Sarky Stories

When you love someone, you love them. Right? But what if you love someone and you don't realise it? Roxanne finds herself in this situation. She argues, swears and shouts at her teacher, Mr Hartley. She hates that he's sarcastic, has an answer for everything and always puts her in detentions. After something happens that pushes them into more arguments, they finally start to see each other in a different light. And Roxanne sees what everyone has been telling her. They are both alike. So what will happen when they start to get along? Will they realise how much they really do like each other? Or will Roxanne leave school in June forgetting about Mr Hartley? Who knew an unknown love would be so confusing?

My father brought out his long glinting sword and plunged it into my mothers stomach. It seemed the second time was more painful than the first. It was like the reassurance that nothing was okay. That my mother really does die, that my father really is the bastard I know him to be. There's no escaping my future anymore. Growing up is the only way out. I pushed Mrs. Havisham away from me and fought out of Damon's iron grip. I stalked towardsmy father and his evil, hysterical grin. He opened his arms as if to hug me. I raised my sword and plunged it deep into his stomach. His face turned from a grin to shock and he looked down at his stomach to find the sword I was still holding implanted in his flesh. He looked back up at me and I pulled the sword out sharply, mercilessly. His face turned into a sick grimace which made waves of horror pass through my body. He fell to the ground just in front of my mother. A single tear ran down my cheek. I looked down at my mother and father, both dead, at my hand. Both bleeding because of a stupid peice of silver. Fighting. Fighting for freedom, for her life and for her friends. Fighting is all Jessica can do anymore because if she doesn't fight, her life with slowly crumble around her. Jessica was an ordinary girl until she came to Dean House but then again I suppose irony is sweet. She found she was a witch and a powerful one at that. She finds she has to bring down her father no matter what it costs, an arm, a leg, a life, even when it's her own mothers she can never stop. Fighting is the only things he knows now and a fighter she is.