I'm sooo stressed.
I like to write stories, and just recently started one... but I keep on writing things, screwing up on them, and throwing it out. I can't get past the beginning. And I'm usually never like this.
The story(in short)is about a girl, about 15, who is happy at the point in her life and then one day her mom gets a new job and they move to a different state and the girl hates it there. She doesn't fit in at all and can't make any friends. Then one day, she stays after school to catch up and shes there pretty late, along with a few other students and teachers. There is a killer and hid gang in the school and everyone gets locked in and he hunts them down, killing all the teachers and leaving few students. But he does this descreetly(sp?) so he doesn't cause an uproar.
I have yet to finish the plot and work out some kinks.... it seemed like a good idea when I thought of it. And now I just am stuck.
I think I put in waaay to many descriptions and it seems all off.
I dread writing.... and I don't want to. I need your guys help.
So how does this sound???
I like to write stories, and just recently started one... but I keep on writing things, screwing up on them, and throwing it out. I can't get past the beginning. And I'm usually never like this.
The story(in short)is about a girl, about 15, who is happy at the point in her life and then one day her mom gets a new job and they move to a different state and the girl hates it there. She doesn't fit in at all and can't make any friends. Then one day, she stays after school to catch up and shes there pretty late, along with a few other students and teachers. There is a killer and hid gang in the school and everyone gets locked in and he hunts them down, killing all the teachers and leaving few students. But he does this descreetly(sp?) so he doesn't cause an uproar.
I have yet to finish the plot and work out some kinks.... it seemed like a good idea when I thought of it. And now I just am stuck.
I think I put in waaay to many descriptions and it seems all off.
I dread writing.... and I don't want to. I need your guys help.
So how does this sound???
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The silver alarm clock rung loudly in Sistine's ear. It was a beautiful fall morning and the sun wasn't masked by any clouds. The birds where chirping and everything seemed alive, except Sistine. She pushed the soft, plush pillow over her black, silky hair. She groaned because of the loud noise and reached out to press the snooze button. After several attemps to hit the button, she finally got it. The ringing stopped instantly and her crystal green eyes shut again. A half hour later her mother runs in the room. "Sistine!!! You have 20 minutes to get to your bus!! Wake up hunny!!!" Her mother yelled but there was no movement except for the soft breathing of the teenager in her bed. "Sistine!!!" Still no answer. Her mother walked over and shook the bed.
"Wha-" Sistine answered in a shocked voice.
"Hurry!! You have 20 minutes to get ready!!! Do NOT miss your bus again young lady-"
"Don't call me that." She got up and ran downstairs. Sistine opened the fridge and grabbed out some butter. She went in the hutch and took out Wonderbread. She plugged the black toaster in the wall, put the butter down on the marble counter, and stuffed the bread into the slots, then turned the dial. She ran back upstairs and into the bathroom. Sistine flipped on the light and the purple bathroom lit up. She opened the medicine cabnet and fumbled for her white toothbrush and the minty-fresh toothpaste that was rolled up on the bottom. She brushed her teeth and took out a hairbrush from the drawer and brushed her hair. With the toothbrush still in her mouth, she managed to say "I... won't have time for a... a shower now!" She spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed. Sistine ran into her room, her mom was folding the black sheets back on the bed. "Mom, go! I need to get dressed!!"
"Don't tell me to go. I am your mother," she grunted back.
