F.A.K.A!
As promised, this is me as a Cougar (older woman who preys on younger men) with my life-crush Kevy who is dressed as a 1970s tennis player. I think I used an entire lip pencil to make my mouth look pregnant in that just-been-injected-with-collagen sort of way.
- I hope you had as much fun as I did. We gave away 2000 pieces of candy that night and I’m proud to say only about 15 went to me
- I was reading your comments and one of them jumped out at me. I’m not going to mention her name in case she wants to keep her question private. Let’s just call her Goddess for the sake of this discussion. Anyway, Goddess has an issue that spoke to me. Take a look…
dear ms. lisi,
i have the weirdest situation:
my three friends and i are just like the pretty committee! but im kinda upset with them because when we found out about the movie THE CLIQUE, i was the last one to find out =(. so my friends kinda got together without me (i live across a major road from their neighborhood, so sometimes i cant make it to get-togethers) and saw the movie. they all called their roles as the girls in the clique, and i got last pick. because i have red hair, i had to be dylan. as much as i like her, i dont feel like i have anything in common with her. and awnestly, none of the roles go with my friends. the one who claimed to be alicia is kinda always a jerk like massie can be. the one who claimed to be massie is way more like dylan (funny, outgoing, always cracking jokes). my last friend fit the role of kristen because she is sporty and very into academics (did i spell that right?) but anyway, i went along, read all of the books in the series, and narrated each one to my friends! yet one of them still has the nerve to act like she discovered the series and knows more about them then i do! and she didn’t read a single book! i feel kinda betrayed by them, and i really don’t know what to do. can i please have some advice?
Goddess, your issue spoke to me because I am going through something very similar with someone I work with. I will not mention that person’s name either, but believe me, it’s sooo nawt Goddess. Anyway, Non-Goddess betrayed me too. I didn’t do a single thing wrong. In fact, I did everything right. And that is what hurt more than anything. After the betrayal, I spent a whole weekend feeling depressed. Wondering why I should bother doing the right thing when people are just going to stab me in the back anyway. Then I began questioning human nature in general and deciding that people were evil. By Monday I got tired of feeling sorry for myself so I got angry. Soooo angry I wanted revenge. I spent the entire week plotting paybacks and then I got tired of being angry. It was robbing me of all my creative energy and turning me into a hag and I don’t like hags. So I took a step back and made a very hard decision. I decided that I am going to stay good. I am going to continue doing the right thing. And when I get stabbed in the back (like you did) I am not going to make it personal. I am going to–now here’s the hard part–I’m going to : FAKA (Forgive And Kiss Ass!) That’s right. I decided to forgive NG because NG is weak. NG betrayed a friend and that means NG has major issues with self-esteem, security, and moral judgment. Forgiving allows me to move on. It frees me from the anger that has been draining me of happiness. And I won’t let NG take that from me.
- Now here’s the Kick Ass part: The best revenge is for you to stay positive and succeed. So even if you don’t feel like a Dylan put on your acting hat and become the best Dylan you can be. Own it! Rock it! You might find you had more Dylan in you than you thought, which is a good thing in my opinion. Dylan is fun. She’s the life of the party. She isn’t afraid to burp! So chug a can of soda, eat a few pieces of salami and burp a big one right in their faces. And when they get mad tell them you were just playing you part as Dylan. The part they gave you. And then laugh. That’s what I’ve been doing. FAKA!
Good Luck sister!
TTYW,
Lisi
November 4th, 2009 at 12:56 pm
first comment!
November 4th, 2009 at 12:57 pm
AHHHHHHH THIS IS SO COOL
ahaha i was so suprised when i saw that say no comments wowowowowowow
November 4th, 2009 at 12:57 pm
November 4th, 2009 at 12:57 pm
coool fourth.
November 4th, 2009 at 12:58 pm
awesome costume Lisi!!!!!!
November 4th, 2009 at 12:58 pm
2000? like 4 people come to our house. its cuz all the trick or treaters are obsessed with the street a bit down from ours.
November 4th, 2009 at 1:01 pm
we seriously give out like 10 pieces of candy.
November 4th, 2009 at 1:01 pm
ahhh i got it!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:02 pm
I never been this high up:)<3
November 4th, 2009 at 1:03 pm
i love the cougar costume.
November 4th, 2009 at 1:03 pm
haha only like 20 kids come to our house so we give out big candy!!!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:05 pm
please lisi! Run another contest!
But also, i really really need you to check your email and find one from me ‘frankie’ that i send yesterday. It is really important that you do this. I send it in the box on this website! Please please check i need and answer VERY IMPORTANT my mom told me to do it!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:09 pm
Lisi- Loved the costume. You looked the part all the way with all that lip pencil. happy happy happy halloween. even though all i can think about now is thatnksgiving and christmas and decorations and snow days…and its only four days after halloween… is that bad???
November 4th, 2009 at 1:09 pm
LISI!!!!!!!
) instead of making a seperate movie for each book, u could make a movie that has maybe 2 or 3 books in it. thats just my opinion of what u should do though! thanks!!!
i have an awesome idea(or at least i think it is
November 4th, 2009 at 1:10 pm
Ha it pays off being sick….. I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING TO SAYYY TO U LISI!!!!!!!!! nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I heart the costume
November 4th, 2009 at 1:13 pm
SO CLOSE AGAIN!!!!!! LAST WEEK I WAS CLOSERR BUT STILL 16!!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:13 pm
ummmmmmmmmmm I guessss OH YEA ARE WE ALLOWED TO RESPOND TO THE GOLD MEMBERSHIP EMAILS???? cuz i felt like such a tard wen i did
November 4th, 2009 at 1:14 pm
Rutva— I dont think lisi completely decids that stuff by herself… but i guess she can ask!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:15 pm
I love it! You look AH-dorable.
I was a doll! My sisterput foundation on my lips, then drew a heart in the midde of them with rid lip-liner and red lip-stick. Then I put really pink blush on my cheeks and sparkely white eye shadow on my eyes. And to top it all of, fake eyelashes! Then I wore a really colorful dress and thigh high socks and yellow flats with purple bows. Under the dress I wore a long-sleved poka-dot dress and I carried around(for like two minutes) a big round loli-pop.
6.2 pounds of candy!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:15 pm
Hey Lisi! You look great in that picture. I can’t believe I am one of the first 20 comments! Okay, now I’m going to go read the blah-g.
November 4th, 2009 at 1:16 pm
oops! Sorry! Typo… *sister put*
November 4th, 2009 at 1:17 pm
Great advice, Lisi.
Okay, so i’ve typed and deleted like three comments…
i just don’t know what to type…ugh!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:20 pm
Lisi i need advice,
I am a fresman in a new high school, and i was on the volleyabll team (season is over). but here ths deal. i didnt know anyone and i became friends like bffs with the girls on my team. and my bff since i was 2 went to a boarding school but now she is at my school. so i feel like my friends dont like her. and now they arent talking to me, and i dont know what to do!!! i tried talking to them, but they told me they didnt have time to talk. andi am soooo confused. help.
November 4th, 2009 at 1:21 pm
Just finished reading the blah-g. That is great advice, even though it sometimes is hard to do. Oh, I finished Alphas. It was SO GOOD. I can’t wait until the next one comes out so that we can find out what happens to everyone. And I got Charmed and Dangerous over the weekend and I can’t wait to read it!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:21 pm
closest i’ve been
November 4th, 2009 at 1:24 pm
I didn’t go trick or treating this year because I got swine flu on Halloween!! I was soooo looking forward to getting some candy!!!!!!!!!!! Pretty bad luck!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:26 pm
So close to the top..my neice’s gonna be so happy.
November 4th, 2009 at 1:26 pm
Lisi, i don’t beleive you should use the nickname Goddess, for there is only one true God, and it is braking a commandment for u to be reffering to oursleves as Goddesses, even if it is just a nickname or such. Please be respectful of others, religious beleifs. I know you didn’t mean any harm by it. I just wanted to trhow that out there in case there was anyone else sharing the same feelings.
November 4th, 2009 at 1:29 pm
heyy
:O 
November 4th, 2009 at 1:34 pm
Can’t wait to tell Becca that we’re TOP 30…YAY for us!!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:35 pm
wow this is the closest ive been lol
November 4th, 2009 at 1:36 pm
Oh my gosh, Lisi, that is some great advice!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:42 pm
closest ive ever been to the top!!!!!!!!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:42 pm
Just got of the phone with my neice and she told me that her friends call her Dylan, and She loves her, because of what you said Lisi. Dylan is the life of the party. She’s alittle geeky, but she doesn’t care. She’s happy just the way she is. And doesn’t try to be anyone different. I have to agree, I read the books with my neice and just luh-v them and think that you all are just great, there are friendship that will last for-evs. My neice says that I am an Alicia. (I don’t see it, I think I’m a Cuh-laire)..hehe.. well anyways.. I guess I can say it now, Happy Holidays..no wait it’s Merry christmas..damnit.
LOL
November 4th, 2009 at 1:44 pm
Pretty close to the top!! Nice costume. I was Elvis
November 4th, 2009 at 1:46 pm
Hi, Lisi, I liked your blog today. And “Goddess” good idea to make a clique movie, you’ll be a great Dylan. I hope everyone had a great Halloween!
November 4th, 2009 at 1:47 pm
Just to clarify, I didn’t write the comment about not using Goddess. That was another Alyssa. Anyways, I commented a couple of blogs ago about how thankful I am Lisi. I will post it again in case you didn’t get to see it.
Lisi, Thank you so much for all you do for us readers. You have worked so hard these past couple of years, especially lately. This year alone you have released five books! That is incredible. I know you don’t have to do it, but you do. You do it for us. You do it for your readers and I wanted to say thank you for that. Please keep writing because I will definitely keep reading!
~alyssa
November 4th, 2009 at 1:47 pm
we gave out 2 pieces of candy and im not kidding.. how much did all t h at candy cost? does anyone ever recognize you for an author on halloween? and now some people know where you live
November 4th, 2009 at 1:50 pm
we gave out no candy cause No one came to my house cause there is like no other kids on my street
November 4th, 2009 at 1:53 pm
lol i like Lisi’s coustume so anyway whats up?
November 4th, 2009 at 1:55 pm
Hey Lisi!!! I am a huge fan of the clique books and I waz wondering, since you were in the 1st clique movie, will there be another clique movie coming out introducing Cam and everything??? Please tell us in your next Blah-g!!!!
November 4th, 2009 at 2:02 pm
Hey lisi!!!!!
I know this is a stupid question but did you mean for kelsey in C&D to be like the kelsey that was in Massie’s summer collection book ????
I didn’t think so but just want to double-check
Great bookss, gotta go. i’m off to study french !
November 4th, 2009 at 2:03 pm
Lisi,
I seriously do truly love you! Ha-Ha that brought a huge grin to my face. Now off to H.W.
BLAH!haha
XOXO
~TaLiA<3~
November 4th, 2009 at 2:08 pm
Oh girlies I really need your opinion if weather or not I should continue this story I’m writing. I want the honest and brutal truth. IDC if it hurts my feelings, I NEED THE TRUTH. So please read and comment…thank u!
~Bite Me, Blood Series #1~
Chapter 1
The sky was pitched dark that night. Not one star hung above. Just darkness that lay before us. I thought of this as I put my elbows onto both of my bare knees and my head onto my elbows, gazing up into the sky. The wind touched my cheeks slightly and caused a cold chill to run up and down my spine. I shivered and brought my face up from my cheeks and warmed my goose bumped arms with my hands. My teeth chattered and soon the wind was going crazy. Big puffs of coldness knocked me out like a bowling bowl knocking out all ten pins. I quickly got up wanting to get inside oh-so badly. The door to my house was locked. I grew panicky as the wind picked up and was so powerful it could take on a tornado any day. I jiggled the door knob crazily hoping that it would magically open. Yeah right. Fear knotted up in my stomach and twisted and turned. I don’t know why it did this, truly I don’t but it did and I couldn’t seem to make it stop. I turned around and my eyes were locked with glowing red ones. Then darkness washed over me.
My teeth pierced through the girl’s neck and I hit a vein. Blood immediately flowed in my mouth and it landed on my taste buds. I moaned in satisfaction. Then the girl screamed. It was a high pitched scream, loud and clear. It could’ve been heard a mile away. I pulled away from her in anger and growled. I lowered my growl until I was saying nothing. My green eyes observed the girl. Her eyes were a mixture of grey, and green, and her skin was pale from being frightened. Curly brown hair was scattered around her shoulders and back. She wore nothing but a pink t-shirt and shorts. I wiped my mouth with my hand so that her blood would not drip down and stain my shirt. I watched the girl intently and saw that she was trembling. I had frightened her, I thought to myself, and smiled.
“Who, who, who are you?” The girl stuttered and it made me smile.
“Why I’m Jason” I said and smiled bitterly.
“No I mean who are you?” She repeated.
“I’m sorry I don’t understand what you are saying” I said, even though I did. I’d like to see her sweat it. Anger built up in her, I saw it. And then I was caught off guard. She pushed me. It was a good hard shove. If I was a human it would have made my knees go weak and I would’ve probably stumbled down but I stood in place untouched, as if nothing happened.
“You’re a vampire” she said through clenched teeth, answering her question.
“Well yes I am. But who are you?” I asked. She said nothing. I inched forward and picked up a necklace that read Lynette in beautiful cursive.
“Lynette” I whispered. “What a pretty name”.
“Get away from me” she said and tried helplessly to push me away. I stepped closer.
“Stop” she cried.
Then a voice called from a distance.
“Leave her alone”
Jason (thankfully) stepped away from me, and his eyes wandered behind him. He locked eyes with someone and grinned smugly. He stepped away and my eyes glazed around my front yard until my eyes were locked with beautiful pair of hazel eyes. His face was hard but beautiful. His eyes were in almond shape and his lips (which were set in a tight line) were pink and perfect. His curly blonde hair fell delicately over his chiseled face. He wore a pair of jeans and a simple black t-shirt, with black designer sneakers. I couldn’t seem to pull myself away from my stare.
“Well, well, well if it isn’t Brian” he spat the word Brian as if he was saying the word death.
“Leave the girl alone” Brian said again.
“And what if I don’t?” asked Jason. I saw Brian hesitate for a second and his face crease for being worried. Than he quickly slapped it off and looked serious.
“I’ll kill you” he said. Jason laughed like this was the funniest thing on earth.
“Brian, Brian, Brian. You’ve been on a hunt for me for now what three years? And you finally found me feeding off of an innocent girl and you say you’re going to kill me? The last time you encountered with me you said you were going to kill me, and here I am. Alive”. I felt the tension between Brian and Jason. It was so forceful that I could hardly bare it.
“Let the girl go and we will handle this ourselves, there is no need for her to get harmed anymore” Brian compromised.
“Hmm tempting, but I have something better. Why don’t I just kill you and the girl on the spot?” Jason said with a crooked smile. He tapped his pointer finger on his chin as if he was thinking this over. “What do you think Lynette?” he turned towards me. I stood there petrified, not saying anything. He laughed coldly again and it sent a shiver running up and down my spine.
I watched Brian intentionally. I saw him take a deep breathe, as if he was making a big decision.
“Kill me not the girl” Brian said. I turned toward Jason to see his reaction. He didn’t look surprised.
“How about I come back another time?” and with a blink of an eye, Jason was gone.
Jason vanished in the thick cold air. I blinked trying to adjust my eyes and run over what just happened. I seemed to have been lost in my thoughts when I just then noticed the girl whom Jason tried to kill was next to me. She called my name louder as if she called it before but I didn’t hear. How does she know my name anyway?
“BRIAN!” the girl shouted. I turned and looked at her.
“Sorry” I said.
“Wha-what just happened?” she asked. The girl had a pretty heart shaped face that was soft and welcoming. Her wide grey eyes had a hint of green. Her hair was curly and was spilled over her shoulders crazily. She was gorgeous. I sighed.
“Have a seat, this story is gonna be a long one” I said.
“Lynette…”I began but she cut me off.
“How do you know my name?” she asked.
“I know a lot about you Lynette” I confirmed.
“What do you mean?” she asked curiously. I saw a glimpse of fear pass through her eyes.
“Lynette you may not know this, but you have great powers” I explained.
“Great powers? What are you talking about?” She looked quiet frustrated and oh-so confused. I bit my bottom lip to keep me from laughing out loud.
“Lynette have you ever noticed that you can do things others can’t? Have you noticed that you can get whatever you want?” I said. She didn’t say anything.
“Like what about that time when you were five and you wanted a cookie before dinner and your dad said no? Somehow the cookie levitated in the air and landed in your hand. Can you explain that?”
“Ho-how do you know that?” she asked.
“I’ve been watching you trying to keep you from danger. A group of vampires called The Grudge wants you Lynette they want to use you for their own evil plots. Jason, my cousin and the vampire you just witnessed is the leader’s beta. He got this close of capturing you. He was going to make you a vampire so that you have more powers and special abilities and than he was going to bring you to them.
“Good thing I was watching you and came here in time” I finished it off.
“Oh my god” was all Lynette said. She looked so stressed and sad. “What am I exactly?” she asked me looking deeply into my eyes.
“I wouldn’t exactly say you’re a witch Lynette, you’re so much more powerful than one. We don’t know exactly what you are. I wish I had an answer. All we know is that you’re the only one of that nature.”
“Well now I know how Harry Potter felt when he first found out he was a wizard” muttered Lynette. I laughed out loud for the first time in many (many, many) years. A small smile crept up her face at her own joke. Silence than washed over us and we said nothing.
“Tell me everything you know about me” Lynette said, popping our bubble of silence”. I sighed.
“Do you really wanna know?” I asked.
“Of course” she said.
“Well you can do anything you want to do. You just have to focus on it”. Lynette pursed her lips and closed her eyes. After a minute or two, snow trickled down outside and landed gracefully down evaporating into water. I smiled and Lynette’s eyes were soon open again. She smiled also.
“Can I try something else?” she asked her eyes wide with happiness.
“It’s your powers you can do whatever you want with them” I said. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips again. She made the snow come down faster and faster until the ground was coated in it. Then a ball of snow magically appeared and hit me right on the cheek. Lynette bit the inside of her mouth and busted out laughing. I did too. She clapped her hands together joyfully and hit me with another snow ball.
“What else can I do?” she asked. My smile faded.
“Lynette not all of your powers are fun and games, with great powers….” she cut me off.
“Comes with great responsibilities blah-blah-blah, TELL ME!” Lynette said.
“Lynette the things I’m gonna tell you, well you probably wouldn’t notice all this stuff until I do tell you it. And remember you probably never experienced any of it either because you have to want to do it to actually do it” I said. She nodded her head and urged me to go on.
“O.K. there is Clairvoyance. It is the ability to see things far off or well hidden. It can also make you see spirits and angels too. Than there is Clairknesis which makes you feel the presence of spirits and angels around people. Clairsentience allows you to sense subtle feelings, emotions, or energy. In a second you will know of a hidden fact or a forgotten one. Channeling is another one of your powers. Channeling is very dangerous. It allows spirits to communicate through you using your body and they could send messages through your body too.
“You can see the future. You can read minds. You can listen or observe dead spirits. You’re able to see, hear, and feel into the past lives. By touching an object someone once has touched you can instantly know about this person what he looks like, his past, everything about him! Last there is Empathy. Empathy lets you feel others needs and wants. You can pick on these peoples emotions Lynette.” When I was done we both said nothing.
“Have you ever experienced such pain or such bad migraines that you wanted to kill yourself Lynette?” I asked. She nodded, tears running down her cheeks.
“This is because all of these powers you have were never used and when they wanted to break loose and allow you to use them, you wouldn’t allow them too” I said. Lynette stayed silent, her head bowed down. I tilted her head up with my hand.
“Hey you O.K.?” I asked, which was stupid of me. Of course she wasn’t O.K.
“No, I’m scared” she said, a tear escaping from her eye.
“Remember you can only do all of that stuff when you want to, so technically it’s not that bad” I say. Lynette looked at me with doubtful eyes. I sighed.
“You should get some sleep I’ll pick you up tomorrow” I said. Lynette looked at me, her eyes two big question marks.
“Pick me up tomorrow? What are you talking about?” she inquired.
“You’ll find out tomorrow” I said, and just like my cousin I assure you I vanished in thin air.
“What do you mean ‘I don’t have the girl’” demanded Beatrix slowly moving her fingers up and down examining the bright red nail polish she painted on her just seconds ago.
“I mean that I don’t have the girl!” I shrilled. Lucifer tsked at me.
“Jason, Jason, Jason when will you ever learn?” asked Lucifer.
“Listen, I had the girl and I decided not to get her. Not now. She doesn’t even understand what great powers she has! She doesn’t even know! Let poor, pathetic, Brian explain it all to her and then we strike!” I explained to my masters. Lucifer, Beatrix, and I stood in the Beatrix’s office the rest of the Grudge members in their rooms doing their daily routines.
“You moron! Brian will obviously tell the girl that we are out to get her and that were bad. You could’ve gotten the girl, told her were good and could’ve fooled her into thinking that she’s using her power for good!” shrieked Beatrix. I winced at her high pitched voice.
“I am sorry bu-.” Beatrix stopped me with a flicker of her hand.
November 4th, 2009 at 2:17 pm
Great advice, Lisi!!
You look amazing in the picture as well
November 4th, 2009 at 2:19 pm
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November 4th, 2009 at 2:22 pm
SO TRUE!!
November 4th, 2009 at 2:22 pm
Lisi, i was going to dismiss the “goddess” thing, and hope you would be understandin of my beliefs, but i read further into the Blah-g and it said “Kick-ass”
Is that really appropriate. I think not. What if there was some little girl on this webiste that looked up to you and then read that and then lost respect for you. That would be a great dissapoinment wouldn’t it. I’m sorry but i have lost my respect for you and your books because of what you have put on today’s blah-g. You are not being a good role model for young women and that is a shame, because you could have done great things. Please consider the impact you have on people next time you write, speak, etc. because you may lose fans because of it.
November 4th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
HEY GUYS ! (: lisi, i love your blah-g today !
to alyssa ; first of all , i dont want to be mean, but i’d just like to point out that any children that may come on this website are probably thirteen and up, and that’s a teenager.
If somebody under the age of 12 comes on here, i’d like to think they are being monitored by an adult before posting, anyway.
ANYWAY, can someone tell me if they like my story? i haven’t spell checked it.. but yeah.
Sienna looked up, past the fall coloured trees, and into the bright blue sky above, and skipped through her backyard woods.
Each step was loud, for she was stepping on leaves each time, which was symbolizing that winter was coming.
Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from a tree. She looked around, and didn’t see anything so continued walking towards an old tree.
She started to climb the huge oak slowly, and didn’t stop until she was about half-way.
Sienna saw everything. She looked over her property, over her old tree fort, and over the multi-coloured forest beneath her.
She remembered she was to be home at 11:10, and checked her watch.
After seeing she had an hour left, Sienna hopped down from the tree and started walking back.
After hearing an unfamiliar noise, she stopped and looked around. Suddenly, an unusual animal hopped out of a bush and came onto the walking path.
Sienna, pulling her hair out of her eyes, was about to scream, but decided against it.
Slowly backing away, she noticed the creature didn’t seem to see her. She quickly hid behind a wide tree, and began to watch it.
It wasn’t quite a cat, or anything really. It was black, almost blue, with long ears and a really long tail that dragged behind the creature. At the time, it was inspecting a berry that must have fallen.
Suddenly, Sienna coughed, and saw that the animals ears perked up.
It slowly crawled to where she was hiding. “What are you?” It asked, bravely.
She took a step forward, knowing that it wasn’t good to show fear to an animal.
“A human, of course. What are you?”
The animal looked at her, with a scared expression.
“A Kage.” He replied.
The Kage turned around and started digging in a leaf pile.
Sienna crossed her arms, and asked him what he was doing.
“I’m looking for the book..”
He was about to reply, when he answered siennas question mentally.
“if I do not find it, I will have bad luck for the rest of my life. You see, I am the keeper of the book in our world. It’s a really important book, but it went missing. Our trackers say that it is somewhere around here.”
Still puzzled, she continued to ask questions. “Well, what is it called?”
Yet again, shock spread across it’s face. “I can’t tell you that! It’s very secret, of course. That’s why I am so worried about finding it. Somebody could read it any moment.
I will tell you, though, that it is a magical book. I can also tell you tha-“
He stopped when a creature, much like him, came out of the same bushes.
Sienna started to walk away, trying not to be noticed.
“Have you found the book yet, North?” The mysterious thing said, angrily looking at it’s fellow Kage.
North looked to the ground, and shook it’s head. “Not yet, sir.”
Both of them started digging through the leaves while I watched, amazed, at the unknown creatures before me.
Before the other Kage noticed me, I ducked behind a huge rock nearby, kicking rocks and leaves behind me.
“You know, it’s almost time, and we need to get the book back, or the wishing time will be taken away from our world.” The newly arrived kage said, with a hint of frustration in his voice. You could tell he was trying not to let it show.
“Anyway,” it continued, “No more exposition. You don’t know how many human creatures lurk around these woods.”
“One more question, sir?” North said in a small voice. “What, exactly, will happen?”
His fellow Kage stopped and looked at him. “Well, if we can’t find our book of rules, then Kages will disobey our rules, forgetting we have them. Once this happens, an incompetent Kage is bound to come a long and share our wishing time with humans.”
The creature stopped to take a breath.
Of course, you know, that once a human has used the wishing time, it will say in their world.”
As Sienna was watching and listening to the whole incident, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around, and screamed at the creature that had startled her.
It was another kage, but this time bright blue. “Sorry I startled you..” The blue kage began, “Hey, I was wondering.. Do you want to see something?”
Unsure whether to trust this creature or run, I nodded slowly.
The blue Kage showed me a pocket watch that was in his hand. The watch was light blue with diamonds lined around it, and it had the words “Wish Watch” across the top in big letters. The time read, “11:10”
The creature seemed to noticed this, and quickly pulled the watch away.
“Would you like to know why I showed you this?” It asked, as a mischievous smile crossed it’s face. Sienna nodded, yet again.
“Anything you’d like, you can have, by just wishing at a certain time.” The kage said, “Of course, you need this watch right here, and you really need to mean it.
Ready?”
“Okay, but is this safe?” Sienna asked, “I mean, I heard the other kages talking about how it’s not good, and how you wont be aloud to wish in your world.”
The kage gave me a shocked look. “No way!” It exclaimed, “They probably knew you were listening, and said that to keep it a secret.”
This was probably true, so Sienna took a step forward as the kage handed her the watch.
“When it turns to 11:11, wish for anything.”
She held it in her hand, and anticipated each second.
Suddenly, it was 11:11, and time to wish. Sienna closed her eyes. She thought and thought, but could not think of any wish. She placed the pocket watch back in the creatures hand, but the creature gave it back. “Try again.” was it’s simple answer.
“I wish I was a kage.” Sienna whispered.
Suddenly, she felt the world spinning around her. The electrifying blue sky whirled into a pink horizon, and the full autumn trees disappeared.
When all this girl could see was pink sky and colourless grass, she knew she wasn’t on planet earth.
November 4th, 2009 at 2:29 pm
Hey Lisi
… did you mean to say “kick-ass”? b/c the first time u wrote it, you said “kiss-ass” I hope you weren’t telling that girl to kiss-the-ass that excludes her…
November 4th, 2009 at 2:30 pm
btw, the cougar costume is great
I love that u put the cougar ears w/it and you brody-jenner’s-mom’d-up your lips!!
November 4th, 2009 at 2:31 pm
Great blah-g Lisi:) And I love the cougar costume! I started to read Charmed and Dangerous today and it’s such a great book! Keep up the good work Lisi!
November 4th, 2009 at 2:32 pm
Tamara- actually i think that she meant kiss -ass becuz well i say kiss ass becuz its like insulting to ppl… well at least thats what i think. Not to be rude or anything im just saying.
November 4th, 2009 at 2:34 pm
anyone on
November 4th, 2009 at 2:43 pm
YESSS!
55th COMMENT!
wow i’m easy to please (-:
November 4th, 2009 at 2:43 pm
By the way, Talia great story. You’re an amazing writer:)
November 4th, 2009 at 2:45 pm
btw…i have a question (kinda random)
if all ur friends are friends with someone who is kinda mean and doesnt seem to like u, and also uses u, should u just ignore them or try to be friends? b cuz i dont think i should be mean or n e thing…but she can be nice SOMETIMES…
November 4th, 2009 at 2:45 pm
continuing…
she also brags a lot and gets mad when u tell her shes lucky.
so yeah.
November 4th, 2009 at 2:52 pm
hey lisi!
This blah-g is one of the reasons i think your a completely awesome author. Not only are your books incredible but i love your advice. I think FAKA is a great way to think about things! Thank you!
November 4th, 2009 at 2:56 pm
omg the costume is ahmazing it doesnt even look like lisi!! good job!
November 4th, 2009 at 3:03 pm
hey lisi cool im 61 this is the highest up ive been!
anyways.. i really love this website, and your boooks, ive been trying to write enough in my books (i have about 4) so i could post it, but i have writers block, my story i want to post is similar to yours, but different in it’s own way. i cant come up with anything that sounds like, well like me. Any ideas for writers block?
November 4th, 2009 at 3:06 pm
not really on but
Ashley- THANK U! ur prob the only one who read my storyyyyyyyyyyyy so thanks i really appreciate it!
November 4th, 2009 at 3:09 pm
Love the costume Lisi. You are soooo nice for giving such nice advice!
November 4th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
Just got an email from Coach and it says “Beauty and brains. Kristin has arrived.”
Funny right?
November 4th, 2009 at 3:12 pm
owie!!!!!!!! stomach hurts, who knew eating 4 potatoes crochets could hurt ur stomach so much?
November 4th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
Hey Lisi great picture! Do you answer fan mail? I sent you a letter in July but never heard back so I was just curious
November 4th, 2009 at 3:17 pm
talia! i hav a splinter and a keyboarding quix tomoro gona fail
November 4th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
OMG TALIA I LOOVE LOOVE LOOOVE TIMES A MILLI UR STORY
November 4th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
Finished Charmed and Dangerous. LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!!!!! GREAT JOB LISI!!
Today at my school was the book fair. My friend and i went CRAZY to see that ALPHAS WAS BEING SOLD THERE!!! She bought it and we are psyched!!!
November 4th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
CHECK OUT THIS SITE
http://www.betterbecause.com
it’s my mommy’s book that she wrote with her friend and we’re trying to get it to sell more, so pleaseee check it out. it’s a postive outlook book and more for adults so please tell lots of people:)
and lisi i would be bouncing off the walls if u gave a shout out that you’ll get it because it’s a fun cute book and i would totally tell my mom that the most amazing author in the world read her book.
THANK YOUUUU
<3
November 4th, 2009 at 3:24 pm
heres the first two chappys of my story just love
tell me watcha think <3 please and thankyouu
Thursday, June 2nd, 4:55 p.m.
Amanda set down the slick silver knife, which was now covered in peanut butter, on the white and green china plate. She licked her sticky fingers which had dollops of peanut butter and smeared marshmallows on them before she slid open her neon pink Rumor.
Emery: hey did u check ur aim? Well u prob didn’t but watevs. Just needed to let u know we’re going to go hang out with….MASON BOYS!!!!
freakin cool right? So like Jared, Marc, Harrison, Dan, and Benton. Cute right? They invited US! Told the other girls already. Txt back <3
Amanda took a bite of her now finished peanut butter fluff sandwich before typing back:
Amanda: oh sorry haven’t even turned on my Mac today. But ya sounds amazing ☺ what time, where, blah blah blah all that crap X)
Emery: lol it’s all good. We’re meeting up at the Center Square at like 7 but all us girls are car pooling with me so expect Jordan to pick u up at like 6:35
Amanda: good deal, kay g2g then so I can pick out an amazing outfit
Emery: same same. C u soon ☺ <3
She slid her Rumor shut and placed it in the back pocket of her Abercrombie dark wash jeans. Sure it was 85 degrees out, but no matter how cheap her friends thought her wardrobe was or how hot the weather was, they were her favorite piece of bottoms and she didn’t care.
Amanda quickly ate the rest of her sandwich and placed the plate and knife in the sink. She grabbed her iPod out of the family kitchen dock and headed up her carpeted stairs.
Her house wasn’t nearly as big as most of the girls’ at her school, and compared to her closest friends’ houses, hers looked like a box. But her family wasn’t the richest. They could afford to send her to Kings Day Prep, one of the top private (all girls) schools in west New York. But other than that she had to settle with Abercrombie, Hollister, and the occasional Juicy while everyone else had pure designers.
It was even harder having money problems when Amanda’s four best friends seemed like their parents could’ve had Bill Gates run for his money, literally.
Amanda passed the long oval oriental window that was at the top of the stairs. She looked out and could see Emery’s huge estate just two houses over. She shook her head and continued her way to her room. Grieving over how her room was half the size of Emery’s CLOSET would come later. Right now she needed to put together an outfit that would impress her friends, but more importantly, Jared.
Jared was one hundred percent adorable, one hundred percent sweet, one hundred percent popular, and one hundred percent acceptable (according to Emery, Amanda had permission to date him if the chance came.)
He had very dark brown shaggy hair that mopped across his forehead in a cute athletic way, not sloppy or emo. He had blue, or green, or light brown? eyes (she wasn’t quite sure what color they were because they seemed to change everyday in color.) He was just two inches taller than her, which was perfect slow dancing height, and he was lean thanks to soccer.
Before school had ended Amanda and her friends hung out with the same guys they were going to hang out with tonight. Amanda had talked to Jared practically the whole night and he seemed interested in her. He asked for her number then they texted ever since. But then again, it was just the same thing as close friends. And Amanda didn’t want to be close to him in that way. She wanted more.
That’s why when she opened her closet door and switched the light on, she ravaged through shelves and racks to find a perfect flirt outfit.
Tonight could be the night Jared would fall for her.
Over again.
She wouldn’t let him change his mind.
Thursday, June 2nd, 6:37 p.m.
“Hurry up, slow poke!” Emery teased from the rolled down window of her Rolls Royce.
Amanda hopped on one foot trying to make distance while trying to place her velvet ruby flat on her right foot. “Aah sorry, having technical difficulties!”
Emery rolled her eyes and smiled. She opened the door to let her friend have less of a hassle. “C’mon Mandz we’re two minutes behind schedule!”
Amanda finally got her flat on then dashed to the car. She practically dove in next to her friend and closed the door. “Hey Jordan!” She waved to the front where Emery’s driver was.
“Hello Miss Amanda, glad to have you ride with us. It’s been a long time since we carpooled.”
“Oh I know right,” Amanda talked as she collected herself again. She finger combed her boob length honey blonde hair and got her seatbelt strapped in. “It’s been like five days already and I’m missing the convenient refrigerator.” She tapped the mini fridge that was planted into the open space in the middle of the spacious car black marble floor.
Amanda then turned her attention to Emery who was retouching her lip gloss in a compact mirror. Amanda couldn’t understand how Emery could be beautifully naturally but then look like a Goddess when she was all dressed up. It hurt just looking at her. It was blinding.
Emery had golden brown hair that got lighter in summer and darker in winter so no dye was needed in any season. She had crisp straight bangs that fell to the right side of her face and covered a slight corner of her eye, making her seem edgy and mysterious. The rest of her hair was boob length like Amanda’s, but Emery’s was not curly nor straight nor wavy. It was like a combination of all three. It looked amazing. She had hazel eyes that showed innocence but a nasty scowl, one eyebrow lift, and darkened pupils when she was in alpha or sarcastic mode. Her lips weren’t skinny or fat but just plump enough so boys could tell they were kissing lips. And she was skinny. Just plain Pilates skinny. She had abs and no fat and just enough muscle to pull off girly girl who had a little kick to her. There were no flaws to her. None at all.
“Can you say staring problem or drawn to me?” Emery teased when she caught Amanda looking at her the whole time. She shut her mirror and put her lip gloss back into her brown soft leather Juicy bag.
“Haha sorry. I was just, um, checking out your new gloss.” Amanda hoped her cheeks weren’t turning red like they always did when she lied.
Emery puckered up. “LipSync is officially my new favorite gloss. I haven’t bought a bad flavor yet and there are like 200 flavors. Plus they enhance your lips but still look natural and it stays on for like ever.”
“Nice,” Amanda said. She thought about her two-dollar Bath and Body Works healing gloss that was in her Coach wristlet now and tried her hardest not to sigh.
The car stopped now in front of another huge estate. It was dark gray and beige stoned with light gray stucco around the top near the roof. Soon the brass iron double front doors swung open by an aging maid. She held open the doors for a young teen who stepped outside and started strutting her way to the Rolls Royce.
“Heyyy!” Emery and Amanda greeted as the girl stepped into the car.
“Heyyy!” She greeted back.
It was Candy.
Well, her real name is Cassandra. But thanks to how hyper she gets when she has sugar, Emery nicknamed her Candy in the 4th grade. And it stuck.
