A Collection of Short/Long Stories I've Written;

Becoming Ronnie: 1.

 BECOMING ROONIE, written in 2011, thought up of at work. (In my eyes, I don't partic like it, but I hope you do.)

                                                               As a not so fortunate student at Abraham Lincoln High School, Veronica Harris doesn't enjoy school. Mainly because of the teasing and bullying, really. So when her sister, the head-cheerleader and most popular girl at school, Demetria, or Demi, wants to help, Veronica doesn't stop her. She'd rather be popular, and not be teased than spend time alone, playing the piano, or spending time with her mother going to church or posh resturants.

Because, after having been put through enough, and getting fed up with it all, Veronica doesn't feel herself, and longs to be someone like Demi, she creates a second chance, an alter-ego, and Veronica learns how to become half of herself and half of Demi, with help Veronica's becoming Ronnie.

Even sometimes, though, when people change, they start to miss who they used to be. That, or sometimes large, significant things happen and you remember everything you've really got to loose - you usually end up bringing it back to reminding yourself that it's you you really lost in the first place.

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                                      “Veronica!” My mother, Audrey, shouted.

I clipped a butterfly into the side of my head and sighed, “Coming mother.”

“Demetria!” My mother shouted again, this time to my sister.

“I’m coming!” My sister shouted.

I looked at myself in the mirror that opened out in three ways, and crinkled up my nose. I looked nice, I couldn’t deny it, but lately, it didn’t look like me.

I wore a pink cottoned cardigan, a pair of grey trousers and my brown hair was brushed back into a ponytail, with the decoration of the butterfly.

I placed my great-grandmother’s ring on my finger – it was superb, real gold with a large Ruby stone – smoothed out my clothes and headed out of my bedroom.

“Cinnamon latte, Veronica,” My mother said, placing the drink on the Island counter in front of me.

I nodded gratefully and took a sip, before slipping into a seat.

Just as I was about to slice open a grapefruit, I heard my sister walk down the stairs.

My mother sighed as she listened to the ‘clip, clop’ sound of Demi’s heels.

“Have we got any bagels?” She asked once she reached the kitchen.

“No,” my mother snapped. “We don’t.”

“Okay,” My sister replied, rolling her eyes.

“I suggest you go up and change, Demetria.”

“Calm down, Audrey, no need to get worked up because I look gorgeous!”

I drew out a breath, my sister had guts.

My mother closed her eyes for a moment before inhaling and exhaling quickly. “I wish you were more like your sister, Veronica.” She muttered as Demi snorted.

“Drop your sister to school.” My mom snapped.

My sister looked at me sympathetically, which could only mean that she’d promised Poppy, her best-friend and my number one bully, a lift to school.

“Fine,” she replied. “Let me make my low-fat caramel latte with chocolate sprinkles.”

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“What’s she doing here?”  Poppy asked, rolling her eyes as she got into the front seat of the Mercedes convertible.

“I have to drive her to school today; Donnie took her car and crashed it.” My sister replied.

Donnie, Demi’s best-guy-friend didn’t take my car, he stole it, and drove right into a lamp-post due to too much alcohol – idiot.

“I see,” Poppy replied, as she pulled down the mirror to re-apply her lip-gloss. “I suppose it’s okay, this time.”

I ignored the comment, seen so it didn’t even come from my sister, and this was my sister’s car, and watched out as we drove away from the block Poppy lived on.

“Oh sweetie,” Poppy said in a ‘cute’ voice. “Can we stop at Starbucks?”

“Sure.”

You’d think it would be a few miles before we even came close to a coffee shop, but within two minutes my sister had parked the car and was getting out.

I followed behind like a lost puppy and slumped onto the chair as they went up to order.

Poppy started flirting with the young man that was behind them in the queue when my sister walked over.

“Hey, Veronica, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I replied.

My sister studied her acrylic nails for a moment, before looking back to me.

“Firstly, for Donnie taking your car, and also for Poppy, I know she’s not the nicest of people, but she’s my friend.”

“I know,” I replied. “It’s not your fault.”

“What?” My sister asked, as if I’d just changed the topic and she was confused.

“It’s not your fault that you’re beautiful and popular, you’re bound to have a few bitchy friends.”

Demi rolled her eyes, “Honey, you’re beautiful too.”

No I’m not, I thought, and I’m not popular.

“Demi!” Poppy relied, “Come on sugar, we’re leaving.”

“Coming.”

“Hurry up, loser!” Poppy shouted. By the time I’d gotten out of the chair in Starbucks poppy had already reached the car. “I don’t want to be late.”

I sighed and quickly trudged towards the car and when I looked up my sister gave me the same look she gave me at breakfast, this morning.

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I know, slap my hand, another story. But this one is just for a bit of fun ;D