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complete and out for editing for almost a month, the second is started.
Only a couple more chapters and it's done!
9/11/08
Not relevant at all, bout I took a quiz on what kind of nerd I am. Look for yourself.
http://www.gotoquiz.com/results/what_be_your_nerd_type
August 17th, 2008
You people are probably all "write!" if your reading this... but I didn't wanna for a while.
August...?
The first chapter is no longer valid due to the fact that I did a revamp of the book. Also, chapters two, three ond four are different. Chapter 2: I had to change some stuff around.Chapter three: moved it entirely, replaced it. Chapter four: same as chapter three.
July 31st,2008
Well, since the poll is finally at a decent place, I have made my disision. And I also decided you lovely people deserved the first chapter... then you can always see it! Ha! So, here it is...
The Werewolf Files(Sprung, Crapland, whatever I call it in my times of social depression.)
It all started that day at school. it was September fourteenth, my birthday. It was fall, but the California weather made it better, to the point where I could wear my favorite outfit; black converse, a white tank, green jeans. None of my friends were in the cafeteria, so I walked into school through the main door and headed to my locker. There were nearly twenty minutes before school started. I would have a good ten minutes to my self. The old, worn green metal was covered with little posters from my friends. "Happy Birthday, A! love, Alison," or "Have a good one! love, Gina,". They all had the same context, but I still had to smile. My friends made me feel loved. I turned in my combination. Sixteen, the age I was now. Twenty-six, my age in ten years. Eighteen, the age I wish I was.
The locker popped open. It was decorated serenely. An elegant-but-tough green mirror, a few school texts, a few just for fun books. I looked at my reflection. long, pin-strait night colored hair, intense blue eyes. Nothing special. A small pang of my heart made my eyes adopt a sad look. Nothing special. I was never anything special. Not even on my sweet sixteen.
"Okay, Mr. Tucker. your locker number is J-15. Here is your combo, your schedule, and your texts. Have this sheet signed by each of your teachers and bring it to the office after school." The sound of Mrs. Teager's nasally voice drifted down the near empty locker bay. I looked in the direction of the unappealing noise. The overly twig like secretary was handing a yellow sheet of paper to a boy who looked to be my age. He was good looking; blondish brown hair, green eyes, tan skin. He looked to be muscular, but subtly so. I stared for a moment longer. Mrs. Teager walked back towards the office and the boy started walking towards me. His eyes met mine. He smiled. I smiled back, then slung my bag off of my shoulder and hung it on a peg. I zipped it open when the boy reached my locker. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He turned to the locker next to mine. I watched him turn the code and put his bag inside, then put the books on the only shelf and unzip his bag. He pulled out a plain black magnet and used it to pin up his schedule.
I focused back on my bag. I had History first. I grabbed my history notebook and text then pulled my brush off of the shelf and ran it through my hair. I looked in the mirror a sighed. nothing special. "What's wrong?" The boy asked. His voice was musical, tenor. It almost reminded me of a chocolate fountain; smooth and delicious.
"It's my birthday." I answered.
"Happy Birthday, then. But that still doesn't explained what's wrong." He pointed out.
"It's... nothing. forget it." I said, blinking, " Hey, is it your first day?"
" Yeah. I'm James."
"Avery. What's your first class?" I asked, glad he'd fallen for the change of subject.
"History with Mr. Gardiner." He replied, his eyes sliding over his schedule, then focusing back on me.
"The piece of history himself. I have him, too." He laughed. It was like a trilling symphony.
"Ah, well, it seems that he has a fabulous reputation." He said, a smile filling his face.
"Indeed he does! Here, I'll show you the way." I offered, a smile of my own filling my face.
" Why, thank you." He said, shutting his locker. My eyes fell on my reflection in the mirror. I looked different, the way a girl on her sweet sixteen should. Happy. Smiling. I shut the locker. Maybe there's hope for me yet.
