I'm in no good in writing and in ENGLISH but after reading some of the books, it kinda inspired me to write my own... So now, I'm scribbling my own story without even thinking of what the story will be and how will I start this...
Chapter 1:
"YOU BITCH! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I sit down on the couch gasping for air.
Well, that's what I always say everytime I found my sister inside my so called "SANCTUARY" (that will be my room, of course...). Who would want a sister who is very annoying, good for nothing, self-centered bitch like her? Not exactly like that. I kinda over reacted that since I'm really mad at her after seeing her use all my stuff. I do love her a bit (she is my sister even if I don’t want to sometimes), but it is clear to everyone that my room is OFF LIMITS especially to her.
Megan is my older sister. She is fucking goddess of beauty. Everyone in school is worshiping her. 'Like for heaven's sake, she is just normal like all of us do', that is how I exactly scream to my head everytime I see people (most of it are boys) drooling and worshiping her. Well, not exactly normal, she is damn pretty, kind to OTHERS, sexy, intelligent, cheer leader, president of the school and did I mention pretty? I admt she really is almost perfect. She never fails to amuse everyone specially our parents that is why I hated her so much. Not hate-hate kinda way. A jealous would be a better word for it. Right!
"I'm so sorry, I really need to borrow your bag just for a day. I'll return it to you tonight." she screams at her shoulder as she runs to the door to go to school. "I know you won't allow me to borrow it so I took it without your permission. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I'm so sorry again". Then she disappeared before I could run and snatch it to her shoulder. 'She always say that. I really hate her!'.
"Aren't you going to change into your PROPER CLOTHES before heading out?" asked my mom with a slight grin on her face. I tilt my head not knowing what the hell is she talking about. I looked at myself with a towel wrapped around my body. I turn red and immediately closing the door seeing the reaction of the people passing by. I totally forgot that I just showered. How stupid can I be not knowing it? Really stupid!
So, I went upstairs and change into something comfortable. I don't mind wearing anything as long as it is comfortable. I know that whatever I wear, I'll be totally stunning. 'Yeah right! Dream on!', I thought. My mind won't agree to the fact that I feel beautiful. Dammit! How hard can it be for me to force my inner self that I'm drop dead gorgeous?
I looked at my watch. "Shit! I'm gonna be late!" I run down the stairs like I'm an athlete ready to snatch my prize as the champion. "Bye mom!" in a hurried voice.
As what I have expected, I'm late and got scolded again by Mr. Wilson. What's new? I got used to it.
"Ms. Anne Parker, I will be praying that one day, just one day, you won't even be late in my class! If that day happens, I will surely be giving all of you an easy quiz in mathematics.” he said without even blinking at me.
Mr. Wilson is really an intelligent man. He is handsome. Okay, he is hot! He is really good in his teaching. He might even have no love life for giving so much dedication to it. I pity him for that. He always gives us exams after exams after exams that made us all think, 'what the fuckin' hell is this?' As we all ended up having an F at almost all exams and I'm not proud of it.
"Really?" I asked in amusement.
"Yes! I will do that IF that time comes." stressing in the word IF.
I can do that, if my sister isn't an asshole for making me run every morning and playing tug of war with her pretty little fingers. I sit down and began to write everything that he is discussing.
Thank God the bell rang. I felt like I've been sitting for ages. I stand up and stretch my arms up. "That feels good."
"I bet you can't" a teasing voice came from my back. I turn around and see Claire smirking at me.
"I bet I can!" answering her with disbelief. Of all people, I can't believe it. She is my best friend since we are babies.
"Fine! I'll wait for that day". she said with slight smile. "So, how is he?"
I look away from her. "Not good."
"I'm so sorry." showing me her apologetic face like she always do. "Anyways, let's go to the gym or we'll be late."Grabbing my wrist without waiting for my reply.
She is someone I can all as a real sister. She is always there for me. Supporting me, loving me and understanding me. She is all I need.
It's my turn to play volleyball. I'm in no good at any sports. My heart is beating fast. Like it's going to destroy my rib cage. Oh please dear God! Help me! Thinking of things that might happen when I'm inside the court makes me look white as a snow and as cold as ice.
KRIIIIINNNGGGGG!!!!
"OH DEAR GOD THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH!" as I fell on my knees.
Claire was laughing so hard at me I could throw a ball to her face but I didn't. I don't have that much of energy after the thought of me inside that evil court.
"Instead of laughing, why don't you help me stand up?" I said in a not-so-very-nice tone to her.
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As we headed to our usual lunch table, I saw some girls giggling over something.
"What was that all about?" Claire gave me a very confused face.
"Dunno and not planning to know." ignoring those pathetic girls.
"What is our plan this coming weekend?" she asked excitedly. "Movie? Shopping? Swimming?"
I gave her a straight face. "I don't think so. I want to rest. I want to be in my sanctuary alone. I need some thinking."
"As if you are thinking!" she laughed.
I throw a fist on her. "Shut up!"
"So movie it is!" she said.
I know I won't win even if told her I want to have a peaceful weekend knowing her to be so persistent. As we head to our next subject (we have the same subject for the whole semester, just so you know.), I saw a pile of girls in our room. Like there are some cheap items to be bought in there or an artist sitting inside our room. As if it's gonna happen.
As we approach our room, curiosity got me. “Who the hell are they peeking in to?” I asked Claire.
“Maybe Adam Levine is in our class”, pointing to someone sitting infront of our classroom. “I think he is the new guy everyone is talking about.”
He has a nice hair and a broad shoulder. He looks like he is tall. I can see his muscle but that’s it. Nothing special.
I shrug and sit down to my ‘oh so far yet so comfortable chair’ at the back of the room.
As Ms. Taylor came in our room, “You look like you got everyone’s attention Mr. Harris?”
I looked at him. Why is it that his name rings a bell?
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I’ll leave you with that. I hope you liked it. I’ll be writing again SOON…and when I say SOON, I really don’t know when will it be. ;-P
I’ll keep you posted.
XOXO