“Marc’s gonna be there right?!” Candy’s bright green eyes got big and circular. She looked straight at Emery, anxious for the answer.
“La duh,” Emery responded. Candy blew a sigh of relief.
“Thank God,” she took off her navy blue Ella Moss button down coat and slid it down her shoulders revealing a brand new shirt. “I didn’t want to wear this baby unless he was there.”
“Ooh la la,” Amanda giggled.
“Spicy,” Emery agreed, eyeing the shirt.
The shirt was bright red and strapless with two multicolored metallic buttons going diagonal above her right boob. With Candy’s tan and skinny torso it looked hot. And nothing could’ve topped it better than Candy’s rib length dark chocolate brown wavy hair and big gold hoops as earrings.
“I don’t look like some Arabic person do I?” Candy bit her lip.
“As if.” Emery rolled her eyes. “You’re wearing dark wash True Religion jeans. You’re fine.”
“Yes!” Candy beamed and slowly drew in her arm as if saying ‘cha-ching!’
“Marc is defiantly going to be all over you tonight,” Amanda winked.
Candy smiled at her. “Thanks. Same with Jared. You look very cute.”
Amanda was used to be calling ‘cute’ while all her other friends were called ‘hot’. But that was fine with her. She never thought as hot like a compliment. It made her feel like a slut. And cute was still good looking so it still counted.
“If anyone can pull pastel off with pale skin it’s you Mandz,” Emery piped in.
“Thanks?” Amanda said with doubt, not sure if that was a compliment or an insult to her “pale skin”.
The car stopped again in front of an unordinary mansion. It wasn’t just one big estate like most in this part of New York. It was huge but in different parts that were attached by sky bridges. With the house all white it looked more like a condo complex, but for these girls it was the most fun house to have sleepovers in.
A silky almost black haired beauty came running down the beige stone steps of the right side building. She waved to the car, making her ivory Gucci purse flail up and down.
Emery grasped the polished silver indoor handle and opened the door. “Hey Liz,” she greeted as the newly arrived friend hopped in.
“Hola,” Elizabeth greeted her and the other girls. She took a seat in between Emery and Amanda.
“Is that a new Gucci?” Candy reached across and rubbed the leather of the purse’s handle in between her thumb and index finger.
“Yup,” Elizabeth answered. “And a new Juicy and Michael,” she pointed to her cropped tube top and flats.
“Love the Juicy,” Emery observed the ivory colored denim tube top that had lace above the black buttons. “And you found just the right colored black mesh to go under it.”
“Ralph Lauren vintage,” Elizabeth beamed.
Emery winked approval. Amanda rubbed her head trying to shut out the designer clothing talk.
“Is it okay I went black on black, though?” Elizabeth looked down at her black leggings and black flats.
“Of course,” Emery reassured. “The flats have the gold Michael Kors label on it anyways and you matched it with gold jewelry so you’re okay. Plus your Gucci has gold highlights on it too.”
Elizabeth wiped away an invisible sweat. “I got back from my Shiatsu massage ten minutes before you picked me up, so I had to quick change. Thank God I did my makeup on the car ride home.”
“Well at least you made it,” Candy smiled. “Harrison would’ve been sad if you couldn’t make it.”
Elizabeth blushed. Harrison was one of the hottest of the group of boys and he had a major crush on Elizabeth.
“Do you think he’ll try to pull a move tonight?” She asked shyly.
Emery snickered. “Without a doubt.”
Elizabeth bit her lip. She didn’t know if she liked Harrison back. She’d just have to wait and see.
The car stopped for a final time. This time in front of a semi smaller home (but still bigger than Amanda’s, sigh.) It was Krystal’s ranch. This one was her family one where they lived in. But they had three more ranches: one in California, one in Florida, and one in Virginia where they used to live and where they still go horse back riding.
Krystal came out of the wooden single front door, ran down the old wooden steps, and across her large green front lawn before getting in the car.
“Hello my dears,” she cooed as she entered the car.
“Omg your hair looks adorable in a side pony!” Elizabeth gushed.
“Love the Puma track jacket,” Amanda smiled, thankful someone tonight was wearing something in her budget.
“Totally sporty chic,” Candy added in.
Krystal smiled then turned to Emery, whose opinion mattered the most.
Emery tapped her chin with her French manicured index finger. “Tell me again, what sports does Dan play?”
“Um, soccer, football, basketball, and lacrosse,” Krystal answered, side peeking at the others to see where this was going. They just shrugged with blank expressions as if to say, ‘we don’t know either.’
“Okay, so he’s a real athlete right? Now tell me, does he like girly girls or tomboys?”
“Ummm…” Krystal bit her lip not knowing what to answer.
Emery put her finger to Krystal’s lips. “Ssh. I know the answer. The answer is both.”
Krystal nodded as if to understand.
“So that means you’re perfect for him, hun. You’re the perfect amount of chic and sport.” Emery smiled.
Krystal closed her eyes and shook her head in relief. “God Emery you scared the shit out of me. I thought I’d have to go back home and change.”
“As if,” Emery laughed. “We all look amazing. And our crushes are gonna love us.”
“Benton especially,” Candy teased Emery. “He’s a sucker for strapless.”
Emery’s mouth curved into a mischievous smile. Her yellow and white horizontal striped strapless Juicy sundress kissed her coming in tan. She knew her crush, Benton, would love it.
“Which reminds me,” Emery motioned for the girls to lean in closer to her, “we have important business to attend to.”
“Which is…” Elizabeth went along,
Emery quickly reglossed and finger fluffed her hair. She sat up straight and cleared her throat to make her presentation one hundred percent professional.
“Girls, as of Friday we officially ended our middle school part of life,” she began. “Which means as of September 5th, we start our high school part of life. And this my friends is probably the most crucial state of life: educationally and socially.”
The girls shifted uncomfortably in there seats, not sure where this was going.
“So,” Emery continued, “I decided that we need to start our high school year with a bang. Nothing’s worse than having a bad reputation as a freshman. And well, stuff we did in middle school usually never follows us to high school no matter how amazing the stuff we did was. So what I’m getting at is we need to make this summer unforgettable.”
“I’m all up for that,” Candy smiled and quickly agreed.
“I’m not done yet,” Emery raised her right eyebrow and put her index finger to Candy’s mouth as if saying ‘hush.’
“Sorry,” Candy whispered and lowered her eyes letting her friend continue.
“As I was saying,” Emery’s eyebrow made its way down, “we need to make this summer unforgettable. But that does not mean with just us five girls chilling at the beach and having more inside jokes. People don’t give a crap about groups of girls. Now, what do they get gossip from?”
“Couples,” Elizabeth answered.
Emery winked. “Exactly. So we can’t just keep playing this crush game. We need to make the most popular guys in Mason County Boys Academy fall completely for us and ask us out. Cuz if they do then we automatically go to the top.”
“Done deal,” Krystal slapped her muscular thigh.
“Not yet!” Emery huffed. She hated it when people interrupted her.
Krystal bit her lip.
“One more thing,” Emery made her face dead on serious. “If we break up with our guys before school starts then we have nothing for school. We have to make a history with them. And let’s face it, we’re 13 and 14. I think it’s okay to go a little…far with our boyfriends. As in, we make history this summer.”
The girls were silent.
“You can talk now,” Emery gave the okay.
The girls were still silent.
“Guys?!” Emery snapped her fingers frantically in front of their stone faces.
“I get it,” Elizabeth said slowly, trying to make sure she didn’t say the wrong thing, “but like how far are you talking?”
Emery raised one eyebrow and smirked. “You tell me.”
“So we act like sluts?” Candy blurted.
Emery tilted her head back and sighed. “Ugh you guys are impossible. We’re building an even bigger popularity to ourselves, which means good reputation. People are going to say, ‘did you here how experienced they are with guys?’ not ‘Omg they had freakin’ sex over the summer they’re such prostitutes!’”
“I totally get you,” Krystal reassured, breaking the tension.
“Ya, I understand completely now,” Elizabeth smiled.
“Same here, sorry Em for my slow mind,” Candy joined in.
Soon all the girls were too busy talking about their crushes to notice Amanda hadn’t said anything about the plan. She was too choked up and nervous about the next 3 months to say one thing.
November 4th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
can’t really stay on (again)
buut
Macey- aweeeeeeeee
November 4th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
great pic lisi! wow, you’ve turned into dear abby! lol!
November 4th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
By the way, cool costume!!:)
November 4th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
alyssa-u didnt like it when lisi said kiss ass so i agree with Taylor if u look at the books it says for people 12 and older so basically only people 12 and older go in this site an( if a younger girl went on and saw that it read kiss ass she would probably be mature enough to ignore it so what im trying to say is that when lisi said kiss ass she said because she thinks the girls here are 12 and up so its not her fault
November 4th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
hahahahah thats rlllllly rlly funnay
November 4th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
ahhh get to leave tommro!!!!!!!!!
November 4th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
TALIIA TALIIA GO ON GEEMAIL WEEWEE
November 4th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
i don’t really get that girls situation. like what exactly is the big deal?
November 4th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
hey taylor. so i started reading your story and i read only the first three sentences and i want to point something out concerning this sentence:
“Each step was loud, for she was stepping on leaves each time, which was symbolizing that winter was coming.”
i would get rid of that sentence or change it because in stories you can’t TELL the readers what something symbolizes, thats for them to figure out and analyze as they are reading. and also you did not use commas correctly, you pretty much tried to fix a run on sentence by throwing in commas here and there. ya sorry im like this, i had a really hard english teacher last year and so like i pick up on errors like this more often now. just trying to give some constructive critisism.
-kathryn
November 4th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
The Protector by Tia, Caitlin, and Katie
The first time I was kidnapped I was 3 and a half. My body guard at the time took me to the park to play on the swings. When I was on the swings I believed I was a bird flying so high nothing could touch me. I could look over the vividly passing world with out a care in the world. I went downward gaining more speed.
I didn’t make it into the air. Arms went around my fragile body and a hand that felt like sand paper clamped over my thin lips and a husky voice said, “Stay quite and your fingers will stay on your hand.”
I shivered and did not speak a word. My eyes searched for my body guard. He was lying in the snow to shots to his chest the snow soaked in deep red blood. Tears fell from my eyes. I obeyed as I duck tape went over my lips and my hand were tied I was thrown in the back of a red mini van.
It took them 6 weeks to find me. I lived in a ware house. Food was brought to me every to weeks normally nothing more than a happy meal and a tiny bottle of water that I would save for later. I had one blanket that was on the hard concrete ground .I stared at the walls and slept most of the time. My hair was matted my mouth always dry. I was waiting to die at the age of 3 I could not imagine this happening.
My father I one of the most powerful and wealthy men in the world. I have never learned what he does all i know is I am not safe even with a body guard. One night I was woken up violently and told I could go. I could hardly believe my ears. It was settled between my fathers people in the kidnappers that I would be settled for the price of 15 million dollars cash.
I am now 14 and I have lost 14 body guards I don’t know maybe it’s just a coincidence.
“Rouge!!! Come down please you need to met your new bodyguard!” my mom yelled.
“Ok god coming!” I said back. I had lost my 14th body guard last weekend on my 14th birthday my party was raided luckily he saved me before he lost his life. Who would take this job i’m the most wanted child in the world. I thought to my self as I walked slowly down the stairs. I entered are massive living room. The windows were bullet proof and the house was also bombed proof.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw me way to beautiful for words boy standing next to my mom like a statue.
“Who is this kid?” I asked my mom not taking my eyes off him.
“This kid is ur new body guard.” He said smiling. I caught my breath.
“You’re kidding me he has to be 16?” I asked my mother.
“15 actually.” He corrected. I was always distant from my body guards having never had one more for more than a year. Then it hit me.
“Your one of them! Your one of those freaks.” I said rudely.
“Rouge, watch your mouth.” My mother said sipping her tea.
“Yeah. I’m a freak.” He said before punched his arm through the floor. I took a step backwards. Then he placed his hand over the hole and it went back to normal. I could not speak.
“But how?” I asked slowly.
“I dunno it just came.” He said looking down and slightly blushing.
“Are you bullet proof?” I asked all of my bodyguards had been shot.
“yeah.” he said. I took an enormous sigh. But deep down I new I could still lose him.
“Nice meeting you happy to have you with me.” I said before turning back to the stairs. He was beautiful I always wanted to be a power like him there were only a few kids that got to be. The best of humans. I went to my room. I feel asleep wishing he wouldn’t get hurt because of me.
Maybe if I convinced my father he sucked as a bodyguard I could get him fired and I would have to lose him.
I woke up slowly the next morning dreading going to school and watching my friends drool over him. I got dressed in my uniform I went to a private school with kids of powerful leaders all also with body guards but none of there’s were 15. I brushed my deep brown hair into a tight think ponytail I brushed my teeth as slow as possible and walked down the stairs. He was sitting next to my mom dressed in are school uniform.
“Don’t you need like a suit?” I asked him my green eyes glaring at him.
“Nope. Starting today I go to your school. See we have every class together.” He said handing me his slip. I snatched it and ripped it to shreds with out thinking.
“ROUGE!” my mom hollered. I stormed off to the car a huge silver bullet proof bomb proof jeep. My driver Jackson
I sank into the black leather seat.
“Who’s the guy? Your boyfriend?” Jackson asked wagging his eyebrows at me.
“No. Bodyguard.” I said flatly.
“But he’s only a boy.” Jackson asked his voice a whisper.
“No he’s one of them.” I sneered the words.
“Oh.” was all Jackson said as he slid in next to me. He was so close I could feel his body heat.
His mesmerizing deep blue eyes watched everywhere. His dirty blonde hair was perfect as it shagged over his eyes, I had to face it my bodyguard was yummy.
“What’s your name?” Jackson asked and I realized I didn’t even know it.
“Chase.” He said smiling lopsided my stomach clutched.
“Nice to meet you Chase.” Jackson said his eyes were sad
I knew what he was thinking. Chase smelled amazing and I felt my self scooting closer to him. Are arms were touching. Chase blushed and turned his head to look out the window.
We pulled to a stop in front of the school.
“Have a good day you two.” Jackson said forcing a smile.
“Thanks you too.” Chase muttered I didn’t respond.
“Stay behind me ok?” I said to him my voice snapping.
“Yeah” he said and dropped behind me. WE walked to my locker sadly his was right next to mine. He spun in his combo five times faster than I ever could. I glared and walked towards my friends.
“Hey Rouge…” my friend Tia said her blue eyes locked on Chase. Oh joy I thought to my self.
“This is Chase.” I said my voice quite.
“And he is?” My other fried Katie walked up her body guard 3 feet behind looking everywhere.
“My bodyguard.” I mumbled.
“NO WAY!” My friend Charlotte spoke.
“Yeah really he’s one of those freaks.” I said knowing he could here. He looked at me briefly. We all had are first class together. Chase walked behind me like I told him to I noticed Tia drop back with him. She walked really close to him witch bothered me a lot. We took are seats Chase between me and Tia. Charlotte and Katie sat on my other side There bodyguards stood behind them silently.
“So Chase where are you from?” I heard Tia said seductively. Slut.
“A town” he mumbled looking toward me with worried eyes. I burst out laughing then stopped myself quickly.
“Um. Ok. You’re really strong. I mean seriously look at your muscles. Do you work out?” she said
“No” he mumbled looking straight ahead.
“Wow that’s amazing” Tia said slowly sliding her hand down his arm. She tried to intertwine her fingers with his. He refused and moved his hand over to mine and grabbed mine. My cheeks flushed bright red as he slid his chair away from hers toward mine. He looked down at our hands clenched together. His face flushed but he still didn’t let go. I used my other hand to open up my math book. I looked over to Chase he was writing on a piece of notebook paper his hand writing neat and swirly. I looked away for a second then saw a heart shaped peace of paper in the very center of my book. I looked over to him to see him smiling. I opened it with my one hand and read:
Since were in math I might as well add. Me+ You = meant to be
I wrote back:
Your cute and all but you’re my bodyguard go be with Tia she likes you back unlike me.
He opened it then let my hand go quickly. He looked down at his book then ignored me for the rest of class. Finally. Tia continued to flirt with him all through first half of the day. Once at lunch we all sat in rows facing each other.
Tia Katie
Chase Charlotte
Me
“So Chase. What do you think about the people at this school?”
“Specific people are good. Some ok.” He said opening his salad up.
“Which are good?” She said wrapping her arms around his arm.
“People” he said glancing at me then back at his food.
“So do you wanna go out some time? I heard there’s a great romance coming out soon.” She said moving extremely close to him
“TIA!” I scram slammed my hands on the table and stormed out of the lunch room. I heard foot steps running behind me but I didn’t stop.
“Rouge! Where are you going?!” I heard Chase from behind me yell.
“Somewhere where your not!” I said picking up the pace. I tripped over the small lip of the sidewalk and fell to my hands and knees. My hands had two scratches and my knees had one bigger one.
“Don’t move” chase said as he came behind me he took my hands and pulled me to my feet. Then kneeled down and pressed his hand to my knee. It healed immediately. Then he healed my hands.
“Watch where your going.” He said looking into my eyes. “And what do you mean by where I’m not? I’m always going to be by your side.”
“Then maybe that should change” I said walking away.
“Fine then. I guess we can’t even be friends?” he said walking up beside me
“No” I said sternly
“Fine. Business it is. Even though I don’t get paid for this. I volunteered to let you keep your life.” Volunteered? I thought he was just hired. I thought as I walked back into the lunch room, grabbed my lunch box, and then left my friends.
Chase didn’t talk to me the rest of the day. Looking around keeping an eye on me but never speaking. We climbed into the Jeep quietly.
“Hello you two. How was your day?” Jackson asked as I slammed the door behind us.
“Fine” we said simultaneously. We stayed on separate sides of the car looking out our windows. Once we got home I went up to my room sadly Chase’s room was right next to mine. I sat on my bed and started my homework. Suddenly I heard Chase practically yelling. I went o my wall and listened
“She hates me Derek!” “She wants nothing to do with me” “no dude I’m serious I tried to make my move and she just told me to go to a different girl” “yah…” “She’s amazingly beautiful” “beautiful isn’t a gay word!” “Ok so it is a little” “yah she’s hot” “dude you were the one that chickened out with the other three. The government asked you to!” “Hey I was brave so don’t say it was my choice. Even though it was.” “Yah I’d risk my life for her. Its not like ill actually die” “she won’t even be my friend.” “Yah” “fine bye” I heard him through his phone then saw it come through my wall and onto my bed.
“Sorry!” he said. I walked over to the wall he was just looking at it. “Sorry about that.” He said
“I heard what you said. All of it” I said I walked out of my room and into his.
“All? Well now you know.” He said looking down.
“Risk your life? You’re the first bodyguard that actually seems to care. All the others were depressed ready to be suicidal.
“Really? Well it’s my job. I better get back to work” he said walking across the room.
“It’s not a job. I’m sorry about what I said today. When I said go be with Tia she likes you unlike me. That was a lie. I do like you. More then you think. And what you said on the phone… just made me fall harder for you.” He turned slowly and looked me straight in the eye.
“Really?” he said coming closer.
“Absolutely” I said. He hugged me close wrapping his arms around me tightly.
“ROUGEE!!!!” Tia said yelling up the stairs. She obviously found that my room was empty and came next door. When she saw Chase’s arms wrapped around me his lips nuzzled into my hair.
“CHASE! I thought u liked meeeeeee!” Tia yelled tears pouring down her porcelain face.
“What no I was just being nice” he said as I moved out of his arms and sat on his bed.
“But heeeeer over me.” She snapped glaring at me. Chase shrugged.
“She’s hot.” he said smoothly, I giggled and kicked him lightly.
“You stupid bitch!” she yelled at me.
“Hey Tia relax” Chase said. She ran towards me I shrieked she jumped on top of me and started pulling on my hair and punching my stomach. I hurt really badly and tears were pouring down my face. Till finally she stopped, Chase pressing her against the wall.
“STOP” he ordered. I let out a moan. Tia left crying I clutched my stomach.
“I’m so sorry.” He said sitting next to me.
“Ice” I said in a moan. He was back in two seconds with ice. He pressed it against my stomach and I flinched at first.
“Some bodyguard you are.” I muttered with no humor. His face saddened and he moved away from me.
“No Chasse sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I said getting up and walking to him.
“Hurt me oh that’s not possible” he said and walked further away from me more and looking out the window. “I can’t get hurt.” He mumbled.
“That’s so not true you still have feelings!” I said walking to him again.
“But they don’t matter” he said as tears filled his perfect eyes making them even more blue. Tears fell down his perfect face. I used my thumb to wipe them, his cheeks turning an amazing shade of pink.
“I love you.” The words came out of my mouth without me thinking about them.
“I love you more.” He said back looking down. Tears filled my eyes and a startled look covered his face.
“What is it baby?” he asked as he wiped my tears.
“I’m afraid to love you” I muttered. Chase said nothing as he picked me up and walked back to his bed he cradled me in his strong arms.
“Don’t be, I’ll be with you I promise.” He said into my hair.
“Promise me” I said my tears wetting his shirt.
“I promise, Rouge I promise.” His voice slightly muted as he mumbled it into my hair. After a while I had to go back a finish my homework. I fell asleep doing math but when I woke up it was complete and I was tucked in perfectly.
I laid in bed thinking about how I would face him. I sighed got out and got ready. I headed down the stairs. Chase was eating cereal when he heard me he looked over.
He smiled and turned back to his cereal I blushed uncontrollably. My mother watched my emotions with a sly smile plastered on to her face. I met her eyes and gave her the please shut up look. She sipped her coffee and looked over at Chase who was now standing up looking over at me. He reached out his hand and blushing more I walked over and took it
Are fingers intertwined and we walked to the jeep. Jackson’s eyes met are hands and his full lips curved into a smile. I leaned against Chase, inhaling his smell. I loved him way to much; I sighed and rested my head on his chest. Chase looked out the window and didn’t speak at all. We pulled to a stop in front of the school.
“I don’t wanna go.” I mumbled like a 5 yr old.
“Well you have to” was all Chase said before pulling me out of the jeep I waved to Jackson. I walked forward and Chase fell behind me I guess he didn’t wan to go public I didn’t want to either. Whispers fallowed us I guess Tia had gotten there before us, I grumbled to my self. Chase’s face was emotionless but his cheeks were slightly flushed.
“I hate her.” I whispered knowing his hearing is amazing. He didn’t respond. I stopped at the lockers and Katie walked up to us her body guard closer than normal.
“What’s with him?” I asked.
“I got 12 death threats this morning” she whispered softly her voice was always gentle.
“I’m sorry.” I said as I pulled my stuff out of my locker.
“Well there’s bigger news I hear, you and Chase huh?” she said looking at Chase out of the corner of her eye he didn’t notice.
“Yeah.” I said low.
“He’s so hot, how did you get so lucky?” she laughed.
“Oh. God. I no right?” I said giggling. Chase’s lips curved into a smile, I knew he’d been listening. Charlotte walked up to us; she gave me a huge smile.
“Why are you always the lucky one?” she said hugging me.
“I dunno.” Was all I said looking at Chase as he shook his bangs out of his face. MEH! Why was he so hot? Tia ignored me all day, but I didn’t care at all she should be dead for beating me up. Chase looked like he wanted to kill her to but instead he clenched his jaw and fists. Being mad made him look like an adorable little boy and made me want him more. I sighed and struggled to pay attention. School dragged on, I was so tired by the end of it that I felt like fainting. I leaned on Chase as we walked to the jeep
“Tired much?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I mumbled groggily, he laughed and opened the door to the jeep I climbed in. As soon as Chase got in I snuggled into his side and fell asleep. I woke up to the lights of Chase’s room dimmed. He was sitting in the corner in a bean bag chair reading the book from LA silently. I sat up slowly, flattening my hair with my hands. He looked up smiled then went back to his book.
“What time is it?” I said pulling the cover up and around me as I felt the chill of the room.
“9” he said putting his book down and coming over to me
“PM?” I said moving over so he could sit.
“Yup. You’ve been out for six hours. Your mom still isn’t home yet.” He said wrapping his arms around me and the blanket making me a lot warmer.
“I hate being home all the time. Its feels so protective.”
“Do you wanna go somewhere? We can disguise you or something.” He offered.
“That would be nice. I bet I have something in my closet” I said getting up and taking his hand. I took him into my room and opened my closet wide.
“Ok so here’s what I’ve got.” I looked up and down my closet dark dark dark dark dark. All the way down. I turned to chase. “No much” I said looking over my shoulder.
“Disguise’s don’t matter.” He said “you look fine the way you are” he said taking my hand and pulling me closer to him. He pressed his lips gently to mine and placed my hand on his shoulder. I stepped closer so that my feet were between his. I pulled my left hand up and around his neck trying to cover my right wrist. My sleeve was sliding down beginning to reveal my scares from the past 14 years. He pulled back and grabbed my right wrist I struggled trying to hold it away.
“Are those…?” he didn’t continue as my whole wrist was showing. Over 20 scares were overlapping each other creating a criss-cross pattern.
“Chase I can… ok I can’t explain” I said looking down ashamed.
“But y?” he said taking it and holding it out tracing the lines with his fingers.
“All those bodyguards that lost there life’s for me. I couldn’t take it. They died because I was careless. Not following the rules. How was I supposed to go on with my life carelessly while people take bullets and stabs for me? It was too much to not do anything.” He let my hand drop and pulled me into his arms.
“Cutting is never the answer. It’s not your fault they were killed. It’s there job to protect you and save you.” He said
“But what about there families? They must hate me knowing they died.” I said a tear running down my cheek.
“There family’s probably miss them. I know I miss mine but it’s a job” he said the last part quickly. I felt a wet spot on my shoulder. Chase was crying.
“Your family Chase.” I said pulling back to look at him. “You left them. Voluntarily. Oh my gosh Chase. I took them away from you didn’t i?” I began to sob and sprinted out of the room. I heard his foot steps behind me but I ran down the stairs through the kitchen grabbed a knife from the counter then out to the back yard around the corner and into the shed. I locked the door behind me and slid down the wall. I followed the old marks slicing slowly. I felt my warm blood run slowly down my wrist. My tears filled my eyes quickly and my vision clouded. I heard a loud sound then the door swung open chase in the door way. I forgot he had a lot more strength then a normal person. “Rouge, listen to me.” Chase held my arms at my sides and I couldn’t run away.
“What happened is not your fault. It is not your fault that your father has so many enemies. It is not your fault you need bodyguards to keep you safe. None of it is your fault.”
“But”-
“Shhh.” He pulled me to him.
“But what about”-
‘Goddammmit, Rouge, for the last freaking time. You are not responsible!”
Tears fell from my eyes. “Chase, what if you die, too?”
“Not going to happen,” he whispered into my hair. “And you don’t need to do this anymore.” he traced a scar on my arm.
I sniffed and nodded into his chest.
“Good.” He kissed the top of my head. “Now, come on.”
“Huh?”
“Weren’t we going to go somewhere?” He picked me up easily in his strong arms. “Except we need a car.”
“That’s a problem. Jackson won’t be here. It’s his break.” I said.
“I can drive, you know.” he rolled his eyes.
“You’re going to hijack the jeep?”
“No. I’m going to borrow the jeep.”
The bulletproof jeep sat there alone, and Chase produced a pair of keys from his pocket. “Don’t ask,” he said as I opened my mouth. I watched as he unlocked the doors, climbed in the driver’s side, and waved me in.
Jackson often played his favorite radio station. Chase watched me play with the dials, exploring the different music. “So.” he said. “Where do you want to go?”
“I thought you had somewhere in mind.”
He shrugged. “I’m your new driver, I guess. Where to?”
I looked up, and the sign out by the movie theater caught my eye. “Movies” I said looking to him and letting a huge smile grow.
“Movie’s it is. Which movie?” he said starting to pullout of the driveway.
“Any movie. As long as you stay by me.” I said watching the streetlights flicker on.
“I’ll always be by you.” He said pulling around the corner into the parking lot. He found a spot quickly and helped me out.
“Ok sooooo…” he said gazing at the movie times “The Night of Mary Anne?” he said taking my hand in his and pulling me to his side. I contemplated this. It was a scary movie. But Chase would b by me. And it’s a murder which would bring back memories. But Chase would be by me. Any way I would have Chase. That’s all I needed.
“Sounds good” I said pulling him through the doors. We bought our tickets then went to the very top in the corner. So I could be scared and not be laughed at. He put his arm around me as soon as the movie started. A loud gun shot rang through the speakers at the very beginning. I jumped off of my seat and snuggled closer to Chase. I looking down the isle and saw a group of five girls, about our age staring like they were mesmerized by Chase looking up and down him. I glared and fitted myself against him as the people on screen began stabbing another character. I shivered as they threw the body into a trash can. That was what happened to my seventh bodyguard. He was stabbed multiple times and they threw him into a pond, he was still alive as he floated and they took me away. I shivered more after my flashback stopped.
I heard screams that weren’t from the speakers. I looked down to see a very large man coming up the isles pushing people as he came closer closing in on me and Chase. Chase stood up quickly as the man came to our row.
“Step aside boy. All I want is her.” His deep voice boomed over the movie sound. People were now staring.
“You won’t lay a hand on her” chase said.
“Then ill have to kill you.” The man took a step closer to Chase. He was almost a foot taller the Chase.
“Not before I kill you” Chase said pulling out a gun quickly shooting the man in the shoulder. The man shrieked while Chase shot his leg, then other leg, then arm.
“Come on” Chase said picking me up quickly and running down the isles in swift movements. He got out of the theater and ran me to the car. He buckled me and got in his side. Started the car and pulled out of the parking lot speeding toward my house. I was silent as all this happened. I got the nerve to speak and after the first word tears started falling.
“Chase” I choked out
“You’re ok baby. Everything’s gonna be ok. You’re safe with me.” He said pulling in to the driveway. He helped me out and we held hands walking into the house.
“Omygosh my baby” my mom yelled running to me and hugging me.
“Where have you to been? We heard about the man being shot by a boy” my dad said glaring at Chase.
“The man was trying to take me daddy.” I said as my mom let me go. I went to Chase holding onto him
“Did you shoot to protect her?” my dad said his tone changing into a softer tone.
“Yes sir. The man also threatened to kill me if i didn’t let him take her. I told him no shot his shoulder both legs and arm. No major bleeding punctures. He will be majorly hospitalized but won’t have a chance to take her.” Chase said strongly
“Very good job Chase. Thank you.” My dad said taking my mom into the kitchen
“Come on. I can tell your about to crack.” Chase said softly taking my hand and climbing the stairs. He made me go to my bed then went to his room. He came into my room holding a necklace. A very small box was hanging from the chain. It had one small jewel on the top.
“This was my moms.” He said sitting on the bed beside me “she said that if I ever met someone close to my heart. Someone that brightened my day. Someone that I loved. That this would show that she would love them too. She told me to give it to that special person.” He said wrapping it around my neck clasping it and pulling my hair out from under it. It hung in the center of my chest. Right above my heart. “It looks perfect on you” he whispered.
“It’s beautiful. I love you” I said moving to him and hugging him. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair.
“I love you too” he whispered right above my ear his lips brushing against my ear I moved closer to Chase his warmth attracted me like bees and pollen. I pressed my lips against his and they molded together. He put his hands on either side of my face cupping it gently. BANG. The shot rang in my ear. We broke apart quickly and Chase pulled me behind him protectively moving out of the room slowly. I heard my mom scream as we made our way down the hall quickly. We looked over the banister to see my mom laying on the floor blood covering her leg. A man was standing over her yelling.
“WHERES THE GIRL!!!” he scram
“MOM!” is scram without thinking. The man swung his head around quickly and lifted his gun. Chase stood in front of me quickly as the man pulled the trigger. I quickly bounced off his chest and fell to the floor. The man’s eyes widened and then he looked at the wall with a steel piece of artwork on the wall. He shot at it. The bullet flew towards it chase tried to move in front of it but he was quick enough. The bullet pierced through my shoulder. I scram in pain. Chase jumped off the banister shaking the floor. The man stepped back. Chase grabbed his gun and shot the man. It hit his shin as he tried to escape. He made it out the door before chase shot again.
November 4th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
hi all! Kurt? life crush? what?
November 4th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
OMG GIRLIES MY WHOLE tOP LAYER OF MY LAPTOP FELL OFF AND I CAN’T GO ON HERE FOR A WHILE NOW
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Chapter 1
The sky was pitched dark that night. Not one star hung above. Just darkness that lay before us. I thought of this as I put my elbows onto both of my bare knees and my head onto my elbows, gazing up into the sky. The wind touched my cheeks slightly and caused a cold chill to run up and down my spine. I shivered and brought my face up from my cheeks and warmed my goose bumped arms with my hands. My teeth chattered and soon the wind was going crazy. Big puffs of coldness knocked me out like a bowling bowl knocking out all ten pins. I quickly got up wanting to get inside oh-so badly. The door to my house was locked. I grew panicky as the wind picked up and was so powerful it could take on a tornado any day. I jiggled the door knob crazily hoping that it would magically open. Yeah right. Fear knotted up in my stomach and twisted and turned. I don’t know why it did this, truly I don’t but it did and I couldn’t seem to make it stop. I turned around and my eyes were locked with glowing red ones. Then darkness washed over me.
My teeth pierced through the girl’s neck and I hit a vein. Blood immediately flowed in my mouth and it landed on my taste buds. I moaned in satisfaction. Then the girl screamed. It was a high pitched scream, loud and clear. It could’ve been heard a mile away. I pulled away from her in anger and growled. I lowered my growl until I was saying nothing. My green eyes observed the girl. Her eyes were a mixture of grey, and green, and her skin was pale from being frightened. Curly brown hair was scattered around her shoulders and back. She wore nothing but a pink t-shirt and shorts. I wiped my mouth with my hand so that her blood would not drip down and stain my shirt. I watched the girl intently and saw that she was trembling. I had frightened her, I thought to myself, and smiled.
“Who, who, who are you?” The girl stuttered and it made me smile.
“Why I’m Jason” I said and smiled bitterly.
“No I mean who are you?” She repeated.
“I’m sorry I don’t understand what you are saying” I said, even though I did. I’d like to see her sweat it. Anger built up in her, I saw it. And then I was caught off guard. She pushed me. It was a good hard shove. If I was a human it would have made my knees go weak and I would’ve probably stumbled down but I stood in place untouched, as if nothing happened.
“You’re a vampire” she said through clenched teeth, answering her question.
“Well yes I am. But who are you?” I asked. She said nothing. I inched forward and picked up a necklace that read Lynette in beautiful cursive.
“Lynette” I whispered. “What a pretty name”.
“Get away from me” she said and tried helplessly to push me away. I stepped closer.
“Stop” she cried.
Then a voice called from a distance.
“Leave her alone”
Jason (thankfully) stepped away from me, and his eyes wandered behind him. He locked eyes with someone and grinned smugly. He stepped away and my eyes glazed around my front yard until my eyes were locked with beautiful pair of hazel eyes. His face was hard but beautiful. His eyes were in almond shape and his lips (which were set in a tight line) were pink and perfect. His curly blonde hair fell delicately over his chiseled face. He wore a pair of jeans and a simple black t-shirt, with black designer sneakers. I couldn’t seem to pull myself away from my stare.
“Well, well, well if it isn’t Brian” he spat the word Brian as if he was saying the word death.
“Leave the girl alone” Brian said again.
“And what if I don’t?” asked Jason. I saw Brian hesitate for a second and his face crease for being worried. Than he quickly slapped it off and looked serious.
“I’ll kill you” he said. Jason laughed like this was the funniest thing on earth.
“Brian, Brian, Brian. You’ve been on a hunt for me for now what three years? And you finally found me feeding off of an innocent girl and you say you’re going to kill me? The last time you encountered with me you said you were going to kill me, and here I am. Alive”. I felt the tension between Brian and Jason. It was so forceful that I could hardly bare it.
“Let the girl go and we will handle this ourselves, there is no need for her to get harmed anymore” Brian compromised.
“Hmm tempting, but I have something better. Why don’t I just kill you and the girl on the spot?” Jason said with a crooked smile. He tapped his pointer finger on his chin as if he was thinking this over. “What do you think Lynette?” he turned towards me. I stood there petrified, not saying anything. He laughed coldly again and it sent a shiver running up and down my spine.
I watched Brian intentionally. I saw him take a deep breathe, as if he was making a big decision.
“Kill me not the girl” Brian said. I turned toward Jason to see his reaction. He didn’t look surprised.
“How about I come back another time?” and with a blink of an eye, Jason was gone.
Jason vanished in the thick cold air. I blinked trying to adjust my eyes and run over what just happened. I seemed to have been lost in my thoughts when I just then noticed the girl whom Jason tried to kill was next to me. She called my name louder as if she called it before but I didn’t hear. How does she know my name anyway?
“BRIAN!” the girl shouted. I turned and looked at her.
“Sorry” I said.
