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o_o I have discontinued that story because it's complete crap.
Anyways, yay! 2 days until Phantom of the Opera and 4 days until I get to open presents (and anyone else who opens presents on Christmas Eve). We stopped opening presents on Christmas Day when I stopped believing in Santa. That fateful day happened when I saw them carrying in presents (I had gone to get a glass of water). All in all, I handled it well.
But what I didn't handle well was the fact that my mother wouldn't let me buy a plane with my friend to go to El Paso to see Phantom of the Opera. o_- That just killed all the childlike wonder in my heart that day (was actually two days ago but shh! o_o) and I have to wait for January 21 when Mariah and I are going a midnight. x3 At least, I hope she's up to it. o_o
Anyways, that's all I have to say.
Polan · Mon Dec 20, 2004 @ 03:57pm · 0 Comments |
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Dear Richelle,
>.> Well...today was interesting. I didn't do anything really today but I did go down to my friends' (Brett and Kyle) houses. We came back down to my house and played The Sims 2. o.o Kyle wanted to be a virtual pimp which was really wierd. We built a four story house and each level is someone's room, except the fourth floor which is our part deck.
Nothing else really happened today that rocked the boat so I'll just leave off here...
"Alexandra, this is my friend, Richard." Damitri explained, nodding his head toward Richard.
Alexandra wanted to cry out, anything. She was captive of these two young men who probably have already done unspeakable things to her whilst she was unconscious. "Leave me," she muttered bitterly. "Or, at least, let me go." The two looked at each other.
"We can't." Damitri said, shaking his head. This struck Alexandra with such a force that she starting sobbing. "It's just that...you're not strong enough to go out on your own yet." Damitri explained feverously. Richard nodded his head vigorously. Alexandra was not comforted.
"Please, I just want my family to know I am all right," she muttered, her hands scrunching up the piece of the quilt that was in her white lily hands.
"Yes, we understand, but right now you must rest, Alexandra." Richard said, coaxing her into a calmer state. Her head was bowed still but her sobs had stopped.
"Very well...I shall wait," she replied, before falling back asleep.
Polan · Sun Oct 10, 2004 @ 11:15pm · 0 Comments |
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Later...
Dear Richelle, Just got back from the mall. u.u I got a new pair of pajamas with monkeys on them, a shirt that say, "I ♥ Irish Boys" (because of Glenn Quinn. >.> wink , some new long sleeved white shirts, and a new pleather jacket. All in all, it was a successful trip, with much ridicule for my taste in clothes from my mom. >.<
But, man! I've got this awful headache that's just killing me so I may get off soon.
I've been playing The Sims 2 lately and found many things to be suggestive and just plain wrong. >___> One guy gave birth to an alien baby girl...it was...awkward. And this other guy abducted by aliens. Very strange game...
Anyways, I'll finish off this post with a new addition to my short story...
But she didn't. Alexandra just stared up at Damitri through her eyelashes. His gaze did not faulter and Alexandra gave in. Sighing, she muttered, "Alexandra." but did not give her last name in case this guy was some stalker.
"Like the name." Damitri replied, smiling.
"Thank you," Alexandra mumbled, glancing at the quilt that was bundled up into her hands. "Now...let me go." she muttered, almost inaudibly. Damitri looked a little taken aback.
"Hey, Damitri!" came a male voice not too far off. "What're you--" but the male voice didn't finish as another young man strolled into the room Alxandra was resting in. Her eyes fluttered up before fluttering back down; the man was not worth her attention.
The young man had short, curly brown hair and wide, blue eyes that searched every crack and crevice for answers. He was frail and rather compact with a red shirt hanging limply from his small form. His eyes settled on Alexandra's blonde head that was bowed, staring at her hands again. "Um...hey!" he exclaimed happily.
Polan · Sun Oct 10, 2004 @ 12:34am · 0 Comments |
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o___o First post...cool, I suppose?
Anyways, at the moment, I am sitting at my desk thinking of something to put in my journal...it seems that I can't scrounge around for any interesting bit of information that's happened. Living in West Texas doesn't really give you anything interesting to write about, except that it's (surprisingly) raining here. Everyday to be correct, but it doesn't bother me because I love the rain, it means I can snuggle under the covers of my cheetah print comforter and read...anything really.
Speaking of reading, I have a now even longer list of books I need to get finished. Right now, this is my book queae: Frankenstein, Dracula, Fallen Angels, Sorceress, The Vampire's Promise, Lirael, Angel 'Nemesis', The Neverending Story, and Vanity Fair. Yes, many of them are fantasy, but I'm just a big fan of fantasy books because it seems these books are more interesting than my life. >.> But, so I've heard, Vanity Fair is a pretty boring book. My mom said that Vanity Fair is similar to the Lord of the Rings trilogy, 'SOOOOO BORING!' A.K.A waaaay too many details that nobody really needs.
But, I guess I should name you...how about...Richelle? That's my middle name just so I don't get any people praising my lack of creativity. -.-;; But, it's a lovely name I think, French for Richard which is my dad's name.
Anyways, I should be going before I start spilling out my life story to you, Richelle. ^_^;; Good-bye!
The glass glittered as the morning sun grew steadily into the sky, casting cascading waterfalls against the ground. At the time, a young woman by the name of Alexandra Raine 's eyes fluttered open, her eyes adjusting to the bright that grazed across the comforter she lay under. All of a sudden, the memories flooded back through her mind of last night. The black as midnight car that rammed into her small, red convertible; the tree that stopped her collision course; the glass that blew into her face, leaving long slash marks; the wail of sirens as an ambulance drove up to her totaled car, their lights flashing in the rain. She also remembered herself slipping into darkness and how the rain came down upon her through her broken window.
She slowly rose from the unrecognizeable bed and realized she was not in a hospital but in a messy bedroom. "What...?" but she didn't get to finish as a door opened and a young man came in carrying a bowl of something and a glass of water on a tray. He noticed that Alexandra was staring at him and a smile spread across his face.
"Good, you're awake!" he exclaimed, setting his tray down. "I found you out in the woods last night and brought you back here." he said before Alexandra could ask any questions. "You were all cut up so I wrapped you up!" Alexandra touched her face, just realizing that it was covered in bandages. She mumbled a small, "Thank you," before trying to get up. "My name's Damitri, by the way," the young man said, waiting for Alexandra to tell him her name.
Polan · Sat Oct 09, 2004 @ 03:14pm · 0 Comments |
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