Just a colaboration of the stuffles I've written

[Sterling]

*bounces up and down* I can finally post my poems in the right spot!!

YAY!!
Sterling

[When I finish the one I'm working on now, I'll post it...]

*Claps hands togather...*I want a poll!!

[Sterling]

Okay...here's something I'm not done with..yet. I'll probably finish it over Christmas break.

*my stupid microsoft word is being a butt and freezing, I'll post it later.*

*slams hand against monitor*

oops..

Guess what?? It works now!! Yay!!

[I have no title]

"As Skye walked through the hallways of her newly redecorated school, she felt her anger burn up like lava bursting out of a volcano. Recently down with the flu, she wasn’t a very happy camper. None of her friends knew what she really went through, so she told them the long and frustrating story. It started like this….
Over the summer, Skye had been very close to her best friend Reagan. They had been friends forever. They had visited almost every day and had so many things in common. Until, Reagan broke her leg from a sports incident. Of coarse Skye and her family was there to lean on. They had picked up her older sister and taken her home with them. Skye had visited Reagan whenever possible, and always had a shoulder to cry on. After a few weeks of summer had passed, Skye would call Reagan to go to the lake to fish and boat. Time after time, she’d say, “No, I can’t. Remember, I have a broken leg, my parents won’t let me.” Days went by and Skye stopped calling, a few times, Reagan would call and ask to come over and Skye would make up some dumb excuse to not let her over. Skye thought it’d be pointless; Reagan’s parents won’t let her do anything. No outdoors, no running, no…..nothing! Skye did understand, but she just was…bored with Reagan. Skye still was a little screwed up, her best friend Jessica had just moved and she had no one to immediately be there for her. "

So, I've devided it into a bunch of little parts..I thought that would make it easier to read. Oh, so this is a realistic fiction, and it actually happened. I'm Skye..& Reagan is this evil thing who goes to school with me..

Teehee, thanks for looking,
Sterling

[Queso]

Hehe, I was going to say that it sounded familiar untill I read that last little part. Very nice.

[Sterling]

kk. I'm just posting this so I can get to it on my other comps. Comment/read if you like. Editing wouldbe fantastic!! My grammer can be awful. Thx!!

As Skye walked through the hallways of her newly redecorated school, she felt her anger burn up like lava bursting out of a volcano. Recently down with the flu, she wasn’t a very happy camper. None of her friends knew what she really went through, so she told them the long and frustrating story. It started like this….
Over the summer, Skye had been very close to her best friend Reagan. They had been friends forever. They had visited almost every day and had so many things in common. Until, Reagan broke her leg from a sports incident. Of coarse Skye and her family was there to lean on. They had picked up her older sister and taken her home with them. Skye had visited Reagan whenever possible, and always had a shoulder to cry on. After a few weeks of summer had passed, Skye would call Reagan to go to the lake to fish and boat. Time after time, she’d say, “No, I can’t. Remember, I have a broken leg, my parents won’t let me.” Days went by and Skye stopped calling, a few times, Reagan would call and ask to come over and Skye would make up some dumb excuse to not let her over. Skye thought it’d be pointless; Reagan’s parents won’t let her do anything. No outdoors, no running, no…..nothing! Skye did understand, but she just was…bored with Reagan. Skye still was a little screwed up, her best friend Jessica had just moved and she had no one to immediately be there for her.
--When the first day of middle school came, both Skye and Reagan were plopped right next to each other, talking happily on the bus. Reagan’s leg was still in a cast. They still walked next to each other in the hallways and spent as much time as they could together. When Skye came over to Reagan’s house one night her older sister, Jade, stormed into Reagan’s room and started yelling. They both shouted at each other and fought. Skye just stood to the side, “Better not get into it.” She thought. After, Reagan took out a little plastic bottle. “Anti Jade spray”, she said and filled the room with the sweet scent. “Haven’t you ever noticed how bad her feet smell?”
Skye replied, “Er, yeah. They do….stink.” Skye said uncomfortably.
A week later, Reagan had come over to Skye’s house to hang out. She would be there from 2-6pm. Somehow, while they were upstairs talking, they had happened upon a conversation about Reagan’s older sis, Jade.
“Truthfully, Skye, what do you think about my sister?” Reagan asked straight-faced.
“Truthfully, eh? Well, I don’t really like her…” Skye replied honestly.
“How could you not like my sister? You can’t!! If were going to be friends, you have to like Jade!!” Reagan responded very huffy puffy.
“Hey! You asked for the truth! And I gave you the truth!” Skye raised her voice.
“You know what?! We’re not friends anymore!!” Reagan shouted. Skye glanced at the clock. “3:00pm. Great!” she thought sarcastically. She walked down the stairs and grabbed her Nintendo DS. “Heh, this‘ll be nice” she mumbled to herself. Chat room C, there she is; Reagan_Rox. Skye entered the room under the nickname of Overcast and began to type…
Dear Reagan_Rox,
I am very sorry for what I had said about your sister, Jade. You had asked for the truth and I gave you what you asked for. Please forgive me for offending you, I am deeply sorry. Skye’s hand begun to tremble and a tear ran down her face as she thought about them not being friends anymore. I hope we can work this out, but if not, that’s okay too…..I guess. Well, it’s your decision, you do what you want.
Your Friendy,
Overcast Aka, Skye.