“Wha-what just happened?” she asked. The girl had a pretty heart shaped face that was soft and welcoming. Her wide grey eyes had a hint of green. Her hair was curly and was spilled over her shoulders crazily. She was gorgeous. I sighed.
“Have a seat, this story is gonna be a long one” I said.
“Lynette…”I began but she cut me off.
“How do you know my name?” she asked.
“I know a lot about you Lynette” I confirmed.
“What do you mean?” she asked curiously. I saw a glimpse of fear pass through her eyes.
“Lynette you may not know this, but you have great powers” I explained.
“Great powers? What are you talking about?” She looked quiet frustrated and oh-so confused. I bit my bottom lip to keep me from laughing out loud.
“Lynette have you ever noticed that you can do things others can’t? Have you noticed that you can get whatever you want?” I said. She didn’t say anything.
“Like what about that time when you were five and you wanted a cookie before dinner and your dad said no? Somehow the cookie levitated in the air and landed in your hand. Can you explain that?”
“Ho-how do you know that?” she asked.
“I’ve been watching you trying to keep you from danger. A group of vampires called The Grudge wants you Lynette they want to use you for their own evil plots. Jason, my cousin and the vampire you just witnessed is the leader’s beta. He got this close of capturing you. He was going to make you a vampire so that you have more powers and special abilities and than he was going to bring you to them.
“Good thing I was watching you and came here in time” I finished it off.
“Oh my god” was all Lynette said. She looked so stressed and sad. “What am I exactly?” she asked me looking deeply into my eyes.
“I wouldn’t exactly say you’re a witch Lynette, you’re so much more powerful than one. We don’t know exactly what you are. I wish I had an answer. All we know is that you’re the only one of that nature.”
“Well now I know how Harry Potter felt when he first found out he was a wizard” muttered Lynette. I laughed out loud for the first time in many (many, many) years. A small smile crept up her face at her own joke. Silence than washed over us and we said nothing.
“Tell me everything you know about me” Lynette said, popping our bubble of silence”. I sighed.
“Do you really wanna know?” I asked.
“Of course” she said.
“Well you can do anything you want to do. You just have to focus on it”. Lynette pursed her lips and closed her eyes. After a minute or two, snow trickled down outside and landed gracefully down evaporating into water. I smiled and Lynette’s eyes were soon open again. She smiled also.
“Can I try something else?” she asked her eyes wide with happiness.
“It’s your powers you can do whatever you want with them” I said. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips again. She made the snow come down faster and faster until the ground was coated in it. Then a ball of snow magically appeared and hit me right on the cheek. Lynette bit the inside of her mouth and busted out laughing. I did too. She clapped her hands together joyfully and hit me with another snow ball.
“What else can I do?” she asked. My smile faded.
“Lynette not all of your powers are fun and games, with great powers….” she cut me off.
“Comes with great responsibilities blah-blah-blah, TELL ME!” Lynette said.
“Lynette the things I’m gonna tell you, well you probably wouldn’t notice all this stuff until I do tell you it. And remember you probably never experienced any of it either because you have to want to do it to actually do it” I said. She nodded her head and urged me to go on.
“O.K. there is Clairvoyance. It is the ability to see things far off or well hidden. It can also make you see spirits and angels too. Than there is Clairknesis which makes you feel the presence of spirits and angels around people. Clairsentience allows you to sense subtle feelings, emotions, or energy. In a second you will know of a hidden fact or a forgotten one. Channeling is another one of your powers. Channeling is very dangerous. It allows spirits to communicate through you using your body and they could send messages through your body too.
“You can see the future. You can read minds. You can listen or observe dead spirits. You’re able to see, hear, and feel into the past lives. By touching an object someone once has touched you can instantly know about this person what he looks like, his past, everything about him! Last there is Empathy. Empathy lets you feel others needs and wants. You can pick on these peoples emotions Lynette.” When I was done we both said nothing.
“Have you ever experienced such pain or such bad migraines that you wanted to kill yourself Lynette?” I asked. She nodded, tears running down her cheeks.
“This is because all of these powers you have were never used and when they wanted to break loose and allow you to use them, you wouldn’t allow them too” I said. Lynette stayed silent, her head bowed down. I tilted her head up with my hand.
“Hey you O.K.?” I asked, which was stupid of me. Of course she wasn’t O.K.
“No, I’m scared” she said, a tear escaping from her eye.
“Remember you can only do all of that stuff when you want to, so technically it’s not that bad” I say. Lynette looked at me with doubtful eyes. I sighed.
“You should get some sleep I’ll pick you up tomorrow” I said. Lynette looked at me, her eyes two big question marks.
“Pick me up tomorrow? What are you talking about?” she inquired.
“You’ll find out tomorrow” I said, and just like my cousin I assure you I vanished in thin air.
“What do you mean ‘I don’t have the girl’” demanded Beatrix slowly moving her fingers up and down examining the bright red nail polish she painted on her just seconds ago.
“I mean that I don’t have the girl!” I shrilled. Lucifer tsked at me.
“Jason, Jason, Jason when will you ever learn?” asked Lucifer.
“Listen, I had the girl and I decided not to get her. Not now. She doesn’t even understand what great powers she has! She doesn’t even know! Let poor, pathetic, Brian explain it all to her and then we strike!” I explained to my masters. Lucifer, Beatrix, and I stood in Beatrix’s office the rest of the Grudge members in their rooms doing their daily routines.
“You’re a moron! Brian will obviously tell the girl that we are out to get her and that were bad. You could’ve gotten the girl, told her were good and could’ve fooled her into thinking that she’s using her power for good!” shrieked Beatrix. I winced at her high pitched voice.
“I am sorry bu-.” Beatrix stopped me with a flicker of her hand.
“No buts!” she screeched. “You have no excuses, off to your room now” Beatrix demanded. I bowed my head disappointingly and made my way out of Beatrix’s office. I stopped out before the door and turned around.
“Goodnight my majesty” I said, and bowed down to her. She put her nose high in the air and made a motion with her hands for me to leave. I did as she said. Like always.
As I entered my room a soft wind caressed my cheek and I paused to close my eyes gently and smile. This felt good. I re-opened my eyes and closed the door. When Brian had left it was then that I realized the door was locked and no one was home to open it for me. I remembered my belly getting butterflies as I pursed my lips and closed my eyes and suddenly, poof just like magic the door was opened. Now I stand in my bed room leaning against my wall, eyes closed, with a big grin. Minus all of the side affects of my extrodinary abilities I was excited about it! Actually I was ecstatic! I smoothed my hands onto my cheeks and lowered my hands onto my neck. That was when I remembered about my little incident with Jason. The cut was suppose to be deep and was suppose to be burning like hell but it only left a tiny sting. It felt like getting bit by a bee. Except I experienced being stung by a bee more than once that this sting didn’t hurt much at all. My hand traced the bite marks. I walked into my bathroom and walked up to my vanity which held an oval mirror above. I stretched my neck to get a good look at the bite mark. It healed very quickly and the wound was fading into a purplish blue.
November 4th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
urrr so gay and u dont even like boys
hahahaha byebye
November 4th, 2009 at 3:48 pm
not trying to be stalkerish but i think i know where u live…
November 4th, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Wow sounds lyk a prob to me. But you shouldn’t be to worried about it and anyways it’s not the real you so just be yourself, that’s who everyone wants to be around and don’t let your friend get to you
Peace xoxo
November 4th, 2009 at 3:51 pm
cool costume lisi!!!
hey guys PLEASE check out my new website!! i spent so much time working on it and i hope you all like it!!!
check it out to, lisi!!!
give your opinions ASAP
<3julie<3
http://www.thecliqueisah-mazing.webs.com
November 4th, 2009 at 3:51 pm
made it b4 the 100’s woo-hoo love ya lisi
November 4th, 2009 at 3:53 pm
Lisi,
I sent you an email, about… a year ago and you haven’t replied to it yet. I don’t even remember what it was about. But I was wondering: If I were to send an email right now would you reply? Cuz I read the blah-g, I don’t know what it’s called but the blah-g where you wrote about that girl who wrote you an email and u said you were going to reply to the emails. So ya. thanks.
PS I just finished Charmed and Dangerous it was amazing
November 4th, 2009 at 3:58 pm
Hey Lisi! Great advice to “Goddess”! I wanted to let you know that CAD is sooo ah-mazing! I love it! And it has the best cover in my opinion because silver and gold (hey, mixed metals like in the book!), go so well together! I also liked it because New Year’s is my second favorite holiday.(my first favorite is Chanukah) Anyways, I hope you read comments this far down, because this was the earliest I could get on.
My laptop has been broken and all weird for like 2 weeks now, so I had to use my moms. Bye Lisi! <3
November 4th, 2009 at 4:03 pm
“Forgive And Kiss Ass”…… Genius!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:08 pm
92 person is meee!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:09 pm
yaya
November 4th, 2009 at 4:13 pm
great blog lisi! loved it
November 4th, 2009 at 4:17 pm
heey!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:21 pm
HEY LISI,
sorry for the caps but ii luv ur books and my birthday is on thrusday and i was uhm wondering if u cud uhm send me a shout out i was hoping to get your lastest book and + dnt forget bout the book im writng massie really is turning beta status allica is omega and claire is alpha cuz of alicas new besties{anglea and vanessa simmon look alikes ik i have an active imangination lol} and the rest are just folloers oh ya and dylan and alica hate massia again
THX LISI FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ MY COMMENT
November 4th, 2009 at 4:21 pm
HEY LISI,
sorry for the caps but ii luv ur books and my birthday is on thrusday and i was uhm wondering if u cud uhm send me a shout out i was hoping to get your lastest book and + dnt forget bout the book im writng massie really is turning beta status allica is omega and claire is alpha cuz of alicas new besties{anglea and vanessa simmon look alikes ik i have an active imangination lol} and the rest are just folloers oh ya and dylan and alica hate massia again
THX LISI FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ MY COMMENT
November 4th, 2009 at 4:22 pm
Guysss its nawt supposed to be KISS ass! that wouldnt make sense
November 4th, 2009 at 4:23 pm
Hello.
My name is Georgie. I’ve been going to private school since I was in pre-k. I’m in 8th now. Ever since the clique books came out they were banned from school, and my house. As required reading last year, my class had to read the first one. The point was to see how mean ‘normal’ girls are, and so that we can see were we fit in society; the nice, quiet, girls.
But, honestly, I LOVED the books. I related to Kristin in the fact that I’m poor, and on a scholarship (SHH DON’T TELL ANYONE). Claire and I both love gummies, and want to fit in with the cool girls, but have better friends elsewhere.
So, I totally related and loved the books. But I can’t tell ANYONE this, because I’m supposed to hate them! Even ,y parents had a huge discussion with me about how horrible they are! I want to read the rest of the series, but I can’t! What do I do?
November 4th, 2009 at 4:25 pm
lisi since u had such Gr8 advice last time I was wondering if you or anyone had any advice for the following problem…
I used to have this really good friend her name was grace, and we did like everything together then one day I heard her talking to another friend in the grade and grace was complainy on how much of a pain I was! I was tottally taken off gaurd and hurt! After that I kinda driffed part from here then a year later a new kid came to our school named linda, and she was awesome! she is now my bff! and a MUCH better friend than my old one. But now were all in 8th grade, and it feels like grace is trying to steal linda away from me! Grace makes me feel like loser, I dont want to lose another bff or be to controling ya know? I don’t want to be lycra! what should I do!!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:28 pm
aww georgie that sux!!! Do all ur friends hate them cuz if some one liked them maybe u could borrow them! if ur parnets find them just tell them that u “wanted to realize mor about how “bad” girls can be!” hope that helped gud luck!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:31 pm
Wow Lisi!!! You give such great advice!! That rule can fit into any situation!! YOU ROCK!! =)
November 4th, 2009 at 4:31 pm
No, none of my friends have them! They’re not allowed at school at all, unless you’re reading the first one for seventh grade. All of my friends think that Massie and Alicia are bitches, Kristin is a liar, and Dylan is anorexic. None of them have any of them, and any time they talk about them, it’s always how awful they are!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:33 pm
ughhh pain welll id there like public libary u could go to like “study” then quickly read them :)!!!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:35 pm
i guess….
but like, it’s a small town, and everyone talks to each other. the librarian would tell my parents :I
November 4th, 2009 at 4:36 pm
omg georgie i feel so bad for you! maybe you could go to a library or see if you can find some of the books chapter online!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:36 pm
I was the first person in my grade where I go to school at to discover The Clique, over a year ago. I told my best friend, who started getting them from her library to read. And then the rest of the girls went out and bought like half the series and talked about them like they were the first ones to discover them, when I was. I don’t know, it just sort of annoys me sometimes.
November 4th, 2009 at 4:36 pm
i’ve already read all of the book chapters online
November 4th, 2009 at 4:39 pm
ughhh x1000 umm lemme see could u reason wit ur parents like sencinble argueing in my expericne if u prsent a reason and a well thouhght out POLITE argument ur parents will giv it a try. Thats how I GOT facebook! or maybe like offfer to hav them read them first.
November 4th, 2009 at 4:41 pm
I’ll try
November 4th, 2009 at 4:42 pm
UGH! I got like 12th, but i coulda been first! I WAS POSTING ON THE BOOGAR BLOG WHEN THIS GOT POSTED!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:42 pm
oh i will be starting cad in a few days when i finish eclipse.
November 4th, 2009 at 4:43 pm
Jut a question georgie do u go to an all girls school????
November 4th, 2009 at 4:45 pm
Georgie that stinks! Sorry girl
November 4th, 2009 at 4:45 pm
anybody there?
November 4th, 2009 at 4:47 pm
I’m still here!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:47 pm
Hey Lisi! I love your books. that advice you gave was GREAT! So… i need advice.
I have this ground of friends. It’s primarily me, my sister, and two other girls. Sometimes other girls hang out with us. One of the girls in a cheerleader. The other is just… normal i guess you could call it. Anyways, the cheerleader (who tells us she absolutly HATES it, but there are literally 20 other girls at my school who would gladly take her spot on the squad) has another cheerleader friend on the cheer squad. (We’ll call the cheerleader friend Best, because she thinks she’s the best at everything) Well, we think she is trying to get the group apart. Best tells our friend mean things about us and she always hangs out with our friend. She has been mean in the past to us before she ever met our friend. We tried to tell our friend Best was trying to break us apart, but she just brushed it off. What do we do to keep the friendship and… not get rid of, but kind of ‘push away’ Best? Thanks Lisi!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:48 pm
i got CAD!
soo excited, my friend let me read it for my birthday which i ddnt get a shout- out to, but thats okay. 
November 4th, 2009 at 4:49 pm
Oops typo! I meant group instead of ground ha ha.
November 4th, 2009 at 4:51 pm
oh, wow. Georgie that must suck & i would loveeeee for lisi to answer ur question, would it be a ppropraite to make a petition. cause this is like serious in a clique way…
November 4th, 2009 at 4:56 pm
lol I luvvv mina’s Idea PETITION! gud luck georgie!
November 4th, 2009 at 4:58 pm
OMG LISI I HAVE THE BEST IDEA!
i came up with it when i was unloading the dishwasher
Well, lots of people are asking for your advise and stuff, but you may not have time to give it, when you are writing a billion books and stuff. So your website. is way more then the clique. This blog is a big part of it, and us girls talk to each other about alot of things, and we really like each other. So whaat if you made an advice section on your website? Anybody can post something they need help with weather it be about boys to bras, grades to mean girls, and anything in between. Then other poeple like me and anybody else can post advice, like we do here! I mean come AWN! You can’t NOT like that idea. I understand how it would mean adding a page to your website. But think about all the girls we could help with this! please think it over and post your ideas and comments on the ideas on your next blah-g entry!!! BTW- Anybody who reads this and likes the ideas can say so, right here on the blah-g =)
November 4th, 2009 at 5:01 pm
hey guys tell me if you like the idea.
November 4th, 2009 at 5:02 pm
ahhhh I luvv ur Idea Francesca cuzz everyone needs advice!!!!!!
November 4th, 2009 at 5:03 pm
I know! I think Lisi would love the ideas because everybody needs a little girl advice sometimes
November 4th, 2009 at 5:08 pm
Hey lisi i have a question!
Does Claire own her own suitcase? haha cause in Dial L for loser and the pretty committee strikes back, she uses Todds hokey bag. and in Bratfast at tiffaneys she uses his wheelie suitcase for a backpack.
haha i just thought it was a funny side note (: maybe she gets a new one for christmas (: hahaha
thanks (: Betsy
November 4th, 2009 at 5:09 pm
or maybe like chat room thing for advice so u could talk one on one with some one that woulld be nice!
November 4th, 2009 at 5:11 pm
Hey Lisi! Your advice was really good
And Francesca that is an awesome idea!
About 4 years ago, in my class, we created a class newspaper. I was the advice-columnist, and I loved it!
I would totally love to give people advice.
ALSO I HAVE A DELIMMA:
So there’s this boy I really like. We have known each other for about three years, but during the summer was when I really found my feelings for him. We text all the time, and we’re always so flirty. But he really likes my best friend. We don’t get mad at each other, because that’s not how we are. I told him that I liked him, and said if he didn’t like me back we could just remain being friends. And he replied “let’s just be friends”.
We never really talk in school, but when we’re texting…it’s like we’re best friends! Which we say we are.
Like at our last dance, I danced with him because a week before my best friend had told him I wanted to dance with him. And I texted him and said “I never told *my best friend* to ask you that. You don’t have to.” And he replied back “I wanna”
So we’re supposed to have another dance soon, and today I asked if he’d like to dance with me again. And he said of course. He also admitted that when he danced with my BFF it was awkward, but not with me. Which is weird cause it was awkward when I danced with him.
Anyway, I really like him. I think about him a lot. During the summer I even had a dream that we kissed! HAHAHA. And then I didn’t really have feelings for him..but when I woke up I did. *THEY HAD ALWAYS KINDA BEEN THERE DURING THE END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR LAST YEAR*
So what do I do? I wanna tell him I still like him. In fact, I thought I was totally over him…but I asked myself how could I ever be?
HAHA THIS HAS BEEN VERY LONG, I KNOW.
Please click my name and go to my blog if you are interested!
November 4th, 2009 at 5:11 pm
Well chat rooms can ge tout of hand sometimes, and so many people would be talking at once it would be hard to tell what they are talking ABOUT.
November 4th, 2009 at 5:18 pm
Can anyone help with the question above??
November 4th, 2009 at 5:21 pm
true true
November 4th, 2009 at 5:21 pm
i just left a comment and it was REEEALLY long but where did it go????? IT DISSAPEARED! OMG
November 4th, 2009 at 5:23 pm
I’mm so srry kayla I would luv to help because belive me I havv soo been there but I hav to do stuiped home work gud luck!
November 4th, 2009 at 5:26 pm
im soooo mad i put sos much effort into that comment and ITS NOT THERE!!!! ugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
November 4th, 2009 at 5:26 pm
Thanks geaorgia!
I have to do homework too.
Bye everyone
P.S. if anyone would like to give me advice you can post it as a comment on my blog! thnxx!
November 4th, 2009 at 5:27 pm
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I was thinking that maybe you could arrange a monthly contest on your site for us wannabe writers. I’m sure all of us WWs want some recognition on our stories; so how about each month, people submit a story and you could read them and pick a winner and have the winner’s story posted on your blah-g or something. I’m sure people would like this contest and I do hope you put this into consideration Lisi!
I know it’s going to be a lot of stories for you to read but if you think it’s too much, then don’t do it. Us fans don’t want you to have too much on your plate since you’re already working hard on your ah-mazing novels. Thanks! Oh and girls, if you like this idea, please comment and tell Lisi that this is a good idea so it can actually work!
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November 4th, 2009 at 5:28 pm
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I was thinking that maybe you could arrange a monthly contest on your site for us wannabe writers. I’m sure all of us WWs want some recognition on our stories; so how about each month, people submit a story and you could read them and pick a winner and have the winner’s story posted on your blah-g or something. I’m sure people would like this contest and I do hope you put this into consideration Lisi!
I know it’s going to be a lot of stories for you to read but if you think it’s too much, then don’t do it. Us fans don’t want you to have too much on your plate since you’re already working hard on your ah-mazing novels. Thanks! Oh and girls, if you like this idea, please comment and tell Lisi that this is a good idea so it can actually work!
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November 4th, 2009 at 5:28 pm
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I was thinking that maybe you could arrange a monthly contest on your site for us wannabe writers. I’m sure all of us WWs want some recognition on our stories; so how about each month, people submit a story and you could read them and pick a winner and have the winner’s story posted on your blah-g or something. I’m sure people would like this contest and I do hope you put this into consideration Lisi!
I know it’s going to be a lot of stories for you to read but if you think it’s too much, then don’t do it. Us fans don’t want you to have too much on your plate since you’re already working hard on your ah-mazing novels. Thanks! Oh and girls, if you like this idea, please comment and tell Lisi that this is a good idea so it can actually work!
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November 4th, 2009 at 5:29 pm
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I was thinking that maybe you could arrange a monthly contest on your site for us wannabe writers. I’m sure all of us WWs want some recognition on our stories; so how about each month, people submit a story and you could read them and pick a winner and have the winner’s story posted on your blah-g or something. I’m sure people would like this contest and I do hope you put this into consideration Lisi!
I know it’s going to be a lot of stories for you to read but if you think it’s too much, then don’t do it. Us fans don’t want you to have too much on your plate since you’re already working hard on your ah-mazing novels. Thanks! Oh and girls, if you like this idea, please comment and tell Lisi that this is a good idea so it can actually work!
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November 4th, 2009 at 5:33 pm
CH1
CHICAGO
ST. FREDERICK’S MEMORIAL HOSPITAL
Thursday, June 20th, 6:06am
At exactly 6:06am on June 20th, 1996
a shrill high-pitched scream of a new-born baby girl pierced the silence in St. Frederick’s Memorial Hospital. It could be heard very clearly, even with the clash of thunder that sounded outside and the pounding rain lashing at the windows. Just as the scream shattered the calmness of St. Frederick’s, a ray of sunshine seemed to have broken through the heavy, ominous black clouds
in the sky and shone like a spotlight on Natalia Brookmill’s new born baby girl, Stephanie Rae-Anne Brookmill. Her middle name was Rae-Anne because of the ray of sun that had appeared at the exact time she was born. While delivering Stephanie, Natalia Brookmill hadn’t experienced so much pain in her whole 26 years of living. Family members of the Brookmills all gushed over this adorable new baby, which weighed 6.5 pounds and had little tufts of blonde hair and eyes that looked almost like sapphires. Stephanie’s older sister, Sabrina, who was four years old at the time, didn’t seem too happy about this random new-born baby intruding on her already perfect life. She didn’t want her mom giving up all her free time just to look after this baby. If this did happen, Sabrina just knew that her mom would forget about her. And her dad (Brent) was wayyyy too busy, being the CEO of his own company, to have time to go shopping with her or drive her to her friend’s house for that matter. Other family of the Brookmills were busy giving Natalia and Brent their gifts for this new baby. Cribs, warm-looking cashmere sweaters, stuffed animals, pacifiers, bottles, and pajamas were getting stacked beside the window facing the bed. As Sabrina recalled this later on in her life, she knew that she had under-estimated her sister. Because on June 20th, 1996, a true alpha had risen.
CH2
CHICAGO
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, STEPHANIE’S BEDROOM
Friday July 1st, 6:35pm (13 years later)
The Brookmill family had just finished a calm and peaceful dinner. For once in 3 weeks, the whole family had been at the dinner table together. It was usually Sabrina or Brent not in attendance for dinner. Sabrina was usually with her boyfriend Gabe on a date or at her BFF’s house. It was the summer right after her senior prom and she was officially free of High School forever. Her excuse was that she was ‘trying to spend as much time as possible with her Clique before college started and they were separated.’ Brent was the CEO of his own company and usually came home at 8:00pm ‘cause he was so busy in office everyday. So dinner at the Brookmill house was usually just Natalia, Stephanie, Stephanie’s younger sister Shannon who was 11 years old and their house-keeper, May. Stephanie liked Shannon better than Sabrina. She didn’t know why, but Sabrina just hated her since the day she was born. It was like she was a mud-covered, smelly, scrawny cat which was opposite of true. Stephanie knew that she was at least one of the top-three beautiful girls at her private school that she attended, Cambridge Prep which was located in the heart of downtown Chicago. Stephanie was thinking about all this as she was brushing the fur of her adorable white yorkie terrier, Marshmallow. Oh whatever, she thought, it’s Sabrina who’s gonna miss out on all the fun. Anyways, she didn’t need her sister. In her opinion, she was much prettier than her sister. Sabrina had wavy brown hair, a pointy chin, chestnut eyes and high cheekbones. It was your usual brunette beauty. And plus, don’t blondes have more fun?
At that moment, Stephanie’s mom, Natalia came in with her husband. They had very nervous looks on their faces, as if they were about to reveal something they didn’t want anyone else to know.
“Hi sweetheart, what are you doing?”
“Just brushing Marshmallow.”
“Uh, well, uh Steph, we have some news.” All of a sudden, Stephanie had mental pictures in her head of another mini-Sabrina being born. Oh, Lord! Please let that not be true! Her expression must’ve showed on her face because her parents said “No, it’s nothing like that.” Phew. OMG, they could be getting a new puppy! How cute, so then Marshmallow could have a playmate.
“Is it a new dog?”
“No.”
“Then is Sabrina moving out of the house?”
“No.”
“Oh, I got it___”
“Steph, we really don’t want to play twenty questions.” At this, her mom sighed. “We’re moving to Beverly Hills. Your father got a really good new promotion for his job and it pays twice as much as this one.” Stephanie could not have been more shocked if Marshmallow had just started to speak English. They were already rich. They didn’t need anymore money as it was. She felt as is if she was falling down a long dark well and everything that she loved in her life were happily waving goodbye from the top. She dropped Marshmallow and didn’t even notice when the dog barked a bark of indignation. This was the first time in Stephanie’s life that she was at a loss for words. “B-b-but what about my Clique, our estate, my school, and everything else here in Chicago??!! And what about our estate? Have you sold it yet?” There were a million other questions that she wanted to ask but she was stunned into silence. She couldn’t believe that her parents had made this decision and hadn’t bothered asking her opinion of it. Her great, no fabulous, 13 years in Chicago were about to end. She couldn’t even bear to think about her BFF’s(Violetta, Stacey, and Anna) reaction to this tragic and horrible x 100000000000 news. Her Clique needed her. She was their alpha. The one who gave them fashion advice, social-anything advice, boy tips, self-presentation advice and regular boosts of confidence. Why her?! Why__
“Stephie?” It was something her parents called her if they were ultra-concerned about her. “We’re really sorry about this and we knew that you weren’t expecting this but the move’s a done deal.” Her mom gave her a warm hug and Stephanie was immediately enveloped in Bvlgari’s perfume fragrance. She heard the faint click of her bedroom door being closed but it sounded so distant, as if she were hearing it from the other end of a phone line. She laid down afterwards on her Louis Vuitton bedspread-covered king size bed, not even bothering to undress. Stephanie stayed up for hours, until finally, at 1 o’clock in the morning, she cried herself to sleep.
CH3
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, STEPHANIE’S BEDROOM
Saturday, July 2nd
10:52am
Late in the morning, Stephanie woke up to the sound of clattering dishes. Oh great, she thought, we’re probably already starting to pack some of our dishes away. She changed out of her hot pink satin shorts and black Charlotte Ronson silk halter top and put on a coral mini-skirt, and a delicate white Marc Jacobs cotton spaghetti strap with lace. She was at least an eight. After that, she spritzed herself with Marc Jacobs Daisy perfume, grabbed her gold Motorola Razr then walked down the stairs for breakfast. No one was at the huge oval shaped dining table made of cherry wood. Natalia was probably out on her morning jog, Sabrina was most likely at the mall ransacking the shelves at Chanel, Shannon was probably IMing her BFFs and Brent was at work again. Stephanie glanced up at the clock on the stove and saw that it read 11:11am.Time to make a wish. She wished that somehow or other, they wouldn’t have to move out of Chicago to Beverly Hills. She hoped and hoped for her wish to come true but knew that all this wishing was just wasting her time. Her parents had already said that it was a done deal. Sighing with depression, Stephanie screamed for May. “Yes, m’dear?” came the sound of a fifty-something year old woman coming up the stairs leading to their humongous basement.
“Could you prepare some French toast along with some fresh fruit? Bacon would be nice too.” Last night’s crying session had made her hungry. “Certainly, m’dear” replied May. As soon as May disappeared into the kitchen, Stephanie immediately started texting her friends.
Stephanie: Whuzzup? I was wondering if you guys wanted to hang at my house today pool party?? She tried masking her sadness with smiley emoticons. Seconds later, ding.
Violetta: What’s with all the smileys? Something’s gotta be wrong.
Sigh, she knew that she could never fake out her BFFs. They knew her too well.
Anna: Yeah, whattup w/ that?
Stacey : Dang,girl, why act like a Frauda?
Stephanie: ??????
Stacey: Why act all fake?
Stephanie: I’ll tell you guys at the pool party. At 1:00pm
Anna: I just got this adorable yellow floral print bikini from alice+olivia.
Stephanie: Gtg, May’s here.
It was true. May had just appeared with breakfast. Part of the reason she signed off was also because she didn’t want to burst into tears while texting her BFFs. God, she’d miss them like hell. And how soon would they be moving out of their estate? Stephanie was too shocked last night to bother asking. The instant the sweet smell of French toast mixed with maple syrup entered her mouth, she was instantly calmed. She decided to keep positive about this whole situation and have the most fun she ever had with her BFFs, even if she had to act like a Frauda to achieve that.
CH4
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, INDOOR POOL
Saturday, July 2nd
12:51pm
“What should I wear, what should I wear, what should I wear??” Stephanie kept mumbling to herself. Ughhhhh. If only she was in a better mood, the choice might’ve been easier. Her wardrobe was just not cooperating with her today. She was in her huge walk-in closet that was probably as big as a normal bedroom. She had 11 options of bikinis laid out in front of her. After five minutes of pondering, she finally decided on option five= a black Chanel bikini. She grabbed a baby pink towel from the towel rack in her beach-inspired washroom, snatched up a pair of Juicy flip-flops, then padded her way down to their indoor pool. It was at least ten feet deep and it had a diving board also. She called for May again to prepare some summer-y snacks. Within two minutes, VSA (Violetta, Stacey, Anna) came running down the steps toward Stephanie, who was on the diving board. They screamed ‘Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy’ but Stephanie pretended not to hear. Then she did a perfect swan dive and landed gracefully in the water. She stayed under water for 5 seconds, and like a supermodel in an advertising print campaign for bikinis, then emerged to the sound of applause.
“Oh my guh-od. Love the Chanel bikini. Looks great against your blonde curls.” Violetta cried.
“ Two letters. TT.” Said Anna. She had been making up abrievations since forever. Stephanie knew that if you had achieved a Total Ten then your outfit, or in her case, bikini was beyond being beyond.
“Sooooo, uh, what’s the big news?” asked Violetta. God, could her beta not understand that this was a time for fun, not exploding into waterworks?
“Tell ya later” replied Stephanie. As she did so, she turned on the radio and P!nk’s ‘So What’ bleated through the whole room.
‘So, so what, I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves and I don’t need you’
At the rock star part, Stacey pretended to play an invisible guitar while rocking her head back and forth. This made everyone laugh. When Britney’s ‘Circus’ came on, everyone dive-bombed into the pool, not caring that they were acting like drunk people. Inflated rafts, noodles and boards were thrown into the pool as if they were confetti. They were having so much fun that they didn’t even notice when May arrived with watermelon/raspberry smoothies, pitas with hummus, chips, mini-subs and gummie kebabs.
At 2:45, everyone got tired and started hungrily munching on the snacks. All three pairs of eyes were on Stephanie with expectant and anxious looks on their faces. Stephanie surrendered under their looks and sighed a deep heavy sigh. “I’m moving to Beverly Hills.” Violetta dropped her pita, Stacey choked on her smoothie, and Anna almost hit the inside of her mouth with her kebab stick. They all stared at her as if she had red and green teeth. “No really.” Anna said. “Yes really.” Replied Stephanie with a trace of a sniffle. Immediately, VSA ditched their food and came running toward her with open arms. All of a sudden, Stephanie was enveloped in Violetta’s sharp, gentle, floral Nina Ricci perfume, Stacey’s romantic Ralph Lauren fragrance and the scent of Anna’s fresh, clean and delicate Miss Dior Chérie. When mixed together with her Marc Jacobs Daisy, it smelled bittersweet. But she refused to show her tears, even though they were rapidly gathering in the corners of her eyes. Like a true alpha, she’d never let people think she was ever a Frauda. She wasn’t cheap and fake. It was like she was a Prada, and everyone else was a cheap Ardene tote. She was prettier then them on the outside, had a high-quality standard to it, texture/material was richer and every one of those Ardenes wanted to be just like a Prada but could never make that transformation. It was like Layne and Massie from the Clique, a weed and a rose, a broken down truck and a Mercedes. And Stephanie was going to live up to her Prada standard, even if this move was about to ruin anything and everything.
November 4th, 2009 at 5:34 pm
CH5
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, LIVING ROOM
Saturday, July 2nd
3:38pm
After her friends had left, and Stephanie was alone with no one but her mom, she asked the few questions that she desperately needed to ask.
“Mom, when exactly is this move?”
“In a week, dear. Actually, more like 5 days.”
“Five days?! You could’ve forwarned me like at least a month earlier so I could’ve prepared for this huge blow.”
“Steph, we really don’t want you to be mad about this. I for one, thought you’d be excited for this move because y__”
“Mom, does it look like I’m excited? And how could you think that ditching my BFFs forever classifies as exciting??”
“Stephanie Rae-Anne Brookmill, let me finish. I thought you’d be excited because you’ve always raved about how you wanted to be one of those Cali girls that sun-tanned at the beach everyday and went to an exclusive private school. You’ve always wanted to visit Beverly Hills.”
“Uh, mom FYI you can tan perfectly well at the beach here in Chicago and Cambridge Prep is already an exclusive private school for rich girls who have the potential to be successful. Yes, I do want to visit Beverly Hills not move there!”
“Which reminds me, we need to call the First Rate movers now to let them know that they should come on Thursday.”
“Steph, I need you to clean out your closet and figure out which clothes you want and which you don’t. Put the clothes you don’t want in a garbage bag and bring it down to the kitchen in an hour. I’ll have May ship it to the Free the Children clothing donation. The other day, I saw a silver Gucci scarf that you got a year ago and never seem to have worn yet.”
Whatttttttt?! It was like this move was changing her family members too. Since when had her mom been into charity? Well, she was right there was a Gucci scarf that she’d never worn yet. And come to think of it, there was also a pretty aqua Chanel blouse that was out of date too. As Stephanie started rummaging around in her closet she thought, Well it might take my mind off my friend’s sad looks when they left. To them, it seemed like the end of the world which was kind of true. They looked up to her. Sure, they were definitely pretty, had great senses of humour/taste in fashion, and they were the Pradas of their school. They stood out among the sea of Ardene totes. Violetta Tang had an exotic Asian beauty that was rare. She had the closest thing to amber eyes that Stephanie had ever seen, and exquisite straight black hair with wispy side-swept bangs. Her features were pretty and she had a perfect nose. Stacey Gibson had navy eyes and wavy dark brown hair with dirty blonde highlights. Her lips were heart-shaped and she had the best legs. Anna Rectler had auburn hair that was impeccably straight and pretty green eyes with long lashes and high cheekbones. After brooding over these thoughts for more than forty minutes, Stephanie was done her reject pile that was to be sent to charity. It had at least 20 pieces of outdated clothing that were cute-looking. The reject pile included two Louis Vuitton scarves, a cashmere Theory sweater, five pairs of True Religion/Seven jeans, a Burberry jacket and plaid rainboots, her never-worn Gucci scarf, her aqua Chanel blouse and a couple more things. Once she was done, she lugged her garbage bag down to the living room where her mom was watching the Tyra Banks show. “Mayyyyyyyyyyy!” Stephanie screamed. A second later, May came dashing into the living room. “The donation for Free the Children.” Then she kicked the bag to her. Then out of pure frustration, she stomped up the stairs with her Jimmy Choo heels scuffing the wood of the winding staircase. When she reached her room, Natalia’s voice came through the green-apple shaped intercom next to Stephanie’s gold Dell computer. “Stop scuffing the wood, the new owner is coming tomorrow to see the house again.” Stephanie sighed with frustration. Then she glanced around her room. Her room was well designed enough that the people at Pottery Barn should put up a poster of it in their store. It was all white with a touch of gold here and there. Oh and the green intercom. She had a white Louis Vuitton bedspread with matching pillows. Her bed was shaped like a circle and was a king size one. Marshmallow had a little doggie bed that was like a mini-version of her real-life one. On a painted-white mahogany table stood her gold Dell computer and her green-apple intercom. She had a 70 inch flat-screen TV with over 700 channels on it. Right next to her bed was a gold mini-fridge and on top of her room was a disco ball. Her closet doors were made of mirror and the inside was huge. It had spotlights on the ceiling that shined on the spring, summer, fall and winter sections of her closet. In the middle of the closet was a huge rotating circular shelf full of shoes. Right beside the first rotating shelf stood another circular rotating shelf that held tons of jewelry. On another shelf, it looked like a collage of purses, totes, wallets, clutches and bags were neatly arranged by designer name. And of course, the shoes, jewelry and clothes were all designer as well. Right outside the closet, she had a gold vanity filled with CoverGirl , Marc Jacobs, M.A.C. products and Sassy Sophistication lip gloss. Every day a new lip gloss and balm arrived at the Brookmill doorstep for Stephanie. It was an exclusive brand made by Sassy Sophie, as she was known by. And matching the gold vanity was a gold director’s chair. Her washroom was painted so that it looked like a day at the beach. The flooring looked like sand and there were painted beach umbrellas at certain intervals of the room. There were waves painted on the walls and real-looking shells and rocks so that it looked like the walls were immersed under water. She had a big white egg-shaped tub with nozzles set along the side and was being supported by four gold-painted paws. Her shower had glass doors and a big nozzle set at the top. Her toilet seat was painted gold and her sink had gold swan-shaped taps. There were yellow, light pink and white towels on racks right outside the shower. She was gonna miss her room so much. It was fit for a princess. Her mom had told her that she was gonna have a painter come over and paint everything back to it’s original color: a horrible beige. Like everything else in her life, her room was also gonna change, but not for the better. She prayed to god again that a miracle would happen before Thursday but unless her dad changed his mind, that was not gonna happen. The move was coming at her like a speeding train and there was no way she could stop it.
