A 14-Year Old

Note: I have to say this part is a little short, right?

I woke up at home. Not like I had passed out, I had just gone to sleep at home so I woke up at home, right? I tried to sit up but I still felt groggy.  Hannah was beside me her eyes closed. I thought maybe she had been waiting for me to wake up but had fallen asleep herself.  I nudged her with my elbow and she opened her eyes.  She looked at me and relief seemed to wash over her. She yelled, “Mom! Dad!”

“Ow, right in my ear,” I grumbled. She jumped out from the bed and ran out. A nanosecond later three figures were hovering over me. I rubbed my eyes feebly. Mom sat down beside me with Dad pouring a glass of water and Hannah kneeling down beside the side table. Rose, Jess and Jenny stood in the doorway. I don’t like people crowding around me like that. I whispered in Mom’s ear to please make them go away. Dad heard me and laughed, he shooed away my siblings and Jenny. Dad gave me my water and I drank it. Mom spoke softly to me while trying to adjust my pillow. “You can quit the Display if you want. You lost some blood. Not a lot, but still.”

“I was thinking about that actually.”

My parents smiled at me and left the room. A minute they were gone; Scott, Crystal, Hannah and Jenny came inside and started talking at once.

“You got us worried, Jean!”

“You never should’ve taken part.”

“Ouch! Bet that hurts like hell fire.”

“You’ll need something to cheer you up.”

“You must feel horrible.”

“God! You look ugly with these bruises and scars.”

“What’d the useless doctor have to say?”

I have to admit some of these comments didn’t make me feel much better. I put my hands on my ears and almost yelled at them to stop. Luckily they stopped. I told them the whole story with Jenny making ugly faces at the main part when I fell. The only good that came out of it was that Scott, Crystal and Hannah have agreed to take me to the mall after a week when my bruises are cured.

A week passed by. We were finally at the mall. Hannah had been using her credit card to pay. The four of us had just finished devouring this incredible meal in the café. Now we were just roaming around with milkshakes in our hands. Crystal and I had an idea of decorating our rooms, to make them summer themed. We had mooched off towards the wallpaper side. Hannah and Scott were somewhere else. We looked at some wallpapers and finally chose one of them. I used my cellphone to call Hannah who said she was coming and also asked me to call Scott since he wasn’t with her. I texted him where we were and asked him to come. Suddenly, he came running down our aisle. He stopped to take in some air. We walked over to him.

He started, “I was just trying to find you people, when I saw this creepy looking guy wearing a mask. Instantly the guy Crystal saw flashed in my mind, so without waiting I decide to follow him. I walked and walked, I got your message just then. When I was reading it, I looked up and saw that the guy was staring at me. He narrowed his eyes and started coming towards me! I turned and ran. I thought I lost him when I saw you people.”

We were staring at him horror stricken. I looked at Crystal but she was staring ahead. I looked to where she was staring and saw a man in this vomit-green cardigan and jeans. He had his face covered. “Oh no!” I knew we had to run so adjusting my beanie I waited. Suddenly Hannah showed up behind me. I turned to her and gasped. She looked at the man and her eyes filled with worry. She first pushed me then Crystal the Scott behind her and turned to run. We ran too.

A 14-Year Old

Note: It took a little longer to come up but, yeah. It's here.

I looked at her once again trying to come up with words to comfort her but I’m just not the type. I wished that I could do something about the matter. I stood her up and guided her to the washroom, she was still crying but mostly sniffing. I let her wash up. She sniffed one last time and gave me this pathetic smile, like it was all she could manage. We both went to the kitchen and I got out a big bottle of coke. Jess came in, looked at Crystal and grinned (she always manages to make an evil grin). She sat on the chair and asked us why the heck we would not stop crying. Hearing this Crystal dabbed at her eyes to get rid of anymore evidence that she had been crying.

Scott appeared a few minutes later and was leaning on the kitchen counter listening to her tale. “He was probably not especially after you, just a usual stalker guy,” he said.

“‘A usual stalker guy?’ Is that the best you can come up with?” I looked at him, half scowling and half grinning.

