Post by `emz0, bby. on Jul 25, 2007 13:20:06 GMT -5
heres part of the first chapter that I have typed up. Read it and then tell me if you would read the fiction if i posted it.
I just wanna break you down so badly! Well, I trip over everything you say! The long bus ride to prison, also known as school, is never a pleasant one, but having my iPod to listen to makes it better. There isn’t much outside the window to look at, and the residential area of Belleville, New Jersey is quite boring. Houses, cars, driveways, trees, signs, and kids waiting for the bus. I grabbed a three-seater because I’d rather not be associated with anyone else on the bus. I watched kids find their seats. Prep, prep, future serial killer, prep, prep. Then two kids I’ve never seen got on the bus. One has long black hair and gorgeous green-brown eyes, and the other has shorter brown hair and black rimmed glasses. He also looks younger. They didn’t have a seat. “Um, can we sit with you?” the younger one asked. “Yeah, sure,” I said, pulling my backpack onto my lap. “My name’s Mikey, and that’s my older brother, Gerard.” “My name’s Alexa, but my friends call me Lexi.”
My mom is driving me to catholic school, like always, when she jams on the brakes. “What the fuck?” I said, loud enough for my mother to unintentionally hear. “Jayla Lazzara! Watch your mouth!” “Whatever” I’m greeted at school by my group of friends. I know my friends here are only my friends because my brother is Adam Lazzara from Taking Back Sunday. My friend Alexa, who goes to public school, likes me for me. My friends were ushering me into the school towards my locker when I saw a new kid. He looked really cool. And he was cute. I snuck out of the crowd of friends surrounding me, and I walked over to him. He was just sitting on the steps by himself. I sat next to him. “Hey, my name’s Jayla.” He looked up at me and he has the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen. “Hi, I’m Frank.” “You new?” “Yeah.” “What town you from?” “Belleville.” “Me too! That’s so weird.” “Yeah How old are you?” He seemed to be coming out of his shell. “I’m 15. How old are you?” “15, almost 16. Well, I’ve got a few weeks.” “My birthday is in January, so I’ve got a few months.” The bell rang. “What’s your first class? I’ll show you where it is.” “Um,” he said, looking at his schedule. “Art. Room 216.” “I have that class too. Let’s go,” I said. Then I realized I didn’t go to my locker. Well, I don’t need anything out of it yet. We got on the subject of music, and I told him who my brother is. “That’s cool. Can I meet him? Just kidding. I know how annoying that must be to hear.” Finally someone understands.
I just wanna break you down so badly! Well, I trip over everything you say! The long bus ride to prison, also known as school, is never a pleasant one, but having my iPod to listen to makes it better. There isn’t much outside the window to look at, and the residential area of Belleville, New Jersey is quite boring. Houses, cars, driveways, trees, signs, and kids waiting for the bus. I grabbed a three-seater because I’d rather not be associated with anyone else on the bus. I watched kids find their seats. Prep, prep, future serial killer, prep, prep. Then two kids I’ve never seen got on the bus. One has long black hair and gorgeous green-brown eyes, and the other has shorter brown hair and black rimmed glasses. He also looks younger. They didn’t have a seat. “Um, can we sit with you?” the younger one asked. “Yeah, sure,” I said, pulling my backpack onto my lap. “My name’s Mikey, and that’s my older brother, Gerard.” “My name’s Alexa, but my friends call me Lexi.”
My mom is driving me to catholic school, like always, when she jams on the brakes. “What the fuck?” I said, loud enough for my mother to unintentionally hear. “Jayla Lazzara! Watch your mouth!” “Whatever” I’m greeted at school by my group of friends. I know my friends here are only my friends because my brother is Adam Lazzara from Taking Back Sunday. My friend Alexa, who goes to public school, likes me for me. My friends were ushering me into the school towards my locker when I saw a new kid. He looked really cool. And he was cute. I snuck out of the crowd of friends surrounding me, and I walked over to him. He was just sitting on the steps by himself. I sat next to him. “Hey, my name’s Jayla.” He looked up at me and he has the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen. “Hi, I’m Frank.” “You new?” “Yeah.” “What town you from?” “Belleville.” “Me too! That’s so weird.” “Yeah How old are you?” He seemed to be coming out of his shell. “I’m 15. How old are you?” “15, almost 16. Well, I’ve got a few weeks.” “My birthday is in January, so I’ve got a few months.” The bell rang. “What’s your first class? I’ll show you where it is.” “Um,” he said, looking at his schedule. “Art. Room 216.” “I have that class too. Let’s go,” I said. Then I realized I didn’t go to my locker. Well, I don’t need anything out of it yet. We got on the subject of music, and I told him who my brother is. “That’s cool. Can I meet him? Just kidding. I know how annoying that must be to hear.” Finally someone understands.
