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CRIMINALS IN LOVE
I stepped out of the house, taking a deep breath of fresh air. I listened to the sound of the owls hooting and the bat's wings flapping. I watched as the fireflies lit up the night sky and as the stars twinkled brightly among the dark background.
"What a night." I breathed, as I slowly started jogging for the hills
My pace was slow but as I got higher I ran faster until I was in a full sprint.
My size wasn't bad. I was 5'7, and 105 pounds. So, I was skinny. But to be honest, I don't know how I maintain my weight. I can't be honest and at the same time say I eat healthily. If you get what I mean. My metabolism is higher than most, and I can exaggerate the "higher than most" part by 100.
I kept running, at small moments taking tiny sips of water.
Sorry, where are my manners? My name is Seemee Efren(C me-F run), I'm 16 and not only is my health a bit strange so is my appearance. I have deadly pale skin, a silverish white shade of hair, and emerald green eyes.
I enjoy running, biking, and sit-ups when it comes to exercises. In my free time, which is mostly all the time, I draw fictional creatures, fashionable outfits, and I love drawing and creating my own Animation and Manga. I also love to bake, which feeds my severe sweet tooth.
Um... Oh! I have one sibling, my older brother. As much as he is annoying, I couldn't live without him. But, a tiny detail I should mention. I'm adopted! So our appearance varies largely, very largely.
He's like every other boy, he has black hair and pale blue eyes. He is 16, we're a month apart, very muscular, and he is also 5'8. He has light chocolate skin and a tattoo on the back of his neck, it says, 'United We Stand'. At school, he is branded as the "Bad-boy". But in reality, he's just a huge softie. His name is Andrew by the way.
My mom and Jason are divorced. Andrew switches homes with them every other week. But, I stay with mom. I was actually the reason for the divorce.
You see, they found me in an alley behind a local Shop. I was around four and I was super thin, my hair was so matted to my head that they had to shave it off. One of my ribs was nearly broken and I had scratches all over myself. A sight would be an understatement.
I finally reached the top of the hill. It was very beautiful. I walked over to a large box and cooler I had left here years ago.
Inside was a black picnic blanket, 3 bottles of water, 2 salami sandwiches, 5 little boxes of grapes, and a magenta throw pillow.
Every night I get my daily exercise by running up this hill and running back down. But, sometimes I don't want to leave right away. So, every night I grab 1 extra sandwich, a bottle of water, and 2 extra grape boxes. I leave it here for the next night and so forth.
The hill I had picked was... How would you say, closed off? It was surrounded by trees at its base and only got thicker as you get higher.
But, at the top, there was a little clearing. I'd say it was 8 feet in all directions. In a circle-like shape.
You could say that this place was my... Escape. My refuge when things went wrong at home, school, or work.
My mom taught me how to cook. One day, a friend of my moms came over. I cooked that night!
Apparently, he really liked it and said he had a friend of his who owns a restaurant.
So, every weekend I go and cook there. I get 10 dollars per hour. It actually suits me pretty good. Better than what my allowance was, that's for sure. I got 5 dollars every other Friday! We're not even poor! But, something is better than nothing I guess...
Anyway! I laid the black picnic blanket down and grabbed my magenta pillow and placed it in the top left corner. I grabbed all of my Salami sandwiches, 3 grape boxes, and a bottle of water. I was really hungry. I haven't eaten breakfast, lunch, or dinner!
My day has been more than hectic.
I slammed my fist onto my alarm, probably breaking it. The sun was shining through the blinds, it hurts! Slowly rolling out of bed, I suddenly hit the floor, with a ringing in my ears.
Muttering a string of curse words that, thankfully, could reach my ears and my ears only.
I pushed myself off the floor. Striving and yearning to reach the bathroom door without passing in and out of consciousness.
In a quick few seconds, I somehow started kissing the floor.
Again, I pushed myself off the floor and headed to the bathroom.
I did my business and took a quick cold shower. I stepped out and turned to look at the mirror.
"Ooh," I mumbled in distaste, seeing my reflection.
My hair was partly matted down to my head, but the flops that weren't were lopped over on the other side and over my face. Which made me look like a zombie considering my skin tone.