“But still we should just get him out of our minds and think about how cute Jean would look while she’s bleeding after that P.T Display!”

This comment seemed to cheer up Crystal a little. We tried to laugh and loosen up a bit thinking it really was ‘a usual stalker guy.’ After that we just hung around with Crystal teaching me a little few exercises and Scott showing us this new dance step he had learnt.  Later we ended up playing chess sprinkled with a little dance tournament thing inspired by Scott’s new dance moves. Jess and Rose also joined in sometimes cheering and sometimes chanting, “Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!”

End of Chapter 2

Chapter 3: The Stalker Episode 2

School was horrific today. Full of Horrors. I never knew that a little P.T Display could be so painful. I was at the locker with Scott. We had somehow managed to get Crystal’s locker beside us anyway. I sliced my card through this little slot. We had been talking but mostly our main topic was the stalker guy. The thought had not left us in a hurry. We were still talking about it when Hannah and Anne appeared, “You’re needed in the playground for practice, Jean,” Hannah managed to sputter. They both were really out of breath. “Oh!” I gasped and quickly shut the locker handing my card over to Scott. “What?” he called after me. “Put it in my bag in the library and keep it in my locker,” I called back. “Oh, ok. Good luck!”

From that comment I sped past the hallways and a startled Jess and Jenny and Rose who looked back at us wondering where we were going. I dashed through the cafeteria and burst open the door. My P.T teacher was already there, “You could’ve walked. We’re not dying here.” I smiled and joined my group. She announced that we were going to get our tracksuits by the end of the day. Then came the horrific part. She said there going to be 30 displays. Each one needed a main girl who was to be standing out and doing the most difficult part. She said that the girl had to be light and someone who was sporty and had participated in many sporty events. She looked around and finally her gaze rested on me. She pointed at me and motioned me over to her. She asked my name. “Uh... Jean,” I said.

“Full name, please,”

“Jean Z. McCollister,” I replied firmly.

“Well, you do seem the type. So you shall be the main girl for Team Red!”

My team cheered. I went back beaming.

The exercises began. The first one was really easy which involved me doing a few somersaults and finally leaping high over to girls who had bent down. It flowed like this. By the tenth display I was sweating a lot. The eleventh display was something that was unimaginable. The trainee made me crouch down with a girl on either side of me. One had her hand on my shoulder and the other had her hand on my butt. Their other hands were on the back of their necks. It looked like a pretty dramatic pose. A hundred feet away from me three girls were sort of in a pose that had made their backs like a little landing thing. The teacher gave me an explanation. She said that the other girls on my side were simply going to launch me into the air towards the boys. My part was easy. All I had to do was to land safely on them. But not to worry because they had set a few air mattresses within a few feet. I stared at her horror stricken. What if I fell? What if I cracked my skull? What if my teeth broke? Ewww! A thousand other questions flooded my mind. The teacher hurried off. Anne came to my rescue, “Listen it looks hard but believe me it isn’t. These girls have practice for this sort of thing. S’ don’t worry okay?”

“Yeah, so much for being the main girl,” I muttered.

Anne managed a smile and looked over at Hannah who was standing near the teacher. She raised her brows at Anne. Anne nodded. Hannah looked at me and gave me a feeble thumbs up. I rewarded her with this wounded grin. She blew the whistle. The girls tightened their grip and threw me up. For a second I became deaf. Then held out my hands, pursed my lips and prepared to land. A nanosecond later there was a sickening thud. I had fell. This all happened in a split second. I had fell on one girl who was flat on the ground. I had actually lost control and slid on her. Hannah blew the whistle again and rushed to me. Another girl helped me up and walked me to the clinic. At each step pain flooded my body. At the clinic, in bed I discovered that I had sprained my knee, bruised my arm and had scarred my left hand palm.

A 14-year Old

A note: Well, I hope you like the little twist. And also, as my story commences, the longer I'll make the parts. This one isn't so long, though.

Chapter 2: Crystal Is Getting Stalked?