CH6
THE MALL, FOOD COURT
Sunday, July 3rd
1:14pm
Trying to spend as much time as possible with her BFFs, Stephanie had planned out a schedule for all of them:
Sunday July 3rd
*Shop till we drop at the mall
*Gossip session at Baskin Robbins
Monday July 4th
*Amusement park celebrating July 4th!! Fireworks at the end
* Bring plastic bags in case puke
Tuesday July 5th
*Spa- day at home with the girls inc. facials, skin-care, mani-pedis, massages, waxing (if needed), body-wraps and polishes, vichy, swiss shower and make-up applications
Wednesday, July 6th
*Day at the beach
*Screening party. Movie marathon!
*Sleepover at night
Thursday July 7th
*Family&Friends BBQ at Brookmill Estate
*Bring waterproof mascara. You’ll need it
*Hugs&Kisses! Goodbye VSA! x 100000
After reviewing her well-written schedule, Stephanie shared it with VSA. They were all excited about the five days of fabulousness that were ahead of them but couldn’t really bring their eyes to read the plan for Thursday. They knew that if their alpha had left them, they’d emotionally die. None of the 4 girls mentioned the move, which Stephanie took to be a good thing. They were just finishing up their A&W lunch and heading over to Baskin Robbins for their daily gossip session. Everyone ordered a different thing: Stephanie-a cappuccino blast, Violetta-a wild mango bold breeze smoothie, Stacey-a reese peanut butter cup sundae and Anna- a superfudge truffle ice cream cone. Stephanie paid for all their ice-cream as a little treat. The moment they all sat down, the gossip began.
“I have a piece of gossip that’s worth five-hundred G-points.” Violetta said.” I heard on Facebook that Hanna, Sabrina’s “friend” peed in her pajamas while she was watching a scary movie with her cousin. She didn’t even notice it until her sleeping bag was all wet.” Everyone laughed at this. “You totally earned your points.” said Stephanie. Violetta beamed with pride. She was now leading in G-points by 1000. Every week, the girl that had the most G-points was awarded a small treat from their alpha. Last week, it had been a deep purple bottle of Essie nail polish. This week it was gonna be a small Coach make-up bag, big enough to put your mascara, blush and lip-gloss in so that when you put them in your purse, they won’t get crushed by wallets and who knew what else. The reason why Stephanie didn’t bother giving out all these treats was because her mom’s best friend owned a department store that was full of designer brands of make-up. And she kept on giving them all these free stuff. They had tons of Essie nail polish and Coach make-up bags left. Her mom had wanted to throw them into the garbage, but Stephanie thought it might be a better idea to give them to her friends as G-point prizes. It was obvious that Violetta was gonna win for the fifth time in a row.
“I have a piece of gossip.” stated Stephanie.
“Worth”, asked Anna?
“Three hundred.”
“Well start spilling like an overturned bottle of pop.”
“Ok, so you know Gabby Grayhill from Cambridge?” They all nodded yes. “Well, she’s a bit (cough) major loser and lord knows how this happened, but she apparently got a date with Dan Birks.” When she said ‘Dan Birks’, she looked at Anna to see how she would take this news. As she had expected, Anna became quite still. Dan was her ex-boyfriend and there was a little part of her that still wasn’t over him yet even after being his ex for two months already. Then after a few seconds, she recovered and said “Whatevs, I’m over him times a 100.” But everyone knew she was lying. She was probably saying in her head how such a dorky girl got accepted on a date by Dan Birks? Gabby Grayhill was in the nerd group at school and was usually seen listening to her cheap mp3 alone at break or else reading a Harry Potter book. She was a member of the chess and knitting club. Her wardrobe was all Winners and her shoes looked like they had suffered significantly. She wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and probably couldn’t tell the difference between plaids and stripes. She had pink braces, her proportions and her face were actually ok-looking and she was the tallest girl at Cambridge. She towered at least a head over every other girl at Cambridge. How Dan could’ve fallen for her was an utter mystery. To make Anna feel better, Stephanie said “She’s so tall that she’s gonna have to stoop down like the Hunch-Back of No-Très-Dumb when she kisses Dan.” Everyone lol’ed. This made Anna feel better.
After shopping for three and a half hours, SVSA piled up in Stephanie’s white Lincoln-limo while Stephanie’s driver, Patrick, started driving each of them home. While in the back-seat of the spacious limo, SVSA laughed and talked about all the jokes, funny pieces of gossip, and stories they made of the people they hated. For the first time in what felt like a decade, Stephanie finally relaxed and let her brain avoid the thought of the move to Beverly Hills like it was smelly fish.
CH7
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, KITCHEN
Thursday, July 7th
9:02am
Finally, the day that Stephanie had been dreading arrived. The day started with a bang, literally. One of the clumsy First Rate Movers people had accidentally tripped over a box containing half of the Brookmill clothes while carrying a stack of delicate china plates that were usually reserved for tea. They had been a wedding gift to Natalia and Brent from one of Natalia’s good friends. The dozen or so plates had fallen from the clumsy hands of the First Rate Mover and clattered onto the hardwood floor, smashing into bits. It was so loud that it gave Marshmallow quite a startle and she refused to come out from under Stephanie’s bed until they gave her a doggie bacon treat.
Thus, Natalia’s anger began. She had screamed at the First Rate Mover for over ten minutes and which caused everyone in the household a headache. Natalia’s bad mood continued throughout breakfast, when she dumped maple syrup so hard on her pancakes that before she knew it, half the table was drenched in syrup. She raged silently to herself about how it had stained her new Lululemon sweats, then stomped upstairs to change. Her bad mood seemed as contagious as a yawn. Brent had finally taken a day off work to help pack, then realised that he had stepped on a small piece of glass from what was remained of the shattered plates. Apparently, May hadn`t cleaned the floor well enough. He swore as the cut on the bottom of his foot started leaking blood. For Sabrina, she was cross because she had to pack everything in her room by herself, having neglected it during the week. Shannon was getting moodier and moodier by the minute, because everyone kept yelling at her to stop playing her annoying Miley Cirus CD. And Stephanie was just mad at the whole world because of the obvious reason. There was no escape now. She was doomed to restart her whole life again. Just thinking about all the time she had spent to make sure that she and her friends were on top and then having to restart it again, made her want to burst into tears. But no way was she going to cry in front of her whole family. And she couldn`t let VSA see her with red puffy eyes on her departing day. She had to look like she was still the ultimate alpha and that today was just another normal Thursday. But she knew that she was going to explode into a fountain when the time came to say her final goodbye. With reluctance, she changed out of her purple silk Victoria Secret PJs, took a 15 minute shower, and started to plan a TT outfit again. She had to look like she was going to a celebrity party, not a Family&Friends Goodbye BBQ. After half an hour of rummaging through her almost-packed closet, she found a perfect hot pink Chloé dress, paired it with black Jimmy Choo heels and a pair of Michael Kors shades. She then spritzed herself with Marc Jacobs Daisy, fluffed up her hair, applied on some mascara, eyeliner, Sassy Sophistication strawberry lip gloss and pinched her cheeks. Oh which reminded her, she had to change her SS lip gloss mailing address. She whipped out her Motorola Razr and sent a message to Sassy Sophie. Done, done and done. She was ready to face the worst.
Natalia had already ordered Dionne McMinster to plan this party a week ago. Dionne was one of the best party planners in the whole of America. She had planned parties for celebrities like Rihanna, Jennifer Aniston and Orlando Bloom. She could be seen in the backyard giving direction to a scrawny guy to move the food table a few more inches right. Stephanie really didn`t know why her mom was making such a huge deal out of this, since it was only a farewell party. I mean, her dad could grill perfect hamburgers and hot dogs, her mom could make some home-made sundaes and grilled corn and a tossed salad but nooooooo, they just had to have some major party planner do it. Her mom liked to overdo everything. While standing on the deck, Stephanie thought about all the good times she had had as a child in this house. It had been hers for 13 years and 17 days. Apart from her room, Stephanie loved the backyard. It was pretty big, contained a trampoline big enough to fit 10 people, a ten-feet deep circular swimming pool with heated warm water, a mini-golf course, a tennis court, a pitch of sand with volleyball nets, a huge deck, some oak and pine trees, large bushy sculptures shaped into animals, a marble fountain piece, and there was a mini-hill at the end of the yard where all the trees stood. It was Stephanie’s go-to place when she became stressed. She still remembered when she would just lie down on the hill and think about life in general, not even caring that her hair was touching dirty grass. Beyond the hill, there were wild-flowers and mushrooms everywhere. Stephanie had asked her dad to set up a hammock there. On one of the bigger trees stood a big tree-house that was painted canary-yellow. On the outside, there was a sign made of white bristle board saying ‘SVSA ONLY’ in purple paint. In the tree-house, there was a small round table and 4 chairs. The table was big enough to fit four six year olds. When SVSA had first met at the age of six, they had formed their Clique. Almost every day after school, the four of them would come to the club-house and do everything they used to do: real tea parties with their Bratz and fashionably dressed Barbies, designing clothes for their Barbies, making clay sculptures to decorate the room with, cutting up images of things they loved from magazines and hanging it from the ceiling. Back then, they didn’t have Marshmallow but the Brookmills had a gray cat named Misty. Misty was the 4 girls club mascot and they used to decorate Misty with wreaths of wildflowers picked from the yard, sometimes even rubbing glitter on her tail. Misty hated it, but the girls all loved it. She laughed quietly to herself. She had still remembered the day when Misty started climbing the long ladder that led up to their clubhouse. Everyone had whipped out their cellphones and taken dozens of pictures. Violetta had even recorded a video and posted it on YouTube.
Between the ages of 11 and 12, Stephanie had ditched the idea of playing in the clubhouse. Instead, she and her friends went shopping, bought tickets to see plays/movies and came to the Brookmill’s home spa to have a relaxing day after cramming hard for end of year tests. There were tons of great memories preserved in the Brookmill house.
Suddenly, a door bell rang and in came Sabrina’s friends, Camilla, Bethany, Victoria and Aimee. Sabrina ran to gush-greet them with open arms. A few minutes later, Shannon’s BFFs, Tamara, Morgan, and Lizzie rang the doorbell. It was already 12:30 and VSA had promised to show up before 12:00. Finally the sound of Violetta’s laugh came through the open front window and Stephanie felt alive again. “Heyyyyyy girls!” Stephanie screamed with fake enthusiasm. “Omg, hey!” they screamed back, obviously trying to conceal their sadness with over-bright smiles. For some reason, Stacey had a bulging Marc Jacobs tote swinging over her shoulders and the moment Anna saw Stephanie raising an questioning eyebrow at Stacey, she said “Come on, let’s get some food. I’m starving.” It was obviously a tactic to lure Stephanie’s thoughts away from the tote, because Anna only ate a sundae in the whole afternoon. SVSA all gathered on the hammock after lunch, talking about all the great memories that the foursome shared together. At one point, Stephanie saw a tear escaping from Violetta’s heavily lidded brown eyes and forced herself to look away. If she saw her beta cry, she knew that she herself would start sobbing uncontrollably.
In what felt like 10 minutes, but really was two hours, Natalia’s voice came out through a microphone for everyone to check the house again in case the Brookmills had left any possessions behind. Stephanie ran up to her room alone, not to check if she had left anything behind, because she had already quadruple-checked, but to have one last look of her fabulous bedroom. Her eyes took in everything, from the gold decorations to her beloved disco-ball. She thought about all the times she had let out her happiness, her sadness, her anger, her despair and her stress in this room. After five minutes, Shannon called Stephanie down for the final goodbyes. Her friends were trying to (but not succeeding) to hold back their tears. They all ran to her with open arms and the four girls collided in a forceful hug, just like the hug they had had on the day of the pool party. VSA were all crying, and it was really hard for Stephanie not to cry. It was about as hard as staying on a bucking bronco with no hand support. But like the true alpha she was, Stephanie didn’t show one single tear. “Love you girls.” Said Stephanie. “You’re all going to be fabulous in the future.” Stephanie knew that her girls had enough skill to survive without her. With their looks, personality, confidence and fabulousness, they’d be sure to make new friends. “Love you Stephanie.” They all said at slightly different times. Stacey was now actually sobbing. They did take direction well and had worn waterproof mascara. By the time the four girls pulled away, Stephanie’s eyes looked like mini-pools of water. Stacey then reached into her Marc Jacobs tote, and produced a magenta and gold scrapbook, an identical photo album, and a limited edition crocodile Prada clutch. ”We’re so sorry that we were late but the Prada clutch arrived at noon and we had to add some finishing touches to the scrapbook/photo album.” Stephanie gasp-sniffled. She knew how hard it must’ve been for her girls to do this for her, especially to get the limited Prada clutch. She pretended to wipe a loose strand of hair away, but really wiping her tears out of her eyes. Receiving it with wet tear-stained hands, Stephanie gushed “I love it.” Then she kissed each and everyone of her girls on the cheek goodbye. She could hear her mom already honking the horn of their Mercedes-Benz. She had to hurry. “Love you bitches!” Their alpha blew air-kisses to her three betas, then rushed out the door, not daring to look back for fear she’d explode into waterworks. When she got in the backseat of the family’s red Mercedes-Benz, she erupted into sobs. As they were starting to reach the outskirts of Chicago, she stole one last glance through her tear-filled eyes at the glamorous life she was leaving behind for good.
CH8
BEVERLY HILLS, HENDERSON RD.
Friday July 8th
9:38pm
After spending a night at a hotel in who knew where, the Brookmills finally arrived at their new home.
Upon first glance of their new estate, Stephanie did feel a bit better knowing that her new home was going to be beside the beach and she was living in a neighbourhood where movie stars lived. She could spot Paris Hilton or somebody and they could become new BFFs…. Stephanie refused to finish that sentence because just thinking about those three letters made her want to tear up again. When they got through the wrought iron gates that separated their house from the rest of the world, Stephanie could see that her mom wasn’t lying. This estate was 10 times bigger than the old estate. It was white with a black roof and there were black shutters on the outside of all 26 windows. There was a huge fountain in their driveway and they had four garages. On the front lawn, there were large oak trees and bushes shaped into animals like the ones back in Chicago. This made Stephanie feel like she was still attached to their old house. Once Brent had stopped their Mercedes-Benz, everyone got out and ran toward the magnificent glass doors.
“How many rooms does it have?”asked Shannon.
“About sixteen, dear” replied Natalia
“Omg , that means I can have a guest-room for when my new BFFs come!” she exclaimed.
New BFFs? Stephanie thought. How could Shannon be so convinced that she was gonna make new friends so soon? And how could she not even look sad upon mentioning the word BFF. It didn’t even seem like she missed Tamara, Morgan and Lizzie. Well then again, Shannon was an optimistic person. Stephanie was also, but she failed to see the bright side of this disastrous situation. How could their parents think that they could be easily fooled into thinking that the move was great just by buying some super expensive and gorgeous house? Sabrina had the same look of disgust on her face, like she had just drank stale milk. This was again one of the rare occasions when she and her sister had agreed.
“Dad hurry up! I want to get in already!” Shannon whined.
“Just looking for the keys”, mumbled Brent in return.
Shannon sighed out her impatience. After a couple more minutes of rummaging, Brent produced the key to Stephanie’s nightmare. When Brent unlocked the door, Shannon, Stephanie and Sabrina gasped accordingly. Shannon ran into the wide front hall with her dirty blond wavy hair leaving the scent of Herbal Essences shampoo behind. The walls were white, with paintings of fruit bowls and 20th century women dressed in puffed sleeved dresses, calmly sipping red wine. The frame of the paintings were all adorned in gold spray-painted leaves. On the right of the front entrance doors stood a huge spiral staircase made of marble. On the left of the front hall was the living room. It was naked right now but with some couches, a flat-screen, some flowers and a glass coffee-table, it’d look so chic. “What are you doing?” demanded Sabrina in her usual cold tone reserved ‘sepcially for Stephanie. She was talking about Stephanie’s wide open tangerine-glossed mouth. “It’s called being impressed.” retorted Stephanie. She was about to say a rude remark on how Sabrina had to wax immediately because her legs were showing some hair. Immediately after she had said that she was impressed, she looked behind her to make sure that her parents hadn’t heard. She still wasn’t ready to give them the satisfaction that they wanted to see. Stephanie ran upstairs to claim the biggest room so she and Sabrina wouldn’t have to fight over it. All the rooms were fairly big with nothing in them. Stephanie decided to choose the far right room, which had a perfect view of the backyard. When she looked down into the garden, she saw a couple of small baby ducks in a pond on the edge of the backyard. There was a huge dirty-covered stretch of grass in the middle of the backyard where the previous owners had obviously put up a blow-up pool. This was so unlike her old home. It would definitely take a long time to get used to. To mark her territory, she spritzed the door with Marc Jacobs Daisy. Now everyone would know that that room was hers. “Stephanieeeeeeeeeee!” screeched her mom. “Whattttttt?” Stephanie screamed back. “Come down here, it’s almost ten and we still have to unpack our beds and PJs.” Stephanie had completely forgotten about that. She quickly ran downstairs to find the front hall’s charm gone, replaced by the un-charming smell of cardboard. When she entered the front hall, the sadness in Stephanie became stronger as she looked around and saw that nothing reminded her of home in Chicago. “What took you?” asked Sabrina. “None of your BeesWAX!” She enunciated the wax part because it was so not alpha to show hairy legs in public. It was a “friendly” hint that Stephanie had given to her sister, knowing that Sabrina was an alpha. She should be thanking me on bended knee, thought Stephanie. With brains like hers, it’ll take her days to notice. And after all, that could totally ruin her social status. Sabrina might be pretty and charming in a way, but she lacked majorly in self presentation, Stephanie thought while unpacking a box marked STEPHANIE CLOTHES. Immediately, the smell of Marc Jacobs Daisy emanated through the hall when the cardboard flaps of the box opened. Well at least something smelled like home thought a very exhausted Stephanie.
CH9
THE BROOKMILL ESATE, 1282 HENDERSON RD.
Saturday, July 9th
10:20am
If someone had been looking down Henderson Road today at 10:20am in the morning, they would’ve thought that it was a peaceful and calm street with birds chirping on the trees and a slight breeze blowing through the air. But if that someone had looked through the window facing the backyard of number 1282, they would’ve thought otherwise.
Stephanie was lying in the fetal position on her king-sized bed, feeling that someone had buried her alive. The only other time she had felt like this was when her BF had dumped her a few months ago. But come on! She’d much rather lose her BF than her BFFs. If her BFFs left her, her BF couldn’t ever in a million years replace them. But if her BF dumped her, VSA could always make her feel 120 percent again by comforting and treating her. And that’s what they had done. Reluctantly, Stephanie let another tear fall from her eyes and add to the mini pools that were just beside her neck. She didn’t even care if there was water on her silk bed. Puh-lease! That was the furthest thing from her mind. She had wayyyyyyy more pressing matters than stained silk. The only time she’ll ever see VSA’s faces again is if she used a web-cam or if she visited them during school holidays. Her eyes were burning and she had refused to eat the 10:00pm dinner of ordered pizza. She’d probably have barfed it all out. Her parents just didn’t understand how much her friends needed her and she needed them. Leaving Chicago had been like leaving her heart behind. How could she survive without it? She felt dehydrated and famished (having had no lunch or dinner). She felt like somebody had crushed her alpha card into pieces with eight inch high Fergie pumps. She was no longer alpha of her Clique. That thought alone made her want to cry and cry until she had no more tears left in her. She had no friends to comfort her and she didn’t even have a go-to place anymore. The only someone she could let out her feelings to was Marshmallow, who was still asleep. Marshmallow was her only hope. She couldn’t tell Sabrina, she’d laugh in her face. Shannon wouldn’t make her feel any better with her talk of new BFFs and her parents weren’t an option either. She was going to erupt if she didn’t tell someone this very minute. She desperately scooped up Marshmallow and lifted her onto the bed. “Marsh, my world is collapsing. I feel so alone and friendless. I can’t see my friends anymore and there’s no one to confide in but you.” Her dog let out a bark, which Stephanie took to be a sign that she was listening to every word. “Nothing’s familiar here, Marsh. Shannon’s already talking about new BFFs. How can that be? I can’t even stand it when people utter those three letters. I still have to keep up my alpha status though but I don’t think I’ll be able to do that what with not being around VSA. They were my betas. And now I feel like I left my heart behind in Chicago. What’s Cambridge gonna do without me? I practically ran the school. It’s gonna socially fall apart Marsh. Mom and Dad are just being pure evil and so is Sabrina but then again she was just born that way. Lord knows how she became an alpha……..”
After talking to her dog for more than 20 minutes, Stephanie did feel a whole lot better. She didn’t feel like a volcano that was about to erupt insecurities anymore. She just desperately needed food and liquids. To quell the noise that her stomach was issuing, Stephanie ran down to the kitchen and looked around for her mom. She was usually up and around at 7:00am making coffee and toast but in her place stood a tall 40 something year old woman who was humming to herself while frying bacon. “Um who are you?” Stephanie asked not even caring that she sounded rude. She had to take her emotions out on someone that wasn’t her parents or they would’ve started grounding her. And that was so not an option. “Oh, hello, you must be Miss Stephanie. Hi my name is Cora and I’m your new house-keeper.” She extended her hand out to shake Stephanie’s. She reluctantly shook it and quickly let go. “Do you like it here in Beverly Hills?” she asked. “Yeah I love it.” Stephanie replied in faux-sweetness. “Well that’s great!” Cora replied. “Not” Stephanie coughed. “Pardon?” asked Cora. “Oh it’s nothing. Just a little cough.” Stephanie smiled sweetly. “That’s good, well what would you like for breakfast?”
“Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll take some chocolate-chip pancakes with hash browns and freshly squeezed orange juice.”
“Ready in ten.” replied Cora.
How had her mom failed to introduce her to their new house-keeper? God, her mom never waited until the last minute to introduce her to someone. What was happening? It was like stepping into a mirror where everything was reversed. While waiting for breakfast to be ready, Stephanie went out onto the deck to get a better view of the beach. Oh, how she’d love to be there right now, sun-tanning and just letting the gentle lapping waves wash off all her depression and insecurities. She looked around her and finally had to accept that she was in a completely different world away from Chicago. The only resemblance was the neighbourhood. It looked exactly like the one they had lived in in Chicago, with big hot tubs and tennis courts in the backyards and long circular driveways with marble fountains. Hopefully, she’d find some new BFFs worthy of being her beta. They had to at least be intelligent, pretty, humorous and loyal. She was bound to find some friends or acquaintances here, where every girl’s parents were famous directors or actors or big businessmen or designers.
“Breakfast, Miss Stephanie!” Cora practically sang. Looking at Cora’s over-bright happiness that was coming from her toothy smile, Stephanie wanted to knock her to the ground. She couldn’t stand when people were being overly cheerful when she was in deep depression. “Thanks,” Stephanie said rather grudgingly. “My pleasure, dear.” Replied Cora
While chewing on the delicious chocolate-chip pancakes Stephanie couldn’t help but think that Cora was an awesome cook. The chocolates just melted into her mouth like a Listerine breath strip. “Mmmmmm, thanks!” Stephanie said to a still-smiling Cora ten minutes later. “Huh?” replied the shocked maid. “Oh, you’re welcome.” For the first time in a couple days, Stephanie had finally said something honest and smiled without the faux-ness.
After breakfast, Stephanie planned to go to the beach. She tried IMing her friends but none of them were on. Then she texted them leaving a message that said “HELPPPPPPPPP!” She then went to inspect her new washroom. It wasn’t as good as the old one but it had to do. It had white sheepskin rugs that were laid on the floor at intervals. The shower looked like the old one except it wasn’t gold. The marble hot-tub was awesome and looked like real crystal. There was a large wood cabinet beside the shower that contained dozens of freshly washed towels and shower caps and sample shampoo like the ones you’d see in hotels. It was chic but Stephanie made a mental note to ask her mom if she could re-paint her washroom/bedroom.
“Mom, where are all my clothes?”
“In your bedroom.” Stephanie looked behind her and saw that several huge cardboard boxes were piled right beside her new walk-in closet. Stephanie walked toward the boxes and started the gruelling work of unpacking all her clothes and purses. After ten minutes of trying to rip at the thick packing tape with her perfectly mani’d nails, she gave it up as a bad job and defeat-sighed. Cora! She thought. How could she have been so stupid?? Why risk ruining her perfect nails when there was someone getting paid to do this tedious work? “Cora! C’mere!” Stephanie screamed. “Comingggggg!” Cora trilled in her annoying sing-songy voice. “I need you to help me unpack my clothes. Make sure not to get stains on the light-wash ones,” Stephanie said, glancing at Cora’s dirty fingers. “Oh, and don’t fold any of them ‘cause no one looks good in wrinkles. Kay thanks!”
“Uh miss Steph, are you sure these are all yours? Surely no one has this much clothes?” Cora said upon glancing at the 20 or so 4 feet high cardboard boxes.
“I’m positively sure these are all mine. If you’re not up for it I can certainly inform my mom on a lower pay check this month.”
“Oh nothing like that Miss Steph. I’d be willing to.” For once Cora’s voice didn’t sound so bright and rainbow-y.
“Then we’re good.” Stephanie smirked as she went to the washroom to brush her teeth. Having unpacked all her washroom necessities last night, she didn’t have to waste more time ruining her French manicured nails trying to hack at un-rippable tape. After taking a 20 minute shower, she emerged smelling like a mix of watermelon, passion fruit, tuberose, caramel apple and mandarins thanks to her Juicy Couture shampoo. Brushing her teeth with her Crest toothpaste made the chocolaty smell of breakfast’s pancakes go away. Unlike other people she didn’t need Crest Whitestrips. Her teeth were already well-kempt for. After applying on her coconut-scented body butter, cleanser, toner, scrub, foundation and perfecta eye cream, and her new delivery of raspberry sorbet Sassy Sophistication gloss, she felt better than ever. Nothing like a good shower and skin-care time like Natalia always said. That was something that Stephanie actually agreed with her mom on. The new and fresh Beverly Hills alpha was ready to show the world what she was really made out of. She was not someone who cried over lost BFFs and was starting to lose her alpha power because of one stupid move. Even though she was.
CH10
STEPHANIE’S NEW BEDROOM
Saturday, July 9th
11:52am
“There. Done, done and done.” Stephanie announced as she proudly emerged from the inside of her walk-in closet. She sounded as though she had just saved a baby from the hungry teeth of a starving tiger. But really she had picked out a selection of swimsuits for her 1st impression to recruit new betas. Being an alpha and admitting that she currently had no betas could seriously damage her status. And who wanted that happening to them? It didn’t even matter that she had just arrived in Beverly Hills less than 24 hours ago. A real alpha never gives excuses. Even at the most crucial times. And all Stephanie had left was her striking beauty and her alpha power. If she lost those, she’d have to spend the rest of her life hanging out with girls like Gabby Grayhill. Not an option at all. She’d sooner get a mushroom cut then let that happen. She laid down the 15 options of bikinis on her bed and pondered as to which one she should debut. It was a hard decision since they were all ah-mazing. Finally, she settled on the final two options: a white BCBG ruffle trim bikini or an all-black bikini with a gold belt attached around the bottoms. Stephanie finally came up with the solution to do a coin-toss. “Heads, go with BCBG. Tails go with black.” Stephanie said to herself. She flicked a random penny with her thumb, it went half a meter in the air and a second later, it landed on her Louis bedspread with an almost inaudible thud. Heads. “Ok, then BCBG it is.” She said as she started to change out of her Juicy Couture sleepwear. Everyone had always said that she looked good in either black or white. I know it reminds some people of a jailhouse but to me they’re flattering colors, Stephanie thought. She was about to ask VSA to rate her choice of swimwear but then remembered that they were miles away, unable to hear her. Trying not to cry at this thought, Stephanie spritzed a cloud of MJ Daisy and walked through it. At least it was familiar.
“Mom, I’m going to the beach!” Stephanie screamed.
“Fine but be back before dinner.” Natalia replied.
“Fine, whatevs” Stephanie murmured to herself. She still wasn’t in the mood to forgive her mom yet. She had made Stephanie restart her whole life again. And for what? Moving to a nicer house? Puh-lease! Grabbing her white towel, her ipod touch, a recent issue of Seventeen Magazine, sunscreen, a pair of white and gold BCBG flip-flops, a beach umbrella,some spare cash and some Versace sunglasses and putting all of them in her yellow beach tote, Stephanie walked through her backyard, opened the white fence, and emerged into a world of sunshine, laughter, happiness and relaxation. None of which she recently had. This was gonna be as easy as applying on lip gloss, Stephanie thought, already loving that half the hotties were staring at her like she was Angelina Jolie randomly appearing at the beach. One even made a “call me” gesture. She smile-winked back. Finally, a boost of confidence had surged through her body like a much-needed dash of water on a very hot day. She laid down her tote right in the heart of the beach. It was a 35 degrees celsius day and super warm. Perfect time for a tan. Stephanie thought. Forget the tanning. She had to find the perfect betas. They had to be ten times better than her old besties. She put on her sunglasses and grabbed her Seventeen magazine. Pretending to read a how-to do up your hair page, Stephanie looked around her behind her sunglasses so people wouldn’t think she was a creepy stalker. By the looks of it, there were tons of pretty girls (mostly blondes) that were dressed in colourful bikinis and lying on towels sun-tanning. There was only one problem. It wasn’t that Stephanie thought that the pretty blondes needed more of an edge, even though they did. It was that every group of girls she laid her eyes upon, that group already had an alpha. This is harder than it looks, Stephanie thought. All of a sudden, one of the PBs looked her way. “Love your bikini,” she called. “Thanks!” Stephanie replied, being honest. There hadn’t been many people complimenting her on her trendy style lately, except her dad, and he didn’t count. The PB’s alpha glared at her, silently reprimanding her not to speak her admiration. She turned her head back into her group’s conversation. Well at least I still have one of the hotties staring at me, she thought. He had dirty blond wavy hair with piercing blue eyes. Adorable. And by the looks of it, he was single. Score! She could ‘accidentally’ trip and fall into his tanned legs. Then again……. Wait a sec. Stephanie finally spotted a girl about her age trying to build a sand castle by herself. She wasn’t facing towards Stephanie but from the looks of it, she had dark brown scraggly hair tied up into two ultra-high ponytails, one on each side of her face. She was wearing a dark purple one piece bathing suit, probably garage sale bought. And she had a zitless back. Stephanie couldn’t get a good look at her face but with a little bit of time, Stephanie could make her look at least nine-worthy. That’s what alphas do. Done, done and done. She got up to introduce herself to Ultra-High Ponytails. She applied on a fresh coat of Sassy Sophistication Raspberry Sorbet lip gloss and walked elegantly toward Ultra-High Ponytails, who was about six meters away. Everyone was staring. Even the PBs. And like a true alpha, she made the attention stay on her. It was like the sun was dutifully shining on her, creating a magnificent bright glow around her body. Three more meters. Quick Stephanie, think of an alpha-worthy approach. She had to make this girl believe that she was her alpha. Even if she didn’t need one. She had to. Her entire social life depended on it. She could say something like “Heyyyyyyyy girl, ‘sup? I have such juicy gossip. You have to hear this, asap.” There that was a good enough intro. Assuming that the girl wasn’t completely stupid and did know how to ‘play along’. Please god, please! She prayed. This scene had to go perfectly. The girl had to act like a total bestie who hadn’t seen her alpha in a long time. One meter. The girl still wasn’t turning around and Stephanie could still feel the familiar heat of all eyes on her. That feeling alone charged her with the confidence that she could pursue this and make it work. Five inches. Four. Three.n Stephanie triggered on her play-along-or-I’ll-make-your-life-miserable look. Two. One. “Heyyyyyyyy girl ‘sup? I have such juicy gossip. You have to hear this asap.” The girl turned around. Finally. Oh. Ma. Guh. Od. The girl looked like a total before picture in the show Look a Like. Stephanie had imagined her to have alarming bright green eyes with naturally thick and long lashes. Rosy cheeks, plump lips and a beauty mark to the right of her nose should’ve completed the look. But instead, she was staring at a girl with dull mud-colored eyes, very few lashes, a small bump on her nose, biggish ears and lips that looked as thin as ribbon. Total disaster. Well, that teaches you to not get your hopes up high, Stephanie. Better expect low and be surprised at the end then get your hopes up, and be disappointed. How could she have made such a huge mistake? This could downgrade her to a loser for life. No wonder no one hung out with this girl. She was unattractive in__
“Ahmahgad, you do? Finally, no one has told me any juicy gossip in soooooo long, I almost thought people forgot about me. Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell meeeeeee!” Ultra High Ponytails practically screamed. Well, at least she understood her play-along-or-I’ll-make-your-life-miserable look Stephanie thought, UHP’s semi-scream slapping her back to reality. She wasn’t completely stupid. She must be insanely lonely, Stephanie thought. Poor girl. “ Tell ya later. Oh and by the way, I’m Stephanie. Stephanie Brookmill.”
“I’m Mira. Mira Shelly.” Mira replied, her smile so big that it looked like it was attached to the bottoms of her ears. Which basically confirmed that she had zero friends. “So what’s up?” Stephanie asked. “Not much. I’m so bored these days. My friend’s away this summer. She went to Washington to stay with relatives and well, there are a few girls on my block who go to L.A. Prep but they’re all serious female dogs. And by female dogs, I mean if you turned up to school with a zit, they’ll take a picture of you with their super expensive cell phones and put it in the school’s yearbook.” Stephanie tried not to laugh at the last part because that’s exactly what VSA and herself would’ve done. Stephanie desperately didn’t want anyone to see her hanging out with this loser. But then again, she was extremely friendless at the moment and she wasn’t in the state to be ditching the only person that was talking to her. Stephanie decided to put Mira to the test by taking her shopping. She wanted to know which designer Mira liked to wear, and what she knew about the fashion world. If she had great style, Stephanie could take her on, give her an extreme makeover and train her on how to be the perfect beta. Done, done and done. “Kay, here’s the deal. Do you want to go shopping today at Melrose Avenue with me?” Stephanie asked.
“Do I look like stupid?” Mira responded. Stephanie tried not to laugh at this part. “Of course I’d love to come. No one’s asked me out shopping in so long.”
“So, when can you pick me up?” Mira asked.
“What? I was gonna meet you there wasn’t I?” Stephanie responded. Suddenly everybody just stopped looking her way as though Stephanie were hanging out with a three-legged rabid dog. She had to get her audience back. But how? “Ok, Mira play along or I’ll smear ketchup on all your clothes”, Stephanie said. “Ohmaguh-od that is too funny Mira. Just hilarious.” Everyone on the beach turned to sear their gazes at Stephanie’s bikini-clad back. Perfect. She had her audience back. “So anyways, about that gossip; you remember Chad? At the high school party?” Stephanie wink-inquired.
“Um no what high school party are you talking about?? I’m so confused.” Responded Mira with an utterly blank expression on her oily face.
