| wow i havent posted in a long time lol i havent really been around to xanga much, srry ppl lol anyways, i'm gonna post some of my book again today, if u havent read it before dont worry, this of what i'm posting is the re-edited version of the first chapter! *crowd cheers* lol anyways, i finally thought of a title, but it is not permanent, i may change it, it someone has a better suggestion, could you plz let me know? i would appreciate it!
this is a horror/suspenseful kinda book BTW tell me what ya'll think, i may post on fanfiction to see what other ppl say, NOTE: this is still just a rough draft, i'll probably still be adding and editing!
Dreamer
“Wow, that was so much fun! I didn’t think I’d have so much energy!” Staci remarked as we left the club. We giggled our way back to the car thinking of our fun time out. “Yeah, but Jen, she had way more energy than you! Did you see her? She was wild!” I said as I swung the passengers side door open. “Maybe a little too much energy.” Staci laughed. She turned the key in the ignition, starting the car, and glanced at the neon numbers on the radio that read 11:16 p.m. “Wow, it’s getting a little late. We’d better get back soon.” Staci said as matter-of-factly. “There should be a detour around here somewhere. It’d be a lot faster.” I stated. “Yeah, I think I know it.” Staci replied steadily as she pulled out of the parking area onto the road.
Staci. Staci Lawson, my best friend since as long as I can remember. She seemed as if she was 16 again although she was 20 just like me. Staci was quite an easy-going person, usually relaxed and carefree. She was also perky, too. She was one of the best friends I could ask for, Staci. Her hair was thin and blonde, dirty-blonde in fact; it reached as far as her shoulders. She also had dark, dark brown eyes which I envied a bit; it’s probably the first thing someone would notice about her since it’s quite stunning. Today, she was wearing a simple light blue, like a neon light blue, hoodie; not the big heavy kind of hoodies but the smaller, tighter kind, along with one of her favorite pairs of dark blue jeans. Quite casual for mid-October.
I, on the other hand, was different. Anna Daniels. I was the sometimes hotheaded, as my friends would tell me; even headstrong sometimes too. But mostly, I was the daydreamer. I’d be lost in my own little worlds. Little? More like big. When I was young, sometimes people wondered if I was autistic. I could have been, maybe, but I wasn’t.
My hair was thick and between the color of light and dark brown; not to light and not to dark. It reached just a little below my shoulder-blades, always straight and not difficult to manage. I was glad for that. Today, I was wearing a thin black sweater-ish shirt with a hood and a silver design on the back that looked royal, with the word “heiress” below the design also in silver. In front it was laced at the center, revealing some cleavage, and the sleeves reached down as far as my elbows. It was one of my favorite shirts; I wore it almost constantly.
A few moments later, we found ourselves turning into the detour taking a twisty road to no where it seemed. “Ever been down this way?” Staci asked, breaking the silence. “No, just heard of it.” I answered. “It’s starting to get more misty. Think it’ll storm?” Staci said sounding a little nervous. I turned on the radio as my answer and we listened for the weather report. Unfortunately, the radio quickly turned to static as we heard a soft rumble off in the distance. “Does that answer your question?” I smirked, switching off the radio. Staci only gave a little huff with a small glance. Just as we suspected, it started to rain heavily by the second.
Outside it was heavy with mist and rain; Staci slackened her speed some, I could see she was uneasy. She was always uneasy around thunderstorms, especially when driving. “Do you want me to drive? I don’t care to.” I said wearily. “No, it’s okay, I can drive. It’s just a little storm, nothing more. We’ll be okay.” She managed a small smile and looked back to the road more nervously. I stared into the mist and rain beyond us on the road and let my mind take me for a while. I couldn’t help thinking somebody was on the road waiting for us to come. Somebody standing in the cold heavy rain…just waiting.
“STACI TURN!!!” I shouted as I grabbed the steering wheel and turned it harshly. I didn’t even know why I did it, it just happened so suddenly. The car jolted to the right quickly, flipping over numerous times until it finally stopped upside-down. The only thing I remember seeing before we swerved, was a small person standing in the road… waiting for us.
I was trembling in the car, still in my seatbelt upside-down. “S-S-Staci?” I whispered shakily. There was no response. I quickly loosened my seatbelt, fell to the ground, and forced myself out of the partly smashed window, grazing my hip with a slice of the glass. I ignored it and ran over to Staci’s side. Blood was seeping through the windshield on Staci’s side. “Staci!” I shouted, about to cry. I had to keep myself together.
Her window had a few cracks into it but it wasn’t broken. I searched for a nearby rock quickly and smashed the window open. Staci looked unconscious; I hoped she wasn’t dead. I carefully unhooked her seatbelt that also caused her to fall toward the ground with a thud. I cringed at the thud and gathered my strength to pull her out of the damaged car. I know they say not to move a person if they’re injured, but I didn’t really have much of a choice. Besides, I wasn’t thinking straight; I was scared.
Quickly, I checked her pulse to make sure she was still here. Luckily, she was. Actually, once I pulled her out of the car she didn’t look that bad really, aside from a small gash at the end of her right eyebrow. Staci began to pull into consciousness finally, giving me relief. She looked dazed. I wondered if she knew what happened. “Staci, are you okay?” I asked. She kept looking up at the sky. “Staci?” “Who was that?” She asked, still looking up at the sky. “Who was who?” “That girl.” I stared at Staci. I didn’t know what to say. “D-don’t worry about it. It’s okay.” I looked around at my surroundings. The mist died down and the rain had stopped. A few yards away there was a brick wall, like a fence, leading to a gate that led some house obviously.
“Staci, do you think you could get up?” I asked. “What makes you think I can’t?” She smirked. I smiled back slightly and helped her up to her feet. She seemed alright, except for her head. “I think there’s a house or something over there. Let’s get help.” I said. Staci gave a small nod. I knew her head was pounding.
We slowly walked up by the large black gate. It wasn’t locked, thank God. There was a small light at the top corner of the brick wall and by it was a rusty, grimy, golden plate. It was too dirty to read so we ignored it and opened the gate. The driveway led up to a fountain, going around it in a circle, and had beige-colored gravel. The fountain was a large fish; some water was still trinkling out of the fish’s mouth. The water was green and murky giving out a foul smell.
AUTHOR: ok, some of the first chapter, tell me what u think!
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funny joke btw
HOW TO KEEP A FLAT TUMMY!!!
A little boy walks into his parents' room to see his mom on top
of his dad bouncing up and down. The mom quickly dismounts, worried about what her son has seen, dresses quickly and goes to find him. The son sees his mom and asks, "What were you and dad doing?"
The mother replies, "Well, your dad has a big tummy and sometimes I have to get on top of it to help flatten it."
"You're wasting your time." says the boy.
"Why is that?" asked his mom, puzzled.
"Well when you go shopping the lady next door comes over and gets on her knees and blows it right back up!"
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