The_Spider-Rose

Idk why i started writing a fanfic right before my A-levels cause now I can’t carry on writing until after, thank god they finish on Wednesday.

Hi 

Hello 

To those who have read ‘To Pluto’, what is your opinion on it?
          Do you have any notes on how I can improve it?
          
          I enjoy writing it, but I also want people to enjoy reading it, so feel free to add many ideas or criticisms. 
          
          Thank you!

I want to go to Space

Part 2 Of: The Two Aesthetes'
          
          Earlier today there was a cloudburst, but now all that was left was the damp ground and scent of petrichor. It was so relaxing and idyllic.  
          
          Then, Petra sat-up. I sat next to her, noticing how short she is. Her head dropped on to my shoulder, as I giggled to myself over our heights in comparison. "Shut up." She knows me too well. I place my head on hers. "Sarang." She whispered to me. 
          
          "What does that mean?"I asked, I felt her smile.  
          
          "I wish to be with you until death, or simply love," said Petra, moving so she could look up at my stupid blushing face. 
          
          
          For a moment, I was frozen, but once I came out of my reverie; I spoke. "Sarang." 
          
          Petra laughed at her dazed girlfriend, me.
          
          
          After hours of talking and messing around, we bimbled home. The journey home was sweet and long. The world was at peace.
          
          That didn't last long. 
          
          
          Now, you'd think we'd be together forever. I wish I could say that was true. There was a lot that happened in the following weeks, they became years of consistent stress and panic. My life had been struck by horror, and it was even worse for Petra. 
          
          
          I would have done anything to switch places with her, to relieve her of the burden. To save her. The so-called "god" had different plans. 
          
          
          I will never forget that dreaded Friday, the Friday I will always regret.
          
          The day I couldn't be by her side. 
          
          The day she died.
          
          
          I wasn't there when she died, I should have been. She told me to go home and rest the night before. I didn't want to leave her, all alone in the hospital, but I listened. I wish I didn't. I wish I refused and spent the night with her. I should have stayed. 
          
          
          They say her last word was "Sarang". 

Part 1 Of A Short Story I Wrote Called: The Two Aesthetes'
          
          Hand-in-hand me and Petra ran, ran to our spot. Once we got there she smiled at me, it was as beautiful as a rose. Gazing into her eyes was like staring at the solasta night sky. We spun around in a circle, her laughter filled the air with felicity. I could feel my heart pounding. Our bodies tore past the wheat growing in the field. 
          
          Eventually, she gave out and fell to the ground, bringing me down with her. I couldn't help but laugh as we lay side-by-side on the ground. We looked at the grey-blue sky. Petra began to point out how clouds looked like different things. 
          
          
          "It's beautiful it's it, Alley?" Petra asked me, looking up at the sky. I, however, was looking at her. "Yeah, it is." I cringed at myself, that was so cliche. 
          
          I looked back on mine and Petra's relationship. I have changed. 
          
          
          I used to be a rude and rebellious teen, but now I'm different. I am better, I have feelings and depth. It's all thanks to Petra. Before her, I was heading to hell, stealing and acting out in any way I could. I'd act out for attention from my neglective family. I am still reckless and flawsome, but also kind and caring. 
          
          I can't let Petra have all of the credit though, I have definitely changed her. She was an extremely timid and anxious girl. Thanks to me, this bibliobibuli is more confident and open. 
          
          
          We bring out the best in each other. Where would I be if I didn't have the angel, Petra in life? She was a pure angel, one who came to save me.
          
          She is my life, she is my everything.

Haven't been able to write today so either a really late update or I'll try to write two chapters tomorrow to make up for it 

When Nicola Smith got pregenant at only 17-years-old she was kicked out of home, only her baby daddy, Adam Roberts, and his family were there for her. Whilst the Robert's weren't please with the situation they weren't about to let their child become an irrisponsible parent whilst the woman he loved and his child became homeless. 
          
          Then, on the 5th June 2005, Nicola went into labour, giving birth to their daughter. Nicola named them Kenny Jean Roberts, after Adam's parents, Ken and Jean Roberts. By this time they were 18 and going on to higher education, after a year of studying law in a local university Adam dropped out, he had missed so many of Kenny's firsts, such as her first steps. Instead he opened up a Cafe called Cafe Stultus, playing piano and serving Coffee to the costumers. 
          
          Then three years later Nicola finished their own degree in science and became a science teacher at the local secondary school. Nicola wasn't there as much as Adam was, Kenny and Nicola didn't have a close relationship like Adam and Kenny. Nicola thought nothing of it as Kenny was only 4, how much could it effect. And so the same year Nicola revealed their biggest secret, one they'd be hiding since they were 12, that they were trans. They had prepared for the worst, which never came. And that's when Nick walked in, Nicola never really existed, they were always Nick. To prove how devoted Adam was he proposed to his boyfriend, Nick. 
          
          Then, three years before the present Adam died to Pancreatic Cancer, it felt like the end of the world to Nick. And Kenny's and Nick's relationship only became more and more distant.
          
          But this story isn't about Nick, it's about Kenny. Whilst they didn't lose all that Nick did, she lost her father and all connection to her dad, then is forced to move from their seaside English village to a snowy Colorado town. Then helping their dad cope with everything, she is then hit by a crushing feeling when they get closer to Riley Jones.
          
          Life = emotional rollercoster

WOO internet is finally back so I can start publishing again