At that moment Stephanie could just hear her world crashing and falling apart, like it was a snow globe and someone had whipped it at a hard brick wall. First the move, then losing her BFFs, dealing with the Russia-size pressure of finding new betas, having her alpha card slowly crack like it was hardened clay in desperate need of a trickle of water. What next? Having Marshmallow kidnapped? Calling VSA and having them tell her they’d forgotten about her? Trade her wardrobe for an all Sears one? And what__
“Yo blonde babe, nice girlfriend you have there”, some guy from the distance called. At that moment, Stephanie wanted to just burst into tears, not caring if the pretty blondes, their alphas, the hawtties and even Mira thought that she was a cry baby beta. She quickly thanked god that her sunglasses were covering her eyes so her tears wouldn’t leak down her face like mini river tracks. “Mira, meet me at my house tomorrow at eleven a.m.,” Stephanie said, as she pointed to her estate beyond the white fence.
“That’s your house?” Mira cried, as if she had never seen a house that big before.
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, it’s just so…………….big!” Mira said in a sad monotone, probably feeling jealous. Stephanie was glad that Mira envied her in some small way but she had to flee like a deer being chased by a cheetah before her tears over-spilled from her eyes. Stay strong, Stephanie. You’re still the ultimate alpha, she kept on repeating to herself as she said farewell to Mira. Walking back to the backyard entrance of her house, she could spot from the corner of her teary eyes that the cute guy with piercing ocean-like eyes was still subtly staring at her, as if he wanted to ask her out. She smiled her million dollar toothy white smile and wiggled her fingers goodbye. He responded with an adorable salute, then turned back to his surf buddies, probably to ask their opinion of her.
Once Stephanie entered her estate’s grand living room, the peach and apricot smell of her sister’s familiar perfume claimed her nostrils, which meant that she was in close range to Sabrina. Hurrying up the spiralling mahogany stairs so as to avoid another snappy comment coming from Sabrina’s Lancome’s juicy tubes berry coated lips. Mixing with the smell of peaches, apricots and berries was the scent of Sabrina’s grapefruit shaving cream. That could only mean one thing…… Hurrying back down the stairs, she sneakily snuck a peak at Sabrina making herself a sundae. There wasn’t a trace of hair on her shiny legs anymore. So Sabrina wasn’t utterly clueless and did understand how to ‘take a hint’, Stephanie thought. Well at least there was one small improvement coming from this disastrous day.
CH11
STEPHANIE’S NEW BEDROOM
Sunday, July 10th
10:49am
“Are you serious?!” Stephanie cried as she whipped her cell phone onto the silver and gold beanbags surrounding her flat-screen. It blended perfectly. She had been frantically checking her messages and every time she did, the inbox always read “0 messages”. It felt more painful than someone trying to shove a stiletto down your throat. The Motorola Razr landed with a soft thud-hiss that could be heard even with the thundering roar of water coming out of the nozzles from Sabrina’s shower in the room next door. Stephanie was prompt and alert when it came to even the slightest sounds these days. For the past 24 hours and a half, she had been waiting for the familiar ding that would signify that VSA had texted or IMed her. But the only sound she’d heard lately was the sigh of depression, the trickle of her tears, and the churning of her under-nourished stomach because she was officially on a diet of salty tears, water and the sucking in of air. If she continued like this, she’d be skinnier than a piece of pepperoni in a couple of days. But she didn’t care. How could she, when her world was spinning out of control and about to crash? She wouldn’t be surprised if a meteor was speeding along and about to crash into her world and destroy it. Glancing into her vanity mirror to see if her eye’s redness was starting to fade, she saw a note scribbled hastily onto a piece of orange construction paper taped into the center of the mirror. It said: “M & S shopping spree at 11am 2morrow.” Shoot. She had written it down the night before but she had completely forgotten about it. Ripping up the construction paper, she balled it up and threw it in her black and white checkered trash can. It popped out between the piled up wet tissues filled with her recent crying session of tears. Taking a peek at her new digital gold and silver polka-dotted digital clock, it read 10:51 AM. “Are you serious?” Stephanie screamed for the 2nd time in two minutes. She wanted to chuck the clock/radio into her trash can but she was in a race against time. She never forgot about a shopping spree, at least when she was still BFFs with VSA. With Mira, it was a completely different thing, Stephanie thought as she quickly brushed her teeth, put on her face/body cream, curled her eyelashes, applied on some mascara, smoky gray eye shadow and eyeliner so it would distract passer-bys from her red vampire-like eyes. Doing her daily usual routine of brushing her thick blond curls, glossing her lips (new triple berry SS) and of course, spritzing herself with MJ Daisy. 10:55. Personal record! , Stephanie thought marvelling at the fact that she had done all that in just 4 minutes. Choosing the perfect outfit was always time-consuming. She wanted the rich and fabulous people of Hollywood to think of her as a stunning alpha, not an insignificant beta. Riffling through her neatly arranged ‘summer’ section of her closet, she pulled out a black, hot pink and white plaid Betsey Johnson mini-dress and picking out her black toe pumps that her mom had gotten for her at a cute store in Spain, she quickly re-checked her hair to see if it had messed up or not. Nope, it was the same beautiful blond curly hair that it was just 1 minute ago. 10:57. Re-glossing another time, she playfully messed up her hair to give it that chic effortless look that people always complimented her on. Choosing to bring her Betsey Johnson black diamond patterned purse and stuffing it with triple berry Sassy Sophistication gloss, mascara, her heart-shaped coral coloured Marc Jacobs compact, her Gucci wallet, her ipod touch, her Motorla Razr (retrieved from the beanbags) and a copy of InStyle magazine with Drew Barrymore on the cover.
Diiiiiiiiiiiing-Dooooooooooooooooooong.
She had been waiting for that ding sound since the second she had left Chicago but it had never come, until now. And it wasn’t for the right reason either.
CH12
1282 HENDERSON RD., CROUCHING BEHIND THE BANISTER
Crouching behind her swirling staircase’s banister, straining to hear every syllable of Mira’s mom’s and Natalia’s conversation was not the best position to be in, thought Stephanie, but compared to everything that had happened during the past couple of days, this was nothing. Mira and her mom, whose name apparently was Shona, were happily chatting away with Natalia, as though they hadn’t just met for the first time.
“I’m glad that Stephanie has started bonding with my Mira,” Shona babbled. “ Her best friend Tara is gone for the whole summer, and Mira’s been real lonely, what with her sister being gone to do college.”
“Oh Stephanie’s new to Beverly Hills, so I’m sure Mira would be a great first friend. Speaking of Stephanie, where is that girl?” Natalia asked randomly out of the blue.
“Oh hey Mira!!” Stephanie squealed, before her mom would start embarrassingly calling her name and having it echo around the house.
“Hiya chica!” Mira responded. Oh-muh-guh-od. This was how she greeted someone? Total turn-off. Stephanie gave her the familiar once-over, spotting a green spaghetti strap shirt that read ‘I re-cycle my shopping bags………. and my boys’ in swirly black and pink print. A gray denim skirt that reached her mid-thigh and blue flip-flops with sequins sewn onto the sides completed the fashion faux-pas. Come on! They were hitting Melrose of all places! This is the place to be spotted. Famous movie stars shopped there. You just couldn’t wear a frayed looking top with a cheesy cheddar popcorn like saying on it, a ripped denim skirt and hand me down beach foot-wear. Ughhhhh. What’s with LOLs (Losers of Life) and bad style? It’s like it’s natural for them or something. Like how you can’t get blush without the brush, or how you can’t get McDonalds fries without the grease. It just has to come together.
“So, I hear that my Mira will be going shopping with your Stephanie. Where to, might I ask?” Shona said.
“At Melrose,” Stephanie replied back with a trace of a sadness, because she’d always wanted to go shopping with VSA at Melrose, but that was then, this is now………
“My mom gave me 30 bucks and I have another extra 20 stored away in my purse.” Mira happily told everyone, as if 50 bucks was something to celebrate. Puh-lease! Fifty dollars couldn’t even buy you a ring at Melrose. The poor girl obviously hadn’t ever been to Melrose before.
“Kay, but we take our limo,” Stephanie insisted. Presentation was ev-uh-rything.
“Actually, Stephanie, I thought maybe I could drive you and Mira there in our car,” Shona said. Glancing out of the window right beside the door, Stephanie spotted a silver Toyota Camry that was in desperate need of a carwash. “Um, Mira did I mention that our limo has a mini-fridge, a 20-inch flat-screen, and it’s very spacious too.” At the mention of all the luxuries, Mira’s eyes widened so that they looked about as round as bottle-caps.
“Oh, mommy mommy, pleeeeeeeease let me ride in their limo!! Please!” Mira pleaded, while failing miserably with her puppy-dog expression. It looked like she was about to barf, while covering it with a smile and widening her eyes.
“Ok, fine but behave and be respectful. That’s the most important thing.” Shona told Mira rather sternly.
“Yip, yip, Yippeee!!” Mira semi-screamed and squealed.
“Fine, since that’s settled, Stephanie I’d like you to meet our new chauffeur, Mason. Just call him once you’re done at Melrose and he’ll do his best to arrive ASAP.”
November 4th, 2009 at 5:47 pm
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November 4th, 2009 at 5:49 pm
Lillie- i love love love your story=]
November 4th, 2009 at 5:52 pm
hey karolina
November 4th, 2009 at 5:53 pm
hi lisi i loveed the costume
congrats
November 4th, 2009 at 5:55 pm
Dear lisi,
I hope you had a really fun halloween. And i have a question for you. From you blogs, i see that you travel alot.
So, for Language Arts im writing an essay on my idol so i chose YOU! YES YOU YOU ARE MY IDOL (besides my mom). 
So, where do you travel to? 
I’ll send you the rest of the essay and the grade i got when im done. Thanks Lisi!
November 4th, 2009 at 5:59 pm
ehmagawsh!!! such good advice… It’s like killing them with kindness, but ten times better! Luhv it… espicially because I hate it when people rob you of your intelligence because they saw the movie, or commercial, or whatever. Sooo el stupido!
-Katelynn
(and duh, I know that el stupido isn’t actually spanish).
November 4th, 2009 at 6:02 pm
Samantha- hey hey=] whats up?
November 4th, 2009 at 6:24 pm
My god, Halloween was crazy this year! I live in LA, and we went to this house and after my friend was like “do you know whose house that was?” and i was like “nooo…” and she was like “that’s paris hilton’s new house!” and we went home and like googled it and it was. it was sooo cool! I was wondering about that gate… its a gorgeous house, i must say!
a house closer to my neighborhood ran out of candy, so they started giving out money. LA is amazing, seriously…
November 4th, 2009 at 6:29 pm
OMG! I just showed my 10 year-old sister Lisi’s picture and she said that she looked like Janice Dickinson! I laughed sooooooo hard and then I showed her a pretty picture of Lisi and she said OH!
November 4th, 2009 at 6:31 pm
http://www.youtube.com./varsityfanclub
go watch their videos, theyre cute and talented and funny! =) buy their single, FUTURE LOVE, out now on iTunes!
(sorry, promoter mode right there…xD)
November 4th, 2009 at 6:51 pm
dats gotta be some of the best advice…..
November 4th, 2009 at 6:51 pm
Lisi,
I think you gave ah-mazing advice. I mean, everyone feels betrayed once and a while and it can be hard to know what to do. BTW, I LOVED Charmed and Dangerous. So far, it’s my favorite but whenever you have a new book that becomes my fav too. LOL
Thanks!
November 4th, 2009 at 6:57 pm
OMGIZZLE SUGAR RUSHHH
November 4th, 2009 at 7:03 pm
how do you do bold text?
November 4th, 2009 at 7:19 pm
Omg francesca c BEST IDEA EVER!! It already happens on the blog but its hard to keep up with and stuff. maybe like mini blogs people can post problems then other people post advice on!
i think we should start a petition for this
November 4th, 2009 at 7:20 pm
i think bold text is like …
bold
or maybe bold
something like that.
November 4th, 2009 at 7:20 pm
wooo. bold
November 4th, 2009 at 7:21 pm
Kate its text
without the spaces.
November 4th, 2009 at 7:21 pm
oops didn’t work.
umm
text
with out the periods
November 4th, 2009 at 7:22 pm
ugh! way to NOT work.
this sign
on both side of what you want bld.
November 4th, 2009 at 7:22 pm
sorry its not working.
italics
November 4th, 2009 at 7:24 pm
heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
November 4th, 2009 at 7:25 pm
hey samantha
November 4th, 2009 at 7:29 pm
omg i finished charmed & dangerus and absulutley luvd it. it answered so many questions like about the charm bracelent and every thing. lisi ur brilliant. luv ya foreva!!!!
xoxo
Maddy
November 4th, 2009 at 7:29 pm
Hey Lisi,
Since you were giving out advice i thought i might take a shot…
Alright so i have this group of friends and they used to always say that i was the “massie” of the group… like not in the mean stuck up way or anything but like the alpha ish kinda person… well now i am in 8th grade… and my bestest friend is growing really apart.. and everyone loves her! But it seems like everybody loves her and everyone is growing apart from me… like i am old news… which really sucks!!! and she will just go up and talk to the guy i like, like its no big deal… i can barely stand in the same group of friends he does… it is sooo bad…. idk what to do! ilyyy lisi… bye<3
November 4th, 2009 at 7:29 pm
Hey Lisi,
Since you were giving out advice i thought i might take a shot…
Alright so i have this group of friends and they used to always say that i was the “massie” of the group… like not in the mean stuck up way or anything but like the alpha ish kinda person… well now i am in 8th grade… and my bestest friend is growing really apart.. and everyone loves her! But it seems like everybody loves her and everyone is growing apart from me… like i am old news… which really sucks!!! and she will just go up and talk to the guy i like, like its no big deal… i can barely stand in the same group of friends he does… it is sooo bad…. idk what to do! ilyyy lisi… bye<3
November 4th, 2009 at 7:30 pm
LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI
PLEASE READ
ok hi, i got charmed and dangerous on sunday and i fisihed it monday morning!!! it was the best and I just could not put it down!!
November 4th, 2009 at 7:30 pm
LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI
PLEASE READ
ok hi, i got charmed and dangerous on sunday and i fisihed it monday morning!!! it was the best and I just could not put it down!!
November 4th, 2009 at 7:43 pm
hey lisi!
you really need to put one of those sneak peak things for TBWMFS
because last week, you did a ’sneak peak’ for a book that came out the day before.
so it’s not really a sneak peak, more like an in-case-you-forgot-it peak.
but anyways, when does that book come out anyways?
it doesnt say in charmed and dangerous.
November 4th, 2009 at 7:45 pm
ps:
i loved dylan’s POV
and how she knew derrington and cam waayy before anyone else
and how they taught her how to burp-talk
i smiled
November 4th, 2009 at 8:42 pm
Lisi God is speakin to you because I so needed some FAKA. Me and boyfriend of 6 months broke up sunday. Unexpected, no ‘real’ reasons and he seems to be semi=ok with it. Well. I’m takin it a little harder. And seriously Ive been either down or angry depending on the moment and Im just gonna forgive him and myself, we did all we could, and kick some dumb boy ass by goin out lookin amazing with my friends and just bein who I am. I needed the perspective=) Thanks
November 4th, 2009 at 9:52 pm
hey is anyone on
November 4th, 2009 at 10:57 pm
amazing blah-g. from now on i will FAKA, luv u lisi!!!! and luv charmed and dangerous!!!!!!!
November 5th, 2009 at 5:08 am
holly-ya a petition! Maybe…
November 5th, 2009 at 7:41 am
Hey is anyone on.
November 5th, 2009 at 8:51 am
So I have been like dying of the flu for the past 2 days, I feel much better today though. I could hardly roll over to get the remote. But i read half of C&D!
November 5th, 2009 at 9:18 am
Kimberly~ im sorry about the flu so is it swine flu or the real flu
November 5th, 2009 at 10:30 am
My friends and I used to pretend to be in the clique and I was Kristen because I’m Blonde and Brainy! I agree that my friend who was supposed to be Massie wasn’t like her at all and the girl who played Claire was exactly like her.
November 5th, 2009 at 10:40 am
Good advice lisi!! As always, LOL anyway I wud say I am mix of Dylan massie and layne. Dylan an massie because I love fashion and material things and layne because I am a loser and proud! LOL is any else that way? Hey what r u guys asking for fee Christmas?? I want a charm bracelet (my silver one is too small) and some white jessica Simpson fuzzy boots. Tell me what u want I love seeing pols lists!
November 5th, 2009 at 10:42 am
No way kimberly I have flu too! Mine is swine flu, and all I have been doing is re reading charmed and dangerous and watching my super sweet 16 LOL
November 5th, 2009 at 11:30 am
How come i always miss when people are on.
November 5th, 2009 at 11:56 am
Anyone on?
November 5th, 2009 at 11:58 am
Oh yeah I’m new to comment-ing on this.I always read Lisi’s blah-g’s and always read the clique but I just figured out how to do this. lol……. crazy?
November 5th, 2009 at 12:08 pm
Logann~good to have you on board!
November 5th, 2009 at 12:18 pm
Thanks!
November 5th, 2009 at 12:30 pm
Logan~ No Problema feel free to ask if you have any questions
November 5th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
Okay!Have you read Charmed & Dacngerous? I read it and I luved it! I can’t believe Massie was sa beta!lol
November 5th, 2009 at 12:36 pm
Yes omb loooooooove it!!!!!!the best soo far i read it in an hour
November 5th, 2009 at 1:43 pm
heyyy is any1 on???
November 5th, 2009 at 1:47 pm
yes i am here
November 5th, 2009 at 1:48 pm
so what up?
November 5th, 2009 at 1:54 pm
arg nobody is onnn
November 5th, 2009 at 1:55 pm
thats cold
November 5th, 2009 at 1:59 pm
francesca c~ yeah it is cold
November 5th, 2009 at 1:59 pm
no i mean you guys are cold! lol
November 5th, 2009 at 2:02 pm
MY MOM BOUGHT MINI MARSH MELLOWS!
November 5th, 2009 at 2:03 pm
Brie-Me too!I think it was theee besttt!
November 5th, 2009 at 2:03 pm
idk but there is this guy who jk i lost my train of thought
November 5th, 2009 at 2:04 pm
what are u talking about
November 5th, 2009 at 2:05 pm
Francesca C~ OMB I LOVE MINI MARSHMELLOWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
November 5th, 2009 at 2:06 pm
CAD ~Francesca C
November 5th, 2009 at 2:06 pm
I DO TO!
November 5th, 2009 at 2:07 pm
i’m here now
November 5th, 2009 at 2:10 pm
any1 still on i’m sooo bored
November 5th, 2009 at 2:10 pm
k hi
November 5th, 2009 at 2:12 pm
i’m soo exited my art teacher said my art project looked pretty nice and he’s really picky and i’m not so artstic and my crush was stared at me
November 5th, 2009 at 2:17 pm
okay you guys cannot talk about crushed when im on lol then ill go on and on about mine lol
November 5th, 2009 at 2:18 pm
ok i’m soo off topic but i don’t care
November 5th, 2009 at 2:19 pm
ok i seriously lol too much on the busme and my friend mara got yelled @ cus of it
November 5th, 2009 at 2:20 pm
lol okay anywho anyone on?
November 5th, 2009 at 2:21 pm
i guess just me
November 5th, 2009 at 2:21 pm
i guess just me
November 5th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
crap i h8 my hair i’m brushing it to past time cus i’m bored
November 5th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
Regan-u still on
November 5th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
sorry i was trying to get into my smart music account
November 5th, 2009 at 2:29 pm
o i’m brushing my hair and listening to the radio
November 5th, 2009 at 2:31 pm
its k Courtney it cannot be worse than mine
November 5th, 2009 at 2:33 pm
this brat that ride my bus said u have to wear your hair down or i’ll do it cus i have 2 sit right in front of her and she’ll slap meshe say u need 2 cus u don’t have a bf
November 5th, 2009 at 2:35 pm
hey guys! whos on?
November 5th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
me and Regan i think
November 5th, 2009 at 2:37 pm
oh wow courtney. what a b****. (the girl on your bus)
November 5th, 2009 at 2:37 pm
oh ok. so what grade are u guys in???
November 5th, 2009 at 2:38 pm
i know she picks on me and mara (my random bff) cus we don’t know alot of gossip and were single
November 5th, 2009 at 2:39 pm
i’m in 7th and the girl (morgan) is in 8th
November 5th, 2009 at 2:40 pm
oh my god thats so mean! she shouldnt care! im single and im a sophomore hahha it doesnt matter…..so many people are single
November 5th, 2009 at 2:41 pm
oh. well im sorry about that. get revenge! no jk, just ignore her and try to defend yourself
so….anything new going on?
November 5th, 2009 at 2:42 pm
wats wierd is r crushes zack and sabastian r best friends and i h8 sabastian he’s soo short i wish i could kick him into space
November 5th, 2009 at 2:43 pm
ok, so you like zack? who likes sebastian?
November 5th, 2009 at 2:44 pm
her bf i know really well he is on my brothers wrestling team so there’s a possably maybe she’ll like being single
November 5th, 2009 at 2:46 pm
i like zack clearly cus if i had a crush on someone i wouldn’t want him to die Mara likes sabastian
November 5th, 2009 at 2:46 pm
ya..have u ever had a bf?
November 5th, 2009 at 2:48 pm
no but guys have asked me out but i rejected them
November 5th, 2009 at 2:49 pm
i havent either. ive been asked out by a couple guys that were just so stupid.
November 5th, 2009 at 2:50 pm
hows school?
November 5th, 2009 at 2:51 pm
a guy that asked me out name was cory but he was soo annoying so i rejected him and besides he made his friend ask me out for him thats so pathtic
November 5th, 2009 at 2:53 pm
ok just haveing to deal w/b****** every day takes a toll on my nerves but i always have my friends Mara and Katy to watch my back
November 5th, 2009 at 2:56 pm
thats nice. your friends sound really supportive. ack school sucks. i just hate it so much. i dont mind seeing everyone, i just cant stand the work and classes.
do you play sports?
November 5th, 2009 at 2:57 pm
hey sorry.im single its not that big of a deal
November 5th, 2009 at 2:58 pm
lisi i loved ur costume especially the little ears to make you look like real cougar ahah!!! anyway i just finished charmed and dangerous i loved it!!! it fit together soooo puuuuurfectly…puur…cougar noise??? well any good job!!
November 5th, 2009 at 2:59 pm
yeah cross country but it’s over and i had 2 quit volleyball for cross country and i have tons of homework some times i forget so i write stuff on my hand i an i filled my plam and one finger
November 5th, 2009 at 2:59 pm
okay so i like this guy so i dont really like being single but normally i dont really care
November 5th, 2009 at 2:59 pm
hey regan!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:00 pm
Regan-i don’t care but some ppl do
November 5th, 2009 at 3:00 pm
I miss XC =[ i havent done it since the 4th grade cause i moved and they didnt have it in 5th or 6th grade so by 7th grade i was kinda scared to start up again
November 5th, 2009 at 3:01 pm
see im not one that depends oon a guy “fraility of a woman” CMC quote sorry. but like im fine being single its not like i can drive im 13 its no big deal not having a boyfriend to me
November 5th, 2009 at 3:02 pm
do it Regan i started this year catching up isn’t that hard i can beat some 8th graders
November 5th, 2009 at 3:02 pm
hey Marisa =]
November 5th, 2009 at 3:03 pm
ya i run xc too! and track in the winter and spring. so im running all year long, but im obsessed with it so its great
yep i dont mind being single much…except i like a couple guys which makes it harder
November 5th, 2009 at 3:03 pm
yeah its over sadly but like im getting my friends to do track with me its i like XC better i am terrible at sprints im way better at distance
November 5th, 2009 at 3:04 pm
i know it’s alot of drama to and 7th grade is already 2 much drama i’d like a guy that just likes me like a friend and likes to talk to me
November 5th, 2009 at 3:04 pm
hahaha same here Marisa, and see my crush runs and he knows i like him because i was supposed to move so my friends told him cause id never see him again and i was like cool im staying ill run then oh crap hes going to think im stalking him
November 5th, 2009 at 3:05 pm
well Courtney i love having guy friends they have like no drama lol i have a friend his name is Gio he is Italian and like 4ft tall xD
November 5th, 2009 at 3:05 pm
me 2 i’d rather do 400m in track cus i’m doing that in the spring
November 5th, 2009 at 3:06 pm
ya you guys are both 13 right? im 15. actually just turned 15 and a half! whoop whoop! hahahaha
so ys its kinda a bigger deal since you can drive soon and stuff….its nice to drive around with a guy hahaha
November 5th, 2009 at 3:06 pm
i do to Sam and Drew
November 5th, 2009 at 3:07 pm
so like going off the cant run cause itll seem like im stalking for Track he knows i plan on running and he teases me he doesnt seem to care cause hes like have you ever run before and blah blah so he knows i used to run so that helped soooooo much
November 5th, 2009 at 3:07 pm
i’m 12 but i’ll be 13 nov 19
November 5th, 2009 at 3:07 pm
omg owwwww i sat on my ankle
November 5th, 2009 at 3:08 pm
ill be 14 in 5 months from yesterday lol
November 5th, 2009 at 3:08 pm
guys hi sorry i left i had to do hw and some other stuff i am reading eclipse.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:09 pm
i quit volleyball cus this girl jessica kept picking on me bi g2g
November 5th, 2009 at 3:09 pm
hahah same here Regan! me and my friends always joke that the best thing about practice is running with the guys…..who are usually shirtless
makes running even better
oh gawd you guys think 7th grade is alot of drama? just wait till you get to high school….
November 5th, 2009 at 3:09 pm
at least you dont have a best friend whos turned into a freaking slut
November 5th, 2009 at 3:09 pm
arg what color should i paint my nails?
Red
light pink
red glitter
gold glitter
shiny pink kinda bright and glossy
November 5th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
bye courtney!
hey francesca!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
k bye Courtney. omg speaking of volleyball my friends tried out for Dayton jns and some didnt get a call and like my friend started crying and i was trying to talk to her so everytime i was like HI=] and i got no reply
November 5th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
oh what happened with your friend? sorry
November 5th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
Yea i’m usually last to finish when we run in gym class because of…
1) getting over being sick
2) shoes coming untied
3) cramps
4) ankle pains and shin pains…
but on the bright side we’ve been running everyday for a week and i think i’m looking really skinny and i’m getting better at doing push ups!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:12 pm
i was talkign about the one who turned into a slut…just so ya know
November 5th, 2009 at 3:12 pm
mine are black i need to take it off it was for the halloween ummmm shiny pink =] lol
November 5th, 2009 at 3:12 pm
BTW- I Have kinda long really wavy and thinck brown hair and i am so tired of a pony tail what are some other ways i could wear it?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:13 pm
oh well ugh my friend was never like it before and omg ugh shes going to get like pregnant in the 9th grade idk
November 5th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
francesca- what grade are u in?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
oh dont i wish Francesca I have thick thick thick wavy&crazy untameable curls
November 5th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
marisa- why do you want to know? I will tell you but just, why??
November 5th, 2009 at 3:16 pm
regan- yea it used to be frizzy a few years ago then i started using some stronger anti-frizz product and BAM! No more frizz
November 5th, 2009 at 3:18 pm
francesca- oh im sorry! you dont have to tell me! im just curious…kind of like to know how old the people are that im talking to
regan- oh wow thats bad. does she actually say shes gonna get pregnant? i mean is she really doing it in 7th grade!?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:18 pm
yeah like it can be good some days and be really really pretty but normally nope no way its not frizz its just uber uber thick
November 5th, 2009 at 3:18 pm
HEY!!!
~The Protector~
The first time I was kidnapped I was 3 and a half. My body guard at the time took me to the park to play on the swings. When I was on the swings I believed I was a bird flying so high nothing could touch me. I could look over the vividly passing world with out a care in the world. I went downward gaining more speed.
I didn’t make it into the air. Arms went around my fragile body and a hand that felt like sand paper clamped over my thin lips and a husky voice said, “Stay quite and your fingers will stay on your hand.”
I shivered and did not speak a word. My eyes searched for my body guard. He was lying in the snow to shots to his chest the snow soaked in deep red blood. Tears fell from my eyes. I obeyed as I duck tape went over my lips and my hand were tied I was thrown in the back of a red mini van.
It took them 6 weeks to find me. I lived in a ware house. Food was brought to me every to weeks normally nothing more than a happy meal and a tiny bottle of water that I would save for later. I had one blanket that was on the hard concrete ground .I stared at the walls and slept most of the time. My hair was matted my mouth always dry. I was waiting to die at the age of 3 I could not imagine this happening.
My father I one of the most powerful and wealthy men in the world. I have never learned what he does all i know is I am not safe even with a body guard. One night I was woken up violently and told I could go. I could hardly believe my ears. It was settled between my fathers people in the kidnappers that I would be settled for the price of 15 million dollars cash.
I am now 14 and I have lost 14 body guards I don’t know maybe it’s just a coincidence.
“Rouge!!! Come down please you need to met your new bodyguard!” my mom yelled.
“Ok god coming!” I said back. I had lost my 14th body guard last weekend on my 14th birthday my party was raided luckily he saved me before he lost his life. Who would take this job i’m the most wanted child in the world. I thought to my self as I walked slowly down the stairs. I entered are massive living room. The windows were bullet proof and the house was also bombed proof.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw me way to beautiful for words boy standing next to my mom like a statue.
“Who is this kid?” I asked my mom not taking my eyes off him.
“This kid is ur new body guard.” He said smiling. I caught my breath.
“You’re kidding me he has to be 16?” I asked my mother.
“15 actually.” He corrected. I was always distant from my body guards having never had one more for more than a year. Then it hit me.
“Your one of them! Your one of those freaks.” I said rudely.
“Rouge, watch your mouth.” My mother said sipping her tea.
“Yeah. I’m a freak.” He said before punched his arm through the floor. I took a step backwards. Then he placed his hand over the hole and it went back to normal. I could not speak.
“But how?” I asked slowly.
“I dunno it just came.” He said looking down and slightly blushing.
“Are you bullet proof?” I asked all of my bodyguards had been shot.
“yeah.” he said. I took an enormous sigh. But deep down I new I could still lose him.
“Nice meeting you happy to have you with me.” I said before turning back to the stairs. He was beautiful I always wanted to be a power like him there were only a few kids that got to be. The best of humans. I went to my room. I feel asleep wishing he wouldn’t get hurt because of me.
Maybe if I convinced my father he sucked as a bodyguard I could get him fired and I would have to lose him.
I woke up slowly the next morning dreading going to school and watching my friends drool over him. I got dressed in my uniform I went to a private school with kids of powerful leaders all also with body guards but none of there’s were 15. I brushed my deep brown hair into a tight think ponytail I brushed my teeth as slow as possible and walked down the stairs. He was sitting next to my mom dressed in are school uniform.
“Don’t you need like a suit?” I asked him my green eyes glaring at him.
“Nope. Starting today I go to your school. See we have every class together.” He said handing me his slip. I snatched it and ripped it to shreds with out thinking.
“ROUGE!” my mom hollered. I stormed off to the car a huge silver bullet proof bomb proof jeep. My driver Jackson
I sank into the black leather seat.
“Who’s the guy? Your boyfriend?” Jackson asked wagging his eyebrows at me.
“No. Bodyguard.” I said flatly.
“But he’s only a boy.” Jackson asked his voice a whisper.
“No he’s one of them.” I sneered the words.
“Oh.” was all Jackson said as he slid in next to me. He was so close I could feel his body heat.
His mesmerizing deep blue eyes watched everywhere. His dirty blonde hair was perfect as it shagged over his eyes, I had to face it my bodyguard was yummy.
“What’s your name?” Jackson asked and I realized I didn’t even know it.
“Chase.” He said smiling lopsided my stomach clutched.
“Nice to meet you Chase.” Jackson said his eyes were sad
I knew what he was thinking. Chase smelled amazing and I felt my self scooting closer to him. Are arms were touching. Chase blushed and turned his head to look out the window.
We pulled to a stop in front of the school.
“Have a good day you two.” Jackson said forcing a smile.
“Thanks you too.” Chase muttered I didn’t respond.
“Stay behind me ok?” I said to him my voice snapping.
“Yeah” he said and dropped behind me. WE walked to my locker sadly his was right next to mine. He spun in his combo five times faster than I ever could. I glared and walked towards my friends.
“Hey Rouge…” my friend Tia said her blue eyes locked on Chase. Oh joy I thought to my self.
“This is Chase.” I said my voice quite.
“And he is?” My other fried Katie walked up her body guard 3 feet behind looking everywhere.
“My bodyguard.” I mumbled.
“NO WAY!” My friend Charlotte spoke.
“Yeah really he’s one of those freaks.” I said knowing he could here. He looked at me briefly. We all had are first class together. Chase walked behind me like I told him to I noticed Tia drop back with him. She walked really close to him witch bothered me a lot. We took are seats Chase between me and Tia. Charlotte and Katie sat on my other side There bodyguards stood behind them silently.
“So Chase where are you from?” I heard Tia said seductively. Slut.
“A town” he mumbled looking toward me with worried eyes. I burst out laughing then stopped myself quickly.
“Um. Ok. You’re really strong. I mean seriously look at your muscles. Do you work out?” she said
“No” he mumbled looking straight ahead.
“Wow that’s amazing” Tia said slowly sliding her hand down his arm. She tried to intertwine her fingers with his. He refused and moved his hand over to mine and grabbed mine. My cheeks flushed bright red as he slid his chair away from hers toward mine. He looked down at our hands clenched together. His face flushed but he still didn’t let go. I used my other hand to open up my math book. I looked over to Chase he was writing on a piece of notebook paper his hand writing neat and swirly. I looked away for a second then saw a heart shaped peace of paper in the very center of my book. I looked over to him to see him smiling. I opened it with my one hand and read:
Since were in math I might as well add. Me+ You = meant to be
I wrote back:
Your cute and all but you’re my bodyguard go be with Tia she likes you back unlike me.
He opened it then let my hand go quickly. He looked down at his book then ignored me for the rest of class. Finally. Tia continued to flirt with him all through first half of the day. Once at lunch we all sat in rows facing each other.
Tia Katie
Chase Charlotte
Me
“So Chase. What do you think about the people at this school?”
“Specific people are good. Some ok.” He said opening his salad up.
“Which are good?” She said wrapping her arms around his arm.
“People” he said glancing at me then back at his food.
“So do you wanna go out some time? I heard there’s a great romance coming out soon.” She said moving extremely close to him
“TIA!” I scram slammed my hands on the table and stormed out of the lunch room. I heard foot steps running behind me but I didn’t stop.
“Rouge! Where are you going?!” I heard Chase from behind me yell.
“Somewhere where your not!” I said picking up the pace. I tripped over the small lip of the sidewalk and fell to my hands and knees. My hands had two scratches and my knees had one bigger one.
“Don’t move” chase said as he came behind me he took my hands and pulled me to my feet. Then kneeled down and pressed his hand to my knee. It healed immediately. Then he healed my hands.
“Watch where your going.” He said looking into my eyes. “And what do you mean by where I’m not? I’m always going to be by your side.”
“Then maybe that should change” I said walking away.
“Fine then. I guess we can’t even be friends?” he said walking up beside me
“No” I said sternly
“Fine. Business it is. Even though I don’t get paid for this. I volunteered to let you keep your life.” Volunteered? I thought he was just hired. I thought as I walked back into the lunch room, grabbed my lunch box, and then left my friends.
Chase didn’t talk to me the rest of the day. Looking around keeping an eye on me but never speaking. We climbed into the Jeep quietly.
“Hello you two. How was your day?” Jackson asked as I slammed the door behind us.
“Fine” we said simultaneously. We stayed on separate sides of the car looking out our windows. Once we got home I went up to my room sadly Chase’s room was right next to mine. I sat on my bed and started my homework. Suddenly I heard Chase practically yelling. I went o my wall and listened
“She hates me Derek!” “She wants nothing to do with me” “no dude I’m serious I tried to make my move and she just told me to go to a different girl” “yah…” “She’s amazingly beautiful” “beautiful isn’t a gay word!” “Ok so it is a little” “yah she’s hot” “dude you were the one that chickened out with the other three. The government asked you to!” “Hey I was brave so don’t say it was my choice. Even though it was.” “Yah I’d risk my life for her. Its not like ill actually die” “she won’t even be my friend.” “Yah” “fine bye” I heard him through his phone then saw it come through my wall and onto my bed.
“Sorry!” he said. I walked over to the wall he was just looking at it. “Sorry about that.” He said
“I heard what you said. All of it” I said I walked out of my room and into his.
“All? Well now you know.” He said looking down.
“Risk your life? You’re the first bodyguard that actually seems to care. All the others were depressed ready to be suicidal.
“Really? Well it’s my job. I better get back to work” he said walking across the room.
“It’s not a job. I’m sorry about what I said today. When I said go be with Tia she likes you unlike me. That was a lie. I do like you. More then you think. And what you said on the phone… just made me fall harder for you.” He turned slowly and looked me straight in the eye.
“Really?” he said coming closer.
“Absolutely” I said. He hugged me close wrapping his arms around me tightly.
“ROUGEE!!!!” Tia said yelling up the stairs. She obviously found that my room was empty and came next door. When she saw Chase’s arms wrapped around me his lips nuzzled into my hair.
