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— Unknown

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“Sometimes the person who’s been there for everyone else needs someone to be there for them.”
— Unknown
Kidnapped
Ch 3 (Snippet)
“I don’t know Ads. All this makes me want to drink all the pain away,” I manage to say through tears. I’ve only drunken one and I hated it. It was at Adelade’s party last year. It got messy and I got so aggressive. I never thought I’d drink ever again but here I am wanting to do nothing more than down a whole liquor store.
“Lyss are you sure? You said last-”
“I know what I said last time. But this pain is so strong Adelade. You don’t know what it’s like to feel abandoned. What it’s like to have someone not care about you. What it’s like to ALWAYS be put in the back of the line. Do you know I am only smart to show her I mean something? If it weren’t for her, I’d be in the Communes. Hell maybe it be different if my mother treated me like a daughter and not some random child she is forced to take care of!” I didn’t care what I said at this point. My mother drive me through the roof. All I wanted was to be cared about by my own flesh and blood.
“Ok Melissa. If that is what you really want. You know I am never one to turn down alcohol!” she spoke. She looked at me and held me as if I would blow up but wanted to support me. I hated feeling weak. I hated feeling like I wasn’t in control of my own life.
“Please Adelade. Please help distract me from my horrible excuse for a mother.”
“Follow me! I’ve got just the cure for you,” she grabbed my hand and led me to the cellar where all the luxurious drinks were held. She’d probably get in so much trouble for going in there without permission but I’m glad she is there for me. I’ll take all the blame but her parents are so lenient they won’t even care. They just care that their little Adelade was in a safe environment.
Kidnapped
Ch 2 (Snippet)
About 50 years ago all hell broke lose between citizens and the government. To my understanding it was a life full of riots and war. America was tired of the school systems failing the children and cheaters cheat their way to the top. History is one of my worst subjects but I got the main point of it. Somehow and someway the system we use today was created. In the first few years of school everyone started out in the same classes; as the subjects and material got more complex, that is when the separation between the children emerged. Around the 4th grade is when all the kids took a big test and were put into one of three categories: Advanced, Basic, or Commune.
The Advanced kids were those who were meant to be the doctors, lawyers, or any of the big career out there. They were the ones to be worshiped and made sure got all the possible information to be successful. The Basic kids were your everyday jobs; working at the grocery store, teachers, social workers, anything that is below the hight careers. They didn’t get the top education but they were taught quite well compared to the last group. The Commune kids were the lowest of the lows. This was a way of saying “you’re either gonna do the shittiest jobs or be homeless”. This group were the bus drivers, farmers, car mechanics and anything below. They got basic education but then were taught the majority of what is needed for the careers they could get in to. Many Commune people end up homeless or slaving at ANYTHING they can do for food, or they turned into criminals and getting tied up in nasty shit that will get them killed.
I am grateful to be in the Advanced group that was only recently I was put there. Kids get evaluated regularly and if they meet higher than what is recommend, then they get to be relocated to the next group. Or if they meet lower, they are moved down. I was in the Basic group from 4th grade all the way to the end of 7th. And from 8th grade on I have been in the Advanced group. It isn’t easy being here though. Always making sure you get the top scores or fear being relocated to the lower group. It’s quite scary if you ask me. My friend Adelade has been in the Advanced group the whole time. We have been friends since the beginning. Even though being in two different groups, they did allow recess times to be together which I was thankful for. I’m not easy to open up to and don’t make friends easily. I doubt she got into the Advanced group all on her own though. She is my best friend but she isn’t very smart. But I think it has something to do with her mother being the principle of the school. I don’t think it’s fair that she got the special attention because of that but as a child, you don’t pick how your life began or who your family is.
“Girl what in the hell are you doing in this cold!” I jump as Adelade yells to me. I look up and see she is making her way toward me in her dark blue skinny jeans, light pink top, white coat, and her white pumps. “Are you trying to freeze to death!”
