Today was the worst day,
Victorious... But still the worst day
Today was Theron ing of the 7th grade Teachers choice Presidant. one thing آپ need to know is that I'm running against two other people. Shakira and Angelike. Shakira is an Outsider, not liked سے طرف کی anyone but the teachers, and me. She's a good person. However Angelike, is not only the most مقبول girl in the school, gave me a black eye in 5th grade and acts like the best kid a teacher coukd have whenever there watching but hates me. Obviously. And I stayed up until 4 o'clock in the morning last night writing and memorizing my speech. As I watch from backstage Shakira steps off the podium after concluding a mediocre speech and I give her a little smile and she walks back into the ready room, then Angelike walks on with her Goody two shoes face and smiles at the teachers and the crowd of kids who all absolutely love her. Beutiful. Her face is flawless, is that jealousy pulling at the back of my mind? God I hope not. Her speech is just as flawless and everybody laughs with her and she makes a very funny thing out of it concluding with
Her perfect smile. She walks backstage and the beauty disappears, I dare not meet eyes with her as she whispers in my ear
" Remeber what happens if i don't win this. Better make it good small fry."
O ignore her and walk onto the stage with a مزید determined, self confident look on my face. The teachers ask.
"Name please?"
"Alli"
"So Alli, what is your dream?"
" To make every person feel beutiful,"
The teachers all raise there eyebrows at this interested and the teacher who had asked me to run smiled at me, Mr
Ridgeman, curly short black hair and glittering blue eyes, very
handsome. He suddenly asked
"How will آپ achieve this and why do آپ want it so badly?"
I completely forget the speech Ashe asked this new سوال and I begin, feeling very confident
" I want this because, when آپ look down these halls آپ see the faces of kids آپ may یا may not know, but what آپ don't see is the girl curled up in a locker that her supposed friend shoved her into, the boy who is laughed at because his glasses aren't the سب, سب سے اوپر brand, یا the cuts..."
The teachers murmur and the principal, Mrs. Macateer asks
"What do آپ mean the cuts?"
" The cuts, all up and down the kids arms, the cuts from blades that they put on themselves, the cuts that make me cry..." I hold in tears as my voice dies off " I was a bully..... I used to push people down," there are a couple gasps but I ignore them and continue, m lips speeking the truth and only the truth, " but what آپ realize when your standing over some kid, calling them 'Ugly' یا 'Stupid' یا 'Idiot' آپ realize that آپ don't even see them," I meet eyes with all the teachers, I have there full attention, " آپ see yourself..." A tear almost escapes and I tell them what I never had told anyone before, " In my old school, I bullied people, just to see them cry, then one girl changed that, a girl names Chole, one دن I saw her, be hide the school, with a knife, covered in blood. And for once I realized how horrible I had been, and I sat there, soaked away her blood and cried." I look out into my crowd, Cosette and Micah meet my eye and give me a thumbs up as I struggle on " And after that I knew, that I was going to change, and I did, Everyone is beutiful, and all I ever want to do is make sure آپ know that..." I step off the podioum, some of the teachers are touched and dabb there eyes as I walk off and into the back room.
Before آپ could say 'Run' Angelike was in my face grabbed my shoulders Closed the door so that nobody could hear use and slammed me against the wall. She sneered in my face anger boiling from within her
"I told آپ pip squeak that if I don't get this thing your going to pay, did I not?" She sneers in my face and anger boils from within me How dare she!?!? I don't answer and it obviously makes her even angrier and she slamms me against the دیوار even harder "I said... Did I not?" Suddenly there us a knock on the door and Angelike's voice gets all cheery "Who is it?" the voice from the other side I recognize as Beyonca, Angelike's friend "Oh me and Makayla are just paying آپ and hmm..." she giggles and Angelike smiles in my face " Urh, what's that whores name again....." Makayla's voice جوابات "AlliHoRae?" an Beyonca laughs "Ok yes that one," The door opens and Beyonca, a girl with black hair and green eyes creeps beside Angelike with Makayla, the tall girl with Reddish brown hair an brown eyes. They shut the door and surround me. "What should we do? Shove her in a locker for the night?" Makayla smirks at me, like somthing out of a movie and walksup beside Angelike and suddenly lands a blow on my left cheek and laughs, then Beyonca comes up on the other side of Angelike and lands another blow on my nose, blood streams out and pain shoots through me, so intense I want to scream, then the door burgs open and Micah and Cosette peer in smiling then turn horrified as they see Angelike pinning me on the wall. Micah makes it out the door, but Makayla grabs Cosette's شرٹ, قمیض and drags her back throwing her against a