I quickly grabbed my brush and combed my hair down. Since my hair reached to somewhere around my waist, I was able to get creative. I pulled it all together and the made a Fishtail braid and turned it into a bun. It was very pretty. I roughed it up a little bit, so it has a few strands of hair hanging around my face, just to give it this edgy type look.
I walked out of the bathroom and headed to my amber dresser. The wood on my dresser was very smooth and shiny.
Opening the dresser I grabbed my black skinny jeans, dark purple tank top, black combat boots, and brown leather jacket.
I ran to my side table and grabbed my backpack. I made sure everything was inside it.
My phone, charger, earplugs, notebooks, pens and pencils, my allowance, and last but not least... My poop Emoji pillow morphed with the purple Devil Emoji. It is so cute!
Finally done getting dressed, I rushed downstairs for some quick breakfast.
I was about to grab my lunch bag from the counter and my pop tart that was next to it. Before my brother grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the Kitchen. Thankfully, we made it to the bus, but my breakfast and lunch didn't have such luck.
After a long day at School, the bus dropped my brother and me off, a block away from our house.
"So, dad's coming over tonight. For 'dinner'." Andrew scoffed then sighed. He continued walking but leaned towards me, I proceeded to put my head on his shoulder. His dad only comes over for 'dinner', when he picks Andrew up.
I brought my hand up and rubbed his back in a circular motion. Not only is it stressful for him to constantly go back and forth between parents, it's stressful for me too.
Jason, Andrew's dad, wants nothing to do with me. Right after they found me, he wanted to put me in an orphanage. Mom said no because she said I might be tossed back and forth from homes, because of how I look. Just like most of the society, he thinks I'm a freak. But, who can blame him? He divorced mom after three years of me being there. Anny and I were 7.
"Anny, you know you don't have to go if you don't want to. You can help me at the Picardo's, on the weekends. I'm sure Mr. Fredick will pay you. He is a bit short staffed." I chuckled.
"Ya, but if I don't go, then dad will take it the wrong way. Then there will be no chance of getting mom and dad back together." He said reasoning. He let go of me as we got closer to the house.
I sighed, and put my hands in my pockets. We both walked in a sad but comfortable silence.
He doesn't understand, Jason will never like me. I would be more than happy to have his family back together, but I know he won't. Not if I'm here.
I stopped walking and looked down, Andrew, a few steps ahead stopped walking as well. He turned to look at me with worried eyes.
"What is it?" He asked, walking towards me.
I decided to voice my thoughts, "Andrew, you and I both know that Jason doesn't like me, right?" I asked, looking up at him. My tears were threatening to fall.
"Hey, don't cry." He said, coming up to hug me, but nodded his head to answer my question. I continued, "Well, what if I left?" He tensed. "I mean, you and your parents would be back together. You'd have your family again!" I said quickly. Tears were spilling out of my eyes, not coming under control.
Andrew quickly stopped hugging me and grabbed me by the shoulders, he looked me in the eyes with a look that read, 'What the hell are you thinking?'.
"Seemee, no! You have been with me most of my life! Dad was the one who decided to leave, not you!" He yelled, shaking me by the shoulders.
"But-." I tried.
"But nothing. You are staying." He said quickly. He wiped away my tears then grabbed my hand as we ran towards the house.
Within a few seconds, we were at the front door of our house. Anny turned to me and wiped away some of the remaining tears. I smiled up at him then took a deep breath.
I opened the door to see a sight that left me shocked. Inside my mom was leaning against the staircase steps, her hand trying, but failing, to protect her from being struck. In front of her, Jason had his fist clenched and reaching to hit her in the face.
I dropped my bag that was hanging loosely from my shoulders and sprinted for the vase that had peppermint leaves in it. I grabbed it then smashed it onto his head, right before he hit her.
He quickly turned to me, blinking many times, then he fell. He fell down from the multiple steps and hit his head again on the railing.
I looked towards my mom who was crying. Her hands were shaking as she grabbed the carpeted steps behind her. Her tan arms were bruised and cut, as well as her face. Her blonde hair was in chaos, with blood thrown in random places. Her pale blue eyes were red from crying.
