Post by Pyris on Sept 27, 2006 18:16:12 GMT -5
((I figure.. Hey, everyone else has a story.. Why not me? So here it is.. Now, remember... I'm NO story teller... Roleplay.. eh, I get by, story teller... not so much. This story doesn't ACTUALLY have a title.))
She followed the two men in front of her, casting a glance at the two beside her. She looked over her shoulder to see two more men and one on a horse following close behind. The men were dressed in black cloaks. The men made a line on either side of the cliff. The two behind her urgered her towards the edge. She looked at the man on his steed. A man creeped out from behind him, dawned in a silver cloak. Sammie looked over the edge to see the ground so far below. "No," she heard herself say as the cliff began to crumble. "No!" Down, down through the air she went, plumeting to the ground. Suddenly, from over the edge of the cliff a silver figure leapt. His cloak billowed in the air, it's hood flying backwards. The boy's hair was jet black and long, probably down to his jawline. His defying cloak swept out from under him, falling through the air. His bare chest was pale and untainted, save a small scar on the left side, near his shoulder. He reached out to her, and she to him. His beautiful angelic wings flared out from behind him.
"Sammie!" Her mother was calling at the door. "Sammie! Get up right now!" Sammie bolted from her bed, pulling on her clothes.
"I'm getting ready, Mom... Go away!" She pulled on her backpack, fixing her short red hair. She brushed her teeth and headed out the door to the bus stop. "Why is it always the same dream?" she muttered to herself. The bus pulled in, a giant titan that carried children away to their own little prison. "Same dream, same boring schedule. School, home, bed, school." She clambered up into the bus, giving the bus driver a fake smile. "Stupid woman," she muttered, taking her assigned seat. "Good morning, Matthew."
The boy beside her simply nodded, his long brown hair shaking into his eyes. They covered his glasses like a light curtain. Sammie giggled and moved his hair from his face. "Yeah, what's so good about it?" A smile spread across her face as she poked him in the side. Matthew jumped and gave her a dirty look.
"That's what I thought," she said, nudging him a little. "Gee, Sam.. You know you're the best part of my morning," she teased him with a smile.
"Yeah. Right," Matthew teased right back. The bus ride to school was almost silent, aside from the rioting children that always rose their little high-pitched voices. Soon enough, Sammie darted off the bus and into the high school. She twirled a bit in the hallway, always amused by the flare her skirt had.
"SCHS. The worst highschool in history," she said, waving to a few of her friends. She entered the cafeteria, scanning around for one of her two best friends. Bobby wasn't exactly a typical best friend. He didn't much care about listening to Sammie, but she loved him just the same. They had known one another for over a year. Bobby and Sammie met at work, and just never stopped speaking to one another. She had also met a guy named Gage, but they stopped speaking. She didn't mind, though, she had other aquaintinces. Soon, she saw Bobby's curly head in the crowd. She stepped up to his table and hugged him as he patted her arm. "Morning, gorgeous." All she got was a small grunt in reply. Bobby was a rather short guy, although he was taller than Sammie. He had jet black hair with bangs that fell to his eyebrows when they didn't fluff and curl. He had beautifully set grey eyes and an almost feminine jawline. They were his best features. He was just a tiny thing, very skinny. He cast her a glance with those grey eyes and it always made her smile. "What?" she asked.
"You should stop calling me that," Bobby said with a smirk. His lips were perfect for that expression: thin, but with that lovely curve that made him seem so mischivious. Sammie gave him a strange look, or she must have, because he continued, "My girlfriend wouldn't like it." Sammie smiled with a shrug.
"I care SO much about your girlfriend... I'm going to change everything I do just to make her happy," she laughed. "Right." The boy across from Bobby was a guy named Colby. Sammie had always called him Cheese, and he will so be referred throughout the rest of the story. Cheese began to laugh, pointing at Bobby. Sammie just shook her head and gave Cheese a hug. "Good morning, Cheese." The boy nodded with the eerie smile he always wore. Cheese was a very geeky looking guy. He had rather long, fluffy, and curly hair that slightly resembled a fallen afro. He had glasses and what Sammie had always called a witch's nose... Only... not so long. He wasn't exactly an attractive guy, but he had his own charm. Soon, the bell rang out through the hallways and Sammie winked at the abnormal pair. "Later, guys. I have to go to my locker." The two waved at her as she trotted down the hallway. It was Sammie's senior year. She stepped into first period, waving at her friend Ann as she set her books on the desk. Ann had long brown hair that fell a little past her shoulders. It was a little frizzy and covered her ears completely. She reminded Sammie of a mouse. She had deep green eyes that were really dramatized by her eyeliner and mascara. "Morning Ann." Ann was her best friend; they had known one another for over 4 years now. She sat in the desk in front of Ann and leaned over with a whisper on her lips. "I had the dream agian," Sammie said anxiously."
