That night Jake laid awake, staring at the ceiling. In his mind he replayed the horrific scene of Whitney falling out of the car and seeing her limp, lifeless body lay there. Tear once again stung his eyes but he tried hard to fight them back. He got up and went to the closet, opening it and reaching around for a shoe box. He found it and pulled out a small blue satan box. He opened it as he sat on the foot of the bed. In the box was a gild Tiffany diamond ring. He had planned to propose to Whitney but it was to late.
A few tears ran down his cheeks as he looked at the ring, the way it sparkled in the moonlight streaming in through the window. Just then the phone rang. Jake turned and picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked softly. The voice on the other end was sweet and delicate, one he'd never heard before.
"You miss her, don't you?" the voice asked. Jake was stunned for a second.
"Who is this?" he asked, worry lacing his voice. The sweet, melodic voice on the other end laughed.
"Oh honey, you don't need to worry. I won't hurt you."
Sorry about not writing for a while. Soccer has kept me super busy and I might not be able to write for a while. But I'll try. Sorry about this chapter being so short. I've had writers block. Well, hope you like it.
A few tears ran down his cheeks as he looked at the ring, the way it sparkled in the moonlight streaming in through the window. Just then the phone rang. Jake turned and picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked softly. The voice on the other end was sweet and delicate, one he'd never heard before.
"You miss her, don't you?" the voice asked. Jake was stunned for a second.
"Who is this?" he asked, worry lacing his voice. The sweet, melodic voice on the other end laughed.
"Oh honey, you don't need to worry. I won't hurt you."
Sorry about not writing for a while. Soccer has kept me super busy and I might not be able to write for a while. But I'll try. Sorry about this chapter being so short. I've had writers block. Well, hope you like it.
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the day my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some day I hope his heart gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the day my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some day I hope his heart gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
"No,no,no! Ponny, you're supposed to sound scared. like this, 'AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!'" Hilisia said. She said the line terrifiying. Ponya rolled her eyes. "If I say it any more frighted, my eyes will pop out! And anyway, you're NOT the director. I'm doing it wrong when Mr.Figgsten says so." Ponya snapped back. "Ok girls, from the top!" The girls got ready. Then suddenly, Ponya stretched her arm out to Hilisia(Luci) And said, "Luci! LOOK OUT!" "What? What Brenda?" "AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!" "EEEEEEK!" "RUN!!!" They both said. Then the scene ended as they ran off stage. "Perfect!" Mr.Figgsten yelled. Huffing and puffing, the girls came offstage. "Hey you guys I know it's short notice, but we will have to shoot the rest of the film in New jersey