We walked through the not so empty hallways together. James was five inches taller that me. The feeling I had felt earlier, the feeling of hope, was washed from me the minute the halls of Marin County High began to fill with the Barbies and Kens. James seemed oblivious to anything but me. That, embarrassment of embarrassments, made me even more self conscious than normal. Shoulders back, witty comment, non-obnoxious laughter... I told my self in silent mantra.
We arrived in class. the class room had tables in partners. I had one to myself, Kaiden Christians had one to himself, and my least favorite person in the world, Alexx Rhett, had one.
"Welcome Mr. Tucker," I heard Mr .Gardiner say, " Please take a seat." James turned and walked strait past Alexx, who was obviously pulling on her snobby Hi-I'm-Alexx-with-two-X's act. I smirked to my self, but James saw, so I guess I was smirking to the two of us. Surprisingly , he smirked back.
" What are you smirking at? " he whispered as soon as he sat.
"Shhh..." I said, and pulled out a piece of paper. He got the message and pulled out a pen. What were you smirking at? Alexx Rhett is making puppy dog eyes at you. Really?Who? The girl with the red hair two rows up. Why? I dunno. Gee, thanks. So very helpful. I know, isn't it? Yep. Mr. Gardiner never pays any attention. I mean, before my best friend Alison switched classes, we used to do this all the time. Really. What did you talk about? The usual. Boys, hair, etc.? Yep. What boys? Who ever was her current boyfriend at the time. I've only ever had one boyfriend. WHAT? that's impossible to believe. How so? Coz... Never mind. Okay then... We stopped, and paid attention to Mr. Gardiner's lesson. It was on the civil war, which he explained yesterday, so I anxiously counted down the seconds to the end of the class. I started my unconscious habit of tapping the fingers. about five minutes later, James laid his hand over my tapping one. I started and my heart started beating as fast as a humming bird's wings. I looked at him, and he had a seriously annoyed face on.
"What?" I whispered so quietly, I knew only he could hear. He took his other hand and started tapping his fingers the way I do. I got the picture. He was super annoyed at my finger tapping. My cheeks took on an involuntary shade of pink. I looked down at my lap, and my hair hid my face nicely. He was still holding onto my hand. My cheeks turned a darker shade. My fingers moved under his and he gripped tighter. We sat like that, me blushing like a dork and him gripping my hand like it was a life saver in the mid Atlantic, until the bell rang. James let go, and I ran to my locker. I knew I would see him in moments, but I was so red that I needed a minute to calm down.
I reached my locker and took out my make up bag. I had this silver plate thing that was always cold and got rid of red splotchy skin in minutes. I scooped it up with trembling fingers and pressed the cold steel to my skin. I was just finished with the other side when a very confused looking James walked up.
" Are you okay?" he asked me.
" Yes." I said, putting the disk back into my make up bag. He eyed the little grey pouch suspiciously, but said nothing.
"Okay. Hey, I have Trig next. What do you have?" he said, pulling a text from his locker and glancing at his schedule.
"Physics." I replied curtly. I was still too freaked to answer in coherent sentences, so I stuck with one word replies.
"Okay. Third period?" he asked, his eyes once again moving to the paper.
" Gym, then lunch." I said, proud that my voice hadn't cracked. his eyes locked with mine. A little bit of color returned to my cheeks.
" Cool. See you at lunch." he turned and headed in the wrong direction. I broke into an outrageous fit of laughter, and he turned, surprised look in place.
"What?" he asked.
"Trig is the other way!" I said through my giggles. He colored, then walked past me. I kept laughing all the way to physics.
Then the laughter ceased. Physics was my worst subject, mainly because I could not subscribe to the theory of motion. Sorry, Newton. So I sat through class, making desperate notes on air pressure. Apparently, we had one ton of air pressing on us, which would be equal to a small car. The thing that got me was simple; if we had a small car tossed at us, we would be flat. but make it a small car made out of air, and we could stand? That's too strange, even for Nothing-Special me.
Then I had gym. Thank god for letting me have hand-eye coordination! Today we were playing basketball, my very favorite sport. My team, however, needed a little help, seeing as how they were Barbies worrying about broken nails. Stupid. We lost, 3 to 2. Not the worst loss ever, thanks to yours truly.