The next day I came home from school in a really happy mood. My P.E teacher had selected me for the sports, but not for some competition but as a cheerleader girl before every competition. Everyone who applied for the sports was divided into four groups, each one representing a color; red, green, yellow and blue. I was in the red one. Problem was I had never been in the cheerleader group. I was in sports a few times but I didn’t have a clue what the cheerleaders do since I was always away from the playground when they ‘performed’. I didn’t know what the heck the teacher meant by ‘perform’. When I told Scott and Crystal about my plans they were really happy. This year Scott was not in the sports but Crystal was.

At home I was telling every detail to Jess and Rose, they were giggling with excitement. I think it was because they had never seen me ‘perform’-whatever that meant. I was just casually going to ask them what they actually make you do in the cheer leading squad when Hannah stepped in the kitchen. To be honest, these days after my little fight she could find me wherever I went. She had found me in the library with Crystal. Then again I saw her passing by my table in the cafeteria at lunch. It’s pretty normal, but it was sort of creepy too.

“So, you’re really in the cheer leading squad? That’s nice. I have been qualified for the final round of relay race,” she said. Was she complimenting me or boasting ‘bout herself? No, she wouldn’t be complimenting me.

“Yes I know, I heard from Anne, by the way it seems much like you’ve forgotten,” I said giving her this evil grin type look.

It doesn’t always come out as an evil grin. I once did it to Crystal and Scott who laughed and said I looked adorable!

Anyway, Hannah didn’t seem too impressed that AI had pointed something out. So she got all in my face and was like, “Listen, I am so not happy with you. So let us make a deal, I pretend that I’m sorry, for MOM! You get to be spared by me wanting to humiliate you back. It’s a win-win strategy. This way everyone gets to be a big happy family. Understand?”

I looked at her for a very long time then muttered, “That sucks. But OK.” To be honest I was pretty happy she had decided to settle it. I knew it would end like this, I mean we’re not going to be like enemies for life or whatever. But since we had a fight I was pretty hacked off. Why? That is one thing I won’t know.

But don’t get me wrong. I’m still mad at her. That evening, she went off to Anne, her best friend’s house. I had some time to kill. Since exams were out of my hair, I called Crystal and Scott over to my house. Scott said he may be late because he had to go see his grandmother but Crystal was there in a minute. It was just like 6:00 pm so we had a lot of time. And on a much happier note I was home alone. Jess and Rose never bother me if we don’t want them to. They’re probably like the best sisters ever. Crystal and I talked a lot. She told me that every year one house always does some very dangerous cheer leading, which was really surprising to me.

Then she told some exiting news. She said that the day before Jenny and herself were coming back from the stadium, where she went to meet her cousin. She said that they had asked their mom to pick them up in a short while. But actually they didn’t really meet her cousin. They had actually been roaming around the studio. When they got out for a drink he came with them. They were just going back when she noticed that this guy wearing a paper mask like a surgeon was following them. She didn’t tell Jenny because she thought Jenny might freak out or whatever. But she leaned over and whispered her suspicion to her cousin. He got really worried but still turned down her suggestion of running all the way to the studio.

I was getting really excited about this, “So what did you do?”

“Well, my cousin turned around and started walking backwards and tried to figure out maybe he knew the guy. But then….” She couldn’t complete her sentence. I looked at her to see why and I realized she was silently crying. I jumped up and put a hand around her, trying to comfort her. She continued, “Then he … he jumped on my poor cousin. Oh God! I was so scared and I started panicking.”

I stared at her horror stricken. What if he had jumped on our Crystal? No, Scott and I would’ve sent him straight to hell.

A 14-year Old

Cont. Chapter 1: My Normal Day

She banged on my door a moment later again. I slammed it open to see it was Rose and Jess. Their arms linked together, they were smiling hard. They told me that “guests are here”. I nodded and told them to make the “guests” wait until I got ready.  I closed the door and ran back to my closet, changed into jeans and a clean blue sweater. Then I stood in front of the dresser to straighten my hair and apply some perfume. I looked at myself to make sure I looked fresh, then ran downstairs. As I approached the hallway, I heard a two familiar voices, “Is that red-head coming or not?” I stopped and looked. My two very good friends were standing there, Crystal and Scott.

