldn't make it didn't help with my outlook on the day. I got her text this morning saying what she was out at a party too late last night and didn't get enough sleep. I didn't really think much of it because even though we'd been best friends since we were little she was moving up on the social hierarchy and frankly, I wasn't. My dark blonde hair was draped on either side of my face in an attempt to block out eye contact with these hormone raging monkeys. I did however glance my eyes up for moment just to look back down. Why had he seemed so familiar? Sure I saw these people every day but I felt like I knew that blonde, quiffed hair and glacier blue eyes from somewhere else. I blamed it on my lack of sleep, which I had already blamed on John Smith, my father. Those distant dreams became like clockwork, and yet every night feels like it is the first time. What's that? Oh, after my father left my mom changed our last name back to her maiden name, Murry. Besides, Scarlett Smith? Doesn't have a nice ring to it.