Y Sunday, October 19, 2008
Chapter 12i've given up naming the chaptersDavid had been the first guy who did not feel attracted to me. I had tried all means to get him, but in the end he fell for Rosalie. I just couldn’t understand. What was so good in her that could not compare to me? She didn’t have looks, figure, taste, brains… Anger built inside me. My tongue turned sour. “Stupid Rosalie.” My voice was muffled as I buried my head in the bed. My tears of fury stained the purple flora bed sheet. “I promise. I promise I’ll get my revenge. Rosalie, you’d better watch out.” I hissed as I narrowed my eyes. Just then, the phone rang. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and reached out for the phone. “Alana?” A sweet voice called out. I sniffed. “Alana, are you alright?” “Yes.” I sounded as though I was on the verge of tears. “Darling, why are you crying?” “That Rosalie…” I breathed heavily. “Come on darling, don’t be so sad. Do you want to come over to my house?” “My mother…” “No need to worry.” She interrupted, “Mrs Mckessie will deal with that.” She assured me. I smiled. “Sure. Where’s your house?” “Oh no, Sarah will pick you up.” Sarah. I shivered. “You sure that she’ll not kill me?” There was chuckle over at the over side. “She’s not that vicious.” “Oh.” “See you at the sidewalk in five minutes.” “Bye, Marilyn.” She hung up.
The tense atmosphere took a change for a lighter mood. “Yeah! Yeah! Marilyn’s house!” I laughed and yelled, bouncing on my gym ball. Then, I slid towards my wardrobe, picked up a blue knitted sweater and draped it over my shoulders. “Hmm… Not bad.” I stared at my reflection. Then, I tore off a post-it and scribbled a message. “I’m at Marilyn’s house. Don’t’ cook dinner for me.” I mouthed the message. I wanted to continue but there was a honking outside. “So fast?” I wondered. I picked up my wallet and ran down the corridor. I bit my lips when I crossed Rosalie’s room. I didn’t wish to know what they were doing. “Alana!” Someone banged the door. “Sarah? Give me a minute.” I opened the door and showed her in. I stuck a magnet onto the note and grabbed a gulp of coke straight from the bottle. When I came out from the kitchen, I saw Sarah growling at Rosalie. She was at the top of the stairs, wearing David’s denim jacket over her revealing lingerie. “Let’s go. Marilyn’s waiting for us.” I tugged at Sarah’s sleeve. Both of us headed for the door. “Alana, don’t.”I could hear the desperation creeping up Rosalie’s voice.
“She’s freaking irritating.” Sarah commented as she turned on the ignition. “That’s why I need to escape to Marilyn’s house.” I added with a grin. “Uh-huh.” She kept up with me. “Her house really nice.” “Perfect for a refugee like me?” She chuckled. “Why not?” “This is your car?” I looked out of the window. “I’m not allowed to drive yet you know. I’m only fourteen.” “So am I.” “Rules are made to be broken, aren’t they?” She teased. “I break them all the time.” “Me too.” We slapped our hands in the air. “So don’t you feel offended by the Carl incident?” “You’re angry at me?” I sat upright. “Why should I?” “Because you got ticked off by Caroline thanks to me?” “Come on, I was in the wrong.” Sarah said as she stepped on the accelerator. “So no grudges?” “Let’s bury the hatchet.” She tinkled a faint smile. “Ok.” I nodded. “Marilyn’s house.” Sarah said as she pulled the brakes. The Alfa Romeo jerked violently. “Looks like you could do with some driving lessons.” I teased. “Any willing sponsors?” She shoved me forward. We giggled our way up the porch.
hmms. 12 chapters alrd. :]TAG REPLIESaishu: i dun noe wad to say to you.alyssa: you sicko. chapter 1 to 4 is under september. so go to archives.elynn: of course. who wants to flim chapter 11. wait till chapter 13. even worse. trust me. passerby: haha. yes. very lovey dovey. but actually there is no purpose in writing. i'm bored. that's all. and there IS a climax. a pretty interesting one, i guess. but i haven't written it out yet. but wad can i write to grab attention? shane: HIIIES!
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