i am a novice writer and has jus begun (after writing various small stories and poems) writing my first novel/book i wanted your views and opinions since im onli 16 and may want to be a writer somedayy plzz read it and tell me what you think whether i shuld carry on or not, this is entirly my idea and has nothing to do with vampires or twlight based themes, it may sound like it at first but tbh i wrote this b4 i herd of twilight ect.
so read it and comment thank you! (i am not against anybody hu loves twilight)
Some people say that life is full of choices; you just got to pick the right one. Other people also say that opposites attract? I say what goes around comes around?and pretty quick.
Morning. The time when the birds sing, the alarm clocks ring and I think of ways to avoid it. I want Darkness to completely dissolve myself within those safe dark shadows, to seclude myself into one area, to be away from civilization. I wake up to find, my guitar and script still on the floor, from yesterdays useless practice, The mirror In the far corner, glinting slightly from the ray of light, that penetrates from the barriers and enters my darkness, like a stowaway on a ship. I remove my safe covers and walk across the cold, wooden floor over to the insanely large wardrobe and pick out: black skinny jeans, a band shirt and a pair of converse trainers and to top it off my black jacket. I walk towards the mirror and take a short glimpse at myself and see the usual me, pale face, green eyes, long black hair with my swooping fringe, thin lips and thin figure?not that I care. I adjust my fringe over my eyes, apply my eyeliner thickly, grab my bag and head out towards the door. This is it, and I begin to exit out of my sanctuary. I open the door and switch off all the unnecessary lights and glide downstairs. Breakfast is already laid out for me on the kitchen table and I guessed that my mum and brother have already left. I sit down on the hard chair and pick up the silver spoon which lie beside the bowl, and gaze endlessly into it, how can a beautiful and simple object reflect such a putrid being such as me?
As I finished my breakfast I locked onto the door, and begin my journey into the life-wasting, time-consuming place where people who enjoy life and want to make something out of it go?school. The thought of it sends goose bumps along my skin and a chill down my back like some people would have after watching a horror movie. First lesson: English. The vile looking, male teacher, Mr. Vernon, glorifying his aptitude with his endless and monotonous speeches about the reasons behind Romeo and Juliet. Only people who think they have a shot at having a love life read nonsensical things like that.
Tick,tick,tick? the constant ticking of the clock fills the room, as the indoctrinated students scratch words onto paper like they have meaning or purpose of them being there. The room which has been neglected, forgotten and left in a state in which fashion on its own, cannot save it, and the curtains, thick enough to keep every ounce of light as a prisoner, but no, they are tied back longing to be set free and show those dumb founded beings where happiness really lies. Superfluous sockets located in every square inch of the room. The blue, or is it grey? Carpet vastly placed on the bare floor, infinitely used but never changed. The brown patches, stained into the fibers, the black shapes implanted into the ground, shows no remorse as to letting go, and the shadows formed underneath the tables, reaching and stretching into the fathomable depths of the uncharted, bleak and insidious floor. This is the dismal, decaying and darkly infuriating way of the classroom. DRING! Finally, after many paragraphs of writing, its time to leave the detested room, and prepare for 5 more hours of ?Useful education?. After the second lesson of the day, break arrives, and hundreds of students walk mind washed and dazed out of the rooms in swarms much like a bee would?I suppose wasp is a more suitable word.
?Hey! Fayre! Wait up!? shouted Alex from the end of the corridor. I stop in my tracks to wait up, but waiting up seemed a lot longer when Jacque seemed to float across the corridor and into the hall, and time stopped just for him, I still stare, my eyes fixed onto him like a locked target, and before he disappeared through the double doors, he stopped and looked into my direction and smiled, but then carried on. For a second I thought, maybe there was a beautiful girl behind me, or maybe something funny was happening and I wasn?t paying attention, but I could have sworn he was looking at me?
?Fayre? Hey? Hello? Anybody in there??
?Oh, sorry, I guess I got carried away. Again. So, how are you doing?? I replied in a forgetful way.
?No, don?t worry about it; you got a crush, Big deal right? Any ways, yeah I?m fine; I got a big game next Friday, you coming??
?Uh?um? I?m not sure, I?ll have to consult to my manager first? And so I sm
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