"The one where you fall?" Ann said, her eyes brightening.
She followed the two men in front of her, casting a glance at the two beside her. She looked over her shoulder to see two more men and one on a horse following close behind. The men were dressed in black cloaks. The men made a line on either side of the cliff. The two behind her urgered her towards the edge. She looked at the man on his steed. A man creeped out from behind him, dawned in a silver cloak. Sammie looked over the edge to see the ground so far below. "No," she heard herself say as the cliff began to crumble. "No!" Down, down through the air she went, plumeting to the ground. Suddenly, from over the edge of the cliff a silver figure leapt. His cloak billowed in the air, it's hood flying backwards. The boy's hair was jet black and long, probably down to his jawline. His defying cloak swept out from under him, falling through the air. His bare chest was pale and untainted, save a small scar on the left side, near his shoulder. He reached out to her, and she to him. His beautiful angelic wings flared out from behind him.
"Sammie!" Her mother was calling at the door. "Sammie! Get up right now!" Sammie bolted from her bed, pulling on her clothes.
"I'm getting ready, Mom... Go away!" She pulled on her backpack, fixing her short red hair. She brushed her teeth and headed out the door to the bus stop. "Why is it always the same dream?" she muttered to herself. The bus pulled in, a giant titan that carried children away to their own little prison. "Same dream, same boring schedule. School, home, bed, school." She clambered up into the bus, giving the bus driver a fake smile. "Stupid woman," she muttered, taking her assigned seat. "Good morning, Matthew."
The boy beside her simply nodded, his long brown hair shaking into his eyes. They covered his glasses like a light curtain. Sammie giggled and moved his hair from his face. "Yeah, what's so good about it?" A smile spread across her face as she poked him in the side. Matthew jumped and gave her a dirty look.
"That's what I thought," she said, nudging him a little. "Gee, Sam.. You know you're the best part of my morning," she teased him with a smile.
"Yeah. Right," Matthew teased right back. The bus ride to school was almost silent, aside from the rioting children that always rose their little high-pitched voices. Soon enough, Sammie darted off the bus and into the high school. She twirled a bit in the hallway, always amused by the flare her skirt had.
"SCHS. The worst highschool in history," she said, waving to a few of her friends. She entered the cafeteria, scanning around for one of her two best friends. Bobby wasn't exactly a typical best friend. He didn't much care about listening to Sammie, but she loved him just the same. They had known one another for over a year. Bobby and Sammie met at work, and just never stopped speaking to one another. She had also met a guy named Gage, but they stopped speaking. She didn't mind, though, she had other aquaintinces. Soon, she saw Bobby's curly head in the crowd. She stepped up to his table and hugged him as he patted her arm. "Morning, gorgeous." All she got was a small grunt in reply. Bobby was a rather short guy, although he was taller than Sammie. He had jet black hair with bangs that fell to his eyebrows when they didn't fluff and curl. He had beautifully set grey eyes and an almost feminine jawline. They were his best features. He was just a tiny thing, very skinny. He cast her a glance with those grey eyes and it always made her smile. "What?" she asked.
"You should stop calling me that," Bobby said with a smirk. His lips were perfect for that expression: thin, but with that lovely curve that made him seem so mischivious. Sammie gave him a strange look, or she must have, because he continued, "My girlfriend wouldn't like it." Sammie smiled with a shrug.
"I care SO much about your girlfriend... I'm going to change everything I do just to make her happy," she laughed. "Right." The boy across from Bobby was a guy named Colby. Sammie had always called him Cheese, and he will so be referred throughout the rest of the story. Cheese began to laugh, pointing at Bobby. Sammie just shook her head and gave Cheese a hug. "Good morning, Cheese." The boy nodded with the eerie smile he always wore. Cheese was a very geeky looking guy. He had rather long, fluffy, and curly hair that slightly resembled a fallen afro. He had glasses and what Sammie had always called a witch's nose... Only... not so long. He wasn't exactly an attractive guy, but he had his own charm. Soon, the bell rang out through the hallways and Sammie winked at the abnormal pair. "Later, guys. I have to go to my locker." The two waved at her as she trotted down the hallway. It was Sammie's senior year. She stepped into first period, waving at her friend Ann as she set her books on the desk. Ann had long brown hair that fell a little past her shoulders. It was a little frizzy and covered her ears completely. She reminded Sammie of a mouse. She had deep green eyes that were really dramatized by her eyeliner and mascara. "Morning Ann." Ann was her best friend; they had known one another for over 4 years now. She sat in the desk in front of Ann and leaned over with a whisper on her lips. "I had the dream agian," Sammie said anxiously."
"The one where you fall?" Ann said, her eyes brightening.