"So..." Sistine scowled. Her mother gave her a furious look and Sistine smiled. "Um pull out the straightener and plug it in for me too!" Sistine yelled to her mom who walked downstairs. Sistine closed the door to her room and turned on MTV to listen to the Morning Video Block. She swung open her closet doors and a heap of clothes toppled out onto her. "Ah, damnit!" She messed up the pile of clothes, searching for some pants. She found some black pants and tossed them on her bed. Next, she pulled out a red shirt and a red, plaid belt with silver studs on it. Leaving her closet doors open, Sistine went in the second drawer in her dresser. It was filled with bras, panties, bikinis, tights, and notes from her friends that they used to pass around in class. She frantically pulled out some black boy shorts and a black bra. As she did, she glanced over at the clock. It was 7:09am. "s**t" she whispered under her breath. Sistine quickly undressed in her room. She turned around and saw that her window blinds were open and a guy her age, 15, was staring at her geting dressed. She was too busy to remind herself to close them. Her face flushed, then turned as red as an apple. She covered herself up and yelled "PERVERT" and closed the blinds. Sliding on all her clothes, Sistine grabbed a pair of socks on the floor. She slid in some black Vans and went by her dresser again. Sistine pulled out a ring and slid it over her finger, and it scratched of some of her black nail polish. It barely fit. She popped in some black studs in her ears. The other 4 were already filled with silver ones.
A loud yell interrupted her dressing. "Sistine!! Sistine! Your toast!!!!! Oh God it's smoking!" Sistine could smell the smoke from her room. She grabbed her Ipod, backpack, and make up and ran downstairs. A cloud of grey smoke hung in the kitchen. "Ehhhhh, Mom!!!!" She run over and yanked the plug out of the wall. "s**t... Mom!!! Can you deal with this? I gotta do my hair."
"No I-"
"Please!! I'M GONNA BE LATE!! Do you wanna drive me or not?!?!" Sistine yelled. Without waiting for an answer, Sisitine ran in the bathroom and frantically straightened her hair. It looked a bit crappy, but better than before. She dug through her black purse which had tiny skulls all over and studs which she added herself. The rushed teen pulled out foundation put it on her face. She then put on cover-up to seal the deal with freash, pale looking skin. Then she whipped out some black eyeliner and quickly drew around her eyes with the soft pencil. She pulled out dark eye shadow and put it on her eyelids. Amazingly, in all the rush, she looked beautiful. Her crystal green eyes popped with the dark eyeshadow and black around them. Her face looked flawless and pale, a beautiful combination. After all that, Sistine grabbed everything she needed and head for the door. "Stop right there young lady" yelled the mother. "I took time out of MY cleaning hours to make you breakfast. So eat it!" The mother stood there staring. Sistine rolled her eyes and walked over to the perfectly crisp and golden toast. It had a little square of butter which was melting rapidly and dripping over the toast, onto the paper plate. "Eat it," she said sternly "I don't need you getting sick again because you don't have time for breakfast in the morning. Next time go to bed earlier." Sisitne picked up the toast and looked at the white clock on the kitchen stove. It said 7:17.
"Shiii-ooott," Sistine looked at her mother to see if she noticed that she almost cursed. "Shoot! I have like 2 minutes to get to my bus!" She stuffed the toast in her mouth and ran out the front door. The sun shone down onto everything outside, making it warm. Different colored leaves fell from the branches that hung in the sky. As she ran down the diveway gaining speed, she tripped over the curb and slid across the black pavement. Her breakfast for the morning, the piece of toast, flew out of her mouth and into the dirt and leaves on the street. Sistine picked up the disgusting piece of bread and made a face, then threw it back on the street with anger. Her chin dropped a dot of blood and she covered it up with her hand, wincing at the sting when she touched the dirty cut. "Great way to start off a Friday" she said sarcastically.
"Wha-" Sistine answered in a shocked voice.
"Hurry!! You have 20 minutes to get ready!!! Do NOT miss your bus again young lady-"
"Don't call me that." She got up and ran downstairs. Sistine opened the fridge and grabbed out some butter. She went in the hutch and took out Wonderbread. She plugged the black toaster in the wall, put the butter down on the marble counter, and stuffed the bread into the slots, then turned the dial. She ran back upstairs and into the bathroom. Sistine flipped on the light and the purple bathroom lit up. She opened the medicine cabnet and fumbled for her white toothbrush and the minty-fresh toothpaste that was rolled up on the bottom. She brushed her teeth and took out a hairbrush from the drawer and brushed her hair. With the toothbrush still in her mouth, she managed to say "I... won't have time for a... a shower now!" She spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed. Sistine ran into her room, her mom was folding the black sheets back on the bed. "Mom, go! I need to get dressed!!"