I heard police sirens from behind me. I turn around and see Andrew tucking his phone back into his pocket, he nodded his head, then ran over to mom. I turned around to look at Jason.
His shaggy black hair was combed back, only a few strands hung loosely. His brown eyes opening and closing. His dark chocolate skin held no marks, which meant that mom hadn't tried to defend herself. Must have been caught off guard, once she figured it out, she must have been too scared.
"You'll pay for that, failure." He said, his voice strained. Hate, although, was clear. But when he called me a failure, it wasn't as if he hated me, though he did. It was as if, he knew something about me, I didn't.
After a few minutes, the police had arrived. They took Jason away, as well as mom. They said that Jason would go to jail, but my mom will go to the Hospital. Also, that we have to stay home until we are called for our statements.
I gave the police my phone number, seeing as we don't own a house phone.
"She will be okay, though right?" I asked the dark police lady in front of me.
"I'm sure she will be fine. Based on what I saw. All she got were bruises and scratches. Nothing that could permanently harm her." She said. She shook my hand then left for her police car.
I turned around and walked back to the house. Andrew was sitting on the steps, his head in his hands. He was shaking.
I slowly came toward him and sat down beside him. I put my arm around his back and situated him so he was laying on my lap. I took strands of his hair and twirled them around my fingers, while I rubbed his back at the same time.
I started humming a song I didn't even know. Leaning back against one of the steps, I leaned my head against the step above it.
About thirty minutes passed and Andrew was lightly snoring in my lap. I leaned forward and smiled down at him.
Slowly and carefully I took his head off of my lap and stood up.
In front of me lay a 16-year-old boy, who was heartbroken. That was when I noticed my pants were wet where my knees were. I frowned and went to my room and changed into a pair of black leggings, my white tank top, and my red Niki sneakers. I ran back downstairs and he was still there.
I lightly tapped him, waking him up, but only partially. I silently picked him up and put his arm around my neck. I helped him up the steps and to his room. I sat him on the bed and walked to his closet. I dug through his clothes, trying to find his pajamas.
"Ow!" I yelped. I pulled my hand out and sucked on my pinky, while I quickly looked towards Andrew who was still sleeping.
My hand hit something. I dug back in a searched for it. I was metal, I kept feeling, and leather. It was in the shape of an L. I grabbed it and pulled it out from the clothes.
"Oh no," I whispered. In my hands was a silver pistol.
"No, no, no, no, please God, no!" I kept whispering. I clicked the button that released the magazine. I counted the bullets.
"No," I whispered again. A bullet was missing. Nine out of ten bullets were in the magazine.
Turning the safe the On, I stuffed it behind my back.
Looking towards Andrew, I whispered, "What have you gotten yourself into, Andrew?" I asked.
I sighed then went back into his closet. After two more minutes of looking for pajamas, I finally found a white shirt and gray sweatpants.
I stood up and closed the closet. Turning around and walked to Andrew. I cleaned him up and took his dark blue jeans off(he wears underwear) and slipped his sweatpants on. I then sat him up and took off his bright blue shirt and slipped on his white one.
I slightly chuckled and smiled to myself as I laid him down and pulled the blanket so it was under his chin.
I sighed then walked out of the room to mine, which was next door. I walked in and went to my dresser.
I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Opening the door I leaned into the very back. Opening the secret compartment in the wood, I put the gun in, and closed it again, then closed the dresser. When I first came here I explored my room, I found that compartment and I have been using it ever since.
Walking out of my room, I closed the door. Running downstairs I grabbed the food. Then walked out of the house and ran.