“No I’m not. I didn’t even notice how cold it was. It’s been a rough morning and I couldn’t sit inside,” I reply. After what happened with my mom I needed to be outside.
“Well now that I’m here, let’s go inside and get ready for first period.”
I looked at my phone to see that it was nearly 8. I hadn’t even realized the time. But I did get pretty far in the next section.
“Damn ok. I’ve been here so long I lost track of time.”
“Wow. You and your mom get into an argument?” She asked me. She looked like she wanted to know all the details but not wanting to intrude.
“You could say that,” I replied. Not giving her anymore info. She looked at me understandingly and we walked together into the big building our first period was held.
Kidnapped
Ch 1 (Snippet)
Every day we compare ourselves to the nasty, unhealthy way society pushes women and young girls to be. Looking into the mirror hanging on the back of my door, I don’t feel the way everyone says I should feel. I should feel proud, happy, and beautiful. But in reality, I fI feel empty, unhappy, and entirely unsatisfied that I don’t look as beautiful as the celebrities I always see. With a deep sigh I finish putting my hair up and smooth out the wrinkles in my clothes from being folded in my dresser drawer.
“Melissa Grace if you aren’t down here in five minutes I swear I will leave you here and you can walk to school!” I hear my mom yell from the bottom of the stairs.
My glance quickly shoots to the clock hanging by my doorframe noting it was only 7:20. I roll my eyes and grab my bag exiting the room calling to her that I’m on my way down. School didn’t start till 8:15 and I only live about a 10 minute drive from the school. My mother was always rushing me and always making sure her priorities came before anything else; even before her own daughter and family. My mother worked as a real estate agent and didn’t have to be in her office until 9, so why she was rushing is beyond my comprehension but I have a feeling it isn’t work related.
“Stop being afraid of what could go wrong and start being excited about what could go right.”
— Unknown
“Don’t watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going.”
— Sam Levenson
Racing
I can’t sleep.
It feels like time is standing still.
My mind has started its Grand Prix.
Starting off strong but can’t pick one thought out of the bunch.
I can hear the cars passing by the closed window.
Even the white noise of silence has a tone.
Tossing and turning but can’t get comfortable.
Changing the way my mind racing doesn’t help.
It all goes back to running its laps.
How can one’s mind run so much and not get tired?
How can it be we can’t shut it off to get the rest we need?
It’s too late to start a race, but which thought will win?
The to-do list for the week?
How about all the bills to pay?
Or the ways to keep your child busy when you got chores to do?
until you learn the lesson
“I over-analyze situations because I’m scared of what will happen if I’m not prepared for it.”
— Turcois Ominek
“Don’t watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going.”
— Sam Levenson
“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve”
— Unknown
Crows and Ashes
Chapter 2 (Snippet)
"I'm calling it," Jamie slams the book closed.
"Yea you're right," I sigh in defeat. My eyes were burning and my head pounding. Why does studying have to be so painful. I know most of what should be on the test. But you can never be too sure.
We both clean up and head to Jamie's shared bed. Not unusual for when we slept over at either of our houses. Next thing I know we are walking up to my front door to grab my wallet. Jamie lived next door so it wasn't needed last night. I unlock the door and we both enter the doorway into the living room.
The first thing I see is my couch ripped apart, stuffing is everywhere. The curtains ripped apart, glass everywhere. Then I see them, and the blood...so much blood. I feel dizzy and let out an ear piercing scream.
I quickly sit up in my bed dripping sweat. I hate having that nightmare. The memory plays over and over. I never have any other dream. It's never ending. I've had this dream nearly every night since it happened. And if the off chance I don't get it, it's a restless sleep and I dream of nothing.
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Crows and Ashes
Ch 1 (Snippet)
I thought that going to college would be the experience of a lifetime. Little did I know it would be the bane of my existence.