"Don't tell me to go. I am your mother," she grunted back.
"So..." Sistine scowled. Her mother gave her a furious look and Sistine smiled. "Um pull out the straightener and plug it in for me too!" Sistine yelled to her mom who walked downstairs. Sistine closed the door to her room and turned on MTV to listen to the Morning Video Block. She swung open her closet doors and a heap of clothes toppled out onto her. "Ah, damnit!" She messed up the pile of clothes, searching for some pants. She found some black pants and tossed them on her bed. Next, she pulled out a red shirt and a red, plaid belt with silver studs on it. Leaving her closet doors open, Sistine went in the second drawer in her dresser. It was filled with bras, panties, bikinis, tights, and notes from her friends that they used to pass around in class. She frantically pulled out some black boy shorts and a black bra. As she did, she glanced over at the clock. It was 7:09am. "s**t" she whispered under her breath. Sistine quickly undressed in her room. She turned around and saw that her window blinds were open and a guy her age, 15, was staring at her geting dressed. She was too busy to remind herself to close them. Her face flushed, then turned as red as an apple. She covered herself up and yelled "PERVERT" and closed the blinds. Sliding on all her clothes, Sistine grabbed a pair of socks on the floor. She slid in some black Vans and went by her dresser again. Sistine pulled out a ring and slid it over her finger, and it scratched of some of her black nail polish. It barely fit. She popped in some black studs in her ears. The other 4 were already filled with silver ones.
A loud yell interrupted her dressing. "Sistine!! Sistine! Your toast!!!!! Oh God it's smoking!" Sistine could smell the smoke from her room. She grabbed her Ipod, backpack, and make up and ran downstairs. A cloud of grey smoke hung in the kitchen. "Ehhhhh, Mom!!!!" She run over and yanked the plug out of the wall. "s**t... Mom!!! Can you deal with this? I gotta do my hair."
"No I-"
"Please!! I'M GONNA BE LATE!! Do you wanna drive me or not?!?!" Sistine yelled. Without waiting for an answer, Sisitine ran in the bathroom and frantically straightened her hair. It looked a bit crappy, but better than before. She dug through her black purse which had tiny skulls all over and studs which she added herself. The rushed teen pulled out foundation put it on her face. She then put on cover-up to seal the deal with freash, pale looking skin. Then she whipped out some black eyeliner and quickly drew around her eyes with the soft pencil. She pulled out dark eye shadow and put it on her eyelids. Amazingly, in all the rush, she looked beautiful. Her crystal green eyes popped with the dark eyeshadow and black around them. Her face looked flawless and pale, a beautiful combination. After all that, Sistine grabbed everything she needed and head for the door. "Stop right there young lady" yelled the mother. "I took time out of MY cleaning hours to make you breakfast. So eat it!" The mother stood there staring. Sistine rolled her eyes and walked over to the perfectly crisp and golden toast. It had a little square of butter which was melting rapidly and dripping over the toast, onto the paper plate. "Eat it," she said sternly "I don't need you getting sick again because you don't have time for breakfast in the morning. Next time go to bed earlier." Sisitne picked up the toast and looked at the white clock on the kitchen stove. It said 7:17.
"Shiii-ooott," Sistine looked at her mother to see if she noticed that she almost cursed. "Shoot! I have like 2 minutes to get to my bus!" She stuffed the toast in her mouth and ran out the front door. The sun shone down onto everything outside, making it warm. Different colored leaves fell from the branches that hung in the sky. As she ran down the diveway gaining speed, she tripped over the curb and slid across the black pavement. Her breakfast for the morning, the piece of toast, flew out of her mouth and into the dirt and leaves on the street. Sistine picked up the disgusting piece of bread and made a face, then threw it back on the street with anger. Her chin dropped a dot of blood and she covered it up with her hand, wincing at the sting when she touched the dirty cut. "Great way to start off a Friday" she said sarcastically.
I stopped there because I got fed up...