Scott’s family own a mobile company and he is one of the few richest kids in our school alongside me and Crystal. He has one elder brother who lives in the east and one younger sister. We became friends because our moms were roommates, once upon a time. He has brown hair and is slightly taller than the two of us.

Crystal is slightly different than him. Her full name is Crystal J. Franklin. She has one sister who was adopted in her family. Her family owns this big company regarding something of the Minister or whatever. My father has a big post in the same company. She has blonde hair that falls just a little beneath her shoulders. But it doesn’t always stay blonde, sometimes she dyes it. Currently she has dyed it a glossy magenta. I have to admit that it looks really creepy sometimes.

Anyway, when I heard them and came downstairs. “Hey, you two aren’t guests, are you?” I said narrowing my eyes at Rose and Jess, who both gave me a toothy grin. Scott laughed and said, “We knew you wouldn’t come down so easy. But anyway, Crystal here apparently has some amazing news.” He pointed to Crystal. I raised a questioning eyebrow. “C’mon, I wanted to show you.” I shrugged at Mom and she nodded so I went out. On the way to the garden I heard Dad, “Be back before dinner you.”

We walked to her house chatting. When we got there, Crystal gave us this really mysterious grin. I and Scott looked at each other. She opened the door. A golden spaniel jumped on her. I squealed and jumped back. Scott slowly fell on his knees to touch it. “Don’t be afraid. It doesn’t do anything,” Crystal laughed as the dog smothered her in kisses. I plucked up some courage and walked up to it and slowly held out a hand. It let me touch it and I ran my fingers in its golden fur.

A minute later we were sitting in Crystal’s room with the dog in Scott’s lap. I looked at Crystal and grinned, “OK you, start talking.” She laughed and ‘started talking’, “Dad was really happy because he got this really good order of something or whatever, but he made the mistake of asking us kids what we wanted as a treated. I came up with the idea that we ask for something that never runs out. So Jenny (her sister) simply went up and said we wanted a dog. It wasn’t pretty in the beginning. Mum was worried about its poop and how we could clean but she caved in. That was a week ago and after Dad got a hose attached on the porch he brought the dog too.”

“Name?” Scott asked.

“No we haven’t decided the name yet. And that is why I need your help. Wait, JENNY!!!! Come here for a minute,” she said. Jenny came up, her hair carefully tied in a classy ponytail. Jenny is the type of girl who blurts everything out. Not like spilling secrets or complaining, but like you will always know what she is thinking. We have gotten used to that because you she is on your side. Not bad for a 13-year old, though. “What the hell is wrong now?” she said. “We’re thinking of a good name,” Scott and I said together then took a moment to roll our eyes at each other. Hearing this jenny’s face lit up and she jumped on the bed takin the dog in her lap.

“So,” I said, “Maybe something cute like Boris or Scamper?”

“Or something cool like Killer?”

“No, something normal Jack or what about Jerry?”

“Jerry? Doesn’t suit him much. We could name him something funny like Cheese or Yoghurt maybe?”

“Goldilocks?”

“It’s not a girl, you loser.”

Suddenly Scott sprang up, “I have the most amazing name, JEANS.”

“No,” I sneered, “You want to name it after me?”

“Jeans is a great idea. OK its name is Jeans,” Crystal smiled. I put my hands on my waist and looked at Scott, “Are you making fun of my name?” “Chill,” he said giving me a fist bump on my shoulder.

We spent the rest of the evening in the porch trying to train it until it was a few minutes before dinner and both Scott and I had to dash back home. I arrived like one minute early when everything was ready at the table. Hannah never talked to me but Dad and I and Jess never hesitated in teasing her.

At night I texted Crystal like crazy before going to bed.

End of Chapter 1

Am I Happy

Introduction:

Hi! My name is Rawish. I love writing stories, but the problem is I can never complete one story in one sitting. And by the time I get back on writing I get all mixed up about whether to continue writing or not. This way I technically have a folder full of incomplete stories, most of which I don't even remember writing . So now what I'll do is I will publish a pretty long story in parts on this blog and that way I will always know that I have to write this story. This blog is for those people who are looking for a good novel to read. I am only getting started, so if you think I am doing some thing wrong tell me please.  This the first part of my story:

A 14-year Old

Chapter 1: My Normal Day

I sat on the edge of the bed in my sister’s room, my face in a temporary scowl. She looked up and grinned. Picked up an orange ball from her side table and threw it at my face. “You need to relax, Jean. It was just a harmless joke,” she said.