“CHASE! I thought u liked meeeeeee!” Tia yelled tears pouring down her porcelain face.
“What no I was just being nice” he said as I moved out of his arms and sat on his bed.
“But heeeeer over me.” She snapped glaring at me. Chase shrugged.
“She’s hot.” he said smoothly, I giggled and kicked him lightly.
“You stupid bitch!” she yelled at me.
“Hey Tia relax” Chase said. She ran towards me I shrieked she jumped on top of me and started pulling on my hair and punching my stomach. I hurt really badly and tears were pouring down my face. Till finally she stopped, Chase pressing her against the wall.
“STOP” he ordered. I let out a moan. Tia left crying I clutched my stomach.
“I’m so sorry.” He said sitting next to me.
“Ice” I said in a moan. He was back in two seconds with ice. He pressed it against my stomach and I flinched at first.
“Some bodyguard you are.” I muttered with no humor. His face saddened and he moved away from me.
“No Chasse sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I said getting up and walking to him.
“Hurt me oh that’s not possible” he said and walked further away from me more and looking out the window. “I can’t get hurt.” He mumbled.
“That’s so not true you still have feelings!” I said walking to him again.
“But they don’t matter” he said as tears filled his perfect eyes making them even more blue. Tears fell down his perfect face. I used my thumb to wipe them, his cheeks turning an amazing shade of pink.
“I love you.” The words came out of my mouth without me thinking about them.
“I love you more.” He said back looking down. Tears filled my eyes and a startled look covered his face.
“What is it baby?” he asked as he wiped my tears.
“I’m afraid to love you” I muttered. Chase said nothing as he picked me up and walked back to his bed he cradled me in his strong arms.
“Don’t be, I’ll be with you I promise.” He said into my hair.
“Promise me” I said my tears wetting his shirt.
“I promise, Rouge I promise.” His voice slightly muted as he mumbled it into my hair. After a while I had to go back a finish my homework. I fell asleep doing math but when I woke up it was complete and I was tucked in perfectly.
I laid in bed thinking about how I would face him. I sighed got out and got ready. I headed down the stairs. Chase was eating cereal when he heard me he looked over.
He smiled and turned back to his cereal I blushed uncontrollably. My mother watched my emotions with a sly smile plastered on to her face. I met her eyes and gave her the please shut up look. She sipped her coffee and looked over at Chase who was now standing up looking over at me. He reached out his hand and blushing more I walked over and took it
Are fingers intertwined and we walked to the jeep. Jackson’s eyes met are hands and his full lips curved into a smile. I leaned against Chase, inhaling his smell. I loved him way to much; I sighed and rested my head on his chest. Chase looked out the window and didn’t speak at all. We pulled to a stop in front of the school.
“I don’t wanna go.” I mumbled like a 5 yr old.
“Well you have to” was all Chase said before pulling me out of the jeep I waved to Jackson. I walked forward and Chase fell behind me I guess he didn’t wan to go public I didn’t want to either. Whispers fallowed us I guess Tia had gotten there before us, I grumbled to my self. Chase’s face was emotionless but his cheeks were slightly flushed.
“I hate her.” I whispered knowing his hearing is amazing. He didn’t respond. I stopped at the lockers and Katie walked up to us her body guard closer than normal.
“What’s with him?” I asked.
“I got 12 death threats this morning” she whispered softly her voice was always gentle.
“I’m sorry.” I said as I pulled my stuff out of my locker.
“Well there’s bigger news I hear, you and Chase huh?” she said looking at Chase out of the corner of her eye he didn’t notice.
“Yeah.” I said low.
“He’s so hot, how did you get so lucky?” she laughed.
“Oh. God. I no right?” I said giggling. Chase’s lips curved into a smile, I knew he’d been listening. Charlotte walked up to us; she gave me a huge smile.
“Why are you always the lucky one?” she said hugging me.
“I dunno.” Was all I said looking at Chase as he shook his bangs out of his face. MEH! Why was he so hot? Tia ignored me all day, but I didn’t care at all she should be dead for beating me up. Chase looked like he wanted to kill her to but instead he clenched his jaw and fists. Being mad made him look like an adorable little boy and made me want him more. I sighed and struggled to pay attention. School dragged on, I was so tired by the end of it that I felt like fainting. I leaned on Chase as we walked to the jeep
“Tired much?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I mumbled groggily, he laughed and opened the door to the jeep I climbed in. As soon as Chase got in I snuggled into his side and fell asleep. I woke up to the lights of Chase’s room dimmed. He was sitting in the corner in a bean bag chair reading the book from LA silently. I sat up slowly, flattening my hair with my hands. He looked up smiled then went back to his book.
“What time is it?” I said pulling the cover up and around me as I felt the chill of the room.
“9” he said putting his book down and coming over to me
“PM?” I said moving over so he could sit.
“Yup. You’ve been out for six hours. Your mom still isn’t home yet.” He said wrapping his arms around me and the blanket making me a lot warmer.
“I hate being home all the time. Its feels so protective.”
“Do you wanna go somewhere? We can disguise you or something.” He offered.
“That would be nice. I bet I have something in my closet” I said getting up and taking his hand. I took him into my room and opened my closet wide.
“Ok so here’s what I’ve got.” I looked up and down my closet dark dark dark dark dark. All the way down. I turned to chase. “No much” I said looking over my shoulder.
“Disguise’s don’t matter.” He said “you look fine the way you are” he said taking my hand and pulling me closer to him. He pressed his lips gently to mine and placed my hand on his shoulder. I stepped closer so that my feet were between his. I pulled my left hand up and around his neck trying to cover my right wrist. My sleeve was sliding down beginning to reveal my scares from the past 14 years. He pulled back and grabbed my right wrist I struggled trying to hold it away.
“Are those…?” he didn’t continue as my whole wrist was showing. Over 20 scares were overlapping each other creating a criss-cross pattern.
“Chase I can… ok I can’t explain” I said looking down ashamed.
“But y?” he said taking it and holding it out tracing the lines with his fingers.
“All those bodyguards that lost there life’s for me. I couldn’t take it. They died because I was careless. Not following the rules. How was I supposed to go on with my life carelessly while people take bullets and stabs for me? It was too much to not do anything.” He let my hand drop and pulled me into his arms.
“Cutting is never the answer. It’s not your fault they were killed. It’s there job to protect you and save you.” He said
“But what about there families? They must hate me knowing they died.” I said a tear running down my cheek.
“There family’s probably miss them. I know I miss mine but it’s a job” he said the last part quickly. I felt a wet spot on my shoulder. Chase was crying.
“Your family Chase.” I said pulling back to look at him. “You left them. Voluntarily. Oh my gosh Chase. I took them away from you didn’t i?” I began to sob and sprinted out of the room. I heard his foot steps behind me but I ran down the stairs through the kitchen grabbed a knife from the counter then out to the back yard around the corner and into the shed. I locked the door behind me and slid down the wall. I followed the old marks slicing slowly. I felt my warm blood run slowly down my wrist. My tears filled my eyes quickly and my vision clouded. I heard a loud sound then the door swung open chase in the door way. I forgot he had a lot more strength then a normal person. “Rouge, listen to me.” Chase held my arms at my sides and I couldn’t run away.
“What happened is not your fault. It is not your fault that your father has so many enemies. It is not your fault you need bodyguards to keep you safe. None of it is your fault.”
“But”-
“Shhh.” He pulled me to him.
“But what about”-
‘Goddammmit, Rouge, for the last freaking time. You are not responsible!”
Tears fell from my eyes. “Chase, what if you die, too?”
“Not going to happen,” he whispered into my hair. “And you don’t need to do this anymore.” he traced a scar on my arm.
I sniffed and nodded into his chest.
“Good.” He kissed the top of my head. “Now, come on.”
“Huh?”
“Weren’t we going to go somewhere?” He picked me up easily in his strong arms. “Except we need a car.”
“That’s a problem. Jackson won’t be here. It’s his break.” I said.
“I can drive, you know.” he rolled his eyes.
“You’re going to hijack the jeep?”
“No. I’m going to borrow the jeep.”
The bulletproof jeep sat there alone, and Chase produced a pair of keys from his pocket. “Don’t ask,” he said as I opened my mouth. I watched as he unlocked the doors, climbed in the driver’s side, and waved me in.
Jackson often played his favorite radio station. Chase watched me play with the dials, exploring the different music. “So.” he said. “Where do you want to go?”
“I thought you had somewhere in mind.”
He shrugged. “I’m your new driver, I guess. Where to?”
I looked up, and the sign out by the movie theater caught my eye. “Movies” I said looking to him and letting a huge smile grow.
“Movie’s it is. Which movie?” he said starting to pullout of the driveway.
“Any movie. As long as you stay by me.” I said watching the streetlights flicker on.
“I’ll always be by you.” He said pulling around the corner into the parking lot. He found a spot quickly and helped me out.
“Ok sooooo…” he said gazing at the movie times “The Night of Mary Anne?” he said taking my hand in his and pulling me to his side. I contemplated this. It was a scary movie. But Chase would b by me. And it’s a murder which would bring back memories. But Chase would be by me. Any way I would have Chase. That’s all I needed.
“Sounds good” I said pulling him through the doors. We bought our tickets then went to the very top in the corner. So I could be scared and not be laughed at. He put his arm around me as soon as the movie started. A loud gun shot rang through the speakers at the very beginning. I jumped off of my seat and snuggled closer to Chase. I looking down the isle and saw a group of five girls, about our age staring like they were mesmerized by Chase looking up and down him. I glared and fitted myself against him as the people on screen began stabbing another character. I shivered as they threw the body into a trash can. That was what happened to my seventh bodyguard. He was stabbed multiple times and they threw him into a pond, he was still alive as he floated and they took me away. I shivered more after my flashback stopped.
I heard screams that weren’t from the speakers. I looked down to see a very large man coming up the isles pushing people as he came closer closing in on me and Chase. Chase stood up quickly as the man came to our row.
“Step aside boy. All I want is her.” His deep voice boomed over the movie sound. People were now staring.
“You won’t lay a hand on her” chase said.
“Then ill have to kill you.” The man took a step closer to Chase. He was almost a foot taller the Chase.
“Not before I kill you” Chase said pulling out a gun quickly shooting the man in the shoulder. The man shrieked while Chase shot his leg, then other leg, then arm.
“Come on” Chase said picking me up quickly and running down the isles in swift movements. He got out of the theater and ran me to the car. He buckled me and got in his side. Started the car and pulled out of the parking lot speeding toward my house. I was silent as all this happened. I got the nerve to speak and after the first word tears started falling.
“Chase” I choked out
“You’re ok baby. Everything’s gonna be ok. You’re safe with me.” He said pulling in to the driveway. He helped me out and we held hands walking into the house.
“Omygosh my baby” my mom yelled running to me and hugging me.
“Where have you to been? We heard about the man being shot by a boy” my dad said glaring at Chase.
“The man was trying to take me daddy.” I said as my mom let me go. I went to Chase holding onto him
“Did you shoot to protect her?” my dad said his tone changing into a softer tone.
“Yes sir. The man also threatened to kill me if i didn’t let him take her. I told him no shot his shoulder both legs and arm. No major bleeding punctures. He will be majorly hospitalized but won’t have a chance to take her.” Chase said strongly
“Very good job Chase. Thank you.” My dad said taking my mom into the kitchen
“Come on. I can tell your about to crack.” Chase said softly taking my hand and climbing the stairs. He made me go to my bed then went to his room. He came into my room holding a necklace. A very small box was hanging from the chain. It had one small jewel on the top.
“This was my moms.” He said sitting on the bed beside me “she said that if I ever met someone close to my heart. Someone that brightened my day. Someone that I loved. That this would show that she would love them too. She told me to give it to that special person.” He said wrapping it around my neck clasping it and pulling my hair out from under it. It hung in the center of my chest. Right above my heart. “It looks perfect on you” he whispered.
“It’s beautiful. I love you” I said moving to him and hugging him. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair.
“I love you too” he whispered right above my ear his lips brushing against my ear I moved closer to Chase his warmth attracted me like bees and pollen. I pressed my lips against his and they molded together. He put his hands on either side of my face cupping it gently. BANG. The shot rang in my ear. We broke apart quickly and Chase pulled me behind him protectively moving out of the room slowly. I heard my mom scream as we made our way down the hall quickly. We looked over the banister to see my mom lying on the floor blood covering her leg. A man was standing over her yelling.
“WHERES THE GIRL!!!” he scram
“MOM!” is scram without thinking. The man swung his head around quickly and lifted his gun. Chase stood in front of me quickly as the man pulled the trigger. I quickly bounced off his chest and fell to the floor. The man’s eyes widened and then he looked at the wall with a steel piece of artwork on the wall. He shot at it. The bullet flew towards it chase tried to move in front of it but he was quick enough. The bullet pierced through my shoulder. I scram in pain. Chase jumped off the banister shaking the floor. The man stepped back. Chase grabbed his gun and shot the man. It hit his shin as he tried to escape. He made it out the door before chase shot again. I felt pain shake through my shoulder and blood started covering my shirt. I felt dizzy and my vision went black.
I awoke my head pounding super hard a pain at my shoulder. I looked down to see it wrapped in layers of gauze. I looked around, i was in a hospital room but the doors were iron plated and shut along with the windows.
“Chase?” i let out in a moan. In two seconds the iron plated door opened and he was standing next to me his face pained.
“I’m so sorry. I … I ….i” Chase tried to say. I placed my hand on his cheek. His face softened and his eyes filled with love.
“I’m fine. And you tried your best” I said moving my hand to his shoulder. I pushed down lightly. He sat on the bed beside me and took my hand in his.
“Rouge I have to tell you…” he was cut of by my phone ringing i picked it up.
“Uh hello?” i answer a deep male voice spoke.
“I have ur mother.” was all he said then he hung up at first i wanted to laugh it sound but my face quickly paled as i realized it was no joke.
“Rouge they have your mom.” Chase said moving closer to me.
“What why?” i asked as tears filled my eyes. I buried my face in Chase’s chest.
“We will find her i promise.” he said kissing the top of my head.
“C’mon lets get out of here.” I said stumbling up. Chase placed his hand on my waist. Chase tapped on the wall in mores’ code and the doors opened and we were out in the world. Jackson was waiting in the jeep. The jeep was different it was a dark black the windows were so black it was impossible to see anything the tired looked like they were made of metal.
“What’s up with the jeep?” I asked as i climbed into the back, Chase closed the door behind me and sat in the front with Jackson.
“It’s safer ok?” Jackson said his voice was gruff.
“Okay.” i said back softly, Jackson’s face covered in guilt.
“I’m sorry Rouge; it just protecting you is a hell of a job.” Jackson said slowly, he looked over at Chase who was staring blankly out the window. I opened the fridge and pulled out a monster i opened it and drank finding words and energy.
“You shouldn’t drink those there bad for you.” Chase said turning to me.
“Fuck you.” I said rudely taking another sip. Shock crossed Chases face then melted back to emotionless i instantly felt bad.
“I’m sorry Chase i didn’t mean it, I’m just mad.” I said way to fast guessing that he probably couldn’t hear or understand me. I was surprised when he responded,
“I understand.” was all he said before turning back to stare out the window. We pulled to stop in front on my house.
“I don’t wanna go back in there” i said as tears fell down my face.
“I’ll stay in the car with you.” Jackson said as Chase got out not saying anything to me.
“Do you think he’s mad at me?” i asked Jackson who was like a brother to me.
“I dunno i think that boy loves you more than he can handle.” Jackson said stretching.
“I love him alot too.” i said sitting on the floor of the backseat.
“Rouge i no you mean well but i think you should watch the way you talk to him.” Jackson said slowly opening a can of red bull.
“I no.” i said staring down i felt like a little girl sitting on the floor of a car. When i was scared i used to always sit on the floor of the jeep it made me feel safe. Suddenly Chase came bolting back to the car
“DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!” he yelled Jackson reversed and the jeep hit 180 mph. I was jolted back and fell backwards on the floor of the car hitting my head.
“Owwww.” i moaned.
“Rouge?” Chase.
“What?” i said then suddenly an enormous explosion shook the car and Jackson gained speed. I knew if the jeep went over to Hydro electric speed where it would run on hydrogen making it the fastest car on earth. It hit hydro and i fell backwards hitting my head again as the car shifted into flight mode. I felt dizzy as the car hit the air. My sight went black and i passed out.
“Rouge baby wake up.” I awoke to Chase’s soft voice in my ear. I was cradled in his lap.
“Hey.” I smiled at him as i gained sight.
“THANK GOD!” Jackson said i turned to him and then let out a gasp. We were in the air like a tiny air plane.
“Hydro mode eh?” i asked Jackson.
“Yup you remember.” He asked his face slightly pained. I nodded snuggling back into Chase.
“I love you.” I whispered into his ear,
“I love you too rouge.” he said as he leaned down to my lips. A sharp ring stopped are kiss i sighed a pulled away from Chase, as he pulled out his phone and climbed back into the front seat i zoned out thinking of are kiss.
“Rouge are you ok?” Jackson asked i started to blush insanely I guess Chase guessed why i was blushing and started to chuckle I glared at them and lay down on the black leather.
“I think were here” Jackson said as he prepared to land. We landed bumpily throwing me in a spurt of giggles.
“You’re so odd.” Chase murmured.
“Shut up” i laughed.
“Be quite rouge” Jackson said as the jeep turned silent we were parked at a huge black building with no windows.
“I’ll go in.” Chase said opening his door.
“Be safe.” i whispered biting my lip.
“Don’t worry.” Chase said closing the door in seconds he had disappeared into the building.
“You think she’s in there?” i asked Jackson.
“I no she is Rouge.” Jackson said his voice soft. I smiled in hope. After what seemed like forever Chase came outside. He opened the door slowly and called me out. After the door was closed I asked.
“Is she there? Is she ok?” I rambled on.
“Come on” he took my hand. We went through the whole building before we made it to the roof. The door swung open and over a dozen people were walking around. Crime scene tape was all around. I felt a tear escape before Chase took me to a man. He was kneeling down bending over something.
“One more time for the daughter.” Chase said. The man stood and stepped back revealing my worst nightmare. Only my mothers face was showing. The rest of her was covered by a dark body bag. I burst out in tears and threw my arms around Chase. I cried into him as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. He put his hands behind my knees and lifted me. I kept my face buried against him as we made our way back to the car. He laid me into the backseat and I fell asleep quickly. While we were landing I awoke. Chase was asleep in the front seat breathing softly. I looked at Jackson. His face stone still as he pulled into the driveway. Chase woke quickly and got out. He opened the door and took my hand helping me out. I looked around and spotted someone I haven’t seen in a month. Sam was standing at the foot of the driveway smiling. His blonde hair blowing slightly in the breeze.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:19 pm
no 8th graders. but no idk if she has yet but god knows what shes done.lets see fingered bad pictures to just random guys shes dating and then they break up and they have those pics and god knows who they send them too
November 5th, 2009 at 3:19 pm
Marisa- I’d rather not say just because anybody can read this and stuff
not because i’m being tracked by the fbi or anytihng 
November 5th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
Heyy watcha talkin bout?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
francesca- ok its cool
November 5th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
Nail polish, sluts, hair, the fbi, and how old i am
November 5th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
whoa Chase is my main guy too
November 5th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
hey caitlin! just some slut regan used to be friends with
November 5th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
Hey Caitlin
November 5th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
chase is your main guy???? huh??
November 5th, 2009 at 3:24 pm
hhaha oh
Regan- sry didnt no that
November 5th, 2009 at 3:24 pm
hhaha oh
Regan- sry didnt no that
November 5th, 2009 at 3:24 pm
Chase from what? because there is this really cool and hot dr named chase on house md.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:24 pm
wait nevermind, it the dude in the story srry
November 5th, 2009 at 3:24 pm
Character sorry put guy cause Emma is the main girl character
November 5th, 2009 at 3:25 pm
good lord Dr.Chase=] dude is one hot australian
November 5th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
Caitlin- whats new in your life?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
o ok haha…lets play a game :0
fill out the form below and send it.
State you live in:
Cold, warm, chilly, ect:
has it snowed by you yet?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
regan- yes he is
November 5th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
i have seen every episode of house my dads a heart surgon an he loooves house i think he wishes he was hahahahahaahaha
IM GOING TO PARIS IN 7 hrs
November 5th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
i have seen every episode of house my dads a heart surgon an he loooves house i think he wishes he was hahahahahaahaha
IM GOING TO PARIS IN 7 hrs
November 5th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
i have seen every episode of house my dads a heart surgon an he loooves house i think he wishes he was hahahahahaahaha
IM GOING TO PARIS IN 7 hrs
November 5th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
damn alison for saying yes. lol sorry for my french
November 5th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
HOLY FUCK! 3 times wth?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
I LOVE HOUSE MY FAV SHOW!
OMG PARIS!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
caitlin- paris!! woah
November 5th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
excuse my french hahaha
November 5th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
Ah Mon Dieu.Je vous hais Caitlin
lol only joking of course
November 5th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
Whoa watch the mouth!
Sorry i don’t care, just for Lisi’s ears
November 5th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
YEAHH PARIS! ive been there like 3 times before but it seems to get better
November 5th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
i take french since kindergarten
November 5th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
Caitlin~ lucky you i wanna come im gunna sneak along in your luggage okay.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
Caitlin check your bags for Brie before you leave lol.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
caitlin- yay finally someone whos not afraid to sware on this site. sorry just feel like i have to sensor everything. if you guys are against swearing just say something….cuz i swear sometimes
November 5th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
haha yeah my bad i shall watch my words
November 5th, 2009 at 3:30 pm
I went as a baby and im taking french and like my parents dont want to go back because they dont speak french so the people can be rude if you dont and im just like but i want to goooooooo
November 5th, 2009 at 3:30 pm
yea i’m ok with it but well, lets just say do you know about code 90 and code 9?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:30 pm
i meann its not like uve neverr herd a cuss word before ppls r like OMGOMG
November 5th, 2009 at 3:31 pm
Francesca C~ nah she doesnt need too but customs will probably find me.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:31 pm
oh i let bitch slip out on here and this girl was like um whoa blah blah stop i felt bad
November 5th, 2009 at 3:31 pm
crap. dinner. bye guys!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:31 pm
code 90- you type it when a parents or somebody is reading what you write so everybody should watch what they say and code 9 is what you say when the leave.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:32 pm
my dad is fluent in french hahaha but he refuses to translate for us so were like screwed so we like show with r motions wat we want
November 5th, 2009 at 3:32 pm
ciao Marisa. i hate having to retype everything
November 5th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
so just so you guys know when somebody says code 90 start talking about obama or kermit or your puppy and when the say code 9 start talking about pregnant sluts again lol
November 5th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
okay so has anyone heard city on our knees by tobyMac a no besides me
November 5th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
i need those codes then lol my mom doesnt think i sware lol
November 5th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
Regan will u post ur story i wanna read it
November 5th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
so lets practice…code 90!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
wait nevermind. im back
November 5th, 2009 at 3:34 pm
marisa read my message about code 90 and code 9.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:34 pm
haha my parents wont read this eveer so idc
November 5th, 2009 at 3:35 pm
so what do you guys think of obama? haha
November 5th, 2009 at 3:35 pm
i’m having a yummy dinner when
french onion soup 
omg, everything we say has to do with france or french people i didn’t notice that till now!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:35 pm
whoaaaaa new vampire diaries on tonight cant wait=] sure caitlin
November 5th, 2009 at 3:35 pm
Obama…has a very cute dog, and lucky kids…so lets just say code 9 lol
November 5th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
sorry typo! ~:) LOL HAIR!!! :)~ Goatie/Beard ~:)~ OMB HAIR AND A GOATIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry if you think im weird but ya no what that is your loss! jk i heart you all more than cheese! and i like cheese alot!!!!!!!!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
cool. i like the codes thing….but ya my parents wont read this….
November 5th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
1
The world was dull and dim around me. How could anyone get up this early? Sure, it was a beautiful sight and if Emma happened to be a painter and that was the reason to be out this early. But that wasn’t what the kids at school sent me for, to find out if she was an artist. They wanted information on Emma. I could get it for them; sadly they thought this is what I enjoyed in life. So now here I am stalking the new girl. What a perfectly wonderful thought. The storm from last night helped somewhat, knocking down surrounding trees. Giving me places to hide when Emma flipped her head around to check if she was being followed, did she know I was even here?
How to describe her? Emma, a tall dainty brunette, the schools newest infiltration. People wanted secrets, deep dirty secrets that she didn’t want the world to know. They had no problem knowing that an innocent girl would be stalked in the process, but that was them. They had always been that way and I would believe that they would remain that way. I had always done the work for them, never had a problem before until now I was just as curious as they were. I just knew how to get my own information.
Strangely I felt obnoxious following the girl I barely knew. I had already followed her sister. Nothing interesting that I could tell. Pointless following Emma but it was what they wanted. We were approaching the cemetery. Odd who visits a cemetery at 4:30 in the morning? I knew the De Coudry twins lived alone. But did their parents die here? No, the school would have known if they had. Emma and her sister would have grown up here. She would not be the stalked but possibly the stalker. The idea predator and prey overcame my thought about stalkers. I didn’t think about it that way I wasn’t going to kill her nor did I plan on raping her. Not a chance I didn’t need to be charged for murder or assault. Unfortunately the storms wind had not cleared away the spare twigs. I had been careful not to step on one and give myself away. I was not an amateur. But this one I hadn’t seen. I had to be the smallest twig I had ever seen, or when I looked later it looked small. But my defeat was handed to me by a twig. Despicable, years of quiet untraceable stalking. To be given away by a mere twig.
The birds had begun to rise and I had hoped my blunder would be covered over. But no my luck ran out at the twig when it took my defeat for its pleasure. Emma’s head snapped around, her mouth in a teeth bearing hiss. Her eyes a violent red, fear crept into my mind. The last time I had seen them they were a dormant brown. I stumbled backward hoping to escape in the rising light. Positive I had been too far away for her to know it was me. I tripped and hoped she was only beginning to understand what was happening. She was at my side before I could finish falling. Grabbing my arm and pulling me along behind her.
She said nothing as she walked but I knew she could feel my eyes watching her. She pulled me forward; I couldn’t take my eyes from the back of her head, I couldn’t comprehend the scenes around me. For a short distance before I heard locks click open. I was now sliding over a smooth cold surface. The world had gone black as if there had never been light in the first place. No sun to guide us through the day. The room smelled of decaying fabric and molding bread. It had to be some type of basement. Or, we were in a cemetery it could very well be a tomb. I shuddered mentally at the thought. Locked in a dark tomb with who knows what. School had to be starting soon they would notice I wasn’t there and come for me. Yes, that was how I would be rescued. Oh who was I fooling it had to be 5 o’clock latest. School wasn’t for three hours. How would they find me anyway? By the look I had seen on Emma’s face she wouldn’t tell. Well they always said “curiosity killed the cat” I just happen to be that cat. Her hand released me. Her heels clicking off into the distance. Locks clicked shut and the little light there had been was gone. The clicking of heels was back and growing louder. That might be echo though. I didn’t know how big the room was. I felt her eerie presence close to my right side. I heard a light, quiet thump. She must have knelt to look at me with her abnormal eyes. How she could possibly see was against any of my ideas. I was rummaging my brain for an escape plan. She sighed, unpleasantly close to my ear. Her breath moved down my neck slowly. But I could feel her gaze on my cheek. Almost as if she was savoring some idea that rested in her head. I felt her gaze shift to my exposed neck, the eyes almost burning my skin away. The thoughts of all the books I had read about cannibalism popped into my head. She couldn’t really eat humans could she? The thoughts made me gag. My breathing began to sound like I was hyperventilating. Trying to replace the images that formed in my head I attempted to speak.
“Emma, what are you doing?!” Trying to sound brave collapsed when the words came out ragged.
“I can’t. I won’t.” She croaked the words horse as if restraining herself from something or from screaming all day. She shoved herself up. I looked up her eyes now glowing with an unreliable orange color. I stared up at her uncomprehending what she has said.
“Leave. Get up leave and tell no one what happened.” Her voice had gone back to being normal. Her voice was no longer grating.
“What?” She wasn’t making sense. She probably wasn’t even in her right mind. She looked down. Her eyes staring into my plain blue ones. I couldn’t blink or move my eyes from hers. A thick fog started rolling around in my brain. Nothing made sense except to get up and walk away. I stood up still staring at those strange orange eyes. They almost looked remorseful, like they were sorry to watch me go. I walked forward. Not knowing where the door was did not slow my progress. I was clearly not in control of my own body. My hand reached out slowly and groped the wall looking for a handle.
“What are you doing?” I asked loudly trying to push back the fog from my brain.
“It is for your own good. Now go before I change my mind.”
I had found the latch by now and walked out the door. The farther away I got the less dense the fog became. When the fog rolled away from my brain it left behind made up memories altering what I knew had happened. Knowing only that I followed and talked to her. Nothing else. But somewhere in my mind I knew what had happened. It just wasn’t willing to reveal. I walked among the headstones glancing at some names to occupy time. I saw the road ahead and all the traces of fog on my brain were gone.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
BTW- When you get the chance click on my name and visit my site =)
November 5th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
hey guys…i have a bit of a problem…ya see i have these 2 friends.. we all have been friends sine we were like about 3 and we have a lot in common. but when we go places together they kinda leave me out and it really hurts cuase i will be standing right there and they will make up an inside joke and then get mad when i try to get in on it….it really upsets me when they do that…..Does anyone have any advice??????????????
November 5th, 2009 at 3:37 pm
good. im glad we can talk about pregnant sluts again hahaha
November 5th, 2009 at 3:37 pm
i like cheese!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:37 pm
my friend at school said obama would get elected when pigs fly OMB SWINE FLU!!!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:37 pm
Debra- ditch them and find some real friends! Like us!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
mmm my frends mom had her at 13
November 5th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
aw Debra I know what your going through. i spoke up and said if you guys are going to do this to me im not hanging out with you because i dont like being left out
November 5th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
Can i ask a weird girl to girl question?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:39 pm
Debra- they’re just a bunch of bitches! sorry….but ya come on here and vent to us
November 5th, 2009 at 3:39 pm
Brie- ive herd that before
November 5th, 2009 at 3:39 pm
Brie- ive herd that before
November 5th, 2009 at 3:39 pm
hey is any1 on?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:39 pm
francesca- ask away!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:40 pm
YEAHH SURE ASK AWAY HAHAHAA
November 5th, 2009 at 3:40 pm
Well ok then…when were you allwoed to shave your legs?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:40 pm
shoot francesca
November 5th, 2009 at 3:40 pm
grace- Oh yea alot of people are on
November 5th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
dang mom cooking onions for the french people soup and my eyes are watering
November 5th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
6th grade i told my mom i was notttt having gym with guys where you have to wear shorts with hairy legs lol
November 5th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
Fran- hahah i shall call u fran i was alowwwed to when ever i wanted to
November 5th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
frncesca- hahaha i thought you were going to ask us about periods or something. not that i care. um i think when i was 11ish? i kinda forget
November 5th, 2009 at 3:42 pm
hahahaha i think i did in like 4th
November 5th, 2009 at 3:42 pm
hahahaha i think i did in like 4th
November 5th, 2009 at 3:42 pm
lol ya…we have gym with guys they are all super nice and when we are running we all hold out our hands and high 5 and cheer for each other
November 5th, 2009 at 3:42 pm
Francesca C~ I Like it more than you i bet
November 5th, 2009 at 3:42 pm
Francesca C~ I Like it more than you i bet
November 5th, 2009 at 3:42 pm
yeah i was like girl to girl hmmm lol
November 5th, 2009 at 3:42 pm
NO CALLING ME FRAN OR FRANK
November 5th, 2009 at 3:42 pm
ahhhh GRRRR
November 5th, 2009 at 3:43 pm
Brie your name is a cheese
November 5th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
awww francesca is beautiful and all but its so long lol
November 5th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
FRANK! hahahahaha im laughing so hard i would never call u that
November 5th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
Yea in my school music, gym, art, health, and tech ed are called unified arts and you have one unified arts group the whole year mine is really nice we just went from health and music to tech ed and gym.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
francesca- ya all the guys in my grade are like that. alot of them are pretty awesome. and hot. i love guys hahaha
November 5th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
okay should guys complain when you smack them?
November 5th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
Then call me Frankie. Thats my nick name…
November 5th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
no! They hold out there hands and just high five! Will and Santi will be like come on frankie! And Coach will be all come on DC shouting to this slow fat boy who can’t run half a mile, even with stopping and stuff.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
cause playing around with this guy in gym i 5 starred him a couple times and he was like owwww then pulled up the back of his shirt and was like how reds my back, we were playing basketball lol
November 5th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
oh god francesca! frank hahaha
ugh i hated health. with the movie, and the guys in the room. but it was kinda funny when we watched it. all of us laughing really imature and stuff. this year were doing sex ed….ya…so not excited
November 5th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
i no it is my nickname and cheese is also my nickname so beat it just beat~ Francesca C
mical jackson hes dead he will dead until i am dead
November 5th, 2009 at 3:47 pm
Well 5 starring somebody can really hurt.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:47 pm
hahaha wow.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:47 pm
i got sex ed in 5th grade and have had it ever since
November 5th, 2009 at 3:48 pm
crap now i do have dinner bye!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:48 pm
I didnt slap u i high fived ur face : O
November 5th, 2009 at 3:48 pm
These girls on my street took me to there house and held me down and hit me, infront of my best friend, so i know 5 stars hurt.
November 5th, 2009 at 3:49 pm
what do u guys want for christmas? i really want a gold charm bracelet (not copying off of massie, my old one is way too small) a vera bradley duffel in symphony in hue, brown and white striped sweater uggs (they arent crochet theyre the sweater type) a coach scarf, viva la juicy perfume, silver juicy hoops, some stuff for my new room, clothes and a pair of houndstooth iceskates
November 5th, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Frankie- hell of a friend u got there
November 5th, 2009 at 3:50 pm
true….omg we were learning about greeks last year and my crush sat across from me and my friend the short one Gio sat next to me and they were talking about how guys wore skirts and girls had no tops and Gio goes oh la la i feel a breeze between my legs and i cracked up and in the video this statue comes on of a girl with her chest just sticking out ,our teacher b4 the movie was like now guys dont laugh dont be immature, and iw as laughing at Gios comment and my crush goes shhhh dont be immature but he was laughing to lol. coming off the sex ed movies
November 5th, 2009 at 3:50 pm
what my best friend? No she was just there an shy and scared plus they locked the door she couldn’t get out but the neighbors are b!tches
November 5th, 2009 at 3:51 pm
jesh Frankie what a nice friend if that happened to any of my friends i would be biting kicking screaming at them and calling the police
November 5th, 2009 at 3:52 pm
I got a horse last year i dunno wat i want this year ill take whatever they give me i have everything i want
November 5th, 2009 at 3:52 pm
hey! It wasn’t her fault we didn’t have a phone or anything!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:52 pm
i have no idea what u guys r talking about… lol now i feel awkward. im super super board. hey heres my polyvore anyone wanna see it ? —–> http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=370342
November 5th, 2009 at 3:53 pm
Well u should have sued the shit out of them
November 5th, 2009 at 3:53 pm
for Christmas I want Viva la Juicy, Daisy by marc jacobs, clothes and a coach purse and idk what else
November 5th, 2009 at 3:53 pm
Hey, Lisi
I was wondering how you password protect things. A while a go you made a blah-g where you said that if you were a little nervous about your writing it’d be good to have your stuff password protected. The thing is, I have no idea how! I tried everything. Do you think you could give me some tips?
THANKS!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:56 pm
well i got my writing with copy right if you steel my ideas you are breaking the law!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:57 pm
okay so who here actually like micheal jacksonlike more than like thriller or just one song like all of his songs
November 5th, 2009 at 3:57 pm
lol im plannign my halloween coustume for next year my friends and i want to go as masked girls lol
November 5th, 2009 at 3:58 pm
i’m looking for my wishlist in word and i can’t find it!
November 5th, 2009 at 3:58 pm
VIVA LA JUICY hahaha caps is all my sister wears i like Ralph lauren HOT
November 5th, 2009 at 3:59 pm
did you know prank calling is illegal and rooseveltaphobia is the fear of fear itself yeah i no stuff
November 5th, 2009 at 3:59 pm
FOUND IT!
So i want chocolate uggs
a new northface
this bracelet
abercrombie gift card
itunes gift card
and a new hand bag
November 5th, 2009 at 4:00 pm
Me and my friends last year were the kids from the strangers it was sooo scary
November 5th, 2009 at 4:00 pm
so im looking at masks so ill be here but not here lol
November 5th, 2009 at 4:01 pm
did you know Anatidaephobia is the fear you are being watched by a duck? lol
November 5th, 2009 at 4:01 pm
Brie- haha thats like the random facts they give us in school adgenda books
November 5th, 2009 at 4:01 pm
gtg dinner brb
November 5th, 2009 at 4:03 pm
I have viva la juicy and it gives me a headache hahaha but it does smell pretty good
November 5th, 2009 at 4:03 pm
why are people making wishlists it isnt even thanksgiving yet! OMB I CANT WAIT FOR BLACK FRIDAY!!!!!
