Hey everyone... I just wrote this Chappy on my phone so I apologize in advance for the typos... I know the other chapters still need editing... but I'm damn lazy so serey bout that... Haha!
[I'm planning to change the Title of this story... Hmmm The Deliquents and a Hopeless Writer... WHat do you think? Share your thoughts, thanks!]
Here is my early update... Enjoy reading...
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The whole school was talking about the incident in the cafeteria until the end of the classes. Everyone was still curios about what happened to Norman and Billy. Everyone was also amazed of what I did to Billy; that’s what my two best friends told me after our last period.
I didn’t actually care about what the students think about us. What Billy did to Norman made almost everyone to be mad at him. But I know the four guys better than them. They don’t know the whole story.
I snapped back to my senses when I heard some knocks on my door. I was just sitting on the couch while waiting for the four to arrive so we could start our tutorial again.
I stood up and opened the door. I flashed a smile at them then they all barged in. I always use the word barge in because they never been gentle every time they come inside my apartment. But I’m used to it so it doesn’t matter for me anymore.
I closed the door and sat on the floor facing the four who were already sitting on my couch like a pensioners. They were sitting in this arrangement; Clark, Jack, Austin then Billy.
“Since we’re done with the story by Mona Gardner, we will now move on to the sonnet Miss Galvez asked us to read.” I took the copy of the sonnet in front of me and showed it to them, “This is a sonnet by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow entitled The Cross of Snow.”
“What’s a sonnet?” Jack asked as he took the paper from my hand.
“A sonnet is actually a type of literary piece; a poem to be exact that has fourteen lines. The twelve lines are actually the lines for the problem of the persona while the two last lines are the conclusion or solution of the problem.” I explained.
“Shakespeare is also famous in writing sonnets, right?” Austin asked in crossed arms.
I nodded, “There are two types of sonnets; Shakespearean and Italian sonnet. The sonnet we will talk about is th—.“ before I could continue what I was about to say, the electricity went off.
“Great!” I heard Clark exclaimed, “The electricity is really b*llshit.” He cussed.
I could hear the four of them complained about the sudden loss of electricity but I couldn’t understand them because my heart was pumping so fast. I couldn’t see anything. It was really dark. I could feel my whole system trembled. My body froze and I couldn’t move; I couldn’t even utter a single word.
As the brown out lasted longer, my past flashed back! I could remember everything again. Every detail of that incident kept on flashing back on my mind and I couldn’t stop myself from remembering everything about it; the stove… the candle… the glass… the cabinet… the fire… my family… and our house slowly eaten by that giant fire.
“Let’s find some candle.” I heard Jack said that made me stood up on my feet with trembled knees.
“No!” I exclaimed. They all shut up, “D-Don’t look for a candle. Don’t even buy candles. Just don’t show me any can—.“ before I could finish everything, I felt someone’s arms around my body. My heart skipped a beat because of that.
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Teen Fiction"If that's the case, then you're not writing for yourself." I stopped from sobbing because of what he said, "You're writing for us." then he smirked. ****************************************************************************************** Mandy ac...
