Creative Stories

Written by:Payge

Chapter 1: Planning

I will never be as perfect as her, I`m too fat to be as perfect like her.

As I look in the mirror I see a completely different person, making

myself throw up mentally in my mind, this was not working. The girl in

the mirror is me, not the girl I am but the girl I am afraid to be. I

still hate the way I see myself, all my insecurities, apparently my

writing talent doesn`t overshadow them enough. To a lot of people I`m

worthless and don`t deserve to be alive, most of the time I agree with

those people. Their words that were screamed at me last night keep

ringing in my head “you`ll never be as beautiful as your mother and

perfect as your mother. Just give up now.” I didn`t want to deal with

her anymore I had to do something, the longer she was around the more

my self-esteem will plummet drastically. There was only one thing to do

considering my father -the person I live with- loves her so much, I will

have to get rid of her, It`s either her or me, most likely it will be her.

I may sound evil but that`s why everyone calls the disguised devil’s

daughter, but my real name is Rose. I`m an insecure thirteen year old

that`s going to commit a crime and make it look like an accident. I slide

on my light green dress that flows down my body all the way to my

knees. I slip into my black flats and straighten my green flower

headband that goes with my dress. I put on the last accessory that I

wear every day, my locket I got for Christmas when I was twelve. My

aunt Charlotte sent me some photos of my mom that were small enough

to put in the locket. My mom died when I was four, It`s been hard to

live ever since because of my stupid stepmom (the one I’m going to kill)

is who I`m being forced to live with. I know she just wants the best for

me because she doesn`t want me to make the same mistakes she did,

but the biggest mistake she made was when she started swearing at me.

Soon I will be free to do what I want when I want. My stepmom’s most

powerful slaps in the face are her words; she calls me horrible things

and swears at me every single day. Some people say sticks and stones

may break your bones but words will never hurt you, well they`re wrong

words do hurt. Funny thing is everyone thinks I`m a sweet little angel

but truthfully I`m the devil you fear every night, the shadow you hope

isn`t a ghost and the creepy clown peeking in your window with a

cleaver. I have piercing blue eyes with chocolate brown hair that runs

down my back to the middle of my spine, I look a lot like my mom, she

was very beautiful…. she should have lived. I just have a feeling my

stepmom is keeping something from me, something about my mom`s

death. I am going to find out on way or another or my stepmom is going

to die while I keep trying. I grab my backpack and close all the windows

and lock the door on my way out. I meet up with my only friend and in

fact my best friend Amanda on my way to school like I always do. She`s

evil like me, except she dresses the part, she dresses goth-like with

chokers and the whole works. Today she is wearing a blood red tank top

and black short shorts with neon green fish-net gloves with pink

“monster boots.” I looked at her face and noticed a scratch that ran

from her cheek to the edge of her eye. I didn`t want to ask because I

was afraid of the answer so as always, we walked to school in silence.

Chapter 2:Cat Fight

We had gym this morning so I changed into my running shoes and as I

was tying them up on the bench, with very little balance, the two girls

who run the class came over to me and pushed me onto the floor. The

two “queens” of the 7/8 class April and Autumn were the meanest girls

in the class. Autumn has blonde hair that goes to her shoulder and blue

eyes; today she was wearing a green tank top and white short shorts.

April is short, she has dark brown hair that reached just below her bust

and brown eyes. Today April was wearing blue cut-off shorts and a plain

pink T-shirt. The thing was April was just Autumn`s sidekick, most

decisions were made by Autumn who was the head queen. April was more

of a princess. I always thought someone should teach them a lesson and

I think that was going to happen today, at this very moment. As I got

up I ran over to where Autumn was standing and tackled her to the

ground while I sat on her stomach. As April noticed what just happened

she decided to try to get me off Autumn, bad decision. She ran over to

where I was on Autumn and tried to pull me off, so I turned around and

punched her, blood splattered on the floor, and I`m pretty sure I heard

a bone crack. I turned back to Autumn who was still struggling to get

away from me,

“Class is in session” I smirked, I couldn’t believe I had this stupid queen

on the ground ready to teach her a lesson. Apparently the teacher was

too busy getting the volleyballs out to notice what I just did, but as I

looked back I saw April run to the storage room. So quickly, as I got on

her, I was throwing repeated slaps; it made me smiling so much that my

cheeks hurt. I was finally pulled off by our teacher Mrs.Lop at the

fiftieth slap, that jerk deserved every slap. I noticed after that we

had a crowd surrounding us and right behind me was Amanda giving me a

thumb up and smiling like there was no tomorrow. As I got out of

Mrs.Lop`s grasp, Armando (my boyfriend) was standing beside me and

gave me a side hug.
“Not bad, good job on teaching her a lesson. Smart remark before you

started slapping her.” Armando whispered in my ear. Armando had

tanned skin and was about 5’6; he had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes

I always seem to get lost in. Today he was wearing a white T-shirt that

said “everyday I’m shuffling” and had a picture of hands shuffling cards,

he was also wearing shorts that went to just above his knee. He is

amazing, he always supports me and we both like pop, some rock and rap

music he also likes drawing, and he`s really good so most of the times

he draws the pictures that I describe from my books. Like this on

paragraph I wrote, it was a scenery description: ” The Blackberry

bushes rustled as I ran past them, I saw beautiful roses but couldn’t

stop to smell the wonderful aroma, it didn`t really matter because the

delightful scent squeezed its way into my nose either way. I could now

see the run-down cottage from here; it was full of cute stain-glassed

windows that were always very difficult to look in. As I rounded the last

maple tree before the cottage I stopped dead in my tracks, lying right

in front of me was a limp deer with an arrow in its stomach.” Armando

really liked it, it was one of my favorite stories as well but I never got

a chance to finish it. As I snapped back to reality I heard Mrs.Lop

screaming at me:
“You violent little delinquent, look what you did! Autumn are you ok?”

