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Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About blackhawkgirl91Location: Sioux City, IA Home Region: Age:17 Website: http://www.teenink.com/raw/Fiction/article/53210/The-Dancing-Fingers/ Favorite novels: Harry Potter series, Twilight Saga, Redwall series, Inheritence series Favorite writers: JK Rowling, Stephenie Meyer, Cornelia Funke Favorite music: Lifehouse, Coldplay, Daughtry, Muse, whatever I'm in the mood for. Non-noveling interests: I LOVE BANNED BOOKS, Facebook, reading, messing around on the internet and with my computer. |
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Synopsis: EFFECTS
Adam grew up in a very bad house. His parents were not good, and they abused him often.
When he was 15, he was then sent to a long term foster house. He was generally happy there, but he still had deep wounds from his past. Although he liked the family at the foster home, he never felt like it was his family. Despite everything that happened to him whenever he was around his biological parents, he still felt homesick. He had this thought in his mind that if his parents truly loved him, they would have realized that they were wrong for acting the way they did and now wanted him back and everything was going to change. He was willing to give them until his 16th birthday to have everything figured out.
His sixteenth birthday came and went. He had never felt so bad in his entire life. He was depressed, angry, frustrated, and every other bad emotion out there.
One night, his friends introduced him to heroin. He was hooked. The depression, the anger, the frustration, and every other bad emotion he had felt had been blocked by the “medicine” that ran smoothly through his veins. It felt good, and he felt good.
Excerpt: EFFECTS
Homeless led Adam into the house. The sight he saw splayed out in front of him stunned him slightly, shocked him.
The music was unbearably loud, playing some sort of weird twisted music (or rap, same diff.). The entire house was clouded over by a smoke that was coming from all corners. Cigarettes were not the only thing being smoked in there. People were dancing, or trying to dance, drinking, trying to drink but missing, unruly hands going where no hands should go on everything in reaching distance.
The voice inside Adams head was screaming. LEAVE NOW! LEAVE! JUST LEAVE!
But Adam’s body would not obey. His feet would not turn and take him out the door. His mind was no longer in control. In fact, he had very little control over his mind right now, too. It was clouded along with the room.
An unknown hand pushed a glass of amber-ish liquid into Adam’s hand.
Beer. The one thing in the world he despised.
Of course, Adam took a drink.
Adam wanted to gag.
Dirty, dirty, hellish beer!
He took another drink.
He felt like he was going to throw up.
He could see his father sitting in his chair, swigging a beer with several more empty bottles at his feet.
He saw his mother, the beer can tilted just right in her hand as she slept.
He saw the amber liquid drip dripping down onto the once white carpet…
He took a final gulp.
Adam felt a sudden rush surge through his chest, through his limbs, through his head.
Another drink replaced the empty one in Adam’s hand.
Why? asked the little voice, hiding in his mind, cowering away from the thing that Adam had allowed into himself. It trailed off, never to be heard again for a very long time.
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