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 Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 4:06 pm
Ok, since I feel the need to really restart the guild, I'm gonna actually start by posting a bandfic. This one is for Sue (calfmama254). She and I both are FOBsessed with Fall Out Boy and her favorite guy is Andy(the drummer in case you didn't know). I started a story with her as the main character and thought I'd post it here before Quizilla(Which is where all my stories are located. I'll get around to getting them alll on here....)
So anyway, Hope you enjoy the first chapter of:
"The Truth Hurts Worse Than Anything I Could Bring Myself To Do To You"
Please don't post here. If you wish to comment on my story I will be starting a feedback thread soon.
That is all.
~True Love
Ariel
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 4:36 pm
Part One
I looked up from the computer I was typing on. The clock read 8:30; another half-hour until school started. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous. I was new to Wilmette, Illinois and today was the first day of my junior year. As if that wasn't bad enough, I was starting five weeks late. Back when I lived in Nevada, school would just be starting. I sighed as I shut off my computer and rolled out of my warm comfy bed. I walked over to my closest and tried to find something that didn't seem too horribly bad. I decided on an AC/DC shirt, black skinny jeans, and my black Converse. I made my down the stairs to confront my parents. My father was waiting at the foot of the stairs and sighed as he looked at my ensemble.
"You look gothic."
I rolled my eyes and pushed past him.
"I do not."
My mom came out of the kitchen and almost dropped the bowl she was carrying.
"That's what you're wearing to school?"
I nodded. She moved closer to me and looked me over.
"You don't want to wear something a little...happier?"
"You mean preppier."
"No.....I just mean that-...do you really want-....."
I cut her off before she could think of a reason for me to change my clothes.
"I gotta get to school."
I slammed the front door as I left. My parents weren't exactly accepting of my appearance. I liked to dress, I guess some would call it, "punk". Mom and dad saw it as a 'cry for attention' or something like that....
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isunderthesea Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 4:37 pm
I looked up and realized that I was at school. I walked inside and into the front office. A kind looking woman sitting behind a desk smiled at me.
"Hello, can I help you?"
I looked at the floor and tried not to look as nervous as I felt.
"I, um....I'm new here. I need my schedule. I'm Isabella Smith."
The woman nodded and hit a few keys on a keyboard and printed a piece of paper. She took it off the printer and handed it to me.
"Your first class is right down the hall and to the right. If you need anything else come ask."
I smiled at the woman and nodded.
"Thanks."
On my way there I noticed that the halls were looking unusually empty and realized that classes must have already started.
Great, I'm late to my first class on my first day....this is looking wonderful already.....
I stopped in front of the door to my class and took a deep breath. I nervously reached my hand for the knob and opened the door. The teacher was in the middle of what sounded like lecturing on the many evils of chewing gum in a science class. She stopped at the sound of my entry and the entire class looked at me. I walked over to the teacher's desk and handed her my schedule.
"Um, my name's Isabella Smith. I'm new."
She nodded and gave my schedule back.
"Ok, welcome to my class. I'm Miss Summers. You can have a seat next to Willow; she'll tell you everything you need to know."
I nodded and quickly took the seat she pointed to; grateful she didn't ask me to introduce myself in front of the whole class. Miss Summers resumed her lecture of gum and I turned my attention to the bored looking girl I had been told was Willow. She was very pretty; she was wearing black knee high boots, a red plaid mini-skirt, and a black tank top. Her hair was blue; short and spiky in the back and long in the front. She had it fixed so that her hair came diagonally across her face and sat over her left eye. She turned to look at me and smiled. I smiled back.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 4:40 pm
"Hi, I'm-"
"Isabella Smith. I heard you talking."
"Um, yeah, but call me Bella, I hate my full name."
She chuckled.
"Cool, I'm Willow by the way. I'm pretty sure you already knew that though."
She eyed my schedule.
"What class do you have after this?"
I stared blankly at the paper. I hadn't gotten around to looking at my other classes. She snatched the paper from my hand and scanned it over.
"Awesome, you have the next two classes with me."
We were deep in conversation when the bell rang and she rose to leave.
"Come on Bella."
We walked to our next class and continued talking there. I'm honestly not sure what the subject my next two classes were because I was so into talking to Willow. By the time the lunch bell rang I felt like we had been friends forever.
She led me to the front of the school and we stood there.
"Willow, are we waiting for something?"
She faced me and looked slightly embarrassed.
"Uh, sorry, I forgot you didn't know; yeah we're waiting for everyone else."
I was about to ask who we were waiting for when someone called her.
"Hey Will!"
We turned around and saw four guys walking towards us. Willow ran over to them and into the arms of the shortest of the four. They kissed and she smiled at him.
"Hey, Patrick."
"Hi"
She turned to me and motioned me over.
"Everyone- this is Bella. She's new."
All four guys said hi and Willow introduced them to me.
"This is Patrick."
She pointed to him and he waved at me.
"This one's Joe."
She pointed to the tallest. Then she pointed to the one standing next to Joe.
"That's Pete."
She pointed to the guy furthest from her.
"And that's Andy."
He smiled at me.
"Nice to meet you."
((That's the end of Pt. one lemme know what you think!))
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