Then there was lunch.
July...somthingth.
I have a new color today-stressed. I just found out that Avery is a frickin GUYS name! Not a girls name... oh woe is me.
July 26th, 2008
Color me talented. I erased most of chapter seven cos dude, It sucked monkey butt.;)(Terez...)
So now, it's less than one page long after three days of work. Gee, writers block and OCD mixed into one? Wow, who ever came up with that, I'm filing a lawsuit.
I don't know the date.
No, I am so horrible. I havn't written anything in my book for a whole week!
I need to start a poll on here to ask you people which path the story should take.
Let me work on that.
Wendsday, July 16th,2008
Chapter six is taking years.
Tuesday, July 15th,2008
Chapter six is going to be SPECTACULAR. Those of you who rock enough to read it, I totally adore you and worship you.
ALL HAIL!
Also, ha I win! My cold is gone!
Saturday July 12th,2008
Good news and bad news.
Good news: Chapter five is done!
Bad news: I have a cold!!!NO!
Casey
Friday, July 11th,2008
Chapter 4 is up and at it!
A measly 5 paragraphs 4 chapter 5. But hey, yayayayay!
C
Thursday, July 10th, 2008
Chapter 3 is DONE!!!!!! 4 in progress.
Tuesday, July 8th,2008
Chapters 1,2, and 3 are ready. 1 and 2 are great, 3 is still in edited. YAYAY!!!
YAY!
Casey
Monday, July 7th, 2008
Hey, this is my page that updates when there is something important to be said.
The book is called Sprung for two reasons: 1) I dont have anything better to call it yet
and 2) it's a fun word. It's about Avery and her newest aquaintance, James, who just so happens to turn into a werewolf every night, and their faboulous misadventures. You can contact me to see the first chapter and edit at an email that must be requested.
Send a message, and I'll tell you to bug off or give you the adress. Yep, that is the way to go.
Thanks,
Case
(This is my new logo thingy.)
Only a couple more chapters and it's done!
9/11/08
Not relevant at all, bout I took a quiz on what kind of nerd I am. Look for yourself.
http://www.gotoquiz.com/results/what_be_your_nerd_type
August 17th, 2008
You people are probably all "write!" if your reading this... but I didn't wanna for a while.
August...?
The first chapter is no longer valid due to the fact that I did a revamp of the book. Also, chapters two, three ond four are different. Chapter 2: I had to change some stuff around.Chapter three: moved it entirely, replaced it. Chapter four: same as chapter three.
July 31st,2008
Well, since the poll is finally at a decent place, I have made my disision. And I also decided you lovely people deserved the first chapter... then you can always see it! Ha! So, here it is...
The Werewolf Files(Sprung, Crapland, whatever I call it in my times of social depression.)
It all started that day at school. it was September fourteenth, my birthday. It was fall, but the California weather made it better, to the point where I could wear my favorite outfit; black converse, a white tank, green jeans. None of my friends were in the cafeteria, so I walked into school through the main door and headed to my locker. There were nearly twenty minutes before school started. I would have a good ten minutes to my self. The old, worn green metal was covered with little posters from my friends. "Happy Birthday, A! love, Alison," or "Have a good one! love, Gina,". They all had the same context, but I still had to smile. My friends made me feel loved. I turned in my combination. Sixteen, the age I was now. Twenty-six, my age in ten years. Eighteen, the age I wish I was.
The locker popped open. It was decorated serenely. An elegant-but-tough green mirror, a few school texts, a few just for fun books. I looked at my reflection. long, pin-strait night colored hair, intense blue eyes. Nothing special. A small pang of my heart made my eyes adopt a sad look. Nothing special. I was never anything special. Not even on my sweet sixteen.
