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welll hello and this is the first chap of my novel whoopeee!!!! if you havent read the prolgue then i do highly sugguest you do because some of this might not make sence or it might i surly dont know lol xd
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and here is chapter 1!!!!!
My head ached, as I placed my cheek against the door. This car drive was beginning to get on to my nerves; I never once like traveling in machines like this, I would rather walk or ride a horse or anything, just so long as I didn’t have to sit in a car or a plane or even those trains. There just stupid things and I always end up feeling horrible afterward. It like they know I’m in them and purposely make the ride horrible.
I sighed looking out the window, there is one thing that isn’t so bad about this sort of travel, the view of everything going past, taking in so much that should really take hours to look at. It just makes me wonder how ever long will I get to see things like this, because if I had a chance I would watch forever.
“Dusk,” Dawn whined tugging at the hood of my jacket, that I have had permanently placed upon my head since the day Mathew hit me. I had refused to take it off even when they threatened to force me; it didn’t work though because I knew they were bluffing, and even if they weren’t I wouldn’t care, I wasn’t going to take this off. Why would anyone want to see a girl who can’t even get the approval of her father since she was five years of age, and who gets all the bull shit, and pain for it? Why would anyone care for that girl, when there have her perfect twin sister to look at and look up to? No one, that’s who, so I kept my face hidden behind my hood, so the world didn’t need to see the failure I was.
“Dusk,” Dawn insisted, who was now tugging at my jacket with a bit of force.
“What?” I muttered softly bring my knees up to my chest, and burring my face between them.
“We’re here,” her voice chimed as I shot my head back up and looked out the window again. The snow covered every inch of the car park, beautiful, white and seemingly fluffy. It made me smile, I haven’t seen snow since I was five and even then it’s a vague memory, something that should have been forgotten but hung around to this moment, just so it could remind me it was still there.
The dark wood trees, that almost seemed like they were of the darkest shade of black, lined the edges of the driveway. As my eyes drifted from tree to tree, I spotted an old sign, a few letters were missing but you could still make out the words: ‘Drementic Collage: A Place Among Places.’ It was like they were trying to make it sound homely or something, what a great way to invite us for the next four years. Yes four fabulous, no old man school years, which makes no complete sense since we will be seventeen in two weeks. It should only be two more years but no, this school is different and you stay here until they are ready to send you home, like some reform school. I don’t understand at all, because if it was a reform school why would dear little Dawnie be going. It just makes no sense.
“Wow,” she gasped, taking hold of my hand and pulling me to the window on her side of the car. “Look dusk, look.”
The old gothic building stood tall towering over everything, its dark features bringing it to life, with every small detail. The windows were covered with stain glass pictures, that didn’t seem to piece together like a story. The old wooden door stood broad and strong against the elements, as the small indentings on the grooves and edges of the place, made it seem like this it was never meant to be a school.
I looked back at Dawn her bright blue eyes glued to the window, she had that expression like this was a place she always dreamed of, and she could just burst out the car and go through anything else just to get closer to it. She hasn’t change, she is still that little kid I use to play with in the snow, when everything was right and I didn’t have worry about the antics of the old man. I smiled at her, as the old memories flooded back into my mind, of a time and place which is now long lost to me. I wish I could turn back, fix whatever I did wrong, just so it would be the same again. Just so I could be who I want to be, with no horrible endings attached.
The car door opened wide as Dawn fell flat on her face, I could help but laugh as my sister growled and wiggled, with her bottom sticking up in the air and her pale pink coat slipping halfway down her back, making her look all the more ridiculously funny. She flipped herself over so now she was lying flat on her back in the snow, her dirty blonde curls sticking to her baby like face as she pouted effortlessly, trying to make me feel bad for laughing. It didn’t work though; I held my sides trying not to burst into a ball of giggles, as Dawn sat up.
“Do you know what?” she smirked at me.
I giggled again before answering, “What?”
“This!” before I could even move a snow ball hit me right in the face, the cold, wet snow made me shiver as I heard Dawn burst into laughter, at what she did.
“Not cool Dawn, Not cool.”
“Oh yes it is, can’t you feel how cool the snow is,” she smile brightly poking her tongue out at me.
“Oh yeah very cool,” I chuckled, stepping out of the car, brushing the snow off my black jacket as I walking over to the man who was holding our bags. His grim face not very impressed with the too misfits he had to bring to this school, while his dark hair was combed over to one side in a very old style fashion, and his brown eyes darted around waiting for something to set his sights upon. I gave him a small smile, and then took my carry bag from his hands. He didn’t even make a sound just stood there holding my sisters pink embroider carry bag in his left hand.
We had so different taste my sister and I, she was the pretty girl, the one who got all she wanted, and was always high and bubbly, the one person who would make a perfect cheerleader if we had ever attended a normal high school. While me, I’m one of those gothic loner kids, always by myself and never able to mix with people, hiding who I really am behind black clothing and a dark personality. And yet we look and act exactly alike in so many ways, though I have change so much over the years, you could still tell we were twins.
