《Freshman》Mackenzie
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Mackenzie
Yeah, my plan to kiss Alex is on hold. Here's why.
It was after school today. I was going to the principal's office to check the lost and found for Emma's sweater she asked me to get for her. I don't know why she couldn't do it, but its ok. I felt like being nice today.
Oh, there it was. A navy blue Abercrombie cardigan. That must be it. Other than that, the only things in the lost and found box were a Spiderman pencil case and a pink umbrella. I don't know what kind of high schooler would have a Spiderman pencil case, but hey, I'm not here to judge.
After I picked up Emma's sweater. I realized there was no one else in the office. There were the monitors that showed different places around the school on those "hidden" cameras. In the top left screen, there was some short kid waving to the camera. He must know where they all are.
In the next screen, which was the cafeteria, I saw a lunch lady passed out on a table with an empty bottle of Heineken slipping out of her hand. Wow. Maybe I should tell somebody. Or not. That's Hadley, for you. Shake my head. Lunch ladies are terrible.
The next camera had too much static for me to see the full picture. They were in black and white, so it was hard to see anyways. There were only two more screens, which were the gym and a boring empty hallway.
The picture on the third monitor started to come in. It was the chorus room, which was a weird place to put a camera. There were people in there, they looked familiar, but it was kind of hard to see. I could only make out a boy and a girl.
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Wait a second. The boy just kissed the girl! Who are these people. I have to know.
I ran down to the chorus room to peek in the glass window that was on the door. Ugh, there's a stupid poster covering the glass. MUSIC IS LIFE, it read.
I decided to wait until these people came out. But they didn't. The door must be locked or something, because no one stays there that long.
I went up to the door, turned the handle, and pushed it open. I quickly ran under the stairs where no one could see me. The people came out.
My eyes widened, my jaw dropped.
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my first story ^U^
author note: yaaa hurray it’s my first story ^U^ i hope you all like it! all characters belong to my special friends who submitted them!!ok heres the first chapter enjoy ^U^ TL note: Some of you may be wondering why I am translating a story written originally in English, to English. I remember reading this story many years ago, as a teen, and had since dismissed it as a bizarre fever dream. Only recently, through much Googling, did I manage to rediscover it, and as such decided to not only read it again, but fix the author’s many typing issues and share the context of what I remember from its original happening. I believe the story underneath to hold deeper meanings than its strange happenings, but at minimum I hope you will appreciate it for the sheer weirdness of it all. For the best experience, skim it for your first reading and, if you are interested, read more deeply the second time.Some typing is left as-is to preserve what I believe to be authorial intent, or at least necessary effect. If you notice any typing issues I managed to miss, please email them to me at [email protected]
8 87Against the World. Chronicles of melancholy
An unknown accident leading to an amnesia and a twisted psyche. Forced away from his daily life, forced to play the Game, for reasons untold. To fight for his survival, to fight for answers. To become strong, to fight and survive for even the chance to find out why was this injustice done to him. The only way to beat the game is to play the game. And it must be played perfectly. Chronicles of melancholy, of an everlasting grayness, of sadness, despair and anger. A tale of a rise to power, or perhaps a fall from grace. Maybe even both, depending one's view point and final goal. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello ladies and gents. I hope you enjoy reading my book as I enjoy writing it! It’s a side project of mine and I can currently only write in my free time, which is not a lot unfortunately. I do not know how many chapters a week I will be able to produce, however, the word count will be around 6000-7000 per week. If you like the story you can support me on patreon and read chapters ahead of current release. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: The story might not be for the faint hearted or for those seeking an over-powerd plot guarded golden cow of a mc. The story will start out slowly and will pick up a bit of pace later on on, however, the character/s will walk a long and full of despair road. No sugar-coating in this story. Another thing to have in mind is that I currently do not have a proofreader nor an editor, so some mistakes might slip through my fingers, if you notice any such, please do leave a comment so I can fix them for future readers. Do please enjoy the story and feel free to leave reviews and or comments, I am usually pretty open and would love to answer some of your questions!
8 235The Apocalypse Begins with the Strange
Lev and his best friend Jameson are thrust into a world that seems stranger than any other. The monsters seem weird, the blue boxes even weirder, and the actual living God's among men seem even stranger. Meanwhile, all of New York City has seemingly disappeared and also really crappy grammar and weird weird metaphors. Have fun :)
8 136Monstrous Path
This story is both dark and lighthearted, it will have a lot of deaths and gore scenes but not just for the sake of being edgy or something like that. Every being comes from someone’s life — a womb, an egg, the world, a God, and from itself. Then what about me? I came from a container, so what does that make me? Am I still a being? “I do not know — I want to understand — why?” This was my driving force to live when I opened my eyes, I had no need for food, I only needed to satiate my curiosity. But as I learned early on, life was not as simple as it seemed. Note: The Characters in this world would always have a reason for living, and the world moves not just because of the MC. This would also have a lot of tearjerking scenes (or so I would hope) Culture, Race, Government, and Language can and will be different and though some Races like Elves and Dwarves are present, please do not think that they are the same as every other.
8 59The only one of his kind
Nick Salvatore, adoptive son of Damon and Elena Salvatore. Nick hasn't always had it easy, when it comes to life. He goes to mystic falls high, where he is the loner. He reads supernatural books, and sometimes being bullied for it. He himself is supernatural. A hybrid to be exact. Half wolf and half phoenix. He doesn't quite know it. As Damon and Elena doesn't want him to find out. However, he knows about the supernatural things from when he was little as he is friend's with the kids at Salvatore boarding school.His biological father is known to be Malivore, that means he is the half brother to Landon.He is in love with the one and only Hope Mikaelson. Though she is dating Landon and he's with Lizzie. He tries so hard to get rid of those feelings for Hope, but what happens when he also finds out she feels the same way about him?Follow his journey when he finds out that himself is supernatural.Love, fighting, heartbreak, happiness.
8 147Trumpets: Forever Lost
This story is dedicated to all the trumpeteers out there. Only my fellow trumpet players will understand.
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