It was going great at first. I had my best friend Jamie attending with me, I was still at home (so no paying rent, yes please!), and I was excited to start the next chapter in my life. I was excited to start finding what I wanted to do for a career. Attending a community college isn't for everyone. But for those who don't have the money to attend big universities, or simply don't know what to do with their lives yet. I fell under the latter category. I didn't know what I wanted to do.
But I was ready to start this chapter with positivity and truly letting go of all the bad in my past. Well more like learning from it. You can't just let all that go, but you can learn and move on.
That is until another thing happens that messes with all of your planning.
That is until about 8 months ago.
8 months ago Jamie and I found my parents murdered in my living room. Her and I were having a study sleep over to get ready for our semester finals the next morning. It's safe to assume we didn't make it to our finals that day.
Through Her Lens, Into His World
Ch. 3 Mirror (Snippet)
"Wow. These are really good. You really know your stuff with action and catching those raw moments. This is exactly what we are looking for. It helps you have actually put concert photos in here and I'm impressed," Eric smiles at me and continues, "do you have a business card?"
"Yes sir. It's at my desk though. I can get and meet you at the lobby if that's ok Amy," I hesitantly add at the end. I sneak a quick glance at her and she doesn't seem very pleased.
"Yes," she answers sharply and through her teeth. I'm in for a joyous day tomorrow.
"Splendid! We will see you downstairs!" I take that chance to exit before anyone and the boys follow quickly after me.
"Ugh. I think you're lying you know. Probably just a crazed fan," the secretary speaks from her desk to me when I exit the office.
"Uh excuse me?"
"Yea. You probably are just sucking up to get into their pants. I mean I don't blame you, but coming up with a lie like that isn't very cool," she spits.
Crows and Ashes Chapter 1 (Snippet) I thought that going to college would be the experience of a lifetime. Little did I know it would be t
Through Her Lens, Into His World
Ch 2. Stoned (Snippet)
"I'm sorry to bother but One Direction are here to join you," the secretary speaks and I freeze. Excuse me?! I feel as flustered as the secretary. They can't be here...can they?
"Yes they are with me," Eric's voice piped up. My eyes snap to him quickly before going back to the door where four bodies enter.
"Amy and Giselle these are my clients One Direction. This is Niall, Liam, Louis, and Harry," I am frozen in my spot clearly not expecting this. The four boys enter the room and they have all matured so much it's insane. How much time has past since I saw them last?
All I can do is follow them make their way to Amy to shake her hand introducing themselves once again before turning and making their way to me.
"Giselle is has been too long!" Liam makes it to me first. He wraps his arms around me and that's when I can magically move again.
"Yes too long Li!" I hug him back.
"Liam stop hogging you wanker!" I hear Louis smack the back of Liam's head and we all chuckle at their brotherly bond.
"C'mere Lou," I let go of Liam and do the same to Louis. I didn't realize how much I truly missed them.
"Why haven't you called it messaged? We have been dying to hear from you," Louis speaks to me holding my shoulders in his hands.
"Life got the best of us I guess. I am not going to up and bother you pop stars," I meekly say. It's the truth but it would also make me miss them more. I'll just keep that to myself.
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Through Her Lens, Into His World
Ch 1. Breakdown (Snippet)
I see him everywhere I go. And I am so proud of him. I wish I could have been there when he got put into the most successful boyband ever. I wish I could have been there rather than half the world away. When I found my love for photography, he found his love for music. And I always knew he'd make it.
I just wish I could see him more. It's been too long since I've seen my best friend. And not in a tabloid or social media version of him. I'm very grateful to have kept in contact with him through all these years. That is honestly the only think that is keeping me together. He manages to message me every month or so. It's been a while but they are doing album releases things so they are super busy.
Again I am grateful he keeps in contact. Even though he's busy. Makes me feel seen and remembered. Everything else around me has changed, but my best friend never left me. Not like everyone else. At least I hope not. I know it's unrealistic to rely on him, especially with his status. But what is an insecure girl who craves regularity and familiarity to do?
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