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Hey hey peoples! I've been in the process of making my own novel! blaugh So I'm showing you my prologue and frist chapeter! hope ya like it! 3nodding

*entering my story* @)-,-'-,---

Prologue:
I had always thought of myself as shy, rebellious, a believer in things people think are just mythical or unreal, maybe even smart. However, when I would look into his many colored irises my heart would flutter and my head would be filled with contradicting thoughts. I heard that love would make you into something beautiful... but the way he would look at me... it made me feel, alive... like I was the only one in his world as if he was in mine. As if, he would be there for me until the end. As if, there was nothing in the world that would tear us apart. As if… he loved me too.





Chapter 1: Another Day
Sigh… why must I go to this place to educate myself? Why can’t I just go home and do my work on the computer? I mean… they have the keyboard (by they I mean the teachers) a monitor, the computer and the hands to type the lessons with… why can’t they just send it to us by e-mail and then be done and over with? No students interrupting the lesson so then they just have to read it themselves. No paper throwing, because then all the paper won’t have a place to be thrown! People have no brains… or they just got theirs eaten by a crazy zombie. That is all I’m going to write so just post your comments in the right place...please… click.

I back away from the screen. I analyze the words and make any edits while in the site.

“Hmm look at that Spirit. I didn’t make it all that depressing this time.” I said. My gray cat with white trim on its ears got up from his comfortable zone and leaped or what looked like he floated to the computer desk on the other side of the room.

“Well? What do you think? I need to know you opinion before I post it on Blogger, for the entire world to see.” I asked the cat.

Some people might think I am crazy talking to my pet, but that is not the case my cat can talk back to me, in his own special way.

“Well…” Spirit began.

“We-ell what? I would like to know please!” I was shouting.

I get impatient almost easily, but can you blame me when your editor just gives you a hopeless “well”?

“It needs to have a little more explanatory… that’s all…maybe you can save it and then pick it up after school?” Spirit explained while still looking at the monitor.

Crap! I almost forgot school! Aw, man! Why didn’t my brother remind me!

“Because he’s a complete idiot.” Spirit suggested in my head.

“Ha-ha. He’s just as late as I am I bet.” I covered.

“There is no time for arguments just get a bagel from the counter and get to school before you’re in even more trouble.” Spirit said now looking away from the screen and at me.

“Fine. I’ll go.” I said and ran out the door.
O.O!
If I run fast enough then I’ll be able to catch the bell before--crap.

I skidded to a stop while a hall monitor stood right in front of me holding out two salmon pink colored pieces of paper.

“Two? Why two this time?” I asked


“Because you where running in the halls and were not holding a note from the office again. Ms. Shin’ai, I would suggest that you could please follow the- oh?” the monitor paused.

We stood in silence while he looked at my clothes. I looked down and saw the problem. Double crap. Why does this always happen to me? While trying not to be late, I forgot to dress in school uniform. Instead… I wore my red and black short sleeved top with the writing Red Wine in the middle, while also wearing my most ripped up jeans in history. That’s not the best part! He also saw some of what looked like a little cleavage.

CRAP! I blushed while trying to fix the shirt to make him only notice the clothes and not the chest.

“Look at that! A new record! Three tickets! It must be your lucky day hmm?” He smiled putting the grey lead onto the pink paper and writing another bad slip.

I thought of ways the Lord Almighty could just take my spirit now that I stand here, but no-o I just HAD to stand the torture of being sent to the deans again for another episode of layoff notices. He hands me the piece of salmon paper.

“Serves me right huh?” I muttered. Then I notice that he had a little bit of blush on the edge of his cheeks.

“Hmm? What is that all about?” I asked.

He comes back to the real world and notices that I was still looking at him. For a second I thought he was feeling sorry for me but then I really noticed what he was blushing about and I almost gave him a back-hand slap.

Some people can be such perverts! I thought. Noticing that my hand was half-raised, I forcefully made it go to my side.

The rest of the school day didn’t make life easier. I had to go to my English and Geography classes in what looked like the Over-Sized-Dragon-Twins. Then, I had to have lunch in the detention room with Mrs. Pattison. She was nice… yea that was the torture, because she was always a bit too nice to be a detention teacher. It just drives you crazy! Later, I had to go to the office again to let the deans see that I still had the suck-ish old-fashioned uniform (which smelled funny). Moreover, the rest if my classes were a blur, maybe it was because I was a sleep half the time.