Enticing Treachery, hm... Options

[crazeegirl411]

Note: I just thought I'd post it here... excuse the bad names...I'm not very creative when it comes to names!


Forewords
Annie Towers
Myolie Link
Charlene Yelle
Raymond Teer
Ron Marred
Benny Grint

It’s a world of mysteries waiting to be unsolved, crimes waiting to be emitted. Betrayal is awaiting every single person in the world, and just when it reaches too far…someone catches it.

‘No more snickers and snide remarks, get back to work people!’

[crazeegirl411]

Chapter One- Old Friend?

Note: It's not a horror story! lol

Ah…the toast smell wafted around the living room as I took my backpack. I ran to my toast…after I kissed and hugged my father and gobbled the burnt bread to pieces. After quickly wiping my crumbs from my chin to the floor, I ran hastily before Father could scold me again. I jumped down the flights of stairs although I was in no hurry at all. I’ve been having problems at the elevator since I was very young, so I often took the stairway to and fro and for that reason, I began to love sports. I quickly descended my last set and jumped out the door. After calming down my breathing, I stared at the sidewalk and then walked towards school.

I finally stared up from the grey carpet and after sitting hours upon hours for testing, I was finally ready to stand up and walk away. I grinned with pleasure, I was finally done with such a treacherous and mind wrenching test. All was forgotten until I took a glance at the person in front of me.I looked away. It was not in coldness nor stone look people often think I give. It was a feeling of embarrassment and resentment to look at such face and have no memories of the past.

Yes…this man (or should he be referred as boy?) has probably forgotten all about it. It should have been a new start, yet it’s only for words. When I glanced at the boy or man again…I began to flash of the past memories again…

I was still young then, only thirteen and sitting timidly on the chair. It was not much of an audience, just parents of other participants, yet I can’t help but feel nervous. I would always wonder if my hand would shake so much that the keys would be played wrong, or my palms would sweat so hard my hands will slip and all I would be is to be buried in shrieks of laughter.

Oh…why am I just so dramatic?

Before I could even bow, I immediately sat down, ignoring the disapproval look from my teacher. I swear…I heard a slight chuckle, but I don’t trust myself. I never trust myself to read notes or hear anything while I’m nervous and shaking like this. After I started playing, my mind freed and I just let my fingers flow.

Yes…I love this melody.I would never forget it.

After my five minute performance was over, I sat up and remembered to bow this time. Thank god, or I’d receive more scolding than I would if I didn’t do it the second time. When I stepped down, I heard another chuckle and just to make sure…I looked around and saw a young boy standing up. Forgetting about the silly sound I probably heard from an illusion, I just smiled at the young boy in attempt to give him confidence.

But instead…it looked as if he was glaring at me.

I shook my head, blinked a few times and quickly took my seat. I must sleep early tonight. The thought went away as I saw the calm look in the boy’s eyes. Such a young man but with such a cold look in his eyes. When he sat down and played, I heard the first part and was immediately in awe. I’ve heard of this song before and it was incredibly hard for my level.

I saw the fingers flying.

Yet…I saw no deep trance that I’ve seen in every person. No…it was just, concentration and hatred. I could see it…feel it, sense it. This boy may have talent and practice, but definitely no feel, technique with a loss of inspiration. I looked at him, somehow with pity.

After his performance and the plentiful clapping sounds, considering it well as the parents mostly come only to hear their children play, or compare with others that is. The boy walked down the stairs, with a blank face, emotions never slithering an inch towards him. When he looked over, I tried a slight wave, but as expected, it failed to gain attention or feelings whatsoever. There was no response, just a head turning away and leaving.

I was left to dwell on his life story, his parents? In any way, I should not interfere (although I have not done anything, just thinking) but why does my life give me the bestowment of curiosity? I’m curious about that too...

He was staring at me. I guess it was that dazed look when I was parking myself in dreamland that made him think something was wrong with me. It was something like…mental problems. I guess it didn’t really look like that when I saw him; it was more like confusion and curiosity. Did he carry my old trait?

If we were to stand here at that other place years ago…our personalities would have switched.

I should not assume that his personality is the same. Assuming did no good to me. It made my life a mystery, at least to people surrounding me.

Annie…you should not trust what you see anymore. And with that, I left the hallway and did not take another look at that man or boy again.

[nas]

whaat? C'mon where's the rest?

[crazeegirl411]

Chapter Two- Multiple Shocks

I ran fast…too fast.It’s actually speed walking, while looking down at the sidewalk below me like I always do.I would look at my dirty shoes, the red marks still smothering my sneakers since last year’s softball.Although it has faded, I’m still pretty annoyed with it, but then…I’m glad I’m not a shoe freak like everyone else seems to be.

In the midst of thinking to myself, I bumped into somebody.That’s such an old script from the movies.But then…life is like a movie, of course in a more dramatic and unpredictable way.Before I even looked up, I saw those stylish shoes people would scream out in excitement when they see it.I stared at it, not of awe, but of fury.

I knew right then and there it belonged to Charlene Yelle.Not that I have anything against her…but really, I think I can see through her than most of the people who are blinded by her “kindness.”I don’t see anything special about her personality, not that she’s especially that good of a person to be practically worshipped by girls and admired by boys.

