Well, this group is, a story written by everyone in it. Each person can write one paragraph of the story, and so on, continuing it. I Thought it would be a fun idea, with the suggestion from Annie. See where this goes.
Latest Activity: Nov 26, 2012
There really was no excuse for punching him in the nose, even though I tried my best to invent a plausible one. - Annie.
I never really liked Ronnie Purchase. Ronnie was always the boy who would call me out about my, "issues". My issues included: Nosebleeds, funny toes, awkward glasses(needed to give power to my awkward eyes), unbalanced eyebrows and, worst of all, a leg three inches too short.- Cameron Crane.
I slowly walked over to the end of E hall, where the principal was impatiently waiting for me with her eyebrows furrowed. "Oliver Perkins," she quietly said as she exhaled, "did you honestly expect to get away with that little stunt?". I shuffled my feet and avoided any eye contact whatsoever. I tiny bead of sweat was running down my pulsing forehead as Principal Mattens raised her chin expectantly. My head hurt from the bottled rage of that incident. "If you can give me a legitimate reason for why you had to sock one of my students in the face, then I promise not to call home to your mother. I know she has quite the temper." I tried not to look startled at her knowledge about my family. I do often make trips to the office, but I was usually the victim, not the "bully". I awkwardly pushed my glasses with my index finger and wiped the sweat from my unbalanced eyebrows. I couldn't really say anything. I had had enough, so I let Ronnie know.-Gabi Joeseph.
I... I suppose he knew too much..." I stuttered.
"What on earth do you mean?" She asked, raising her eyebrows quizzically, clearly doubting Ronnie would know too much of anything.
I looked down at my hands, noticed the red purply bruise appearing on my knuckle. I wasn't quite sure what I had started but I knew I had to continue, if only not to get 'the call'.
"He knows about me," I whispered, my stomach lurching. "He knows about my family and what we do. He knows the reason we had to move to this town."
"And why was that, Ronnie?" She looked curiously at me, almost reverently scared of me and what was to come out of my mouth.- Kelly Smeeton
My mind went blank.
Fuck it, I thought.
"I only did it because of the Dementors!"-Harald~
Her eyes narrowed sharply. "What did you just say?"
I swallowed, already bracing myself for the inevitable rebuke. "The... Dementors..."
I shouldn't have done that. Not only did is just cuss the cuss that should not be mentioned, I also brought in Harry Potter. Principal Munroe was not a lenient lady, and this is beyond bribery. This was the beginning to a long, and educational introduction to the school's detention system.- Cameron Alexander Crane
After all that mess, i decided to just go home, i know i had more class to deal with, but after dealing with everything that happened today , i just wanted to go home and cry. as i slammed the big wooden school door behind me, i heard a boom of thunder and lighting as the downpour started. i pushed my hoody over my hair.-Ben the "Thunder-Otter"
I tried to walk slowly back home (despite the fact that my home is two miles away from John Wilkes High School), because I always liked the rain. The feeling of the icy cold, wet droplets fall onto me has always made me, temporarily, feel better about my situation.- tievlos
Of course, my day couldn't get any worse. That is, until a passing school bus splashed me as it drove past, getting the dirty water from the gutter all over me. I jumped back from the curb and tried to wipe the mud off my jeans, and cursed under my breath as it just smeared onto my hands.
"You look as happy as a cat getting a bath." I heard a girls voice come from behind me. I froze, praying it wasn't Ronnie's girlfriend.-Becca Alien
Beatrice (whose parents are such nerds that they named her after a guide from The Divine Comedy (which is strange, because her brain is full of nothing but nail-polish fumes) was that kind of girl who presented herself to others as perfect, unless you didn't listen to the most recent bubble-gum-pop boy bands, in which case she wanted you to die.
She and her coheres always found it fun to use the most idiotic insults that it would be hilarious, if they weren't always guided at me.-tievlos
I couldn't think of a witty comeback, (which, whether or not I said, would be inferior to her popularity,) so I kept walking. She kept pushing me to reply. And pushing. And pushing.
When I broke, I (almost) yelled, "What?! What do you freakin' want?!" I immediately regretted it, but I didn't take it back.
Beatrice looked at her friend, Trina, who just so happens to be "Gossip Queen" of JWHS, and gave her a look that said, "Threaten 'im."