دیوار while Beyonca locks the door and puts a chair under the handle. Before I can see anything else Angelike throws me on the ground my head slams into the hardwood. Then she stands above me and leans over, although disoriented I manage to lean up a bit and مککا, عجیب الخلقت Angelike right in-between the eyes, she falls back an I try to get up but Beyonca digs one knee into the middle of my chest the other in the middle of my upper arm,Angelike joins her, the knuckle mark on her head a deep purple and jabs her knee into m right ribs, the other on my other arm like Beyonca, I catch a glimpse of Cosette, bloody nose and pinned down سے طرف کی Makayla. "What should we do tpwith this ugly little slut?" Beyonca smiles In my face, and Angelike جوابات with a snarl, "Let's treat her like the dirty little peice of trash she is!" Beyonca smiles and her eyes crack with amusement. "Let's spit on her!" Beyonca leans in and spits right on my eye. "Fuck you!" I scream in her face and Angelike punches my mouth "Shut up midget ass!" then the door starts to crack open and I barley even realized Mrs. Macateers voice, "Girls? Girls what in gods name are آپ doing in there?" Beyonca slamms the door shut again and sits on the chair as mrs. Macateer shouts and bangs on the door. Angelike is slightly distracted and I instinctively use my knee and push her off me and grab her neck, my nails digging into her skin. Then the door bursts open, blowing Beyonca over and I let go of Angelike, and we stare at each other coldly, blood from my nose trickles down my face and blood from her neck seeps onto her shoulders. The principle makes up all line up in front of her and the assistant principle, Beyonca isn't even scratched, Makayla has a bruise on her shoulder and teeth marks on her hand, Angelike has my nail marks seeping blood and a bruise of my knuckle that has turned dark almost black. Me and Cosette though, we look like shit. Cosette has numerous bruise marks of her face, her lip is bleeding, her tooth is cracked and her glasses are shattered a little shard of glass in her eyebrow. I check myself too, let's see, bloody nose, my head throbs like he'll from being shoved into the دیوار and slammed on the floor, I didn't even realize Beyonca's scratch marks all down my arm, I have a bruise on my rib bot my arms and I can feel one on the middle of my chest and I didn't even realize that my tooth is bleeding. Mrs. Mac gives us the whole deal about how it's wrong and stuff and then sends us all to the clinic, escorted سے طرف کی the assistant principle not after telling us that unfortunately we are both disqualified from the elections. Whatever. Shakirs deserves a chance to shine, right now all I want is an ice pack and sleep.
Two hours later I'm sitting in the clinic waiting for my mom to pick me up. I'm the last to go home, Angelike, Makayla and Cosette's parents all came to pick them up, Beyonca is still in class unscratched. So as I wait and sit سے طرف کی the window I hear footsteps and I turn to see my language arts teacher, Mr Ridgeman, sitting اگلے to me. His voice is warm
"You okay kiddo?" he looks at me as though I'm dying
"I'll be fine," he sees the anger in my voice
"You know it as a brave thing آپ did, standing up to Angelike, I know آپ hate her guts," I smile and say,
"Really?" His smile is warm and welcoming telling me it's okay"
"Really...."
Victorious... But still the worst day
Today was Theron ing of the 7th grade Teachers choice Presidant. one thing آپ need to know is that I'm running against two other people. Shakira and Angelike. Shakira is an Outsider, not liked سے طرف کی anyone but the teachers, and me. She's a good person. However Angelike, is not only the most مقبول girl in the school, gave me a black eye in 5th grade and acts like the best kid a teacher coukd have whenever there watching but hates me. Obviously. And I stayed up until 4 o'clock in the morning last night writing and memorizing my speech. As I watch from backstage Shakira steps off the podium after concluding a mediocre speech and I give her a little smile and she walks back into the ready room, then Angelike walks on with her Goody two shoes face and smiles at the teachers and the crowd of kids who all absolutely love her. Beutiful. Her face is flawless, is that jealousy pulling at the back of my mind? God I hope not. Her speech is just as flawless and everybody laughs with her and she makes a very funny thing out of it concluding with
Her perfect smile. She walks backstage and the beauty disappears, I dare not meet eyes with her as she whispers in my ear
" Remeber what happens if i don't win this. Better make it good small fry."
O ignore her and walk onto the stage with a مزید determined, self confident look on my face. The teachers ask.
"Name please?"
"Alli"
"So Alli, what is your dream?"
" To make every person feel beutiful,"
The teachers all raise there eyebrows at this interested and the teacher who had asked me to run smiled at me, Mr
Ridgeman, curly short black hair and glittering blue eyes, very
handsome. He suddenly asked
"How will آپ achieve this and why do آپ want it so badly?"