Her voice was like slime…it went into my ear slickly.“Are you okay?”Duh.

I looked up at her and stared at her like I do to a lot of people.Then…I saw that same look.The look the boy or man possessed.That look I once had when I was thirteen.I stopped that stare and softened my features.She may not be as bad, but there’s something inside her that’s holding her true kindness back.I swear…I feel it.

I’ve already passed the moment of answering her, so I thought, why not just not answer?I stood up and froze.She did the same, but the friends behind her that worshipped her fidgeted and looked at me.What was the point of this again?I left without a word.

When I walked another block, I finally found out that I have quite some luck.First I met the boy, and then I met the girl, now I meet the bully.I guess today’s my life story…introducing all the weird people I have nothing to do with, or not having much to do with me.

But anyway…this is quite an unusual bully.The typical bully are probably bulky, strong looking but weak inside, not exactly nice looking or take showers much.But this one…she’s skinny, wimpy, but acts and is pretty tough.She wears make-up and probably takes hours with her hair, and she’s a bully.You know, the kind that seems like they’re cats and scratches people with their long unbroken fingernails?It’s like that, except she uses her long, sharp fingernails AND her fist.Not much of a fist, small but I’ve heard stories of her knuckles as strong as a diamond.And that is totally not true, but hey…I should still be scared, right?

The weird thing is, she doesn’t tend to threaten or beat me up that much.Maybe it’s that calm look and stare that make people fear me that makes her be farther from me.Inside, I feel myself in fear…in curiosity, but on the outside, I kept on staring at them.I looked at the leader.She would be pretty cute if she wasn’t such a menace and if she didn’t have that bad temper.

I waited until she was long gone and that was when I breathed the air I was holding in, out.It would probably look like I’m nervous if I breathed in and out.I frowned and looked at the wallet.I picked up the plain black leather (and smelly…I hate leather) wallet and opened it.I nearly dropped it when I saw the ID.I should have returned it…but I don’t know why ran towards home, which was a lot farther than I could ever wish.

When I heard shouts and cries, I know my luck has run out, not that I had much to start with.The pinch of luck I had left after surviving the whole year.But now…I think it’s time I die.I ran toward the side of a house and hid behind a bush.Myolie and the rest of the group ran towards my house while I sighed in relief.Sooner or later, they’ll find me here.

That’s why I ran for my life to school.

It never occurred to me that school at this hour would be locked, especially a day where there’s no school tomorrow.And that means no clubs.The door will be locked, but I had no time to think where to go.

As unlucky as a girl like me could be, someone walked out the door while I rushed in.I still ran for my life, just for the heck of it.I ended up in the bathroom, my breathing heavy and awkward.

My heart didn’t even have time to rest some more and I heard footsteps.I lay attached to the wall, as if it would help any, but I was too panicked to pay heed to it.To my happiness surprisingly, it was Charlene.I didn’t ask or wonder why she would be here whatsoever.I would have nearly hugged her if I didn’t hear more footsteps.It was rapid....another bad sign.

As if God wasn’t sure if I was panicking already, I saw a sanguine, very bloody man crawl out of a stall.He was squinting, but I could see he was staring at me.

I kind of wished I could end my life right now.I nearly hugged Charlene but then, I saw Myolie.Instead of being more scared, I was glad to see another human being, with no blood.I guess she would have punched me if she had not seen that bloody man.

Charlene was terrified, and Myolie just stood there like a rock.I was already calming down and trying to take some kind of control in the situation, but I found out that it’s not that easy when you’re in a girl’s bathroom with a bloody man staring at you making you shiver.But, nevertheless I tried walking up to him.Charlene and Myolie’s stare was felt as I slithered my way down there.

Reluctantly, I bent down and nearly patted him.But it stopped midway as he grabbed my hands, a smelly wetness clinging to my skin.I yelped and tried to jump back.Charlene ran over to try to help me pull away from him and eventually he grabbed her too.

When Myolie finally came here, I wanted to yell, “Took you long enough!” but I was too fascinated with something happening to me.I felt a surge of energy, but then a feeling of pain stretch over me.I saw the same thing reoccurring a little later with Charlene and just when the pain subsided, Myolie stretched her arms and tried to pull me out.

Again…I was stuck.I was about to curse at Myolie, but I saw the pain in her face.When finally we were able to let go, a flash of luminous light emitted and disappeared, leaving a bloody letter lying on the floor.The three of us were breathing hard, and I would have wondered if it was a dream if it weren’t for the blood still on our arms and some smeared on Charlene.Charlene picked up the dripping wet letter and when she opened it, a light beamed up and flashed right into her.She was surprised, but opened the letter…and found an empty envelope.

I looked on curiously, but the panicking Myolie pulled the two of us up and ran out of the doors.

It was to my surprise…that I saw two bloody boys carrying an unmoving man.

[nas]

Whoa.. I didn't expect anything like that.

"In the midst of thinking to myself, I bumped into somebody.That’s such an old script from the movies.But then…life is like a movie, of course in a more dramatic and unpredictable way.Before I even looked up, I saw those stylish shoes people would scream out in excitement when they see it.I stared at it, not of awe, but of fury."

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