I wasn't sure what they were going to say, mostly because I don't keep up with the school "news". But it could be (and prob'ly would be) a school announcement.
Trina whipped out her phone, looked at Beatrice and said, "What do you say we tell everyone it was Ollie here who beat up poor, poor Ronnie?"
"Hey--" I stopped myself.
"Oh, did you want to say something, bully?" Beatrice joined in.
I couldn't believe she was going to reveal who had I punched her boyfriend to the entire school. I wasn't sure what to say, and I was just so angry...
I swiped Trina's phone away from her fingers and tossed it into the flooded grass. We exchanged mean looks, then I ran and ran until I couldn't see them anymore.
Soon enough, I was home. I stood on the sidewalk, taking in the rain, taking out my anger.- Bryn Dex
I walked through the door inevitably dripping wet and paused on the mat, waiting to hear a sound.
Soon enough I could hear my mother's footsteps pounding the floor towards me.
"What on earth are you standing there for, just dripping on my clean floor?"
"Sorry, Mum," I muttered, wiping my feet and starting the trudge upstairs towards my room.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Your room? You pathetic little weazle, do your chores, do something useful for a change."
"Ok." But by the time I had cleaned myself up and gone downstairs to help, Mum was on the phone.
"I don't know what you mean?"
I panicked, surely Principle Munroe hadn't rung my mum?
"Yes, of course," my mum was saying, "I don't know how I can tell him. I don't want to worry him."
What was she on about it?-Kelly Smeeton
I stepped into the kitchen and watched as mum hung up the phone. She looked worried, but the moment she noticed me her brows furrowed and she gave me an angry look:"Why are you standing there like you just saw the Medusa? The dishes won't do themselves you know?" Even with her yelling at me like that I could tell there was something on her mind. I was going to ask her about the call, but thought better of it and just headed for the sink. As I started the water I heard her sigh and leave the room.
This has turning into one nightmare of a day and to think it all began so nicely. The morning had been sunny as we all sat down for breakfast. Me, mum, dad, Livi (older sister, who even though she is 20 still lives at home) and Elvin (an annoying younger brother, who would always get in the way). We had fried eggs and bacon with the exception of Livi, who's a vegetarian, having salad. Dad was home for once and mum was in a very good mood. It was nice to be a normal family for once.
"You should be washing not dreaming Oliver," mum nearly made me to drop the plate when she said that. I turned around to find her standing behind me with a very worried look in her eyes, "let's sit down I need to tell you something." My heart sank, when she said that and I quickly put down the plate I was holding and sat beside her behind the kitchen table. "When you left for school there was another signal and your father and Livi went to check it out, it was only level 2 so there was no need for all of us to go," she took a deep breath to calm herself, "well they weren't back and I couldn't contact them. So I called MTW (Mystical Threat Watch), they just called me back and it turns out they were found a mile north of the signal and....Oliver they're in a hospital." She was close to crying now, that alone scared me to death. -Dragons=Awsome aka Agnes
Out of no where, I saw, in my peripheral vision, the hazy outline of ...... a thing. Yes. A thing. I had, by now, become completely oblivious to the my mother's presence and slowly turned my head... had the dementors returned? I shuddered at the mere thought. I closed my eyes, and fell to the floor violently... twitching like a fish out of water. Probably quite a comical sight if I were not so petrified.- Lydia Leaf Child
My mom had stared screaming at the sight of me twiching and thrashing about on the floor, though it sounded like it was from a mile away. My only thought was to make my stupid lungs work. "Work you," my brain seemed to be desperately screaming to my lungs. Apparently my lungs didn't listen very well because to preserve energy my brain stared to turn off and every stared going black. The last thing I remember before comletly blacking out was hearing sirens in the distence and thinking,"Oh, good mom finally stop panicking long enough to call an ambulance."- Genny Baratta
What happened next to me was a blur. I have a reoccuring dream about that night, of the ambulance, the bright lights and needles... My mother... All that felt more like a nightmare. I woke feeling dried and broken. A sheet was tucked in my sides so tight it took me a minute to break free. Oh god, my arms felt so weak. Eyes creasing open, I saw a nurse's full reaction to my awakening, not saying a word and rushing back out the door. I fell asleep again. Then a doctor brought me back into reality. Then the first week of my life began.- Cameron Alexander Crane
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