Okay, this is my oversized story. I just really hope you enjoy. I originally posted this last year, but for some reason, it got deleted. So I'm re-posting it. Enjoy.
The Streets of Manhattan
9:36 AM
I was running away. Running away from it all. I just couldn't stand it anymore. All the abuse, the fights....I couldn't take it.
I was literally running away from these guys. They were trying to rape me. They were chasing me with actual knives. I knew I wasn't going to survive. I was running in heels...I wasn't going to live. I wasn't going to live!
"Get away from me, you ra-"
I tripped onto the streets.
It was pouring down rain, and there was a sixteen wheeler rushing torwards me.
I screamed in terror.
This is the end......
I closed my eyes. Brace yourself.....
BOOM!!!!!!
....
....
....
....
....
....
....
I'm dead.....
It's over.............
But then I opened my eyes. I saw scraps of metal, glass and other debris all over the already soaked road.
The truck had crashed into a diner.
"I'm.....I'm....."
I couldn't finish the sentence. I was alive.
I quickly got up and ran across the street. The boys were still chasing me.
That's where I hailed a taxi and threw myself and my suitcases inside.
"Take me to the nearest airport. Please...", I said, gasping for breath.
I gave the driver my money and I started to relax. I was safe.
For now.
I looked out the window. The stormy skies, the rain, the thunder, I felt so releaved.
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Scraper Palace, Cormick
9:20 AM
I sighed. Sometimes, I wonder what it's like as a normal person. Surprisingly, having the power to control 100,000 people can get boring sometimes.
And I never really get to get out of the palace. Even though it's huge, I just want to know what it's like in the real world.
"Would you like anything to drink, sir?"
"Uh...no thanks.", I replied.
I'm home-schooled, which I think really sucks. First off, I don't have any friends, and I don't want to force anyone. Second off, like I said before, being treated like a god gets boring sometimes. Thirdly, I want a good girl...
I sighed again.
I was walking down this long hallway.
"I shouldn't be complaining", I said to myself. "I get to live like a king..."
My dad always says that you don't need friends when you have everything that you could ever ask for. Well, I'm asking for friends. And if I could only get one thing, it would be a girlfriend. Everyone needs love, right?
......................right?
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9:50
I arrived at the airport. I wanted to get as far away from New York as I could, although I wouldn't want to go to a place as foreign as China.
Cormick.
That would be the perfect place.
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9:57
After paying for everything. I sat in the area where I was supposed to wait for the plane to get ready.
I read a magazine. There was a man wearing a black jacket, a black shirt, black pants, black shoes, a black hoodie, and he had on sunglasses. His mouth and nose were covered up by a zipper.
.....I decided to take a glimpse at him.
He looked back.
No. He wasn't just looking back. He was staring at me.
Then, he took off his dark sunglasses.
His cold, dark, purple eyes glared at me.
I jerked back.
"All plane attendants, enter the plane immediately."
I sighed out of relief. It was time to go in.
I pushed everyone out of the way and ran inside.
The Streets of Manhattan
9:36 AM
I was running away. Running away from it all. I just couldn't stand it anymore. All the abuse, the fights....I couldn't take it.
I was literally running away from these guys. They were trying to rape me. They were chasing me with actual knives. I knew I wasn't going to survive. I was running in heels...I wasn't going to live. I wasn't going to live!
"Get away from me, you ra-"
I tripped onto the streets.
It was pouring down rain, and there was a sixteen wheeler rushing torwards me.
I screamed in terror.
This is the end......
I closed my eyes. Brace yourself.....
BOOM!!!!!!
....
....
....
....
....
....
....
I'm dead.....
It's over.............
But then I opened my eyes. I saw scraps of metal, glass and other debris all over the already soaked road.
The truck had crashed into a diner.
"I'm.....I'm....."
I couldn't finish the sentence. I was alive.
I quickly got up and ran across the street. The boys were still chasing me.
That's where I hailed a taxi and threw myself and my suitcases inside.
"Take me to the nearest airport. Please...", I said, gasping for breath.
I gave the driver my money and I started to relax. I was safe.
For now.
I looked out the window. The stormy skies, the rain, the thunder, I felt so releaved.
----------------------------------------------------------
Scraper Palace, Cormick
9:20 AM
I sighed. Sometimes, I wonder what it's like as a normal person. Surprisingly, having the power to control 100,000 people can get boring sometimes.
And I never really get to get out of the palace. Even though it's huge, I just want to know what it's like in the real world.
"Would you like anything to drink, sir?"
"Uh...no thanks.", I replied.
I'm home-schooled, which I think really sucks. First off, I don't have any friends, and I don't want to force anyone. Second off, like I said before, being treated like a god gets boring sometimes. Thirdly, I want a good girl...
I sighed again.
I was walking down this long hallway.
"I shouldn't be complaining", I said to myself. "I get to live like a king..."
My dad always says that you don't need friends when you have everything that you could ever ask for. Well, I'm asking for friends. And if I could only get one thing, it would be a girlfriend. Everyone needs love, right?
......................right?
-----------------------------------------------------------
9:50
I arrived at the airport. I wanted to get as far away from New York as I could, although I wouldn't want to go to a place as foreign as China.
Cormick.
That would be the perfect place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
9:57
After paying for everything. I sat in the area where I was supposed to wait for the plane to get ready.
I read a magazine. There was a man wearing a black jacket, a black shirt, black pants, black shoes, a black hoodie, and he had on sunglasses. His mouth and nose were covered up by a zipper.
.....I decided to take a glimpse at him.
He looked back.
No. He wasn't just looking back. He was staring at me.
Then, he took off his dark sunglasses.
His cold, dark, purple eyes glared at me.
I jerked back.
"All plane attendants, enter the plane immediately."
I sighed out of relief. It was time to go in.
I pushed everyone out of the way and ran inside.
In my opinion the new Suicide Squad sucks. Harley Quinn is not even Harley Quinn any more, Deadshot has stupid movie lines, and no King Shark. WTF. I will explain this all for people who are not familier with The Suicide Squad.
Since the beginning of time Harley Quinn has had an accent and, guess what, no accent in the new Suicide Squad. And since when does Harley Quinn dress like a fucking slut.
Deadshot is normaly the main charecter in The Suicide Squad but now he has two stupid ass lines, "So we are some kind of Suicide Squad?" Yes you are stupid it is the title of your movie. "Let's go save the world." Fuck it I am done with Deadshot fully.
King shark is, well, a giant shark but now they have replaced him with a less cool Killer Crok.
Sucky one
I really love to write.I've done it ever since I was only 4.
My mother used to write things like stories or poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
Writing is really fun to do and I love it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write Email on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really love writing so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an author when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry or stories,I would also like to write articles for other people to read (just like I'm writing one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new books for kids.
Again I really love to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
My mother used to write things like stories or poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
Writing is really fun to do and I love it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write Email on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really love writing so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an author when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry or stories,I would also like to write articles for other people to read (just like I'm writing one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new books for kids.
Again I really love to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
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