I completely forget the speech Ashe asked this new سوال and I begin, feeling very confident
" I want this because, when آپ look down these halls آپ see the faces of kids آپ may یا may not know, but what آپ don't see is the girl curled up in a locker that her supposed friend shoved her into, the boy who is laughed at because his glasses aren't the سب, سب سے اوپر brand, یا the cuts..."
The teachers murmur and the principal, Mrs. Macateer asks
"What do آپ mean the cuts?"
" The cuts, all up and down the kids arms, the cuts from blades that they put on themselves, the cuts that make me cry..." I hold in tears as my voice dies off " I was a bully..... I used to push people down," there are a couple gasps but I ignore them and continue, m lips speeking the truth and only the truth, " but what آپ realize when your standing over some kid, calling them 'Ugly' یا 'Stupid' یا 'Idiot' آپ realize that آپ don't even see them," I meet eyes with all the teachers, I have there full attention, " آپ see yourself..." A tear almost escapes and I tell them what I never had told anyone before, " In my old school, I bullied people, just to see them cry, then one girl changed that, a girl names Chole, one دن I saw her, be hide the school, with a knife, covered in blood. And for once I realized how horrible I had been, and I sat there, soaked away her blood and cried." I look out into my crowd, Cosette and Micah meet my eye and give me a thumbs up as I struggle on " And after that I knew, that I was going to change, and I did, Everyone is beutiful, and all I ever want to do is make sure آپ know that..." I step off the podioum, some of the teachers are touched and dabb there eyes as I walk off and into the back room.
Before آپ could say 'Run' Angelike was in my face grabbed my shoulders Closed the door so that nobody could hear use and slammed me against the wall. She sneered in my face anger boiling from within her
"I told آپ pip squeak that if I don't get this thing your going to pay, did I not?" She sneers in my face and anger boils from within me How dare she!?!? I don't answer and it obviously makes her even angrier and she slamms me against the دیوار even harder "I said... Did I not?" Suddenly there us a knock on the door and Angelike's voice gets all cheery "Who is it?" the voice from the other side I recognize as Beyonca, Angelike's friend "Oh me and Makayla are just paying آپ and hmm..." she giggles and Angelike smiles in my face " Urh, what's that whores name again....." Makayla's voice جوابات "AlliHoRae?" an Beyonca laughs "Ok yes that one," The door opens and Beyonca, a girl with black hair and green eyes creeps beside Angelike with Makayla, the tall girl with Reddish brown hair an brown eyes. They shut the door and surround me. "What should we do? Shove her in a locker for the night?" Makayla smirks at me, like somthing out of a movie and walksup beside Angelike and suddenly lands a blow on my left cheek and laughs, then Beyonca comes up on the other side of Angelike and lands another blow on my nose, blood streams out and pain shoots through me, so intense I want to scream, then the door burgs open and Micah and Cosette peer in smiling then turn horrified as they see Angelike pinning me on the wall. Micah makes it out the door, but Makayla grabs Cosette's شرٹ, قمیض and drags her back throwing her against a دیوار while Beyonca locks the door and puts a chair under the handle. Before I can see anything else Angelike throws me on the ground my head slams into the hardwood. Then she stands above me and leans over, although disoriented I manage to lean up a bit and مککا, عجیب الخلقت Angelike right in-between the eyes, she falls back an I try to get up but Beyonca digs one knee into the middle of my chest the other in the middle of my upper arm,Angelike joins her, the knuckle mark on her head a deep purple and jabs her knee into m right ribs, the other on my other arm like Beyonca, I catch a glimpse of Cosette, bloody nose and pinned down سے طرف کی Makayla. "What should we do tpwith this ugly little slut?" Beyonca smiles In my face, and Angelike جوابات with a snarl, "Let's treat her like the dirty little peice of trash she is!" Beyonca smiles and her eyes crack with amusement. "Let's spit on her!" Beyonca leans in and spits right on my eye. "Fuck you!" I scream in her face and Angelike punches my mouth "Shut up midget ass!" then the door starts to crack open and I barley even realized Mrs. Macateers voice, "Girls? Girls what in gods name are آپ doing in there?" Beyonca slamms the door shut again and sits on the chair as mrs. Macateer shouts and bangs on the door. Angelike is slightly distracted and I instinctively use my knee and push her off me and grab her neck, my nails digging into her skin. Then the door bursts open, blowing Beyonca over and I let go of Angelike, and we stare at each other coldly, blood from my nose trickles down my face and blood from her neck seeps onto her shoulders. The principle makes up all line up in front of her and the assistant principle, Beyonca isn't even scratched, Makayla has a bruise on her shoulder and teeth marks on her hand, Angelike has my nail marks seeping blood and a bruise of my knuckle that has turned dark almost black. Me and Cosette though, we look like shit. Cosette has numerous bruise marks of her face, her lip is bleeding, her tooth is cracked and her glasses are shattered a little shard of glass in her eyebrow. I check myself too, let's see, bloody nose, my head throbs like he'll from being shoved into the دیوار and slammed on the floor, I didn't even realize Beyonca's scratch marks all down my arm, I have a bruise on my rib bot my arms and I can feel one on the middle of my chest and I didn't even realize that my tooth is bleeding. Mrs. Mac gives us the whole deal about how it's wrong and stuff and then sends us all to the clinic, escorted سے طرف کی the assistant principle not after telling us that unfortunately we are both disqualified from the elections. Whatever. Shakirs deserves a chance to shine, right now all I want is an ice pack and sleep.
