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Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About Classroom_ScribblerLocation: Pink Prison Home Region: Favorite writers: David LaRochelle, Arthur Goldman, Emily Phillips, Katelyn Jewell, Roland Smith, Stephanie Meyer, Daphne du Maurier Favorite music: Juanes (Spanish singer) Gackt (Japanese singer) Rammstein (German band), Kelly Clarkson, Veronicas, My Chemical Romance, t.a.t.u., Emilie Autumn, Gamma ray, Matthew Good, Lordi, Carrie Underwood Non-noveling interests: Playing clarinet, playing tennis, dancing in the rain, trying to get myself abducted by aliens, getting kicked out of the YMCA, trying to learn four different langauges at the same time, playing the matchmaker for all of my friends, trying obsessively to win Student of the Month |
Joined: octobre 29, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 1 NaNoWriMo buddies: 1
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Brief Author Bio: I am Classroom_Scribbler. I'm called Classroom_Scribbler because you will most likely find me stapled to a plastic desk scribbling random nonsense in, on, and around a notebook stolen from my Creative Writing teacher. The nonsense I write includes bad emo poetry, thoughts and feelings that appeared in me after eating sixteen sugar cookies at lunch, astronomy facts, lyrics stolen from Gackt, short stories based off of Gackt's music videos and notes to my best friend in a random character's mindset. I enjoy learning about World War 2, staring at Japanese anime until my eyes fall out of my head, and stalking some of the members of the boy's tennis team. I do not like long walks on the beach unless they include diving off of cliffs or scuba diving with sharks, I'm not a huge fan of poetry if it isn't by Emily Dickinson or Katelyn Jewell, and I definitely do not like poking dead things with sticks unless the dead thing in question is my dog and I am wondering if she is sleeping or dead. |
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Excerpt: The Rules Were Made For Breaking
It was black outside when we finally got to my house, but it wasn’t late. It was only five-thirty, my parents cars weren’t in the driveway. It was too early for the sun to go down on us. I felt it was never going to rise again.
“Reion,” I murmured, “do you think I should kill it?”
“I don’t want to loose you.”
I wanted to tell her even if I had this baby she wouldn’t loose me, that we’d be friends forever, but I couldn’t promise a thing. I hugged her tightly and said good-bye. She pulled out of my driveway and went down the street. I had the urge to run after her and tell her I wanted an abortion, I’d pay her back, but I didn’t have enough money and I was scared of killing it but scared to let it live.
I stayed in the driveway. It was cold outside, and I shivered. There were a few stars in the sky, but no moon. Standing there in the blackness, I felt everything whisper Ashley’s name to me. I wanted him still, wanted him to be there with me, wanted him to love me no matter what my stomach looked like or held. He was how I had gotten into this mess. I had fallen in love with a perfect boy, and I couldn’t even blame him.
I’d always heard love hurt, but I had never believed them. How could it hurt when Ashley was only a phone call away? I had never thought there would be a time when I couldn’t call Ashley and pour out my heart to him. This hurt.
I could not pretend everything was okay when nothing was okay.
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