random prolouges/first chapters

[keatie deville]

_{So, Thia and Hayley have posted their stories, and so I decided I wanted to start writing mine again. I have a LOT of different stories, but I decided to pick only a few to show you. The first chapters or whatever, because usually that's as far as I get. Anyway, I'll post three or two, idk, and tell me which one you like better so I can start one of them again? please n_n? And If you haven't read Thia's and Hayley's stories, DO IT!}

[keatie deville]

I.Copycat

<sub>I looked on her myspace again today; she had a new picture up of her and Anna. I don't know why she was smiling so much, Anna isn't pretty, she's plain with ugly brown hair. I had scoffed rather loudly and went to the file button, which soon found its way down to print. Now Dylan was pretty, she was what every girl wanted to be, she was what every guy wanted. I wanted her, I wanted to be her. Why didn't she love me? Why was she with Anna? Oh well, she wouldn't be with Anna for much longer. Snip snip snip goes Anna's head, my scissors cutting away her relationship with Dylan. My Dylan. I placed that picture of me where Anna had once been and taped it on there. Now Dylan was happy, because I am her best friend, Anna isn't. She doesn't know how Dylan nibbles lightly on her lip when she sees something she likes, or now she taps her index finger on her thumb when she's getting impatient. She doesn't know Dylan like I do. Last week, I had gone to her house. She didn't invite me over, she doesn't know my name yet. But I had walked down there late at night, just to see her bedroom window. I was keeping her safe you know? I was making sure no one hurt her. She doesn't know it yet, but I'm her guardian angel.

My legs a were folded beneath me when I heard my mom walk up the stairs. "Kayla?" I quickly shoved the picture under my bed, making sure to hide it from mothers eyes. She would be worried again, like last time I had posted all those pictures of Dylan on my wall. She had screamed freak at me. But I'm not a freak you know? I just want to be pretty. "Kayla. What are these?" She held up some blue gym shorts, and I stood up angrily, snatching them away from her. "They're mine!" That was a lie of course; they were not mine. They were Dylans. I wanted to be just like her. I wore my hear like her, I did my make up like her, I even liked the same boys as her. Every little hobby she liked, I liked too because I wanted to be perfect. I wasn't perfect yet though. I needed her clothes. I needed to know what perfume she used. I needed to know the exact size of her shorts. We could be twins, and maybe she would notice me. Maybe then she would tell me I was beautiful.</sub>

Notes: It's not done, and it really kept creeping me out after I had written it so I stopped for awhile. That's the first one, more to come!

[keatie deville]

II. Torn

"Jess, wake up."

I opened my eyes lazily, having to blink a few times before Andrew actually came into focus. "Jess, you need to get up." I moaned slightly, before realizing I wasn't at home anymore. I was still in the old truck me and Andrew had taken to run away. Run away from what? Our parents. Obviously. Don't be so eager to roll your eyes, it wasn't like we planned to run away together, it was more of a "in the moment" situation, where it all felt so right. Now laying on the navy blue and worn out seats, I wasn't so sure this beat a size comfty queen sized bed. It's not like I didn't have good parents, because I really did. They were nice folks, religious, cared about me and my grades. We weren't rich, just middle class - and a little strict. Me and Andrew have been dating for three years, so the day I decided I wanted to finally take the "next step" in our relationship, I asked my parents for birth control. I mean, sure I was only 17, but I was old enough to make my own decisions and at least I was being sensible. In my opinion, my parents blew the whole situation out of proportion and forbid me to see my Andy. That's basically the jist of the whole story. I could go into a lot more detail about what happened, and how my mother had screamed down the phone to Andrew and told him to never call again, but I won't. Just seems a little pointless to tell someone every detail of a fight I ran away from.

No one would stop be from seeing Andy, not even my own parents. It wasn't like I was thinking "hey, I'll run away." It was just brought up in a small talk conversation at school, which was really the only time we saw each other after that.

NOTE: still, this one isn't even done like the last one xD see how distracted I get! Jeez.. more to come, and I might type up a few more. if you have any comments just post in ehre