I'm only 11 but I have been writing since I was small and tall. -.-
I hope you like it. Any advice would be great, thank you.
“Lucy, I hate you.”
The door banged shut, a bunch of raven black hair dissapearing behind it.
How nice.
“LUCY!”
“LUCY!” I mimicked rolling my eyes.
“Did you steal my perfume?”
“No, Lacey, I did not steal your perfume.”
“But it’s gone and I know you took it! Now give it back!”
“No?” I said.
Another door slammed further down the hall, an exasperated voice following it’s absence.
I stood there a few minutes, the vibrant colours of my room seeming to get blurrier every second I stood there, staring.
Wet, hot tears sprung out of nowhere and trickled down my cheeks flowing into my mouth.
I closed my eyes.
I didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Nobody loved me. My life was pointless.
Dancer walked into the room, four legs sagging with tiredness.
He leapt onto my bed, completely ignoring me.
Typical cat behaviour, I told myself, nothing to worry about.
“LUCY! Can you come down here for a minute, please?”
“Okay, no need to yell!” I screamed slamming my door angrily and leaping onto my bed, burying my face in a pillow.
WARNING: You are reading an unfinished story. Over. =)
I hope you like it. Any advice would be great, thank you.
“Lucy, I hate you.”
The door banged shut, a bunch of raven black hair dissapearing behind it.
How nice.
“LUCY!”
“LUCY!” I mimicked rolling my eyes.
“Did you steal my perfume?”
“No, Lacey, I did not steal your perfume.”
“But it’s gone and I know you took it! Now give it back!”
“No?” I said.
Another door slammed further down the hall, an exasperated voice following it’s absence.
I stood there a few minutes, the vibrant colours of my room seeming to get blurrier every second I stood there, staring.
Wet, hot tears sprung out of nowhere and trickled down my cheeks flowing into my mouth.
I closed my eyes.
I didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Nobody loved me. My life was pointless.
Dancer walked into the room, four legs sagging with tiredness.
He leapt onto my bed, completely ignoring me.
Typical cat behaviour, I told myself, nothing to worry about.
“LUCY! Can you come down here for a minute, please?”
“Okay, no need to yell!” I screamed slamming my door angrily and leaping onto my bed, burying my face in a pillow.
WARNING: You are reading an unfinished story. Over. =)