"Okay, Mr. Tucker. your locker number is J-15. Here is your combo, your schedule, and your texts. Have this sheet signed by each of your teachers and bring it to the office after school." The sound of Mrs. Teager's nasally voice drifted down the near empty locker bay. I looked in the direction of the unappealing noise. The overly twig like secretary was handing a yellow sheet of paper to a boy who looked to be my age. He was good looking; blondish brown hair, green eyes, tan skin. He looked to be muscular, but subtly so. I stared for a moment longer. Mrs. Teager walked back towards the office and the boy started walking towards me. His eyes met mine. He smiled. I smiled back, then slung my bag off of my shoulder and hung it on a peg. I zipped it open when the boy reached my locker. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He turned to the locker next to mine. I watched him turn the code and put his bag inside, then put the books on the only shelf and unzip his bag. He pulled out a plain black magnet and used it to pin up his schedule.
I focused back on my bag. I had History first. I grabbed my history notebook and text then pulled my brush off of the shelf and ran it through my hair. I looked in the mirror a sighed. nothing special. "What's wrong?" The boy asked. His voice was musical, tenor. It almost reminded me of a chocolate fountain; smooth and delicious.
"It's my birthday." I answered.
"Happy Birthday, then. But that still doesn't explained what's wrong." He pointed out.
"It's... nothing. forget it." I said, blinking, " Hey, is it your first day?"
" Yeah. I'm James."
"Avery. What's your first class?" I asked, glad he'd fallen for the change of subject.
"History with Mr. Gardiner." He replied, his eyes sliding over his schedule, then focusing back on me.
"The piece of history himself. I have him, too." He laughed. It was like a trilling symphony.
"Ah, well, it seems that he has a fabulous reputation." He said, a smile filling his face.
"Indeed he does! Here, I'll show you the way." I offered, a smile of my own filling my face.
" Why, thank you." He said, shutting his locker. My eyes fell on my reflection in the mirror. I looked different, the way a girl on her sweet sixteen should. Happy. Smiling. I shut the locker. Maybe there's hope for me yet.
We walked through the not so empty hallways together. James was five inches taller that me. The feeling I had felt earlier, the feeling of hope, was washed from me the minute the halls of Marin County High began to fill with the Barbies and Kens. James seemed oblivious to anything but me. That, embarrassment of embarrassments, made me even more self conscious than normal. Shoulders back, witty comment, non-obnoxious laughter... I told my self in silent mantra.
We arrived in class. the class room had tables in partners. I had one to myself, Kaiden Christians had one to himself, and my least favorite person in the world, Alexx Rhett, had one.
"Welcome Mr. Tucker," I heard Mr .Gardiner say, " Please take a seat." James turned and walked strait past Alexx, who was obviously pulling on her snobby Hi-I'm-Alexx-with-two-X's act. I smirked to my self, but James saw, so I guess I was smirking to the two of us. Surprisingly , he smirked back.
" What are you smirking at? " he whispered as soon as he sat.
"Shhh..." I said, and pulled out a piece of paper. He got the message and pulled out a pen. What were you smirking at? Alexx Rhett is making puppy dog eyes at you. Really?Who? The girl with the red hair two rows up. Why? I dunno. Gee, thanks. So very helpful. I know, isn't it? Yep. Mr. Gardiner never pays any attention. I mean, before my best friend Alison switched classes, we used to do this all the time. Really. What did you talk about? The usual. Boys, hair, etc.? Yep. What boys? Who ever was her current boyfriend at the time. I've only ever had one boyfriend. WHAT? that's impossible to believe. How so? Coz... Never mind. Okay then... We stopped, and paid attention to Mr. Gardiner's lesson. It was on the civil war, which he explained yesterday, so I anxiously counted down the seconds to the end of the class. I started my unconscious habit of tapping the fingers. about five minutes later, James laid his hand over my tapping one. I started and my heart started beating as fast as a humming bird's wings. I looked at him, and he had a seriously annoyed face on.