November 5th, 2009 at 4:04 pm
THE MEN WHO STARE AT GOATS!!!
November 5th, 2009 at 4:05 pm
Talking about material items that we want is small minded wat about the kids who have nothing hahaha lets brodin r horizons shall we?
November 5th, 2009 at 4:06 pm
lol i have necrophobia. can anyone guess what im scared of?
November 5th, 2009 at 4:09 pm
you are scared of necros regan i have arsonphobia do you know what that is
November 5th, 2009 at 4:10 pm
its the fear of death….. you have the fear of fire i believe im no pyromaniac but i love watching candle flames flick back and forth lol
November 5th, 2009 at 4:11 pm
fear of dead things
November 5th, 2009 at 4:13 pm
and Algophobia
November 5th, 2009 at 4:14 pm
and Nyctohylophobia
November 5th, 2009 at 4:16 pm
DEAD THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is you scared
November 5th, 2009 at 4:16 pm
brie i always make my list super early lol. i want some new pajamas for christmas too. and i want the proposal and up on dvd lol i love those movies. i dont have a fear of really anything i guess, except when i was little i had a barfaphobia. seeing it, hearing it, smelling it, would make me throw up lol OH and i want a diamond ring for xmas not a real one a fake one but i think theyre cute! i also want a giant cinnabon candle they smell so good!
November 5th, 2009 at 4:16 pm
haha
November 5th, 2009 at 4:17 pm
If you or your parents are looking for an event planner
or for a theme decorator
for some one to do your floral arrangements (silk)
for someone to do your make up (she’s a hollywood make-up artist)
someone to plan a wedding
or if you just want a custom made item go to this website. BELIEVE ME SHE’S AWESOME!!!!
http://www.theroseofsharynunlimited.webs.com
November 5th, 2009 at 4:19 pm
please go and support
tata for now
November 5th, 2009 at 4:21 pm
now im looking up my name. Im a character in a Shakespeare. oh shes murdered lol
November 5th, 2009 at 4:23 pm
and its a city in north dakota with a population of 43 xD
November 5th, 2009 at 4:24 pm
i do not want to do my homework but i have too….. ughhh i am four days behind! i have been sick!
November 5th, 2009 at 4:25 pm
man it must be nice to have money! i am watching my super sweet 16… you kno, get whatever u want when u want? money can so buy happiness
November 5th, 2009 at 4:26 pm
off to do home work! wish me luck i hope to be bak soon!
November 5th, 2009 at 4:27 pm
well now i can see why she dies……
November 5th, 2009 at 4:39 pm
Lisi,
Great costume, Lisi! Must’ve taken you awhile to pucker your lip like that, but it looks ah-mazing
On a different not, I think the advice you gave Goddess was great. Very inspiring. It’s hard to believe someone like you will go through something like that. I mean, that’s kind of what you write books about…What a coincidence…Anyway, I don’t know is it just me, but I think this school year is flying by too fast. I mean, just a few days ago it was Monday and I was upset about that, but before I know it’s already gonna be Thursday! Amazing! On another different note, I really want to write a book or a story, just something! But I can’t think of anything! Do you know how to help me? Please do. If you can, anyways. Okay, I’ve gotta go, but have a nice week! 
November 5th, 2009 at 4:39 pm
hi me is bacl ugh i have chores to do to bad MA!
November 5th, 2009 at 4:42 pm
ugh i want to go to the movies sat night but there is nothing to see.
November 5th, 2009 at 4:58 pm
Lisi i am super confused i went to target last nite and they already have them on shelves and they had like 2 left i just dont get why its out early???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Lisi i am super confused i went to target last nite and they already have them on shelves and they had like 2 left i just dont get why its out early???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Lisi i am super confused i went to target last nite and they already have them on shelves and they had like 2 left i just dont get why its out early???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Lisi i am super confused i went to target last nite and they already have them on shelves and they had like 2 left i just dont get why its out early??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? i didn’t have enough money to get charmed and dangerous and the cliquetionary so i have to save up my money for both and its hard to wait
Mallory
November 5th, 2009 at 5:16 pm
LIsi, I absolutly luuuuuuuv the charmed and dangerous so far.. i haven’t gotten to finish it yet because of schoolwork and a busy schedule, but its really good!!!! one of the best!!!!! also, ive been asking on alot of the blogs, will you keep writing the clique books or are you just writing the alphas books (which i mega luuuuuuuuuuuv x10 too!!!!)? Well, I cant wait until the next books come out!!!!
November 5th, 2009 at 5:29 pm
Hey lisi
This blahg was awsome ;D and meh mum got me charmed and dangerous and it is sooo awsome!!!!!!!!!!! Keep writing
Milan
November 5th, 2009 at 5:36 pm
Lisi I love your coustume so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is so ah-mazing. Your lips totally fit the character! I love your writing and I can’t wait to get charmed and dangerous!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOu are and an amazing writer and advice giver (might I add)
ps: I hope this comment gets published cause I have really wanted to be able to comment!
Love,
Syd
November 5th, 2009 at 5:37 pm
uggghhhhh im so bored and tired… stayed up til 12:30 last night watching the Yankees sweep the world serieesss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LETS GO YANKEES =]
November 5th, 2009 at 6:02 pm
is anyone on?
November 5th, 2009 at 6:08 pm
f you or your parents are looking for an event planner
or for a theme decorator
for some one to do your floral arrangements (silk)
for someone to do your make up (she’s a hollywood make-up artist)
someone to plan a wedding
or if you just want a custom made item go to this website. BELIEVE ME SHE’S AWESOME!!!!
http://www.theroseofsharynunlimited.webs.com
November 5th, 2009 at 6:10 pm
HEEY lisi ehmygawd you give awesome advice!!! forgive and kiss ass!! totally gonna listen haha
plz check out my blog at vivloves-chocolateandrose.tumblr.com
haha luv this seriees obviously!! but I luv ALPHAS too!!!
Keep on writing
PEACE OUT!!!
November 5th, 2009 at 6:23 pm
Hi, Lisi. I know you get a lot of comments each blah-g and I know that you read each and everyone. I read all your books and I’ve feel in love witht hem. So much that I decited to write my own (with the encouragement of frinds.) I’m not going to post it or make a super long comment; I justed wanted to say you inspired me and i’m sure many other girls that post their stories here. Thanks so much, Lisi.
November 5th, 2009 at 6:27 pm
Sorry for all the spelling errors :/ new keyboard, trying to get used to it.
November 5th, 2009 at 7:05 pm
I cant talk tonight cause im watching mondays CSI Miami and then im gonna go to sleep I will probebly be on tomorrow so Goodnight My Girlies!
November 5th, 2009 at 7:26 pm
hey lisi,
i’m going thru the same situation as goddess, only mine is the real deal!! the girls in my group just all decieded to snoot up and ctry to better than everyone (i dont need to try, i know im better than them because i don’t put others dpwn). anyway, wat should i do?? stand up to them, leave and find a new group, or ignore it and feign normality?? please write back, i dont mind if its on the blah-g, or just a personal note.
thanks
November 5th, 2009 at 7:28 pm
p.s. i luhved CAD!!! one of my faves for sure!!
November 5th, 2009 at 8:19 pm
Hey Lisi,
Stupid idea but i was thinking that you should making a sequel to the prequel because there were many questions that werent answered in Charmed and Dangerous. i loved it but i wanna know how massie actually convinced her parents to let her go there, and how she became the queen bee. so a sequel to the prequel think about it.
November 5th, 2009 at 9:40 pm
a sequel to the prequel???? :):) that would be sooo cool, Lisi!!! And no one would be expecting it!! It would be like “BAM”!!! Super surprise!! that’s a great idea, Stephanie
November 5th, 2009 at 10:18 pm
Hey girls,
Not swine flu just regular flu thank goodness! I’m feeling a lot better today
November 5th, 2009 at 10:19 pm
PS Grace hope you feel better soon. You should rent my super sweet 16 the movie if you haven’t seen it yet!
November 6th, 2009 at 12:24 am
Hi, everyone! I know I haven’t commented as early as I would’ve liked to, but my Internet connection failed (I blame typical British weather - it’s been raining nonstop for a whole week!) Before I leave to have breakfast, I just want to say that Lisi looks ah-mazing in her Cougar costume…but I hope she won’t dress up as that everyday, Halloween or not!
Sonal xoxo
November 6th, 2009 at 4:56 am
Lisi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can I please get a shout out?? My birthday was November 2 and that would be thebest present ever btw I can’t wait for the second alphas book or charmed and dangerous
November 6th, 2009 at 4:58 am
Btw how come the pretty commitee never celebrates their birthdays??? I always wondered when it was
November 6th, 2009 at 8:49 am
Okay this is really random but if anyone wants ducttake wallet give me the dimensions and i can probably make one for you.
November 6th, 2009 at 11:40 am
Yeah why doesn’t the PC celebrate there birthday?
November 6th, 2009 at 1:22 pm
Brie- lol that is so weird every1 in my school is making them and there was this kid who was selling them to ppl and the art teacher found out and yelled at him and he got td and stuff. It was really funny, except im not in that art class but i heard about it =]
November 6th, 2009 at 1:23 pm
Talia, I have no idea if you are going to get this, but I absolutely love your story, when i first started reading it I thought, “Oh, its just another vampire story.” Then i realized it was so much more. I love it, keep writing, keep trying, and someday I think you could be something big.
November 6th, 2009 at 1:32 pm
hi
November 6th, 2009 at 1:54 pm
Heyy Lisi.
Ummm.
To be honest,
I’m getting Sick of posting!
It never-evah works.
Ever.
I’ve tried about 6 times???
Everyone elses post pop up…but mine Never!
Enough of the Sadness.
HIIIIIII.
Like j’magawwwsh.
Hi.
Am.
I luhv your books.
++^ I wrote you a totally Majorr letter.
Bt i never got a reply: Cue sad smiley .:(
Here it is.
I am not from US 0f A.
but i have read a;llllllll the books.
A Die-Hard Fan, man.
I asked tons of Q’s…
D’yaa Remember???
Anyway,
here are some…
new clique stuff to say for oyu.
If you want,
Sadness = wh nsomething sad occurs. you don’t say…aw no. you say ‘Sadness’.
J’magawsh = An EXCLAMATION!
La La Love/ Luhhv = Speaks for itself!
Couture = as an adjective…& finally…
Fantabulastic = A Claire wprd? Kindaa pre-Kish but still…Heart!
Anyway,
HEARTS, ETC!
xxx
November 6th, 2009 at 1:55 pm
IT WORKKKKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hearts,etc.
Coco-
November 6th, 2009 at 1:57 pm
HEY EVERYONE!
How are you all doing?
Unlike the past days where I have been online for like 5 minutes..
BUT I CAN STAY THIS TIME…. I think..
November 6th, 2009 at 2:02 pm
P.S. if anyone is interested in my blog can you please visit??
It’s easy to visit! Just CLICK my name!
It’s totally not creeper-ish I swearrr. I posted a chapter of a new story I am writing on there. But I just created it like last week so I haven’t been able to post much
I am writing the second chapter to my story right now though!!!
November 6th, 2009 at 2:07 pm
Is anyone online?
November 6th, 2009 at 2:08 pm
WOW I USE A LOT OF SMILEYS lol.
November 6th, 2009 at 2:31 pm
SMILEYS!!!!
November 6th, 2009 at 2:31 pm
SMILEYS!!!!
November 6th, 2009 at 2:34 pm
Hey Lisi!!!!,
On the homepage of your site it says the Cliquetionary comes out on November 16, but I wanted to let ya know that at a Target in Long Island, NY, it is already available, and when I bought it, the cashier didn’t comment. Whyyyy?????????
XXXOOO
~Paige
November 6th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
LISI!!!!!
kay wuz reading all the prev. blogs and u talk a ton
about Best Friends For Never the movie.
any word on that???
hola chicas!!!!
if ur awn!
November 6th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
Paige~thats wicked can you buy me one ill give you a duckl tape wallet.
November 6th, 2009 at 2:37 pm
Paige~thats wicked can you buy me one ill give you a duckl tape wallet.
November 6th, 2009 at 2:38 pm
Brie~ duck tape wallet??
November 6th, 2009 at 2:40 pm
Paige~Yes M’am
November 6th, 2009 at 2:42 pm
Brie~ I’ll think about it… but now i g2g to volleyball practice ttyl!
November 6th, 2009 at 2:44 pm
Thinking about it YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
November 6th, 2009 at 2:44 pm
hey any1 on
November 6th, 2009 at 2:45 pm
hiya!
November 6th, 2009 at 2:45 pm
hiya!
November 6th, 2009 at 2:46 pm
hey brie wats up
November 6th, 2009 at 2:48 pm
Courntey~ just eating peanuts and making duck tape wallets
November 6th, 2009 at 2:50 pm
Brie~try in to feel my numb thoght cus i have strep and the cough drop thingy i have numbs it it’s wierd
November 6th, 2009 at 2:52 pm
Courtney~what is a numb
November 6th, 2009 at 2:54 pm
cus of the cough drop thingy it numbs my thoght so i don’t feel the pain and i can talk w/o feeling pain yayyyyy
November 6th, 2009 at 2:55 pm
ooo i get it now!!!!!
November 6th, 2009 at 2:56 pm
Wow people came online YAYYYY!
I was lonely so I resorted to writing ch. 2 in my new story NYC Tragedy, Cali Magesty.
CLICK MY NAME TO READ THE FIRST CHAPTER!
November 6th, 2009 at 2:56 pm
i’m soo happy on mon it’s the new marking peirod and i have gym 4th hr w/my friends kathy and mara
November 6th, 2009 at 2:58 pm
Courtney~ what is a marking period i dont know i dont go to a public school
November 6th, 2009 at 3:02 pm
@Brie: a marking period is like a quarter. or semester. My quarter just ended today. On the end of the quarter marks close so any test or quiz or any other grade for that matter is counted in the next marking period or quarter.
And public schools have themtoo.
November 6th, 2009 at 3:05 pm
Courtney~I dont have that and i go to a private school
November 6th, 2009 at 3:08 pm
oh i go to puplic school i’m just glad to get out of art
November 6th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
my art teacher scares me
November 6th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
Courtney~ yeah i go to a school kinda like PMS and i have been going to private school all my life so im kinda scared of public school cuz thats where my dad works and its uh kinda scary so im kinda scared of it
November 6th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
anyone on ????
November 6th, 2009 at 3:13 pm
courtney~im sorry you feel that way about potatoe chips
November 6th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
i’ve gone to puplic school all my life my mom used to work at my school but then she went to the high school you’ll be fine trust me
November 6th, 2009 at 3:16 pm
@Brie: I go to private school too. Sorry I thought you said you go to public school so I said “public schools have them too.”
November 6th, 2009 at 3:16 pm
Courtney~ iim not going to public school until college most likely.
November 6th, 2009 at 3:18 pm
Kayla~yeah no but everyone at my school is kinda snoot so its hard
November 6th, 2009 at 3:19 pm
wat poatoe chips i said my art teacher was scary so do my friends kathy and mara
November 6th, 2009 at 3:20 pm
OMB i want tepan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
November 6th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
in puplic school theres ether stuck up ppl or really awsome ppl and geeks
November 6th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
Courtney~ yeah thats just something i say when people are made.
November 6th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
i just think of that person falling into lava then i lol
November 6th, 2009 at 3:24 pm
im kinda geeky but sporty at the same time
November 6th, 2009 at 3:25 pm
did you know that diamonds come from lava which while it is undert ground it is called magma nad stays in a magma chamber until the volcano erupts and throws into the atmosphere
November 6th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
i’m like evil and sporty Drew calls me demonic little brat
November 6th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
yeah i was awake in science that day drew is my guy friends friend
November 6th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
i’m one of those stubborn ppl that don’t care about wat other ppl think
November 6th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
did you know that the atmosphere has five layers the troposphere the stratosphere the mesosphere the thermosphere and the Exosphere and you can take a plane to the exosphere i think and you can float around and that is one of the things thats on my bucket list o yeah eat it eat it
November 6th, 2009 at 3:34 pm
did you know that hand sanitizer tastes disgusting
November 6th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
yep someone dared me
November 6th, 2009 at 3:37 pm
(c)
“DELIA! OPEN THE DOOR!” Tory, my 18 year-old sister, pounded at the front door.
“What is it, Tory!?” I screamed, running down the stairs. I tied my pink satin robe tightly around my tiny waist. “It’s 1 o’clock in the morning.”
I looked through the hole on the door. Tory stood on the doorstep, her auburn hair messy and her make-up smudged
I swung open the door, and Tory clomped through with her brown Uggs.
“Turn on the news.” She said simply. I stared at her, dumbfounded. “I SAID TURN ON THE FREAKING NEWS, DELIA!” She screamed. “Okay, okay.” I said, running into the living room.
I scrambled for the remote control, which I found three seconds later under the couch. I turned to channel 14.
The shot was a bird’s eye view of a terrible car accident. A blonde reported appeared on the screen.
“At 12:15 early this morning, a yellow VW bug crashed into a silver Lexus in the heart of Manhattan. The bug’s driver was a drunken college student coming back from a frat party. She ran through a red light and smashed into the Lexus. The passengers in the Lexus, 41 year-old Loretta Kale and 45 year-old Jared Kale, died on impact. The college student, 21 year-old Alexis Mazurka, is facing charges.”
The rest of the news report blurred out, and tears stung my eyes. My parents…were…dead!
Tory jammed the “POWER” button on the remote with her pinky, turning the TV off. I ran over to her, and we collapsed into a wet, slobbery pile of sobbing teenagers on the couch.
I awoke several hours later to broad sunlight. I could hear my grandma talking to my sister. “Gram!” I yelled from the couch. “Hi, Delia.” She said soothingly, walking into the living room. “I’m so sorry.” She said, hugging me tightly. I swallowed hard, trying to choke back tears.
I should probably introduce myself: my name is Delia Kale, and I am 14 years-old. I live in New York with my parents…or at least USED to live in NYC with them. My sister Tory is a freshman in college.
“Want some breakfast?” Gram asked, leading me into the kitchen. Tory was frying some eggs, her hair in a tight bun on top of her head, and she was trying to force a smile. Suddenly, Gram’s cell phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, and pressed “ANSWER”.
“Hi, sweetie…I know, it’s such a tragedy. Did you get my e-mail?” She said to the person. “Could you do that for me? Please? I will help you for the first couple of weeks, if you’d like…She’s not a baby! It will be clearly easy… Yes, yes, teenagers are hard…” Tory and I exchanged an awkward glance, knowing that Gram was clearly talking about me.
Gram excused herself from the kitchen and wandered into the bathroom. After 10 minutes of negotiating with the caller, she hung up and walked back into the kitchen.
“Delia…” She began. “Yes, Gram?” I asked. “So, as you know, I am going to be traveling the world in a month. And…I won’t be able to have you live with me.” She said.
“So, your aunt Lynn and I have worked out that you will go live with her in California. Doesn’t that sound like fun?!” Gram said excitedly.
Fun? I had only seen Lynn twice in my whole 14 years of life. Mom said she was a snooty 30 year-old who didn’t have the time nor patience for kids.
“Uh…I guess so.” I said. “Well, good.” She said. Her eyes glazed over and they started to water. She didn’t want to put me through this. “We’ll be leaving Saturday.” She said. She excused herself again, and ran into the bathroom.
(c)
DID YOU ENJOY THIS STORY? GO TO MY BLOG http://www.writingprincessgurlie.blogspot.com TO SEE THE PICTURES OF THE CHARACTERS AND FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!
November 6th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
Courtney~someone dared you to eet hand sanitizer. that is just plain gross =)
November 6th, 2009 at 3:48 pm
okay this is kinda random but what does F.A.K.A mean i just dont get it.
November 6th, 2009 at 3:50 pm
Hey gurlies! Chapter 2 of my story (PLEASE LOOK ABOVE THIS POST FOR CHAPTER 1) is on my blog now. CLICK MY NAME!
Thanks!
P.S. Sorry I keep talking about my blog I just want people to read my new stories
November 6th, 2009 at 3:51 pm
BRIE , F.A.K.A. means Forgive And Kiss Ass ;D
November 6th, 2009 at 3:55 pm
hahaha we just learned about volcanoes to not its waves of joyus fun
November 6th, 2009 at 4:56 pm
Who do u think u r most like? I think I am most like Massie or Dylan. I am actually a mix. I agree with you! she should just act happy. FAKA!
November 6th, 2009 at 4:57 pm
Okay is it kick or kiss?Cuz I could have sworn I saw kick. Just asking…
November 6th, 2009 at 5:02 pm
Ummmmmm kayla i heart ur story but (c) dosent mean copywrite and its not actually illegal for someone to say thats theirs
November 6th, 2009 at 5:03 pm
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My birthday is on Nov. 10th, the day before your next blah-g. I was hoping that you could give me a shout-out on ur next blah-g!!
that would make my day. I’m having a sleepover with my BFFLs and were having a movie marathon night (obvie we’re gonna watch the clique!) and they’re staying over for dinner. Next day we’re going to downtown for a shopping spree!! excited!
November 6th, 2009 at 5:07 pm
Hey lillie do u have any chapters past like 12 or the last 1 u posted?
November 6th, 2009 at 5:09 pm
Hey girlies
November 6th, 2009 at 5:10 pm
I just read Lisi’s interview with Book Diva’s. She said she has a new series coming out…..
November 6th, 2009 at 5:26 pm
Hey Lisi!!
My birthday was this past monday. Could you please please please please times a billion wish me a happy birthday on your next blog? It would be the best birthday gift ever!!!
-Priscilla
November 6th, 2009 at 5:27 pm
sorry hannah
it’s been busy but im working on it
expect new chapters next blah-g hopefully
November 6th, 2009 at 5:29 pm
Im bored
November 6th, 2009 at 5:49 pm
why do my comments never show up????? Anyway, LISI I HOPE YOU ARE OKAY!!! I heard u got hit by a car and ommmg are you all right? I READ CHARMED AND DANGEROUS AND IT WAS SOOOO GOOD! I love you lisi! get well soon!!!!!!!! ~Micaela
November 6th, 2009 at 6:15 pm
Micaela- Where did u hear that…. its probs a lie. If 1 of ur friends just told u they ar elyyyyying
November 6th, 2009 at 6:32 pm
Aww tonights episode of WOWP was so sad
November 6th, 2009 at 7:17 pm
What happened in it?
November 6th, 2009 at 7:38 pm
omg it was sad =[ lol Bridget was on Jonas and so was Samantha, from The Clique movie icydk. But OMGOMGOMG I finished my ending to my book and i love love love it I started crying =] Then I wrote page one of the second book lol now I need the middle of the first book to bridge the gap from beginging to ending
November 6th, 2009 at 7:41 pm
Lisi did soooo not get hit by a car. At least i hope she didn’t she wouldnt be blogging if she did. Oh this really bratty girl at my school got hit by a car. shes not dead or anything she was walking home with my friend Alexus from one of our town festiveles and idk what exactly happened but yeah she got hit by a car……
November 6th, 2009 at 7:57 pm
Well I have to go for tonight girlies I will try to be on tomorrow but I have a lot of hw so it depends.
Goodnight My Girlies!
November 6th, 2009 at 7:58 pm
hey! any1 on?
November 6th, 2009 at 8:06 pm
i’m all alone…:(
November 6th, 2009 at 8:35 pm
alone…
November 6th, 2009 at 10:07 pm
hey,
I love that even though you are an adult you still FAKA! its great! If we were to meet we would be besties!!!!!!!! haha but i love how down to earth u r. so thanks!
November 6th, 2009 at 10:07 pm
hey,
I love that even though you are an adult you still FAKA! its great! If we were to meet we would be besties!!!!!!!! haha but i love how down to earth u r. so thanks!
November 7th, 2009 at 6:05 am
hi guys anybody here?
November 7th, 2009 at 6:10 am
Does anybody need a lockerz invite i could invite you.
November 7th, 2009 at 6:17 am
I’m watching the clique movie online but i have seen it before i am just to lazy to buy it again on on demand.
November 7th, 2009 at 6:35 am
not any more it isn’t working its really weird
November 7th, 2009 at 8:48 am
Awesome! I luhv the costume!
November 7th, 2009 at 9:10 am
LISI!!!!
kay i wuz reading all the prev. blah-gs and u talk a ton about Best Friends 4 Never the movie.
any word on that????
November 7th, 2009 at 10:12 am
i’m sad..I haven’t gotten the clique prequel yet but i’m going to get it. another reason i’m sad is cuz i’m laying at home sick..i finally got enough energy to go on my computer. i wanted to but i was way to tired..like after walking to the bathroom i was exausted. but the good ting is that i probably don’t have swine flu cuz i don’t have a fever but still, knock on wood (trying to find wood) kay all good
November 7th, 2009 at 10:15 am
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I was thinking that maybe you could arrange a monthly contest on your site for us wannabe writers. I’m sure all of us WWs want some recognition on our stories; so how about each month, people submit a story and you could read them and pick a winner and have the winner’s story posted on your blah-g or something. I’m sure people would like this contest and I do hope you put this into consideration Lisi!
I know it’s going to be a lot of stories for you to read but if you think it’s too much, then don’t do it. Us fans don’t want you to have too much on your plate since you’re already working hard on your ah-mazing novels. Thanks! Oh and girls, if you like this idea, please comment and tell Lisi that this is a good idea so it can actually work!
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sorry that i took up so much space
November 7th, 2009 at 10:15 am
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I was thinking that maybe you could arrange a monthly contest on your site for us wannabe writers. I’m sure all of us WWs want some recognition on our stories; so how about each month, people submit a story and you could read them and pick a winner and have the winner’s story posted on your blah-g or something. I’m sure people would like this contest and I do hope you put this into consideration Lisi!
I know it’s going to be a lot of stories for you to read but if you think it’s too much, then don’t do it. Us fans don’t want you to have too much on your plate since you’re already working hard on your ah-mazing novels. Thanks! Oh and girls, if you like this idea, please comment and tell Lisi that this is a good idea so it can actually work!
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November 7th, 2009 at 10:17 am
hey lillie
November 7th, 2009 at 10:31 am
Hey gurlies! I AM SO EXCITED BECAUSE I JUST GOT Charmed and Dangerous !!!!!
Yay!yay!yay!yay!yay!
Heehee! I don’t know if I will be on here for long because I have to make some lunch and then maybe homework.
BUT WHAT’S UP?!?!?!
Please check out my blog! I have the first 2 chapters of my new story ~ NYC Tragedy, Cali Magesty ~ posted on there. Click my name!
<3kAyLa
November 7th, 2009 at 10:32 am
hey kayla
November 7th, 2009 at 10:34 am
@ Hannah:) You probably won’t see this but I was looking at what you said after I logged offline yesterday thanks for letting me know that the (c) doesn’t mean copyrighted. LOL . I am not good with this legal stuff
November 7th, 2009 at 10:35 am
HI LAURA! What’s up?
November 7th, 2009 at 10:40 am
hey!!!!! i hope u r still on! um i’m just okay, i’m sick and bored so yeah not the best…
hbu though?? wats up?
November 7th, 2009 at 10:42 am
i’m writing my story right now
November 7th, 2009 at 10:44 am
COOL! I would love to hear it, but I have to go eat lunch. Byeee
<3kAyLa
November 7th, 2009 at 10:46 am
bye!
November 7th, 2009 at 10:48 am
guys i’m here!!!
November 7th, 2009 at 10:51 am
Lisi-
i finished the book in a day 
and that is how i became a clique addict :O Clique addict! That BRILLIANT!
So i’m here, not able to swallow anything because i am sick again. I just got better a few days ago from the swine flu, but i guess i wasn’t all better because i feel like but. So i decided to tell you how i discovered the click.
We used to go to NJ every summer. 2 summers ago, i made the mistake of bringing one book. I finished it in minutes. So i went looking for a book store, and found a little one on the board walk. I picked the first clique book because i loved the color and had heard good things about it
November 7th, 2009 at 10:53 am
Oh i’m dieing here so i guess i’ll write a story i’ll post the first chapter when i finish Lisi and others: tell me if you like it after i read it!
November 7th, 2009 at 10:58 am
any1 on?
November 7th, 2009 at 10:59 am
francesca- i’m sick too!
November 7th, 2009 at 11:07 am
Hi!
November 7th, 2009 at 11:08 am
Yea i had swine a week ago and then i was better but yesterday i got a sore throat and could barely move on the bus ride home from school which was to bad because we got report cards.
November 7th, 2009 at 11:12 am
ohh that stinks. i hope u feel better.
tell me about swine flu. sry just wondering.
November 7th, 2009 at 11:14 am
I GOT A TITLE IDEA FOR MY STORY!
November 7th, 2009 at 11:15 am
Oh it’s just the regualr flu-ish symptoms, but it’s transmitted by pigs idk why people get worked up about it. I had it mild though. Fever, cough, dizzyness. But it sucks because there is nothing good on tv during the week days.
November 7th, 2009 at 11:19 am
yeah. plus on sat mornings all that plays is those shows that they fix a house. i mean i like those but they can get really boring
November 7th, 2009 at 11:20 am
I know. The only house show i watch is house…lol thats ironic
November 7th, 2009 at 11:23 am
Hello! ((:
November 7th, 2009 at 11:24 am
HI!!
November 7th, 2009 at 11:26 am
sorry i gtg! bye guys! feel better francesca!
November 7th, 2009 at 11:27 am
kk
November 7th, 2009 at 11:31 am
Wow. On Friday, like five of my teachers were out and my classes were almost half their usual size–which isn’t much, cuz my school is teeny
November 7th, 2009 at 11:44 am
Ugh i’m so mad at my mom she was in the car and she broke my david cook cd!
November 7th, 2009 at 11:45 am
yea my language arts and morning advisor teacher has been out all week we had this old weird sub she was cranky.
November 7th, 2009 at 11:48 am
Hi everyone I am back!
November 7th, 2009 at 11:54 am
hey any1 on i’ve been so boerd my friend Mara (also my nighbor) said she’d put a messege in my mail box (thats how we send messeges) but she hasn’t yet
November 7th, 2009 at 11:54 am
hey
November 7th, 2009 at 11:55 am
KAYLA! YOUR STORY IS AMAZING! AND I LOVE YOUR BLOG! :))
November 7th, 2009 at 11:55 am
I am on i am super mad my mom broke my david cook cd.
November 7th, 2009 at 11:56 am
hey wats up
November 7th, 2009 at 11:56 am
guys i’m working on my story this is what i posted about it before:
Oh i’m dieing here so i guess i’ll write a story i’ll post the first chapter when i finish Lisi and others: tell me if you like it after i read it!
November 7th, 2009 at 11:58 am
i’m super happy michigan is beating purdue!!! (yes i’m wierd cus i watch football and enjoy it w/o looking clueless)
November 7th, 2009 at 12:00 pm
OMG ASSISSI! Thank you so much! I am writing chapter 3 as we speak. THANK YOU!!!
November 7th, 2009 at 12:03 pm
my dogs r so dumb tractors arn’t that scary so quit barking roxy and rocco
November 7th, 2009 at 12:03 pm
courtney~ i love football except i dont like either of those teams i like UCLA and U OF A
November 7th, 2009 at 12:05 pm
brie-i’m a huge michigan fan (go blue!!!) but i h8 notre dame but i like texas and nfl i like the patriots
November 7th, 2009 at 12:06 pm
i’m writing the story it may take a while to post the first chapter because i have a new key board and it is different from my old one so i am just getting used to typeing on it but i am making errors as you can tell.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:08 pm
guys will you help me i need a character name!
November 7th, 2009 at 12:09 pm
She is 17, really popular and pretty, has green eyes and wavy blond hair. She can be mean, but once you get to know her she will be your bff. Not afraid to get down in the dirt with her brother.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:10 pm
BROOKE!
orr…. CHARLOTTE! (that’s gonna be a character name for my story, too!)
November 7th, 2009 at 12:10 pm
omg me and my brother are getting madden 2010, crap!!! michigan and purdue are tied
November 7th, 2009 at 12:12 pm
Oh and how about for a boy. He is 18 and has green eyes, shaggy black hair, pale skin, and likes sports, wrestling, and can be head strong.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:13 pm
Ashley,Ashlyn,Katilyn,Paige
November 7th, 2009 at 12:15 pm
Carter,Marshall,Tyler,Collin
November 7th, 2009 at 12:16 pm
my brother is a state ranked wrestler so i know alot about wrestling
November 7th, 2009 at 12:17 pm
Francesca C:
For the Girl…
Tiffanie
Starr
Cammie
Rowan
For the Guy:
Cloudy
Finn
Josh
November 7th, 2009 at 12:19 pm
any1 on is any1 a purdue fan if u r don’t be affended
November 7th, 2009 at 12:19 pm
I like Tyler for the boy and Brooke for the girl but it may change.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:22 pm
@Assissi: OMG I love the name Starr. I used it in one of my books. I used Delia too. And Victoria. Which are the two names that are in my story ~ NYC Tragedy, Cali Magesty ~
If anyone has read the first two chapters of my story, when Delia gets to her new school in California she is going to meet a bunch of rich, kinda snobby girls. They’re going to act like the Pretty Committee. Heehee.
What other name’s should I use?
There’s going to be four, and Delia will make the fifth.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:22 pm
Should I post the story I’ve been working on?
November 7th, 2009 at 12:22 pm
I would use victoria but it is about a vampire and victoria is a name in the twilight saga.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:23 pm
Assissi please post!
November 7th, 2009 at 12:23 pm
o so no 1 is a purdue fan good
November 7th, 2009 at 12:24 pm
Chapter One
My sapphire eyes were yanked from the screen of my white Apple iPhone 3G S, which was sheathed in a mauve Juicy Couture jelly case, as Ms. Gordon, the Barbie of a Percy Day Academy secretary, clicked upon the five-inch heels on her black patent Christian Louboutin Hyper Prive 120 slingback peeptoe pumps up to the classroom door. The mountainous twentysomething, who would fit in on the catwalk very much more than the part of an elite private school’s administration she was, cleared her throat with a toss of her lustrous honey-gold ringlets, motioning for the rugged Brit Creative Writing instructor, Mr. Rivers. The pair held a whispered conference, during which I was certain Mr. Rivers’ eyes were pasted on her endless legs, very much accentuated with the way-too-fancy-for-sitting-in-an-office-eight-hours black silk sequined Balmain peak-shouldered mini dress that she wore. Wondering how she could have purchased the epically pricey shoes and dress, for which I knew for a fact went for eight hundred dollars and thirteen thousand respectively equipped with her secretary’s paycheck, and also contemplating the impracticality of miles of bare legs on an icy Syracuse, New York late November afternoon, I returned my attention to my phone’s screen, on which I was checking my Facebook page. Before I was able to open my inbox, however, Mr. Rivers, who was clearly dazed, strode back to the whiteboard followed by the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen.
“Guys, this is Hutch Brody. He just moved her from Nevada. Please make him feel welcome, blah blah blah. Let’s see. Saoyrse, could you please raise your hand? Go sit in the desk beside her, Hutch, would you?”
I lifted a trembling grape Chanel Vendetta-manicured hand, feeling as if I’d won the lottery—although that wasn’t exactly a fair comparison, seeing as my parents’ combined net worth topped fifty-seven billion and my trust fund was nine digits long. When Hutch slid casually down beside me, I drank in every aspect of his angelic features. A mass of shaggy copper curls surrounded a perfectly-bronzed face. His lips closed over the kind of faultless teeth only nature can provide one with and were pulled into an easy, lopsided grin. His eyes were fringed with unexpectedly dark, thick lashes. The fact that he was sporting head-to-toe Abercrombie & Fitch yanked his already-epic hotness level skyward. The sleeves on his forest green Walker Brook polo clung to impressive biceps, and a pair of Remsen light-rinse destroyed jeans were perfectly scruffy, but in an adorable, not a hobo-esque, way.
Hutch caught my eye and I felt my innards liquefy as ocher met aquamarine. He winked, causing me to flush with delight. However, the bell chose to peal at that moment, severing the magic, and a cloud of boisterous sophomore boys materialized around him.
“You two have awesome chemistry!” gushed Caydence Turner, one of my best friend, with whom I had been acquainted since we were in the womb, as we meandered toward History of Art, punctuating with a wave of her slick ruby Louis Vuitton Alma MM bag.
“Of course, Caydence. We didn’t exchange a syllable, but somehow we have awesome chemistry,” I returned scornfully.
“I saw him wink at you! Come on, he’s a hottie. Can I please ask him out for you? You guys would be perfect together,” Caydence pleaded, enormous, glacial navy eyes widened even more.