Mrs.Lop asked, “NO! That sorry excuse for a girl just beat me up! Does

it look like I`m ok?” Autumn protested as she rubbed her face
“Look I only slapped you because you pushed me over when I was trying

to tie my shoes! You are always being a bully to everybody you need to

stop! Besides I was only trying to teach you a lesson” I protested for

myself considering no one else would. “Both of you to the office! April

has already gone to the hospital from you punching her so she will be

questioned tomorrow. NOW GO!” Mrs.Lop yelled, I have never seen her

so mad and trust me with me around she`s been getting mad a lot.

Chapter 3: Unfair Punishment

I was sitting in the office for about half an hour until the principal

came in but before she came in, surprisingly Autumn talked to me.”Oh

my gosh, how could you do this to me!?” Autumn screamed in a hushed

whisper.
“Well, first you made me mad, second I let my anger take over me, and

third you had it coming!” I explained calmly.
“Well your…. whatever!” Autumn snarled. Those were the only words

she said to me until the principal came in. The principal was around 5’7

only about four inches taller than me but still very intimidating. Her

name is Ms.Elsel; she has blonde hair that goes down to her butt and

hazel eyes. Today she was wearing a black pencil skirt that goes just

past her knees and a white button down blouse. She walked in looking

like judge Judy, confident and ready to decide who the verdict is,

probably me. She sat down and looked at me with the stink eye; I know

her verdict already, Rose.
“Okay what happened between you too?” she asked surprisingly, though

neither of us answered
“Tell me or you both get detention!” she yelled brutally
“Well-” I started
“I was just standing in the gym waiting for instructions when she came

up behind me and tackled me. Then she had me on the ground and

started slapping me! I was so scared!” She cut me off fast so she could

get out of the tense situation.
“No i didn’t- well I did but only because she pushed me over and she

has always been bullying me since grade 4, and we’re are now in grade 7,

like she needs to get over the fact that I chose Asia over her!” it

finally came out I hadn’t want to say it for a while, but yes we were

best friends, it’s kind of hard to believe now considering all that’s been

going on.
“Well someone will be getting detention! Autumn you get off with a

warning, Rose you get detention for two weeks” She announced harshly.
“What?!?! That’s not fair!” I protested angrily.
“Yes it is! You broke poor Aprils nose, you deserve it!” at that exact

moment I wanted to slap that look off her face, that smirk made me

incredible furious, she was enjoying seeing me beg at her feet. I swear

everyone in this school but my boyfriend and my best friend hates me. I

could only sigh in defeat though.
“Now both of you back to class!” She exclaimed. That was the moment I

knew I had not only a dream of feeling better about myself, but a

mission, so now the tally of how many people I am going to have to kill

goes all the way up to 3. As we walked back to class, we were each on a

separate part of the hallway, I was on the left side and Autumn was on

the right side.

Chapter 4:

I blame myself, like always. I really do believe that they deserved that,

only because she has been so mean to everyone. I just hope that my

lesson made her think that she needs to think twice about coming near

me again. I walked home with Amanda like always, she is my true friend

and I think that she will always be there for me. I never noticed until

she said something, but I was staring at the scratch on her eye.
“You’re wondering about the scratch, aren’t you?” Amanda asked, raising

her eyebrow.
“No, sort of, kind of, yeah I really am curious about how you got that

very long scar!” I let out embarrassingly, for her noticing.
“My cat scratched me” She said simply
“ok….” we walked the the rest of the way home talking about my little

scrap in the gym, to both of us it was hilarious and my wonderful

boyfreind. He couldn’t walk me home because he had basketball practice

so I walked with just Amanada today. I walked in the door and was

greeted by my stupid stepmom.
“Hey honey!” Carry greeted
“Hey” I faked a smile
“How was school?” Carry asked
“It was fine” I answered,I sat down on the couch and Carry followed me

there, she knew something.
“Are you sure?” She asked again
“Yeah,why?” I started thinking catiously
“Because I got an interesting call from the pricipal saying you started a

brawl at school. Is that true?” She asked dumbly
“If you hear it from the principal then it’s a DUH! answer” I replied

smartly
“You little delinquent,disrespectful child!” Carry shouted
“Whatever why would I care what you think, I have been beaten down

enough by you, you make me feel no pain” I recited,I practiced that for

awhile but just havn’t said it. I just wish she was gone, she ruins my

life with her words and….some other stuff.
“You stupid B****!, Don’t ever say that again!” she yelled at me and I

prepared for the slap that was coming my way, it felt like a belt only

because her hands were so cold.
“Now that’s what you get for saying that to me!” she again repeated

what she always says when i apparently “put her down”. The slap went

right across my face and left a big red mark on my cheek.
“Now go cover that up with make-up before your father gets home or ill

beat you again! You understand?” She asked
“Yes ma’am” I answered