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Post Numba ONE!!

This is just like what my story is about. Since I have to start all over again because my flash drive was destroyed by my two year sister. crying


Title: One Thousand Souls One Thousand Lies

author: Avi

Genre: Romance, Thriller, and Action. (I like those kinda things ^-^)

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"I don't want to live another moment without her." he claimed as they drove away from the murder scene. "HAHA. You're a hilarious kid Criss, You never cared about her. You cheated on her, abused her, and claimed you loved her even when you didn't." I laughed as I drove on faster away from the very place I killed my best friend. "I loved her and I never hit her." Criss stated with a pout on his face. "Physically you never hurt her. Emotionally you left scars that would never heal." I snarled as the words I said brought back memories of Aoibheann crying over the pig-headed a** sitting right next to me. "She took you back time and time again. She forgave you for things that hurt her bad enough that she ate pills to take the pain away! Whenever you cheated on her I told her to break up with you. She couldn't live with you in her life and she couldn't live without you in it." I angrily burst on the verge of tears. "Is that why you killed her? Was what you did a favor to her? Because if it was, that's some favor. Willing to take her life away in order to 'help' her." he questioned me and used air quotes around 'help'. "I killed her to hurt you." I snarled emphasizing on hurting him further, it worked. After that he was silent.

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Okay so that's a paragraph in the second chapter. It's a conversation (obviously) between Criss and McKayla. Two of the Main characters, and this "Aoibheann" they were talking about is the main character. She was killed by Mckayla but we'll get into that soon, I promise.
Oh and all the characters in the story are based off of real people, and the couples are together/like each other in real life too. The places in the story are real places too, I've been to all of them except like one...because I can't go there fore I'm alive and not dead.

well tootles,

Avi

POST NUMBA..3?


I haven't been on really. because One. My internet is down at my house and I'm doing this at school. Two. I get loaded down with homework. and Three. I have a long writers block right now... crying

So yeahh....fjhsadfhasdchsdS

I'm getting new hair soon so if your my myspace friend you'll see it.

xD

bye bye babezz

--Avi

WOWZ Avi, I love what you have done with me as a character. lol. I'm a horrible person though. LOL

i would never kill you though!!

Post Numberr...I'm guessing SE7EN

Well I'm at school

I'm supposed to be like typing or something.

Well I am technically. so
xp

So yeahh.. I'll post what I have right now...

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What happens when your world falls apart? When you have nowhere to turn? When the people you love leave, and it’s your entire fault? You yourself can’t take life as it comes. When you need to do is take the poison. Some times it’s not that easy. What happens when you’re gorgeous? Drop…Dead…Gorgeous. Just dive into a world of utter prettiness that people can’t be around you. They want you dead in fact. All because you took a poison. Now Dive into the life of Kathryn Cernalabics.
I stared into the mirror. Studying my “beauty” everyone says I have. Wild green eyes with shades of forest and lime, Think dark hair that shines even through the rain, pale skin the smoothness of silk, perfect straight white teeth. A straight nose, no zits of any kind, not to thin not to thick, I was 5’8” pretty tall. In all I was “perfect”. I don’t want that. I want to be normal. Then I wouldn’t be so alone. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a fairy tale. Everyday I fight a war against the mirror, not because I was ugly, but because I was pretty. Sickly pretty. The Kind of pretty that make you want someone dead because of it. That’s my life. I have boys drooling at my feet, and girls shooting death glares at me. Gahh…I hate this.
“Let the bodies hit the floor, Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor” a phone screamed Drowning Pool. s**t…it’s mother. My mother always worries that I’ll try killing myself again. If I wanted to I’d just slit my throat not take a poison. “Hello…” I spoke serenely. “Hey baby! How’s life?” That translated to you’re alive! Thank God.” “I’m just dandy.” I sarcastedly stated. “Okay…umm I’m going to leave you alone then. Bye love you.” She hung up. I’m never all right. Never will be. Now I have to type an essay for English.
“Everyone thinks that a pretty smile means you’re pretty much okay. No one seems to get the idea that smiles hide ones’ feeling from the real world. A Pretty smile doesn’t mean a pretty lifestyle. A person could have a very pretty smile, that doesn’t mean she’s smart or sane now does it? She could be a murderess. A psychopath maybe. One can’t always tell by the smile. One can always tell by the eyes. The eyes are the doorway into the soul. When you’re happy your eye twinkle, when you depressed your eyes dull to a grey based color. Like grey-green, blue-grey. If you’re brown eyed maybe to a dull brown. Smiles just hide your true feelings. Well so does the Internet. You can say anything on the Internet and make it seem like you’re happy, sad, and angry. Everyone’s pretty on the Internet. Even the world’s ugliest person could seem pretty on the Internet.”
I typed away at my laptops keyboard. Afraid to answer ringing phones. Afraid that a boy will be asking for a date. I’ll be better off as a lesbian. Girls see through other girls. They know who’s who in the girl world. Girls can also hold a grudge longer than anyone being. You stole her boyfriend? Be prepared to be hated for life. But what happens when you just walk by and they already want you dead? I have that happen a lot when I’m at school. So I home school myself. I just type stories and journals and post them in a blog. It’s more fun that way and I don’t have death threats coming at right and me left. I type what I feel or about memories that make me shiver. Like my memories of being an average emo kid who wants her life to end. I still want my life to end, more than ever. I want to look normal not disgustingly pretty.
They say that the prettiest people are dying on the inside. I think that’s true. Terribly true. I’m broken on the inside. I took a poison to end my shattered life. I got a new life. A Pretty life. Where you loose all your friends because they can’t stand to watch the boys eyes stare at you and not them. Having a voice that’s so angelic that it breaks heart just to listen to you talk. A Smile so sweet that it make hearts skip beats. I wish I had a pretty boy to sweep me away from this world sometimes. But that’s just a dream. A Stupid dream that will never happen. Not even in a million years.
Grr. I think I’ll do something to get my mind off of things right now. Like getting dressed. I walk in my room, which is pretty much, a whole floor. Stroll over to my closet, which could be a room itself. I think I’ll wear skinny bondage pants with my Razorblade Rainbows shirt. Rummaging through my skinny jeans I find a picture of when I was normal and not pretty. Just to remember that day I close my eyes.
“He’s everything you want he’s everything you need. He’s everything inside you that you wish, you could be. He says all the right things at exactly the right times. But he means nothing to you and you don’t know why.” Vertical Horizon whispered through the air as you open your eyes to the liquid gold eyes that make you melt of Edward. my amazing boyfriend. “Good morning Beautiful. How was your night?” he sang with a sweet voice. “Good morning Handsome.” I replied stretching. “I had an amazing night with you by my side.” He bent down to kiss me. I almost died of laughter, because I always look horrible in the mornings.

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enjoy

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--Avi