Hall of Fame

by SongGirl (Maria mason)
Hall of Fame:Consequences

    
The Day Has Come To Seak Light, What DOES SOMEONE Do When They Have No shoulder To Burry In?
"How does a girl come out from a rabbit hole, un changed? The answer: She doesn't."
"It's time to stop pretending and take my heart in my own hands. Leave your prints on my heart but I've got nothing to loose." ~Laura Walter

"You can't help to turn back and hope that you'll get another shot but its not. Let the soothing doubts around you get too you is just simply something I can't do. So I am locked up tight in a terrified love prission full of lyrics." ~Debbie Style

    To all of my friends who have been hurt, neglected, shattered, burried, an so much MORE.
    TTS:
Mirror Academy, Techonolgy Academy, Vedermidic Academy, an Microphone Academy Plus.


For all of the ones who sit down and read this book, think they don't have a talent, and beyond typing. This is the way how my quote goes. I guess I have a reason to be breathing and so do you pal. I remember being in that stage. I'm a surviver from continueal bullying, no one has stopped it. I stayed home for three days afraid and sick. Those days I remember crying and I hope the memorial gets through to all as clear as it does to me. Love you guys and love the inspiration. I'm nicknamed SG, and you will see me as Debbie or Skylar Garcia. Think of any character as you because its your power and your flow.
Love ya,
Mariah Mason (SG)



CHAPTER ONE: JESSICA SCOTT



    The sun rose to a midnight crisp. The whole idea of living was to breathe, was it? Jessica was about to turn fourteen in just about three minutes. At her home town, Wilson K bird, she was going to have her ceromony at noon around two pm. Sudddenly, Jessica was worried about herself. She never thought about it but now she does. She didn't know her talent, and in fact, she didn't have one.Sitting in her kitchen, eyes fixed on the clock. She seemed more scared than nervous. The clock turned. Two more minutes. Soon it will be one, maybe the end.    
When a child turns the age fourteen, they were sent off to a talent school to see if they were talented. If you don't know what that is, than you're in for a surprise. If you fail, they kill you or send you away as a slave. Any one would choose death over slavery in a heart beat from around here. That's why Jessica Scott is afraid of being fourteen. She isn't afraid of dying. She's scared of being a slave. She may not have a talent, but she's a very experienced worker. Jessica has been scarce for money since her parents are never around that much. She only has two siblings but that was enough. Her brother, Alexander Scott, was already seventeen an at Mirror Academy. Alexander barely got in while their youngest sister, thirteen year old Emeriz stayed home. Jessica watches her sister, but she wondered what Emeriz would do now?        
The clock clinked and dinged. It was midnight. Jessica was legally fourteen years old. She scanned her area an suddenly she had a feeling that her life had ended. She waited for the door bell to ring but it didn't. Some how, she managed to go away an be in her own world. Jessica closed her blue crystal clear eyes. Her blonde hair was all the way down to her shoulder and her side bangs covering one eye. A paper infront of her as she holded a coated black ink pen. Ever since the war of Two thousand thirty two, children needed to have talent for the state's money. Their talent amused the other side so a sponcer from the other side would bet money on the child. The goverement was actually the good side while the Romadric side had taken over part of us, known as the bad side.         Jessica wondered how her eyes pilled away from the dramatic side she was facing. Her whole intire world had been set free from what seemed like two dementions. Jessica pushed her chair back an went away from the kitchen. She walked on towards the front door. The pale white door was crusting with every touch she forced on it. Jessica was now grabbing on to the doorknob-click-the door was open. Jessica stepped out of her small house. She stepped onto the front yard and looked at her small space she called home. She had never looked at her home the same way as she did now. It was what she wanted most, but it was something she didn't want to. Jessica, wearing her previous black shirt an faded jeans, was standing out there like a statue. She didn't want to be her any more. Her friend, Cathrine Death, had turned fourteen last year an she was accepted. It was strange to her how someone like Cathrine would be her friend. Who would want to? Cathrine was only the girl two blocks away. She was the striaght A student, but the girl she knew with dreams.            Somedays, Jessica wonders what school Catherine went to. She heard rumors that Catherine went to Microphone Academy Plus or Mirror Academy. Her life at this town had been small and clouded. Jessica went inside to her bedroom after closing an locking the door. She headed into the small crowded hall in the middle of the house. With both hands, she was lead into the her bedroom. Jessica flipped on the light switch. Her room was tidy and a little bit bigger than their own kitchen. She knocked off her shoes. Those old things was like nails to her feet. They were so small and holy broken. Jessica rubbed her feet as she sat down on her floor. It was her's. This room was her's only. Jessica pulled out a book full of papers that just screamed out at her. It was screaming for her to pick it up and read it. Jessica pushed it aside and pulled out another book. Her diary. Her own world of her and only her.                
Dear Diary,                            
Its 6/24/35. This day is my last day. I have no talent so far, and the Goverment will kill me. This will be my last page forever. Maybe I will be able to live? Yes, I know I can think of something. All I have to do is think, that's all! The PTV channel is on, it will announce about me and some others. I will also get to see real talent on the screen by Debbie Style, Alexander (my brother), Ashley Kara, and a boy name Kayne Debt.         
That Debbie chick is actually a music dreamer. My brother is a modeling student (mom pays the Goverment for him to live). Ashley kara is a artist full of colors and Kayne is a technology person with life. So far, we all are able to live for about a little time. My best friend Catherina Death is a music person too. Worst part, she has a better life an will forget me. The show is on.        
Wow! That doesn't seem like my brother! He seems so growned. Alexander seemed so happy and so contained. Next was that Ashley girl, her writing shocks everyone. She wrote about a girl with hard times. The girl had gone to cutting herself and then finally she found peace, in lyrics. Then Kayne was on, showing his talent. His machine had solved the Goverments problem with Credit Debt. It was a weird sculpture full of bolts and nails for sure. last was Debbie, she had sat at a stool. She pulled her microphone to her and spoke. She sounded like she had just been beatened because her voice was shakey but she fixed it fast. Too fast.
"Hello America, fellow guest, and other fantastic places watching. All around the world is those fourteen year olds saying, I don't have a talent." She paused pointing at the crowd and went on. "You do have that specal talent. So this is dedicated to those. I hope you guys like it."        
She began singing. Her voice was so fixed with a shifting power to it. Her lyrics had spoken to most but this song was different. It went along like this:                     Locked up tight and held back, hard nights in the cold./Slashed marks ripped on my skin, break loose and breathe in./ Leave your footsteps on my heart but you won't destroy me./What happens when I'm the most main attention, so I will just turn around and write another line/ You say you trust the smile but you feel so much pain, people is making you feel so lined./ You always think people will be just refreshed if you close the curtain/ I take one look at the crowd/ with one hit, I got them in love/                    You're the one, You're the one/ Its the number one tha