The Broken Mirror - ReflectionChapter OneIscahWhen we were little kids, we were identical. Reflections of each other.We both had hair that was a strange copper-blonde and eyes the colour of fresh grass. We both had porcelain-like pale skin. Our faces both lit up with mischeivous smiles when we were thinking a new plan, or when we were excited.I was so used to us being the same, it took me a while to notice you were changing. Perhaps it happened slowly. I'm not sure.I do know that when we started highschool, that's when we all noticed. You didn't try to hide it, really. The hair dye, the makeup, the staying out late.The boys.I remember getting mad at you, but know it seems wrong. You were my sister, my twin, my reflection, my mirror image. I should have seen that underneath the lies and the laughter there was something wrong.But, stupid me, I watched and didn't act.I remember something you told me, once. When I asked about your wrist."What happened, Lia?" My voice was bright with shock.You glanced down to
Hunted-jonnyboy has just signed injonnyboy: KIRSTY!kirstenz: jon, i cant talk for long, she's comingjonnyboy: who?kirstenz: claire, she was behind it all, she killed themjonnyboy: not clairekirstenz: jon, she's coming, it was claire, you'll have to tell the police, show them thisjonnyboy: it cant be clairekirstenz: she's hunting me, she's coming, she killed ricky and tanejonnyboy: how do you knowkirstenz: she told me, she's in the housejonnyboy: dont diekirstenz: she has a gun. when im gone, be careful, go to the police straight awayjonnyboy: dont die, kirstykirstenz: she's downstairs, it wont take her longjonnyboy: if youre joking, ill kill you myselfkirstenz: i love you. i love all of you. tell nora and bree i love themjonnyboy: kirsty, youre joking right? it wasnt claire, it cant bekirstenz: she's almost up the stairs. if theres an afterlife, i'll contact you somehowjonnyboy: be carefulkirsten: i love youjonnyboy: you tookirsten: tell nora to tell jordanjonnyboy: wa
A Letter from the HeartDear World,Screw you.What have I done, in my thirteen short years upon this earth, to earn this treatment? And It's not as if it only just started. All my life, you've teased me, taunted me, made my family sick, and granted me the 'gift' of intelligence.Hell, that's not all. The day I was born, I was so sick I had to stay in intensive care! All through my school years I've been bullied, shunned, yelled at, called names, punched, kicked and generally ridiculed! And we're not even going to mention what happened when I was four.You've made my mother sick - from her heart, to her mind, to all her other organs. Even her bones! You've made her sad. And you make it worse with what you do to me.You've made my father sick too - the bones in is back are so bad, he lost his job. Now my father has no job and my mother earns money as a preschool teacher.You evict us from our houses. Not once, but three times. The first little house, the second red brick, and now this crappy house. We have two
RebelI refuse to conformto your set of rulesand if you will force mewell then, you're the foolyou can not box me in with barsyou can not give me lawsI will never control my free hearttrue humans are filled with flawsI will not be perfectto be different do I daredon't judge my wrongsfor we all have our shareI can swear if I so wishIf I'm angry I'll let you knowtell me not it's an issue of 'self control'or self control I will stop to showtell me something stupidand my opinion I will givetell me I have no rightthen you take my reasons to liveby law of country and law of worldI can worship who I wishslam your religion in my faceinto yours I'll slam my fistsay not I hate your peoplewhen it isn't trueit's not I hate your peopleit's more that I hate youthere are many things I amand many things I'm notso who are you to determineif my way is right or not?