I wake up with somebody tip tapping my head. Or something. I flutter my eyes open and a proper black, fat crow is pecking my head. What the hell? I violently jerk straight up and the crow flies away, and I place my hand on my head to make sure it hasn't passed on any disease that has given me a fever. Ewwww. There is something slimy and jelly like on my head, and I look at my hand where a sticky black and white goo is smeared all over. Ugh! BIRD POO! I scream and run to Catalina's room where-no surprise- she is out already, and I jump into the shower. I furiously scrub my head with 3 layers of dove body soap, and attack my hair with shampoo and conditioner incase any bird poo got caught up there. After 30 minutes of showering and scrubbing, I exit the shower and a blast of cold air hits me. Don't you hate that feeling when you come out of a nice, hot, soothing shower and you are suddenly hit with a violent whip of cold air, making your spine shiver. I wrap my self in the soft, threadbare towel, and nuzzle my neck with the towel. After I'm warmed up, i hurriedly shove on a pair of Catalina's juicy couture track pants and pineapple sweatshirt. I dive under her bedsheets, so I stay I warm, and more warmth spreads through my body; from my toes, to my fingertips, and brain core. I lie down for a few minutes.....which turns into hours.
I'm awoken by flora, the Hispanic maid, and she says in her, Hispanic accent,
" Clara. It's 2pm. Madame has instructed me to call you for lunch."
I feel very very hot, and sweaty. I should've switched on the AC.
" ok, thanks," I breathe heavily. My breath is coming out slow and I'm feeling claustrophobic. Very claustrophobic. Extremely claustrophobic. Maybe I need some fresh air, yes, that's right. I shove on her havainna slippers, and trudge outside. My feet have a mind of their own, and start paddling down the road. My head is spinning and my vision is hazy, but my feet lead me too,
'Harold street,' which I call
'Snobby square,'
Because it's like the canton centre for all the rich people of Ohio. By now, my legs are wobbling and my mouth is very dry. Maybe I should've drank some water before I left, but I didn't know I was leaving, I was just supposed to take a deep breath and now I'm...I slouch against a high tea cafe wall, letting out all my thoughts. That was intense. I almost fainted. I take deep breaths and start walking as I answer my phone and Vanessa's scared, choky voice fills my ears and brain,
" Clara....dear. Umm, I-I-I have some devastating news," she starts and I hear male voice whispering
" tell her,"
And some more male laughter. I know that voice, it's familiar.
Vanessa starts again;whimpering,
" p-p-paige is dead, and your next."
The same voice cheers,
" yah baby,"
There is some male laughter, and a loud slap; the phone goes dead. It hits me! That voice belongs to.....Ricky rocky. I cross the road and my vision is hazy, head heavy, legs shaking, and I don't know if it's because: Ricky has Vanessa captured, he's chasing me down, or Catalina and Bryan are passionately kissing against a pole,
But I give up. I reach the end of the crossing; Catalina's eyes meet mine; and I just fall. My knees knock the ground, and then my head; I see a blurry figure run towards me but by then, I'm knocked out, and using the last of my senses, I hear a gasp. Not Bryan's gasp. Not Catalina's gasp. Not anybody's gasp. But Paige's gasp.AAAH! SOMEBODY KILL ME! IM OVER ELATED AND IM TOO OVER ELATED TO DEFINE WHAT ELATED MEANS!!!!!! IM HALFWAY THROUGH THE BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!' I KNOW U LOVE MY CLIFFHANGER AND IM SORRY TO SAY THAT MY BOOK WINT BE UPDATED UNTIL I HEAR 2K!!!!!!!! I KNOW IT SUCKS BUT IM A DETERMINED PERSON!!!!! IN THE MEANTIME I HAVE ANOTHER ONE OF MY COMPETITIONS!!!! THIS IS LAME BUT I WANT YOU TO CHOOSE ANY ROOM IN THE WHOLE BOOK. EVEN A LIVING ROOM OR KITCHEN BUT BASICALLY I WANT YOU TO FIND A PHOTO ON GOOGLE THAT YOU THINK REPLICATES THAT ROOM, AND EITHER PM OR COMMENT BELOW THE LINK TO THE PHOTO OR ATTACH IT AND MAKE SURE YOU MENTION WHOSE ROOM IT IS. THE PRIZE IS I WILL DEDICATE UP TO 3 CHAPTERS TO THAT PERSON IN MY BOOK!!!! DEPENDING ON THE QUALITY OF PHOTO!!!!!!!IF U GUYS R THINKING OH SHE HASNT DESCRIBED ANY ROOMS THEN THINK AGAIN! IVE DESCRIBED MANY ROOMS U JUST HV TO SKIM THROUGH SONE CHAPTERS. I'LL GIVE U A REALLY GOOD HINT TO A VERY EASY ROOM....MARY BETH!!!!!!!! I HOPE U GUYS PARTICIPATE IN THIS CHALLENGE BECAUSE IT TOOK ME BLOODY 30 MINUTES TO WRITE THIS!!!!! AAAAAAH! I WILL POST THE WINNER IN THE NEXT CHAPTER....AFTER MY BOOK REACHES 2k!!!!! THANKS GOR UR SUPPORT AND KEEP COMMENTING AND VOTING AND DNG MY COMPS!!!!!
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70 Days Of Summer
Fiksi RemajaClara is left alone in boring Ohio for 70 days of summer. What does she do? Clara vowed to get over the boy she loves but when there is love all around her, and she keeps bumping into the one she loves, things get complicated. Forget boys, with her...