Found my boyfriend cheating on me
Have been dating him for 3 years now but he had an obsessive ex girlfriend who wouldn't let him b she will text threatening me I ignore her all the time n instead talk to him but somehow I will always find out he still communicates with her so I got fed up n tired at some point n decided it's best I just let go so I cheated on him n he found out.... he criedn begged me not to break up with him n stuffs so I reconsidered my decision n still stayed thinking truly he had forgiven now this was in 2016 so I stayed with him now in July I had gone to his house unexpectedly n was hearing a girl mourning from his room I knocked n almost broke down d door he didn't open the door his friends pulled me to the kitchen to calm me down n he sneaked the girl out of his room n told me it was his friend in his room not him I fought him verbally n we argued I left now on Saturday I was going through his phone n I saw a funny conversation with him n some other 2 chics I took d number n added d contact to my contact n started chatting one of the girls up like I was him n I found it it was the same chic who was in the room with that night so I confronted him n he started beating me up telling me he had told me to stop checking his phone so now I know how it feels to be cheated on I left his house n continued my conversation with the girl till Tuesday night n sent him screenshots of my conversations for him to know I know it all n there's nothing for him to hide anymore my boyfriend felt no remorse or cared I was shocked n denied not having anything to do with her so I message the girl to reveal my identity n appreciated the information she had given me n she replied nice meeting u...wats your name I was confused like I didn't chat her up to be her friend so ignored n tried calling him in d morning only to find out he was on the phone with the same chic so I told her u still having a conversation after knowing he has a girlfriend ... her response killed me "is there a problem" I just ignored n blocked her cux I didn't know exactly wat to say or do anymore at that point but she's not the only one he's cheating on me with they are 3 girls... I asked myself how many girls am I gonna fight n why is he holding me down spending so much money on me n talking to my parents,planning his future with me n all of that while out there he's messing around...what can I do cause I love him so much and I know he loves me but I really don't understand if it was a revenge or he's tired of the relationship n just don't know how to tell me or what
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@cutie-cat well! one of the craziest thing i did was in hostel. Me and one of my classmate bunked college and went room to play FIFA. Suddenly we heard our hostel sup. coming across our room. We went outside our window and hanged outside without any footrest. He entered the room and left within a minute. Guess what... we were hanging from 4th floor. xDD
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- Peoples who don't close the door to my room after entering my room
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DESCRIBE YOU DREAM HOUSE / APARTMENT .
near/in a city a 2-3 bedroom apartment and one of the bedrooms have to have an en-suite. It has to be open plan and the living room area has to have a good view and between the living room and kitchen there's a smallish dining table, oh and the kitchen has to have an island in it and it has to be big, light and beautiful.. and just loadss of spaceeeee oh and I need someone to share this apartment with mehhh so who wants to be roomies? XD
Do you think ISLAM is a religion of terrorism ?
@thestrangest just something else i'd like to add to make you understand, the Qur'aan is beautifully written, poetic to say the least when you read it in Arabic. Now, you ever read one of those poems in which the author says something like " the room suddenly turned blue " you do realise the walls of the room didn't suddenly change color and turn blue by magic right ?
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Die YOU ever Experience something creepy?
Yeah one time I heard beating on a door in my house (I live alone most of the time.) It was an interior door as well. Right down the hallway. I have all the lights off in my house to save energy so this didn't help. It was like a knocking/trying to pry a door open sound. Luckily I live in the good ol U.S. of A and grabbed my 12 gauge <3. I decided I was going to confront this shit head on. I get cover behind my door and look down the hallway. The beating and pounding on the door stops. I raise my barrel and unlock the safety. I kick the door open and do a quick sweep of the room.
Nothing. Heart beat pounding. There has to be SOMETHING in here. There was just all that prying at the door...
I look into the master bath. No one. Check the sides and under the bed. No one.
Shortly realized after it was my cat walking happily out of the room lol. gg.
Everything has an explanation.
Do you think ISLAM is a religion of terrorism ?
@thestrangest just something else i'd like to add to make you understand, the Qur'aan is beautifully written, poetic to say the least when you read it in Arabic.
Well i did read it in Arabic as i said and i fond it extremely purely written. There are more plot holes/loop holes in this fantasy book than there are in all books written in the past 10 years and the sexism, violence, homophobia, sadomasochism and support of slavery isn't nice either
Now, you ever read one of those poems in which the author says something like " the room suddenly turned blue " you do realise the walls of the room didn't suddenly change color and turn blue by magic right ?
There's another meaning that YOU need to SEARCH for. I'll end this here.
Well. It could mean both. Unless you read the context you are right to take it as it is written. If there is no context that explains the meaning then the book is flaud because it doesn't clarify what it says. I already said this