What was a harmless joke? It’s a big story. Well, my name is Jean. The type of name I have, I am expected to be really shy or whatever. But that isn’t it, I am a sporty girl with dark red waist-length hair. I have two sisters who are 12. They’re twins, Rose and Jess. My elder sister Hannah is in college.

We siblings are probably the most mischievous kids in the whole world. But I am the queen. I love playing pranks.

Now back to the harmless joke. Yesterday, Hannah and I were roaming about the colony giggling at random people. Hannah, abruptly, ran forward, bent down to pick something up. I walked and looked over squinting to try and look beyond her hands. Her finger swiped away over some mud to reveal nothing beneath. Before I knew it, Hannah had thrown a million handfuls of mud on me. Outraged, I looked down at my outfit. I had turned from orange to brown. People all around me quickly looked away to hide their red-from-silent-laughter faces. But kids laughed openly. A guy my age had put his hand on his mouth and was probably trying not to laugh out loud. While all this was happening I was deciding how much time it would take me to run home. I took on a running leap and ran home tears trickling down. When I opened the door, Rose appeared, I could tell from her hazel eyes. She smiled, opened her hands and echoed “What happened to you?”

I rubbed mud from my mouth to speak but all I could do was whisper a hoarse sound like a wounded animal.

About an hour later, all traces of mud had been removed both from my carcass and my sister’s hands. I had changed into clean over-alls. My sister never even cared. She supposed she had gotten even with me for ruining her geography homework. (Long story) That was when I got up and went into her room. I sat on her bed trying to think of the right swear words. But all of them were far too decent for her.  When she hit me with the ball I picked it up and decided to throw it back. But I am not like that… maybe. Balancing the ball on one finger I walked out of the room.

Back in my own bed, I decided to get back at her. Not really decided, I knew I would get back at her. As I thought of a way, the scowl turned into a grin. When I finally went down Jess was sitting reading a magazine. (I knew her from her blue-ish eyes) She looked at me and exclaimed “Why are you looking so sober?” Then she unhooked one side of my over-alls and attached them under my arm. Instantly the outfit became sort of loose. “Leave me,” I grumbled but put on a smile, flung an arm around her and walked over to the TV lounge. Rose came next and sat in front of me while I told them my plan. We squealed in excitement.

Later that night, I sneaked out of the room and crept into Hannah’s. From the moonlight I could see her light brown hair swirling on the pillow. I went over to her school bag and wore it. Then I crept back into my own den. I took out her pouch and ink pens. Next, I opened the back of every pen and pushed the little bar thing. Hannah’s light flicked open sending me in a panic. It turned off again. I quickly put everything in its place and left her bag outside her door.

Next day, I was reading a magazine with Jess, Rose was busy playing a game on her cell. We were ant the kitchen table. It was 2:30. The main door banged open. Hannah stood on the doorway, her sweater covered in ink. “You pathetic girl. How can you be this cruel to me? You’ll never be my sister!” Apparently, my foray had been successful. Hearing the commotion our mom entered. She saw Hannah and ran to her.

After Hannah had stopped breathing like a maniac Mom gently put a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off. Mom looked at me and narrowed her eyes, “Why can’t you leave her alone?”

“Mom! I just got back at her.”

“Well, you don’t always need to get back at each other. Just, give it a break.”

“Give me a break! It’s Han...” I stopped when her lips pressed together. I gave Hannah a humongous eye-roll and strolled off.

That evening, Hannah appeared at my door and proudly announced, “I have decided that I won’t get back at you. If only you say sorry.”

“What? Don’t be so stubborn,” I scoffed, “I don’t need to apologize to you. Now go back to your room or I’ll slam this door on your pretty little face.”

“Oh, really. Is that a threat?”

“No, it’s a promise!” I said as I slammed the door on her pretty little face.