Left Alone (A random story in construction)

This is from Twi's world :3
I got some ideas from my two besties...whos names both start with T *shifty eyes*
I came up with this on the top of my head, so its probley not good. =P
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It was in the middle of the night, the full moon shown over the top of the city buildings. It lit up the world known red bridge, to the harmonies waves of the ocean; The mountains that surrounded it, and the stadium that held a billion memories. Another peaceful night in the city of San Francisco.
I could tell you that all way well, I could tell you that there was no danger; Hell, I could tell you that the freak down the street was clean. Unfortunetly, life doesn't work out that way. Life picks you up, loves you, then throws you on the ground like the piece of trash you are. Sadly, we have too choices. We can either make the best of it, or end it all. Sometimes, others make the choice for you. The 3rd choice, the unimaginable choice.

I don't think it matters what my name is, but I guess you would want to know. My name is Storm, it's a terrible name. If you don't like it, who gives a crap. I didn't chose what I am, I didn't even know it was coming. I suppose I'll just tell you my story.

CHAPTER 1
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My life was average it had it's up and it's downs. When ever I was down, I just smiled and dealt with it. And everyone believed I was fine. I soon believed that I was fine myself, that everything in the world was cut out just for me. Oh how wrong I was.

My full name was Storm Lauren Finley. I was a senior in high-school. I had my group of friends, by best friends. Jordan, Nicole, Kate, and Steph. We all ways stayed in our group, never betrayed each other. Sure we fought sometimes, but we quickly recovered. I was known as the smart-*edit your post and this will go away*/half-emo. Just because of my hair style really. My hair is naturally black and my bangs cover half of my eyes. The rest is a v-shaped cut, as long as the end of my neck. I agree with the smart-*edit your post and this will go away* title though.

It was the near the 2nd trimester, my friends and I were in German. Chatting the period away, as usual. A /slam/ turned our heads.

"Hello." his strange gaze seemed to look us all in the eye, "My name is Mr. Luke. And I will be your new teacher for the year."

I raised my eyebrow and looked at my friend; She just shrugged her shoulders.

"Now, you might be wondering what happened to you last teacher." he started,

"Well duh." I whispered and rolled my eyes.

He paused and stared at the ground as if he heard me. 'Strange' I thought. "Well, he has transferred schools. like I said, I will be your new teacher this year. That mean's I will have some ground rules. There is no talking, no talking back, no free time, no...."

I yawned and laid my head down. Who ever this guy was, he was boring as hell. I was gonna have a needed nap, I put my head down. I didn't hear him cross the room, his steps were too smooth and silent.

"Excuse me." I jumped up at the sound of his voice so close, "There is /absoulutley/ no sleeping In. My. Class."
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"Ok ok." I told him, to make him walk away. As much as I hated to admit it, up close he sent chills down my spine. He black skin had a frosty gleam to it, and his eyes her blood red. Why the hell would a teacher wear halloween contacts to a highschool. Freak.

((And this is where I'm pausing. I'll write more later. Maybe.))





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Mr. Luke took his gaze away from mine. He swept his gaze over the rest of the class, as if warning us, then walked back up to the front of the class. He picked up an apple, typical, and smoothed it in his hand, rotating the fruit in his palm. " Now as I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted by, Storm is it?" he looked my way.

I responded by smiling sweetly and tipping my head to the side as if I were in confusion.

He looked away again, " These are rules I expect to be respected. If you choose not to follow them, then you /will/ be punished." He glared at the class. "Now that we have that taken care of, what is it we're working on today?"

My Friend, Kate, raised her hand quickly in the air. He called on her to speak. "Partizip als Adjektiv" She smiled," Or Participle as adjective." her almost white blonde , perfectly straight, hair bordered her grin.

'Know-it-all' I couldn't help but think.

"Sehr gut." the teacher praised. " Your quite the student."

Thinking of how this was a German class, I couldn't help think of the joke of The Nazi's and the Black Jews in the oven. The one Jordan allways yelled at me for telling. I chuckled as I thought of it, as wrong as it was, it got me every time.

"What's so funny?" Mr. Luke glared at me, apparently we were suppost to listen, he was holding a book as if he was reading out of it. "Crap." I thought. Well, there was a way. I spoke French well, thanks to my Geeky friend Kate. SO If I spoke fast; Me, Kate, and this wierd guy would be the only to understand me.

"Was die Nazi sagen zum jüdischen schwarzen Gecken?" I said as fast as I could manage, his glare increased. "Was die Nazi sagen zum jüdischen schwarzen Gecken?" I grinned.

He didn't seem to miss a word though. "Miss Finley" he stated flatly, "I don't see how Religious People in the back of a fiery box is entertaining."

I let out a sigh.

"Come to my detention, after school today." He said firmly.

I was about to protest, until he continued his lesson. I looked to my left, Kate was writing me a note. I looked down patiently waiting. 'Oh my god!' I thought in annoyance as I heard him spoke louder.

"There should be no writing at the moment." he looked up form his book. Kate's face turned read and she slunk in her seat.

Well, it was clear it would be hard to get away with *edit your post and this will go away* around here. I figured I would find a way soon, they guy must have a weak point.

The bell ran for lunch. I grabbed my bag and threw it on my back quickly, and waited for Kate. She was so organized, she took forever. When she was finally finished, we left for the lunch tables. We didn't bother to go to the lunch lines. We allways just grabbed a good place to sit. Steph allways bought u stuff at the snack bar, she somehow constantly got in line first. I'm still clueless to how she was so fast.

I jumped up and sat on the tabletop. Chatting with my friends, as usual. It was allways the same damn thing every day. Nothing better to do, till something caught my eye. Please don't confuse with someone, for it doesn't deserve the personification. Well, I suppose I shall call him by his gender, a him. Even if they're shouldn't be any thing between his legs. Like I was saying, I somehow manage to see him. He appeared to be talking with some friends, but I caught eyes with him. He looked away. At first I was confused, he looked alot like my new teacher. I didn't believe it, but New Kid....New Teacher. It didn't take a moment for me to accept the good possibility.

"Storm, are you done drooling over those guys?" Steph had come with hot cheetos and Gadorade. Sweet.

"Yeah right." I laughed and turn around to face the group, "They're not worth a 2nd glance."






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