Post by huntsrose on May 12, 2007 20:25:49 GMT -5
This story is going to be a little different then the rest. I copied it from my quizilla account. Hope you like it!
Chapter one
From California
Hi! My name is Emily Love...what an interesting name, don't ya think? I hate my last name though. Love...that's what nobody ever gives me around this junk hole. Pardon my language...if junk hole is bad.
Some details about me: I'm a little short for my age, my favorite color is red, and I have long, black hair. That's about it...
Anyway, I live with my step mother, Gloria, and her "perfect" daughter, Maddie...more like Bratty. My room was very small. Just large enough for my bed. You might say I was kinda like Cinderella.
Or Emerella...
Whichever you prefer.
"Emily, do the dishes!"
"Emily, make us breakfast!"
"Emily, fix my hair!"
Blah, blah, blah.
That all changed on my 13th birthday.
Gloria had sent me out to mow the lawn...
What a perfect present, don't ya think?
Anyway, as I was mowing the lawn, the lawn mower...exploded mysteriously...
Actually I broke it, but that's not what this is about.
I discovered that I had dragon powers.
I was like O-M-G!!!
But I didn't say anything about it to Gloria or Brat- I mean Maddie. They would use it to their own advantages.
The first thing I did was train myself...just at flying. What would I need to fight for yet?
I've always wanted to visit New York City...and no, I am not just being random. I flew to New York City. Details? Nah, boring.
Anyway, I'ma save you some suffering and cut ahead a little bit.
Fast forward to 10000000 years later
I SAID A LITTLE BIT!
Rewind to the day after you arrived in New York
Thaaaat's better. Who's controlling the fast forward anyway?
Me, sorry
Well you're fired.
Awwww
Aaaaanyway...
I went to this school called Millard Filmore Middle School. First class: Math...that was a relief! I'm great at math...anyway, I just feel like skipping to Mythology...oh joy.
Note the sarcasm
Hey! I thought I fired you!
You can't fire the voice in your head
I have a voice in my head? SWEET!
Anyway, skipping all this random junk.
Mythology was incredibly boring. The boy I sat next to was nice though...somehow, it felt like I knew him from somewhere.
Details! I WANT DETAILS!
Oh, shut up. I'm getting to it.
His name was Jake. He had black, spikey hair and wore a red jacket. He was the same height as me. Short. Actually, he was EXACTLY the same height as me.
The boy on the other side of him was funny too. He was REALLY tall compared to me and Jake. His name was Spud...odd name if you ask me
Nobody asked you
Nobody asked YOU!
The girl on the other side of Spud had some anger management issues. Her name was Trixie.
"You know," Jake said after class. "You look really familiar. Have we met?"
"Uh, no," I said. "I'm from California. Been there my whole life...and I have to say from living in California...It is FREEZING here!" He laughed a little bit.
"You know, you remind me of someone," he said. "I just can't think of who."
"Is that so?" I asked. Jake nodded. "Well, then..." I stopped. He was staring at some blonde girl. "Oh geeze. Don't tell me. Crush on that blonde girl?" He kinda gave me a drooling nod.
Boys
Tell me about it.
Chapter one
From California
Hi! My name is Emily Love...what an interesting name, don't ya think? I hate my last name though. Love...that's what nobody ever gives me around this junk hole. Pardon my language...if junk hole is bad.
Some details about me: I'm a little short for my age, my favorite color is red, and I have long, black hair. That's about it...
Anyway, I live with my step mother, Gloria, and her "perfect" daughter, Maddie...more like Bratty. My room was very small. Just large enough for my bed. You might say I was kinda like Cinderella.
Or Emerella...
Whichever you prefer.
"Emily, do the dishes!"
"Emily, make us breakfast!"
"Emily, fix my hair!"
Blah, blah, blah.
That all changed on my 13th birthday.
Gloria had sent me out to mow the lawn...
What a perfect present, don't ya think?
Anyway, as I was mowing the lawn, the lawn mower...exploded mysteriously...
Actually I broke it, but that's not what this is about.
I discovered that I had dragon powers.
I was like O-M-G!!!
But I didn't say anything about it to Gloria or Brat- I mean Maddie. They would use it to their own advantages.
The first thing I did was train myself...just at flying. What would I need to fight for yet?
I've always wanted to visit New York City...and no, I am not just being random. I flew to New York City. Details? Nah, boring.
Anyway, I'ma save you some suffering and cut ahead a little bit.
Fast forward to 10000000 years later
I SAID A LITTLE BIT!
Rewind to the day after you arrived in New York
Thaaaat's better. Who's controlling the fast forward anyway?
Me, sorry
Well you're fired.
Awwww
Aaaaanyway...
I went to this school called Millard Filmore Middle School. First class: Math...that was a relief! I'm great at math...anyway, I just feel like skipping to Mythology...oh joy.
Note the sarcasm
Hey! I thought I fired you!
You can't fire the voice in your head
I have a voice in my head? SWEET!
Anyway, skipping all this random junk.
Mythology was incredibly boring. The boy I sat next to was nice though...somehow, it felt like I knew him from somewhere.
Details! I WANT DETAILS!
Oh, shut up. I'm getting to it.
His name was Jake. He had black, spikey hair and wore a red jacket. He was the same height as me. Short. Actually, he was EXACTLY the same height as me.
The boy on the other side of him was funny too. He was REALLY tall compared to me and Jake. His name was Spud...odd name if you ask me
Nobody asked you
Nobody asked YOU!
The girl on the other side of Spud had some anger management issues. Her name was Trixie.
"You know," Jake said after class. "You look really familiar. Have we met?"
"Uh, no," I said. "I'm from California. Been there my whole life...and I have to say from living in California...It is FREEZING here!" He laughed a little bit.
"You know, you remind me of someone," he said. "I just can't think of who."
"Is that so?" I asked. Jake nodded. "Well, then..." I stopped. He was staring at some blonde girl. "Oh geeze. Don't tell me. Crush on that blonde girl?" He kinda gave me a drooling nod.
Boys
Tell me about it.