Charlie Hawkins had always felt different to the other girls in her school. They were all really skinny, wore tight clothes and make-up and every boy who pasted them in the corridor would quite simply drawl all over them. Charlie was different to the girls in more ways than looks. She could do something that none of them could do which was influence people to do what she wants them to do.
The way Charlie looked different to the other girls was that she was very pale for someone who lives in LA, she had long dark black hair that came down to her hips, her eyes were a very strange cloudy yellow which gradually darkened to the black of her pupils. Charlie also never wore dresses, skirts or anything at all girly. Her everyday school outfit was a pair of black or dark navy jeans, a black top usually with a caption on – her favorite one was ‘come to the dark side we have fangs ‘- and a black or dark sweatshirt which she wore with the hood up.
Charlie just dressed this way because she didn’t want anyone to make eye contact with her because the last time that happened they called her a witch and eventually it ended up going round the whole school so now she was known as the evil witch of Lakeside High School
Hollie, Jon, Alice, Connor Charlie’s best friends didn’t seem to mind that she was strange at all they liked for who she was inside not on the outside unlike most people in LA
It was the third Friday of the summer semester and Charlie was in English when an office assistant came in and gave a note to Mr. Tanner who read the note swiftly and said “Charlie Hawkins, Mrs. Dale wants to see you in her office right away.” Charlie rose from her seat picked up her copy of wind and the willows pick up her bag and made her way down the aisle between the desks as I did so I heard people whispering things like “what’s she done now?” and “She’s always in trouble!”
When Charlie got to the main office the receptionist- Miss. Hanway - said “Go straight through sweetie, Mrs. Dale is waiting for you.” She smiled at Charlie. And for the first time in three years Charlie made eye contact with someone it was just for a brief second because Charlie could tell when Miss. Hanway dropped her eyes and looked uneasy in Charlie’s gaze “Ok, thank you” I said, then I walked through the door in to Mrs. Dale’s office and she was sat at a big oak desk with Charlie’s Dad, Mathew and her older sister Izzy – Izzy was there because Charlie’s Mom die three years ago and she acted as the Mom figure in Charlie’s life
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The way Charlie looked different to the other girls was that she was very pale for someone who lives in LA, she had long dark black hair that came down to her hips, her eyes were a very strange cloudy yellow which gradually darkened to the black of her pupils. Charlie also never wore dresses, skirts or anything at all girly. Her everyday school outfit was a pair of black or dark navy jeans, a black top usually with a caption on – her favorite one was ‘come to the dark side we have fangs ‘- and a black or dark sweatshirt which she wore with the hood up.
Charlie just dressed this way because she didn’t want anyone to make eye contact with her because the last time that happened they called her a witch and eventually it ended up going round the whole school so now she was known as the evil witch of Lakeside High School
Hollie, Jon, Alice, Connor Charlie’s best friends didn’t seem to mind that she was strange at all they liked for who she was inside not on the outside unlike most people in LA
It was the third Friday of the summer semester and Charlie was in English when an office assistant came in and gave a note to Mr. Tanner who read the note swiftly and said “Charlie Hawkins, Mrs. Dale wants to see you in her office right away.” Charlie rose from her seat picked up her copy of wind and the willows pick up her bag and made her way down the aisle between the desks as I did so I heard people whispering things like “what’s she done now?” and “She’s always in trouble!”
When Charlie got to the main office the receptionist- Miss. Hanway - said “Go straight through sweetie, Mrs. Dale is waiting for you.” She smiled at Charlie. And for the first time in three years Charlie made eye contact with someone it was just for a brief second because Charlie could tell when Miss. Hanway dropped her eyes and looked uneasy in Charlie’s gaze “Ok, thank you” I said, then I walked through the door in to Mrs. Dale’s office and she was sat at a big oak desk with Charlie’s Dad, Mathew and her older sister Izzy – Izzy was there because Charlie’s Mom die three years ago and she acted as the Mom figure in Charlie’s life
I hope u enjoyed my story. If so can you leave a commet and tell me wat u think?
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope you enjoy.
Read to the rhythym you would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat by his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the next time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope you enjoy.
Read to the rhythym you would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat by his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the next time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
You hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
You twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
You think you can hurt me,
Just because you gave me money,
You think you can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made you fell.
I wish you have never given birth to me,
I wish I can expose what you are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate you to the heart's core,
I want you to hear my vengeful call.
I respect you because I must,
Yet you blame me for not giving you my trust.
How can I love, or trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to you by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever you will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
You twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
You think you can hurt me,
Just because you gave me money,
You think you can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made you fell.
I wish you have never given birth to me,
I wish I can expose what you are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate you to the heart's core,
I want you to hear my vengeful call.
I respect you because I must,
Yet you blame me for not giving you my trust.
How can I love, or trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to you by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever you will grieve