My friend walked up to me and asked me a question when I was doing killer exercises.She asked simply why I risked getting a back ache for the exercises.I answered waving her off that humans do not just survive,they live.I need you all to understand that.I do not want to remake anything or prove something.I want my story to be as alive as I am.And I hope it will be.
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Chapter 7-Mindless Revenge
Hailey's P.O.V
I screamed myself awake.I tried opening my eyes and flung them open with force as I once again battled with dispelling the dream failing quickly and absolutely.I hadn't noticed I was shaking until the breeze of the wind through the open window found purchase on my elbow and raised the goosebumps already there.Sweat froze on my body;sticky and alot.
My palms were sweating slightly as I cleaned it on my sheets as the scream continued,high-pitched and freaky.The sobs I did not know were there died in my throat as Marrietta barged into the room carrying a shotgun.The scream grew louder.She stared at the room,her hazel eyes raking the scene before she turned to me,dropped the gun and flung her arms around my shaking posture.
'Oh,Hail,what's the matter?'she asked,her voice trying to be soothing.The scream stopped and the crying started.I felt weak as I whispered his name.'Sam.'
Marrietta stared at me as she pulled me into a hug,and stroked my hair untangling it as she asked me what happened.I explained the dream in between sobs and then I turned to stare at her.She had a strange look on her face.'Hail,what if that wasn't a dream,what if Sam is in trouble?'she asked.
That stopped the sobs.I deliberated that for a moment before I said,'Yeah but he won't answer my calls.What if we visit him at his place?'She nodded vaguely.Then she let go of me as we headed to her Volkswagen.I checked myself as we both buckled up.Ok.Wearing sweats and a T-shirt.No make-up.No hair brushing.GREAT.
A girl's best dream.
We drove away fast,and only reached the highway within a couple of minutes.Then Marrietta zoomed until we arrived at Sam's place.The house was ancient,and the driveway itself held many sculptures and a fountain.Most of the things had gold.Rich guy.Marrietta stared at me as she removed a small pistol from the back seat.She pressed it onto my frozen hand and clamped my fingers around it.'You'll be safe.Don't worry,they don't kill,they just make you unconcious.I made these.They're made of a sulfuric chemical that dissolves as it penetrates through the epidermis of the skin and mixes with the blood and sedates the victim for roughly fifteen minutes or more.I've never tried it before.'She stared at it longingly as I hugged her goodbye and ventured into the house and into the unknown.
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Sam. My dream boy
Teen FictionHailey is just like any girl living on Watson Lane. But what signifies Hailey as a chosen one is her talents. You see some people can draw and others can dance. What Hailey can do is EVERYTHING. She can sing wonderfully and yet she is never seduced...
