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i havnt named it yet :-| (standard:other, 1129 words)
Author: SuperEmoRachelAdded: Apr 12 2008Views/Reads: 2684/1894Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
basically just a story i wrote at like 2am, its not finished yet but i want feedback anyway please
 



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There was no way she was telling him. And she told him that. 

"Nah, 'sfine. Look I won't tell. And i won't laugh." 

"That's what you said last time." 

"And?" 

"You laughed." 

Mitchell snorted with laughter. "Haha! So?" He picked up a ball of dirt
from a pot plant and threw it at a car parked in the street. She stared 
at him. 

"I'm your best mate! It doesn't matter if i laugh! It only matters if
someone else does." 

And so she told him (reluctantly). 

She was watching his face, looking for his reaction. And she was
surprised. 

He didnt laugh when she finished. He waited another 5 seconds. 

*   *   * 

The door slammed shut. 

She was back in her room. She dumped her bags on the floor and draped
her dress over a chair. She flopped on her bed and put her music on 
full blast. And something heard it. Something didnt like Bullet For My 
Valentine... 

*   *   * 

Sunday morning. 

Great. 

Sunday meant tennis, and tennis meant... extreme boredom. 

Perfect. 

Hungover one day (if only slightly. Hungover was a rather large
exaggeration. More like mild headache), tennis the next. 

Would life never end??? 

She climbed out of bed, her Elmo pyjamas crooked and wrinkled, grumbling
to herself about her mother. 

"Everyone else gets to sleep in on Sunday mornings. Why does she make me
do bloody tennis? I'm not even good! Hate her..." 

It was growing impatient... 

*   *   * 

Tennis courts. 

"Brace yourself." 

*   *   * 

Once again she arrived home in a foul mood. 

Once again she arrived home to a messy room she hadn't cleaned all week.


Once again she arrived home to a million messages from Mitchy because he
never thought of just phoning her instead of texting. 

And once again she left. She had to get out, escape... she didnt feel
safe in her room anymore. 

It wasn't happy. Not happy at all... 

*   *   * 

What!? 

She had woken yet again. 

It was the 5th time that night. She had never woken this many times. 

Ok. 

She was determined. She would find out what it was if it killed her! And
she had this really weird feeling that somehow it would... 

*   *   * 

Mitch woke up with a start. 

Something had woken him. What was it? 

It only took him about 3 seconds to realize. 

His stomach. 

*   *   * 

She stood up. She was going to find out. It was now or... no, it was
now. 

*   *   * 

Mitch walked to the kitchen and started making himself some Coco-Pops. 

There was something on the fridge. Something that was never there
before... 

*   *   * 

She looked around her room. There was something there. She could feel
it. It was close... evil... ANGRY 

*   *   * 

Mitchell struggled to focus without his glasses. It was- it was- 

It was a photo. He knew the person in it. But there was something wrong
with it... 

"What the...?!?!" 

*   *   * 

Her heart stopped beating. Her lungs stopped breathing. Her brain
stopped working. (All temporarily of course) 

*   *   * 

"Sssh! Just bring it over!" 

"If my parents find out I'm gone, I'm dead." 

"It's 3am! They'll never know you're gone! Jeez Mitch!" 

"Ok fine fine fine!" 

"Be quick" 

"Quick as I can since I can't drive!" 

He cut the connection. 

*   *   * 

"Never doing that again." 

"What, sneaking out? It's easy as!" 

"Maybe for you, you've done it heaps. Kept making noises and thinking I
was about to get caught. Nearly gave me heart failure." 

"Yeah well when you phoned me I thought I was gonna die, freaked me out
so much." 

"Haha!" 

"Hmmm... so it was just on the fridge yeah?" 

"Yepo. Bit dodgy hey?" 

"You could put it that way, yeah." 

"So what are we gonna do?" 

"Dunno aye." She was still poring over the picture. It was pretty
freaky. 

"Thanks Einstein." 

"You think of something, you're the nerd." 

"Just coz I wear glasses doesn't make me a nerd!" 

"Sssshhh! You'll wake everyone up!" 

"Ok ok! Sorry! Settle down sweetheart! Relax!" 

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