"What?" I whispered so quietly, I knew only he could hear. He took his other hand and started tapping his fingers the way I do. I got the picture. He was super annoyed at my finger tapping. My cheeks took on an involuntary shade of pink. I looked down at my lap, and my hair hid my face nicely. He was still holding onto my hand. My cheeks turned a darker shade. My fingers moved under his and he gripped tighter. We sat like that, me blushing like a dork and him gripping my hand like it was a life saver in the mid Atlantic, until the bell rang. James let go, and I ran to my locker. I knew I would see him in moments, but I was so red that I needed a minute to calm down.
I reached my locker and took out my make up bag. I had this silver plate thing that was always cold and got rid of red splotchy skin in minutes. I scooped it up with trembling fingers and pressed the cold steel to my skin. I was just finished with the other side when a very confused looking James walked up.
" Are you okay?" he asked me.
" Yes." I said, putting the disk back into my make up bag. He eyed the little grey pouch suspiciously, but said nothing.
"Okay. Hey, I have Trig next. What do you have?" he said, pulling a text from his locker and glancing at his schedule.
"Physics." I replied curtly. I was still too freaked to answer in coherent sentences, so I stuck with one word replies.
"Okay. Third period?" he asked, his eyes once again moving to the paper.
" Gym, then lunch." I said, proud that my voice hadn't cracked. his eyes locked with mine. A little bit of color returned to my cheeks.
" Cool. See you at lunch." he turned and headed in the wrong direction. I broke into an outrageous fit of laughter, and he turned, surprised look in place.
"What?" he asked.
"Trig is the other way!" I said through my giggles. He colored, then walked past me. I kept laughing all the way to physics.
Then the laughter ceased. Physics was my worst subject, mainly because I could not subscribe to the theory of motion. Sorry, Newton. So I sat through class, making desperate notes on air pressure. Apparently, we had one ton of air pressing on us, which would be equal to a small car. The thing that got me was simple; if we had a small car tossed at us, we would be flat. but make it a small car made out of air, and we could stand? That's too strange, even for Nothing-Special me.
Then I had gym. Thank god for letting me have hand-eye coordination! Today we were playing basketball, my very favorite sport. My team, however, needed a little help, seeing as how they were Barbies worrying about broken nails. Stupid. We lost, 3 to 2. Not the worst loss ever, thanks to yours truly.
Then there was lunch.
July...somthingth.
I have a new color today-stressed. I just found out that Avery is a frickin GUYS name! Not a girls name... oh woe is me.
July 26th, 2008
Color me talented. I erased most of chapter seven cos dude, It sucked monkey butt.;)(Terez...)
So now, it's less than one page long after three days of work. Gee, writers block and OCD mixed into one? Wow, who ever came up with that, I'm filing a lawsuit.
I don't know the date.
No, I am so horrible. I havn't written anything in my book for a whole week!
I need to start a poll on here to ask you people which path the story should take.
Let me work on that.
Wendsday, July 16th,2008
Chapter six is taking years.
Tuesday, July 15th,2008
Chapter six is going to be SPECTACULAR. Those of you who rock enough to read it, I totally adore you and worship you.
ALL HAIL!
Also, ha I win! My cold is gone!
Saturday July 12th,2008
Good news and bad news.
Good news: Chapter five is done!
Bad news: I have a cold!!!NO!
Casey
Friday, July 11th,2008
Chapter 4 is up and at it!
A measly 5 paragraphs 4 chapter 5. But hey, yayayayay!
C
Thursday, July 10th, 2008
Chapter 3 is DONE!!!!!! 4 in progress.
Tuesday, July 8th,2008
Chapters 1,2, and 3 are ready. 1 and 2 are great, 3 is still in edited. YAYAY!!!
YAY!
Casey
Monday, July 7th, 2008
Hey, this is my page that updates when there is something important to be said.
The book is called Sprung for two reasons: 1) I dont have anything better to call it yet
and 2) it's a fun word. It's about Avery and her newest aquaintance, James, who just so happens to turn into a werewolf every night, and their faboulous misadventures. You can contact me to see the first chapter and edit at an email that must be requested.
Send a message, and I'll tell you to bug off or give you the adress. Yep, that is the way to go.
Thanks,
Case
(This is my new logo thingy.)