Two hours later I'm sitting in the clinic waiting for my mom to pick me up. I'm the last to go home, Angelike, Makayla and Cosette's parents all came to pick them up, Beyonca is still in class unscratched. So as I wait and sit سے طرف کی the window I hear footsteps and I turn to see my language arts teacher, Mr Ridgeman, sitting اگلے to me. His voice is warm
"You okay kiddo?" he looks at me as though I'm dying
"I'll be fine," he sees the anger in my voice
"You know it as a brave thing آپ did, standing up to Angelike, I know آپ hate her guts," I smile and say,
"Really?" His smile is warm and welcoming telling me it's okay"
"Really...."
This is Amber's sister Molly the fairy of space.
Name: Molly
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Origin: The planet Earth
Mythical Creature: Fairy
Level of Magic: Enchantix
Powers/Abilities: She is the fairy of space, outer space that is. Molly can bring in comets and other rocks into Earth یا as an attack.
Personality: Molly is very caring, she loves to help her دوستوں in times of need and will let nothing stand in her way.
Clothing: She wears a light blue tank-top and jeans, her shoes are boots that look similar to Amber's.
Pet: Nope
Background: She was born on Earth as a actress's only daughter, she learned that her real father was Tony Stark and moved in with him and his daughter Amber. The two become good دوستوں since when Molly arrived when Amber was only 3.
Family:
Mother: Dead (died of cancer)
Father: Tony Stark
Name: Molly
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Origin: The planet Earth
Mythical Creature: Fairy
Level of Magic: Enchantix
Powers/Abilities: She is the fairy of space, outer space that is. Molly can bring in comets and other rocks into Earth یا as an attack.
Personality: Molly is very caring, she loves to help her دوستوں in times of need and will let nothing stand in her way.
Clothing: She wears a light blue tank-top and jeans, her shoes are boots that look similar to Amber's.
Pet: Nope
Background: She was born on Earth as a actress's only daughter, she learned that her real father was Tony Stark and moved in with him and his daughter Amber. The two become good دوستوں since when Molly arrived when Amber was only 3.
Family:
Mother: Dead (died of cancer)
Father: Tony Stark
Hope آپ enjoy!
Him my name is Amber Stark, I am 13 years old and I live in New York city my father is Tony Stark یا Iron Man. I'm also apart of the team known as the Avengers the first teenager in the team. I like fighting with the Avengers but I can get hurt at tines, like last week where I got shot in the arm it still hurts a bit. I found out I was also a fairy only two days ago. I was walking down the trail in the woods I thought I heard something it was a strange site to see. The voice کہا " Not so sunny now are you?" I went to check it out and I saw a girl no not a normal girl but a fairy! Her hair was in pig tails and she wore مالٹا, نارنگی شرٹ, قمیض and pants. This girl was named Stella fairy of the shining sun.....
This my best story I wrote so far,
Love Horsegirl202
Keep watch for مزید to Chapter 1
Him my name is Amber Stark, I am 13 years old and I live in New York city my father is Tony Stark یا Iron Man. I'm also apart of the team known as the Avengers the first teenager in the team. I like fighting with the Avengers but I can get hurt at tines, like last week where I got shot in the arm it still hurts a bit. I found out I was also a fairy only two days ago. I was walking down the trail in the woods I thought I heard something it was a strange site to see. The voice کہا " Not so sunny now are you?" I went to check it out and I saw a girl no not a normal girl but a fairy! Her hair was in pig tails and she wore مالٹا, نارنگی شرٹ, قمیض and pants. This girl was named Stella fairy of the shining sun.....
This my best story I wrote so far,
Love Horsegirl202
Keep watch for مزید to Chapter 1