I looked over at Dawn; she was standing up now her curls blowing in the wind as she turned and walked toward me, heading to get her bag.
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and here is chapter 1!!!!!
My head ached, as I placed my cheek against the door. This car drive was beginning to get on to my nerves; I never once like traveling in machines like this, I would rather walk or ride a horse or anything, just so long as I didn’t have to sit in a car or a plane or even those trains. There just stupid things and I always end up feeling horrible afterward. It like they know I’m in them and purposely make the ride horrible.
I sighed looking out the window, there is one thing that isn’t so bad about this sort of travel, the view of everything going past, taking in so much that should really take hours to look at. It just makes me wonder how ever long will I get to see things like this, because if I had a chance I would watch forever.
“Dusk,” Dawn whined tugging at the hood of my jacket, that I have had permanently placed upon my head since the day Mathew hit me. I had refused to take it off even when they threatened to force me; it didn’t work though because I knew they were bluffing, and even if they weren’t I wouldn’t care, I wasn’t going to take this off. Why would anyone want to see a girl who can’t even get the approval of her father since she was five years of age, and who gets all the bull shit, and pain for it? Why would anyone care for that girl, when there have her perfect twin sister to look at and look up to? No one, that’s who, so I kept my face hidden behind my hood, so the world didn’t need to see the failure I was.
“Dusk,” Dawn insisted, who was now tugging at my jacket with a bit of force.
“What?” I muttered softly bring my knees up to my chest, and burring my face between them.
“We’re here,” her voice chimed as I shot my head back up and looked out the window again. The snow covered every inch of the car park, beautiful, white and seemingly fluffy. It made me smile, I haven’t seen snow since I was five and even then it’s a vague memory, something that should have been forgotten but hung around to this moment, just so it could remind me it was still there.
The dark wood trees, that almost seemed like they were of the darkest shade of black, lined the edges of the driveway. As my eyes drifted from tree to tree, I spotted an old sign, a few letters were missing but you could still make out the words: ‘Drementic Collage: A Place Among Places.’ It was like they were trying to make it sound homely or something, what a great way to invite us for the next four years. Yes four fabulous, no old man school years, which makes no complete sense since we will be seventeen in two weeks. It should only be two more years but no, this school is different and you stay here until they are ready to send you home, like some reform school. I don’t understand at all, because if it was a reform school why would dear little Dawnie be going. It just makes no sense.
“Wow,” she gasped, taking hold of my hand and pulling me to the window on her side of the car. “Look dusk, look.”
The old gothic building stood tall towering over everything, its dark features bringing it to life, with every small detail. The windows were covered with stain glass pictures, that didn’t seem to piece together like a story. The old wooden door stood broad and strong against the elements, as the small indentings on the grooves and edges of the place, made it seem like this it was never meant to be a school.
I looked back at Dawn her bright blue eyes glued to the window, she had that expression like this was a place she always dreamed of, and she could just burst out the car and go through anything else just to get closer to it. She hasn’t change, she is still that little kid I use to play with in the snow, when everything was right and I didn’t have worry about the antics of the old man. I smiled at her, as the old memories flooded back into my mind, of a time and place which is now long lost to me. I wish I could turn back, fix whatever I did wrong, just so it would be the same again. Just so I could be who I want to be, with no horrible endings attached.
The car door opened wide as Dawn fell flat on her face, I could help but laugh as my sister growled and wiggled, with her bottom sticking up in the air and her pale pink coat slipping halfway down her back, making her look all the more ridiculously funny. She flipped herself over so now she was lying flat on her back in the snow, her dirty blonde curls sticking to her baby like face as she pouted effortlessly, trying to make me feel bad for laughing. It didn’t work though; I held my sides trying not to burst into a ball of giggles, as Dawn sat up.
“Do you know what?” she smirked at me.
I giggled again before answering, “What?”
“This!” before I could even move a snow ball hit me right in the face, the cold, wet snow made me shiver as I heard Dawn burst into laughter, at what she did.
“Not cool Dawn, Not cool.”
“Oh yes it is, can’t you feel how cool the snow is,” she smile brightly poking her tongue out at me.
“Oh yeah very cool,” I chuckled, stepping out of the car, brushing the snow off my black jacket as I walking over to the man who was holding our bags. His grim face not very impressed with the too misfits he had to bring to this school, while his dark hair was combed over to one side in a very old style fashion, and his brown eyes darted around waiting for something to set his sights upon. I gave him a small smile, and then took my carry bag from his hands. He didn’t even make a sound just stood there holding my sisters pink embroider carry bag in his left hand.
We had so different taste my sister and I, she was the pretty girl, the one who got all she wanted, and was always high and bubbly, the one person who would make a perfect cheerleader if we had ever attended a normal high school. While me, I’m one of those gothic loner kids, always by myself and never able to mix with people, hiding who I really am behind black clothing and a dark personality. And yet we look and act exactly alike in so many ways, though I have change so much over the years, you could still tell we were twins.
I looked over at Dawn; she was standing up now her curls blowing in the wind as she turned and walked toward me, heading to get her bag.
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