“What are you, a fourth grader? Seriously, Caydence, anyone sane would assume you haven’t stepped out of your room for, like, ten years. ”
“Can I be your maid of honor? Ooh, and Sinobia just patented this amazing massage for expectant mothers that she swears by.”
“Oh my goodness, Caydence! You know?” I asked solemnly, grabbing her tiny hand and placing it on my belly.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this, Saoyrse!” she breathed. I rolled my eyes.
Grabbing her waist, I led her into Miss Chang’s classroom, although unintentionally, Hutch’s face suddenly floated through my mind.
“IFLY!” I called to Caydence as she clambered into her cranberry Hummer H3X’s open door, held by her driver, Harris. She had her learning permit, but preferred the luxury of a chauffeur. The final bell had chimed, and the boarding area was alive with well-groomed private schoolers.
I slung my slouchy caramel leather Marc by Marc Jacobs shoulder bag over my shoulder and began toward Doubleday Estate on foot. My driver, Raymond, reportedly had been stricken with strep throat, and the custom Mercedes that had been my birthday gift was still in Germany. I longingly pictured my impressive collection of outerwear, none of which I possessed at the moment. A glacial breeze fiddled with my hair and penetrated my coral-and-cream striped Theory Riviera scoop neck sweater’s fibers, burrowing deep into my senses. I had trudged about a hundred feet when suddenly a shiny pearl Beemer 3 Series convertible came to a stop beside me. I quickened my pace instinctively until a crowing lilt made my heart freeze and thaw in quick secession. It belonged to the one and only Hutch Brody.
“Saoyrse! Wait up!”
I slowly turned around, ruffling my feathery wheat blond bangs and curling my lips, glazed freshly with a layer of Smashbox Reflection gloss in Lustrous Pearl, into an easy half-grin.
“You don’t seem like the kind of girl who walks home,” he remarked. “Wanna hop in? I’ll be glad to take you.”
I felt warmth spread from my Lanvin eggshell perforated leather ballet flats to my Aveda Smooth Infusion-treated locks.
“I’m not supposed to get into cars with strangers,” I teased as he gallantly trotted around his idling vehicle and opened the passenger door with a dramatic sweep of his arm.
“Am I a stranger?” he asked, innuendo sneaking into his voice.
I returned coyly, “You don’t have to be.”
I climbed deftly into the neat little BMW, deeply inhaling the unmistakable new-car aroma. The seats were buttery espresso leather, and Coldplay’s “Clocks” was drifting subtly from the built-in Sirius radio.
“This is nice,” I commented, gesturing around me, as Hutch steered us back onto the street.
“Thanks. It was a gift from my parents. They gave me the keys, and then told me we were moving.”
I laughed. “So, where do you live? Not to sound like a stalker, of course.”
He rattled off his address, and I giddily clapped in delight. “You’re not gonna believe this, but we’re neighbors!”
“What a treat, to live next door to the only girl at this school I even bother to look at,” he beamed, guiding the coupé onto Constantine.
“Smooth, Hutch Brody. So. Do you have a girlfriend back in…um, Nevada?” I asked nonchalantly, studying his profile. Dang. He even looked hot from the side, with his gorgeous curls flopping into his eyes, and his jaw working as he concentrated on the cobbled street of Bramble Springs, the exclusive gated community in which I and apparently Hutch resided.
“Khloë and I had a thing, but it was just…I don’t know. Not much communicating, a whole lot of shoving our tongues down each other’s throats.”
I cringed. “TMI!”
“Sorry,” he said softly, glancing over at me, his eyes unreadable. With a jolt I realized that one was a rich amber shade, and the other emerald. “Your eyes,” I mumbled unconsciously.
“Yeah,” he droned casually, brushing it off. “Well, anyway, I knew we wouldn’t last a second long-distance, and besides, it wasn’t really a ‘relationship’. It wasn’t worth holding onto.”
I exhaled as Daze, my yoga instructor, had taught me, releasing my breath in small increments for as long as possible. “Hutch, I don’t get it. Why are you, like, spilling your guts to me? We met two hours ago.”
“I know,” he said, slowing in front of the camera-studded gates that lead to Doubleday Estate. “But, Saoyrse, I can’t describe it. You’re like, hypnotic. I just can’t help telling you.”
“Wow,” I murmured as Hutch cut the motor and shifted toward me. I subconsciously hoped my lip gloss hadn’t worn off, that there wasn’t anything nasty wedged in my retainer, and that my hair wasn’t flyaway. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Hutch.”
He leaned toward me. The scent of his mandarin Stride tickled my nostrils. “I made some mistakes with girls before. But I’ve definitely learned from them.” Before I was able to react, he gently kissed my cheek. His frigid, velvety lips sent electricity whizzing through my arteries, and I shivered with pleasure.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Hutch,” I managed while staggering from the car.
“Wish it was sooner.” He winked. “Oh, and can I have your digits?”
We swapped numbers, and I was still swaying on the spot minutes after he had stomped on the gas and turned onto his own circular brick driveway.
Chapter Two
It took a fresh application of Bobbi Brown Sheer Color cheek tint and several swigs of Naked Mangosteen Bliss to realign my nomadic nerves. At last, I was sane enough to enter the seemingly endless gate code and trudge down the winding crabapple-bordered drive. Doubleday Manor, ten thousand square feet of cedar shingles, custom prairie windows, and stone shipped from Nepal. I let myself in through a side door that led to the newly-remodeled kitchen. Our recently-hired Cordon Bleu-trained chef, Mattie, had overseen the alterations; they were one of the numerous conditions on which she was hired. The kitchen was vacant as I trudged through the maze of carefully-situated state-of-the-art appliances hastily, but I could faintly hear the droning of a Dyson vacuum far off, probably in the front parlor. My twenty-two-year-old sister, Poppy, was at Doe, the clothing boutique she owned. I stepped into the refurbished elevator that had formerly operated at Saint Petersburg’s Winter Palace. My thudding heart severed the hush as leftover adrenaline pounded through me. I fiddled absently with an intentional hole in my dark-rinse Dylan George shredded Lucy skinny jeans. The doors opened directly into my tri-level suite’s first-floor sitting room.
My heart rate immediately began to regulate the moment I stepped out of the historic cell. The soothing sapphire-and-ivory color scheme promptly calmed me. I kicked off my flats, tossed my bag onto an eggshell Italian silk-upholstered settee, and dropped limply onto an overstuffed pale turquoise beanbag. I rewound the entire scene with Hutch. I had only spent about fifteen minutes with him, yet I felt like I had known him forever. No sophomore guy, no matter how pedigreed and wealthy, had ever been so straight with me. Or mature, for that matter. And boy, was he hot. The mere mention of his prefect face liquefied my heart.
I was so enveloped in my Hutch fantasies that when my phone began to buzz, I tumbled off the cushion. Rubbing my bruised tailbone, I pressed the device to my antique pearl studded ear.
“Yes?” I asked tentatively as I realized that I hadn’t bothered to check the caller ID.
“Hello, Saoyrse.” My mother Rowena’s voice was clipped, glacial, and detached, as usual. I can effortlessly picture her now: imposing five-eight frame perched rigidly on the edge of her custom-built aspen desk in her fiftieth-floor Hudson-overlooking New York City office. The editor-in-chief of Elle magazine was, as usual, dressed impeccably; today, she wore high-waisted charcoal tweed Burberry Prorsum slim-fit pants paired with a ruffle front Red Valentino cream silk organza sheer blouse and vibrant cherry Brian Atwood patent peep-toes. Her glossy, pin-straight raven tresses brush her collarbone in a precise sheet. Smudgy black Prescriptives kohl rims her icy silver eyes, while her artificially bloated lips are varnished with Estée Lauder Signature Red lipstick.
“How was school?” she continued mildly. Without bothering to wait for an answer, she stated, “You sister took the liberty of inviting our new neighbors to dinner tonight. I’ve no desire to socialize with them—goodness, I wasn’t even aware that anyone moved in. However, not even I am any match for Poppy’s whims, and I will not bother to revoke the invitation. I’m leaving the office now, so you should be able to figure out the time of my return. Call Daze if you must. I took the liberty of calling Starr earlier. There should be a Bloomingdale’s bag somewhere in your suite. Good-bye.”
Before I was able to open my mouth, the line was disconnected. I was too exhilarated to be wounded—besides, this was customary behavior for my mommy. This was quite possibly the best day of my life.
Humming to Owl City’s “Fireflies”, which is now gushing from the concealed speakers, I locate the Big Brown Bag Mother mentioned and eagerly dump its contents on an ivory sofa. Atop the heap of garments is a note from Starr, my personal shopper: ‘Hey babe, I got tons of different pieces, so the combos are limitless! I know you’ll like. Kiss kiss, Starr.” I smiled tenderly. Starr probably knew me better then my mom.
I surveyed the new attire. It was apparent that Starr had grabbed anything that she took a liking to: the mountain was a knot of multicolored fabric in all materials. As I began to sift through the pile, the elevator doors behind me suddenly whooshed open. I turned with an all-the-rage Ashish sequined leopard-pattern skirt clutched in one hand to observe Poppy sashaying across the spongy cork flooring.
“Hey, you,” she greeted me, finger-combing her unruly mass of chin-length ebony ringlets. Her patrician face is an exact replica of my mothers—literally. Thanks to Botox, Rowena and poppy are often misconceived as sisters. However, Poppy’s inky curls surround her face in a chicly-disheveled, completely un-Rowena heap, and her lips are glossed with colorless MAC Crème Brilliance, or “pointless runny garbage”, as Mother called it. Also, Poppy’s nails are varnished flawlessly with Chanel Black Satin, a hue my mother would never touch. And don’t ever mention the small clothing hanger tattoo that adorned the back of Poppy’s neck. I blow her a kiss as my eyes slither the length of her outfit: a slouchy, whisper thin silk-blend Kain dove grey tank beneath a black Preen Line Bianca blazer, destroyed Current/Elliot The Skinnys, cuffed to reveal epic Givenchy black leather lace-up ankle boots. In it, of course, she is stunning.
“What are you doing?” Poppy asked, surveying the mess of choice wear scattered across the floor. She tossed her papaya orange Mulberry Bayswater patent croc-print bag onto a Perspex hanging chair and eased herself onto the settee.
When I had explained, adding my encounter with Hutch, Poppy beamed a mouthful of laser-whitened teeth at me. “Aren’t you a lucky girl? You get to have a sister like me, one who invites random new neighbors-turned-Hottie & Co. to dinner!”
“Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?” I asked smilingly. “But I have to find the perfect outfit!”
“Come on, Saoyrse.” Poppy rolled her pallid silver eyes. It took her seconds to find The One: A gorgeous silk and wool Tibi tuxedo dress with a white pleated ruffle bodice and black tulip skirt. It had a plunging v-neck and a row of buttons detailing the skirt.
“Add these Louboutin and some gold bangles, and bam! Instant Hutch magnet.” Poppy cackled and rose, smoothing her jeans. “I’ll call Daze, and she can come over to do both of us. The Brodys should be arriving at four, ‘kay? Meet me in the cabana in thirty?”
I nodded. “Perf.”
Once Poppy had left, I released a screech of pure bliss and flopped onto the alpaca rug. This was shaping up to very possibly be the best day of my life.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:25 pm
WHat would you name a 14 year old girl that has black hair and brown eyes, and is boy crazy and loves twilight.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:27 pm
i’m soo happy/pissed cus purdue is winning and after the game i’m going shopping
November 7th, 2009 at 12:28 pm
can we please help me with that character name???
November 7th, 2009 at 12:29 pm
Mara,Katilyn,Mallorie,Jessica
November 7th, 2009 at 12:29 pm
ANY THOUGHTS??
November 7th, 2009 at 12:30 pm
Assissi i will read it later when i have time, but i will read it!
November 7th, 2009 at 12:30 pm
oh and Mindyan Natale
November 7th, 2009 at 12:31 pm
i ment mindy and natale
November 7th, 2009 at 12:31 pm
Kaydence
Aphrodite
Averee
Blake
Celine
Easton
Willie
Symphony
November 7th, 2009 at 12:32 pm
assissi- i like it
November 7th, 2009 at 12:33 pm
ASSISSI: I started to read it you are an AMAZING WRITER! Seriously you are so DESCRIPTIVE and that’s an important aspect an author needs!
November 7th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
Thanks, Courtney ((:
And JW, has anyone read the A-list series, or The Ashleys series, of the Private series? Those are my favorite series after The Clique
November 7th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
i know it’s like your there
November 7th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
Hmm guys how about my main character?
She is almost 15, has brown hair and blue eyes, is smart and sensitive, best friends with a 17 year old vampire.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:35 pm
I was thinking Eliza what do you think?
November 7th, 2009 at 12:35 pm
OMFG! Kayla, that means so much coming from you <3 ((((:
November 7th, 2009 at 12:36 pm
i’ve read the ashleys cupcakes tastey treats or the something of death i forgot
November 7th, 2009 at 12:38 pm
haley,Katilyn,tess,mindy,mandy,natale
November 7th, 2009 at 12:39 pm
Thanks Assissi! You’re so nice! :}
November 7th, 2009 at 12:39 pm
I decided on Eliza.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:40 pm
or Lola
November 7th, 2009 at 12:45 pm
any1 on still???
November 7th, 2009 at 12:46 pm
I am still here if anyone is wondering, but I am working on my story on Microsoft Wordddd.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:47 pm
o i’m just bored
November 7th, 2009 at 12:49 pm
I read the first paragraph you are a real good writer. I love to b e descriptive, that may be one of the reasons i’m really good at writing. I mean, i can’t stand when somebody writes i pulled on jeans, a t-shirt and my sneakers. I re-write it like:
I pulled on my light was ripped skinny jeans and my gray mickey mouse graphic tee. I pulled on my faded pink converse with the blue laced. and checked myself in the mirror. Good to go.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:50 pm
yea i’m working on my story in word.
November 7th, 2009 at 12:59 pm
Anybody still there?
November 7th, 2009 at 1:03 pm
whats something goos the serve in a cafeteria
November 7th, 2009 at 1:03 pm
yeah michigan still got a chance yes!!!
November 7th, 2009 at 1:04 pm
idk
November 7th, 2009 at 1:13 pm
is any1 done w/there story
November 7th, 2009 at 1:13 pm
not yet i’m still on the first chapter becuase of this amazingly stupid keyboard.
November 7th, 2009 at 1:17 pm
did i mention i hate this keyboard??
November 7th, 2009 at 1:19 pm
I am still on chapter 3 of my story. Go to my blog if you want to read the first two chapters!
November 7th, 2009 at 1:21 pm
k since my first chapter is going to be long all post a little bit of it at a time.
November 7th, 2009 at 1:22 pm
Love at first bite
Chapter 1
I met Leo when I was in the 9th grade. He was the new kid, and I was popular, so I offered to show him around school. People always thought we were dating because he was my best friend, and in the 12th grade, making me seem like a slut, even though I wasn’t. But I didn’t care what anybody else thought because we were best friends. But sometimes things got weird… By weird I mean every girl in school wanted him. Maybe it was because he was charming and mysterious, or the fact that he looked like Edward Cullen. His skin was pale like ivory. His copper hair was shiny and soft, and his eyes were green like the sea. He talked in a silky, velvet smooth voice and rarely talked to anybody but me. Of course, he had siblings and parents, who I had met hundreds of times. His older sister Brooke was 17. She had the same green eyes as Leo, long blond hair, and was wicked pretty. She could be nasty and mean, but once you got to know her that would all go away. She wasn’t afraid to get down in the dirt with Leo or her other brother, Tyler. I had had my “disagreements” with Brooke, but that could be because I was younger than her. I would be turning 15 in a few months, and she was almost 18. Her other brother, Tyler was 18, but only a few months older then Leo. Tyler was a joker, and was stubborn and head strong. He shared the green eyes that all his family had. He was also pale and beautiful like Brook and Leo. His shaggy black hair often fell in his eyes. Tyler could annoy me, with his constant bragging. His parents were teachers at the local college, which is where I guessed Leo would be going when he graduated. Tyler and Brooke already went there.
It was a chilly November day. My coat barely kept me warm, and the wind seemed to burn my face. Lucky for me, school was just a few more feet away. I felt eyes on me as a walked to Leo who was waiting at the door. It really didn’t help much that my other best friend Amanda was boy crazy and loved Twilight. It kinda made me jealous when she got silly around Leo. I could see Amanda brown eyes widen as she looked at Leo walking toward me, and her shoulder length black hair fell into her face as she stuck her head out the bus window to get a, let’s say “better” look. I rolled my eyes and continued to walk toward Leo. “Hey.” I say, but my voice was drowned out by a gust of wind. Leo stepped closer. “What did you say, I couldn’t here you.” He said, but I shook my head to tell him that it wasn’t important. We walked into school, and the jocks whistled at us. “Ugh. I hate when they do that!” I complained to Leo. No matter how many times we told everybody we were just friends, the just ignored us. It’s like it went in one ear and out the other. “Ignore them, Eliza. Don’t let them see that they bother you.” He said in his hushed tone, and I calmed down. I was about to say he was right, when I stopped short. “Oh crap! Crap crap crap!” I moaned. Leo pulled me aside. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He asked. “I forgot my history paper at home! You know the one a spent 2 weeks working on that’s 6 pages long and all about the world war 2! Mr. Martin is going to kill me.” I was really panicked now. This paper counted for half my grade this semester. I had to turn it in today. “Ok. Calm down. You finished it last night in the library. What did you do after you printed it out?” He asked, retracing my steps. “I put one copy in my purse and sent another copy via email to my mom so she could read it. I guess I forgot it in my purse.” I said disappointed. My purse is a home, I thought. “I know what you can do! Put your stuff away and get to the library before the bell rings. You have ten minutes to get to a computer in the school, get into your email and find the paper you sent to your mom. Then print it out. Go!” He told me. I sprinted to my locker and put my stuff away in record time. I ran to the school computer lab and signed in. I sat at the computer and prayed it would work. Quickly I logged on to my yahoo account and printed out my paper. I relaxed. No problem after all. That was until I looked at the clock and saw I had less than a minute to get to home room. So again, I sprinted across the school and was in my desk before Mrs. Warner could count my absent. Thank you Leo. I thought to myself. He seemed to use his brain for the both of us these days. I met up with Amanda and Leo for lunch, but didn’t eat and of my salad. Amanda and Leo exchanged a glance. “Are you ok? I’d think you’d be happy after saving your history grade.” Amanda joked. “You seem kind of pale. Do you feel ok?” Leo put his head to my forehead and I pulled away. “Leo! Your hands are freezing!” I gasped. “No, they aren’t. You just have a fever. Let me walk you to the nurse.” Leo helped me up, and I immediately got dizzy and started to fall down. Thankfully, Amanda and Leo caught me before I could hit the floor. Leo wrapped his arm tightly around my waste and walked me out of the cafeteria. Leo whispered in my ear. “You’re really sick. You need to go home before you pass out. Me and Amanda will come by after school.” I nodded, but didn’t say anything When we got to the nurses office, Leo sat me in a chair and started talking to Miss. Lisa. “Good afternoon, Miss. Lisa. Eliza isn’t feeling to good today. I think she has a fever.”
Part one of chapter 1…i will post the other parts later tell me what you tihnk!
November 7th, 2009 at 1:23 pm
i’m mad my mom said i have to clean the bathroom be4 i get to go shopping i h8 her
November 7th, 2009 at 1:26 pm
i’m mad at my mo she broke my cd did you like my story.
November 7th, 2009 at 1:31 pm
did you like my story?
November 7th, 2009 at 1:37 pm
yeah it’s awsome!!!
November 7th, 2009 at 1:41 pm
any1 on still????
November 7th, 2009 at 1:59 pm
I am!
ALMOST DONE WITH CHAPTER 3.
November 7th, 2009 at 2:09 pm
CHAPTER 3 IS DONE! GO TO MY BLOG TO READ IT AS WELL AS THE FIRST 2 CHAPTERS! <
G2G BYE!
November 7th, 2009 at 2:09 pm
CHAPTER 3 IS DONE! GO TO MY BLOG TO READ IT AS WELL AS THE FIRST 2 CHAPTERS! <
G2G BYE!
November 7th, 2009 at 3:07 pm
oh. my. god. lisi! i just read on twitter u got hit by a car! are you okay?!?!
November 7th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
whooooooooo im sooo excites
November 7th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
WHATTTT LSSISISISISISISIIS AHHH
November 7th, 2009 at 3:16 pm
1.) Anybody here?
2.) I heard Lisi got hit too! Is it true? Is she okay?
November 7th, 2009 at 3:18 pm
WTF LISI POST ON UR BLOG SO WE KNOW UR OK
November 7th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
omg i love the ending to my book =] lol now i need a middle
November 7th, 2009 at 3:38 pm
Yeah whats with all the rumors of lisi getting hit by a car…..
November 7th, 2009 at 3:39 pm
If Lisi wasn’t ok I doubt she would be twittering it.
November 7th, 2009 at 3:40 pm
OMGOMGOMG she was! Its on her Twitter http://twitter.com/LisiHarrison
November 7th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
she said she’s just sore
November 7th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
omg, havnt been on in 4evr, again…. felt the need to write…
November 7th, 2009 at 3:54 pm
Kianna felt dreamy, content, like she wasn’t in control. She barley felt any pain as he pierced her neck with his needle sharp fangs. They slid like butter into her neck and slowly started suctioning the thick liquid from the neat punctures. Still, she did nothing to stop him, it was almost as if, she couldn’t. During this lull, she felt an underlying sense of betrayal, even though this person was obviously killing her, she couldn’t help but feel strong emotion for him.
November 7th, 2009 at 4:05 pm
Sorry i was off i was watching twilight.
Who likes part one of chapter one in my story it is a few comments up if you want to read it tell me if you like it
November 7th, 2009 at 4:06 pm
Meara i am also writing a vampire novel part 1 of chapter 1 i up on the blog a few comments up please read and tell me if you like it.
November 7th, 2009 at 4:08 pm
helloo anybody there?
November 7th, 2009 at 4:09 pm
EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i
HAVE
THE NEW CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.dramaqueenz.wordpress.com
November 7th, 2009 at 4:11 pm
I’m working on love at first bite again i will keep you posted.
November 7th, 2009 at 4:12 pm
Erin, please read my comment it is a few comment up it is kinda long it is part one in the first chapter of my new book love at first bite tell me what you think!
November 7th, 2009 at 4:12 pm
if you can’t find it just tell me.
November 7th, 2009 at 4:19 pm
Is anybody here???
November 7th, 2009 at 4:21 pm
I really love your story, Francesca C!
November 7th, 2009 at 4:23 pm
Thanks assissi!
thought it might give me an idea or 2..also my mom never seen it and she wanted to.
I’m working in chapter 1 right now. I took a break and watched twilight
November 7th, 2009 at 4:24 pm
I CAN”T WAIT FOR NEW MOON! IT COMES OUT 2 DAYS BEFORE MY B-DAY.
November 7th, 2009 at 4:27 pm
She felt her knees give out from under her and she crumpled fawn-like on the cold ground.
Well thats all i have right now, its continued from above, bye, ttyl, miss ya all!
-Meara
November 7th, 2009 at 4:27 pm
oh cool. I’m not really a twilight fan girl but the series is good. I like harry potter the best though. I’m almost at the end of eclipse i read 3 hours last night over 200 pages…hate.this.keyboard.
November 7th, 2009 at 4:28 pm
BTW- Lisi is ok she said on her twitter everything is fine just sore.
November 7th, 2009 at 4:28 pm
Francesca- I would <3 to read ur story, i promise to l8tr but now i have to go,
c u all l8tr
-Meara
November 7th, 2009 at 4:31 pm
yeah, i checked her twitter.
idk. i’m nawt at all a diehard twilight fangirl, but the books were great. i like harry potter, but not as much as i used to.
November 7th, 2009 at 4:36 pm
meara- kk i’m working on part 2 of chapter one. Assissi will you be posting more on your story? BTW- I read it an liked it.
November 7th, 2009 at 4:37 pm
Whats i good name for the dad of the vampires in my story? He is calm, and a teacher.
November 7th, 2009 at 4:38 pm
Maybe colin.
November 7th, 2009 at 4:47 pm
hellloo???
November 7th, 2009 at 5:00 pm
anybody on???
November 7th, 2009 at 5:15 pm
I’m posting the second part of the first chapter in a second. Tell me what you think…the 3rd part i will post everything i have done so far tell me what you think.
November 7th, 2009 at 5:18 pm
We left off with Eliza and Leo at the nurses.
Tell me what you think:
Leo left and I was vaguely aware of the nurse calling my dad and him taking me home. I felt the bump of the rode as he drove me home, and I felt him pick me up and carry me to my room. The next thing I remember was hearing a doorbell ring, but it sounded far away. Then I heard voices, but I knew I wasn’t awake, I was just hearing everybody talking in my sleep. “Amanda…Leo…Good afternoon.” I heard my dad greet my friends. So Leo hadn’t been lying. He and Amanda really had come. “Good afternoon, Mr. Gardner.” Leo said. “Hey Mr. Gardner.” That was obviously Amanda. “Hello…kids.” My dad said awkwardly. Gosh! Why wasn’t he…social. I mean, he had nothing against them, but it’s like he wanted nothing to do with them…maybe it was just high school kids. I’d heard stories that he was a trouble maker when he was my age. But now he’s a construction worker up in the next town. He builds houses. But, I don’t see how that matters. I heard Amanda open the cabinets and I heard the crinkling of a bag of chips. “Want some?” I guessed she was asking Leo and my dad. I guess they said no, because I heard her say, “Your loss.” I guess I liked that Amanda was a chip addict. Though it did get annoying sometimes. “How is Eliza?” Leo asked my dad. “Fine, fine. She’s sleeping. The nurse, Miss. Lisa says there is a 24 hour fever going around, says it’s probably what she has. Why are you to here, by the way. Y’ know she is sick…” Why couldn’t my dad accept the fact that my friends wanted to see how I was doing? “Oh well, we just wanted to hang out with her. Make her feel better!” Amanda said joyfully. “Amanda, I think we should go…” Leo said in a hushed voice. I found that odd that I could still here him. “Oh come on Leo! You drove me here I have to walk home!” Amanda complained. “I’ll drive you home. Come on. Tell Eliza to call me when she wakes up Mr. Gardner.” Wow. Leo was so nice, and generous. “Will do Leo. Will do…” My dad said, obviously thankful that they were leaving. That was all I remembered, because then I drifted off into a deeper sleep… I woke up around 7 p.m. I guess all the sleep was good for me because I felt better. Slowly I pushed myself out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. My dad looked up as I entered. “ How do you feel?” He asked. “Better. I think my fevers gone.” My dad said something about drinking liquids but I couldn’t hear him. I was opening the cabinets trying to find food. I was starving. ‘Oh, We don’t have chips. Amanda…ate them all.” I nodded, I guess I should have known she wouldn’t just take a handful. “Hey, you know what’s really weird? I could hear things when I was sleeping. I heard Leo and Amanda come in, and everything they said. It was odd…” I looked pointedly at my dad. “Oh…uh Leo wants you to call him.” I gave him a look and grabbed the phone from its place on the wall. I dialed his number and waited for him to pick up. His dad answered. “Oh, hi, Colin. Is Leo there?” I asked. Leo’s dad Colin insisted I call him by his first name, along with his wife, Anastasia. When Leo got on the phone he sounded different. Almost in pain. “Hello, Eliza” The words sounded tense, and I was worried. “Leo, what’s wrong you sound like something’s wrong.” I asked, wanting to know what could make him sound like this. “Nothing, I just fell- I fell down the stairs. I landed on my arm, and it hurts, but I’m fine. How are you?” The words sounded fake, but I believed him. “Oh, I’m bet-” I couldn’t finish my sentence, because Leo made a sound that made my blood turn to ice. It was a mix of a scream and a moan. “I’m really sorry, Eliza. I swear I’ll call you back.” Then He hung up. I put the phone down and turned to my dad, with a confused look on my face. He raised an eyebrow. “Leo sounded like…he was in pain. He said he fell but he wasn’t hurt, yet he was basically screaming in pain.” I still held the confused look on my face. “He probably is in more pain then he let you know, but since you’re sick he didn’t want to worry you.” I decided my dad was right. There really was no sense in getting worked up over nothing. But how Leo fell down the stairs is what I wanted to know, because Leo was graceful, cool, and calm. Nothing jolted him out of his peaceful state. Unlike Amanda, who…tripped over things nobody saw…I went to the fridge and grabbed some cold pizza and went to the living room. I sat and watched the news for about an hour, and then the phone rang. ‘I’ll get it.” My dad yelled. I wasn’t planning on paying attention to the phone call, until my dad said “How are you, Anastasia?” I sat up and started listening. All I heard was the words ya, ok, and I’ll tell her. When he hung up I ran to him. “Tell me what?” I asked, wanting to know every detail. “Anastasia says Leo just got home from the hospital. He broke his arm and 2 places.” I tilted my head to the side. “But how?” I asked. “He tripped over something on his way donw the stairs and put out his arm to break the fall. Apparently you didn’t think it was bad either, until Colin felt his arm and found the break. He is in pain, and most likely will not be able to do anything this weekend. Anastasia said not to be surprised if he isn’t in school on Monday. Also, Leo said to call Amanda and tell her.” That was all my dad said before opening up his news paper. I grabbed the phone and slowly walked back to my place on the coach. I day without Leo was hard for me…but 3 days? Could I handle it? Yes I could. I was stronger then that. I dialed the phone and waited for Amanda to pick up. She did after the 3rd ring. “Hey. It’s me…Leo broke his arm…Oh and I feel better. So what’s up?” I asked. “Well I have my brothers sisters sweet 16 tomorrow, you know the one she didn’t let me invite you to? So I’m trying to figure out what to wear…Should I go with the silver mini dress with the gold designs and the black flats? Or the pink strapless knee length dress and the orange pumps?” Amanda sounded frantic. When it came to clothes Amanda needed help. Not that she wasn’t in style, but she just could never decide. “Pink with pumps…Hey listen, I’m tired again so I’m gonna go back to bed. Have fun tomorrow.” Amanda thanked me, and I put the phone down. “Hey dad?” I shouted. “What?” He came into the living room. “Can I sleep on the couch tonight?” My dad looked at the couch. “Ya, sure…ok.” Then he walked away. He was probably thinking I was crazy for giving up my bed, but he wouldn’t give it a second thought. I shut off the TV and pulled the olive green blanket around me, and slowly drifted to sleep. That was the first night I had ever, in my whole life dreamed of Leo.
November 7th, 2009 at 5:19 pm
I will post the 3rd part along with maybe everytihng else when i’m done with it.
November 7th, 2009 at 5:37 pm
yo anybody home?
November 7th, 2009 at 5:39 pm
Lisi– I just finished reading your ah-mazing prequel for the clique Series called Charmed and Dangerous: The Rise of the Pretty Committee, for those un-informed of this major event! The book was even better than the original one (my favorite) and get this– their situation is just like mine.
Changing schools is like changing lives. I am in the middle of a Clique Revolution and cliqueless. Many nights I don’t have sleepovers and I wonder what I would be doing if I had to hang out with my old clique. But I need a new group of friends, and its hard to stand on your own. Reading Charmed and Dangerous recharged my friend status and thanks to you on Monday I am an amazing individual who doesn’t need to depend on friends, because not only does fate play its cards but people tend to like you better when you can stand alone and still look goregous (LOL). Thanks for writing an encouraging book
-Veronica <33
November 7th, 2009 at 5:44 pm
Veronica read my story!
November 7th, 2009 at 5:53 pm
i have some nice title ideas for you lisi.
Abercrombie and B!tch
Hugs and diss(s)
Beauty and the beast
Good sucky luck
November 7th, 2009 at 5:55 pm
hey! i’m back! fransesca, r u still on?
November 7th, 2009 at 5:55 pm
Some more:
Some like it not
wild gals
November 7th, 2009 at 6:03 pm
oh hey i posted part 2 did you read it yet? Did you read part one?
November 7th, 2009 at 6:10 pm
helllo anybody there?
November 7th, 2009 at 6:11 pm
uh i didn’t read either of them
November 7th, 2009 at 6:11 pm
Hey lisi if you read my story will you please write in your next blog if you liked it? Because that would mean alot to me
November 7th, 2009 at 6:11 pm
i didn’t see them. i saw the 2nd but i didn’t understand it cuz i hadn’t read the 1st part
November 7th, 2009 at 6:12 pm
o can you please!!!
part 2 is a few comments away and part one is up there just a little farther away.
November 7th, 2009 at 6:17 pm
please please please
November 7th, 2009 at 6:18 pm
kay one sec
November 7th, 2009 at 6:19 pm
yea!!! tell me what you think.
November 7th, 2009 at 6:25 pm
i read them.
it was good i have a question: does the girl like leo as more than a friend? also is leo a vampire? cuz u kept mentionning he looked like one so is he?
November 7th, 2009 at 6:29 pm
the girl doesn’t know yet, but she does like leo, as in like like. And he is a vampire the book is called love at first bite but she doesn’t know yet.
November 7th, 2009 at 6:30 pm
happy you liked them =)
November 7th, 2009 at 6:30 pm
gtg
November 7th, 2009 at 6:45 pm
Lisi, I am really psyched that you had a good halloween and all…but I really want to know who you would have picked for the winner had you not thought of something for yourself. I really really want Cliquetionary and I wish you would have another contest for it at least. I love your books. Every one of them, and I would kill for one of them autographed by you. My parents dont use credit cards so I cant just call the bookstore across the street from you. I own all of your books and I really want one autographed…so please hve another contest. I am BEGGING.!
November 7th, 2009 at 6:58 pm
Hey girlies is anyone on still?
Francesca I heart your story more please!
November 7th, 2009 at 7:10 pm
I’m awn ((:
November 7th, 2009 at 8:15 pm
anyone on? or awn or ahn or ohn idk you could spell it some many different wah-ys
November 7th, 2009 at 8:52 pm
anyone on???
November 8th, 2009 at 1:38 am
omg that same thing happened 2 me (almost)
but these r my friends
Massie= Crazy person who h8s her life but really nice unless u touch her hair
Alicia= lets just say the only thing they have in common is their bra size but hers r mr proportional 2 her body
Dylan= Person who thinks she’s fat and is easily influenced
Claire= The new girl who is really nice loves candy and doesn’t pick sides
Kristen= (me) im a c-b student not very physically fit
see some fit but not all
November 8th, 2009 at 1:38 am
omg that same thing happened 2 me (almost)
but these r my friends
Massie= Crazy person who h8s her life but really nice unless u touch her hair
Alicia= lets just say the only thing they have in common is their bra size but hers r mr proportional 2 her body
Dylan= Person who thinks she’s fat and is easily influenced
Claire= The new girl who is really nice loves candy and doesn’t pick sides
Kristen= (me) im a c-b student not very physically fit
see some fit but not all
November 8th, 2009 at 6:28 am
HELLO GURLIES!!!!
OMG I just got Charmed and Dangerous yesterday and I am already on page 108 !!!
I looooveee itttt.
I think it’s so cool, Lisi, that you incorporated Derrick and Cam to be in it too!!
I always have a favorite character’s storyline in your books since you write about 5 characters. My favorite character’s storyline in this book is:
DYLANNN!!
SO WHAT’S UP EVERYONE?!
November 8th, 2009 at 6:32 am
If anyone is interested in reading my new story ~ NYC Tragedy, Cali Magesty ~ please click my name and go to my blog.
Or you can click this link>>> http://www.writingprincessgurlie.blogspot.com <<<
I am on chapter 3. PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!
November 8th, 2009 at 6:41 am
hi i’m here!
November 8th, 2009 at 6:42 am
have you guys read my first and second part of my chapter one in love at first bite? BTW- I need a last name for the vampire family i’m coming up short on this one.
November 8th, 2009 at 6:42 am
well is anybody here?
There was people here just a second ago!
November 8th, 2009 at 6:46 am
ugh i’m so annoyed when i come on 3 seconds to late
November 8th, 2009 at 6:50 am
i’ll just work on my story anybody out there please tell me!
November 8th, 2009 at 6:53 am
HI FRANCESCA!
Sorry I was on Facebook LOL I didn’t refresh my page
Whats up?
November 8th, 2009 at 6:53 am
HI stupid double comment
November 8th, 2009 at 6:54 am
did you read my story yet?
November 8th, 2009 at 6:57 am
No I did not! Where do I go to read that? I am writing chapter 4 for my story, do you think you’d like to read it???
November 8th, 2009 at 6:57 am
I like your story. Lemme post the story parts i have uploaded again. Hold on just a second.
November 8th, 2009 at 6:59 am
Love at first bite
Chapter 1
I met Leo when I was in the 9th grade. He was the new kid, and I was popular, so I offered to show him around school. People always thought we were dating because he was my best friend, and in the 12th grade, making me seem like a slut, even though I wasn’t. But I didn’t care what anybody else thought because we were best friends. But so