Skye clicked the send button with her slick black stylus and saw her message appear on the above screen. “Gosh, I hope she does forgive me…” Skye thought. She heard a light ‘bing’ and saw the Reagan replied.
I don’t care if you want my forgiveness. I will not be friends with you unless you like my sis. Again, I don’t care.
Sadness struck Skye. She felt a slight sting at her eyes. “I’ll never really like her sister…” She thought and clicked on the reply button.
Fine, Reagan. It’s your stupid fault. You had asked for the freaking truth, and you didn’t even want to hear it. So, if you’re going to be ignorant, I’m going to be out of it.
She hit the send button with flames dancing in her eyes but a tear running down her cheek. She had no idea what to feel, furiously mad or depressingly sad. Another ‘bing’ told her that Reagan responded. She glanced at the screen.
What evs. I don’t want someone as dumb as you insulting me or my sister. As I said earlier, I really don’t care!
Skye hit the reply button once again.
You know what?! You’re just a stupid hypocrite!! Yes, a hypocrite! If you don’t know what that means, it’s when some one says something that’s wrong and does that thing. Sound familiar? You said you hated your sis one moment and said her feet smell awful. The next moment, you’re saying that she’s the best in the world. MAKE UP YOUR FLIPPING MIND!
Skye hit the send button, again. Another tear ran down her nose and dripped onto her shirt. But she wanted to scream at Reagan until her voice ran dry. She looked down and noticed another reply.
I have already said, I don’t want you calling me names, you jerk! If you were really my friend you would be nicer and actually like my sister.
Skye had enough of this. She hit the reply button.
I don’t know why I ever was friends with you. We have nothing in common. You suck. You’re a total bitch!
She wasn’t sure what she had just said, but she put her emotion into it. She had so much pressure of Reagan’s awfulness she just had to….well…swear. She didn’t care if Reagan replied. Skye looked at the clock, 4pm. She looked in the mirror and covered up her puffy red eyes and tried to calm herself. She trotted down the stairs to talk to her dad.
“Daaaaaad!!” Skye called.
“Yes? I’m over here.” His voice came from the kitchen.
Skye ran into the kitchen, “Dad, Reagan needs to go…NOW!”
“Why? It’s only 4, she still has 2 hours.”
“I don’t want to explain, just get her out of here. Please.”
“Sorry Hun, I can’t do that. No ones home at her house. Can’t you wait until 6?”
Skye sighed, “I guess….” She sulked back upstairs and flopped onto her bed. She picked up her D.S. “No reply”, she thought, “Good.” She heard a movement and some talking. Reagan. She ran to the stairwell and leaned on it. She started to listen.
“See, you take the wire and twist it like this…” That was definitely Reagan.
“Ah, like this?” That was Dad.
“Yep!” Silence. Skye ran back up to her room in frustration. Tears ran down her cheeks like a rain falling onto the ground. She beat on her pillow, in anger and in sorrow. She didn’t know whether to go down stairs and beat Reagan to a pulp or to beg for forgiveness. Skye sat on her soft bed for the whole 2 hours, crying and whimpering against the music coming from her radio. When she heard the doorbell ring, she pepped up and her heart started racing. “Oh no, she’ll tell for sure!” She put some more make up on, ran down the stairs, and made a fake smile appear on her face.
“Bye, Reagan.” She said in a fake kindness sort of way. Reagan smiled and walked out of the door.
***
“Dinner!” Skye’s mom called. Skye sat down and waited for her dad to pray.
“Amen” Skye said in unison with her family.
“So, while were all here,” Her dad said, “Just as a reminder Jade will be here to baby-sit tonight at 7pm.”
Skye freaked. Millions of questions flew through her mind. She wished she was dead. Too bad her parents didn’t know what happened today, yet. She prepared herself for uncomfortable questions, and practiced acting sick in her mirror. 7 ‘o’ clock came around and the doorbell rang. Skye’s mom opened up the door and greeted Jade. Skye still hung around up in her room, a lump in her throat beginning to form and an awful stomach ache turned her smile upside down. Her mother called up to her, “Skye, come down! Lemme say goodbye to you!!” Skye hesitantly walked down the hallway and gripped the railing down the stairs so hard it could have popped or cracked. She kissed her mom and dad on the cheek and wished them a happy date. Skye saw them to the door and locked it behind them after they left.
She turned to go back upstairs when she heard Jade, “So, I’m sorry you and Reagan didn’t have a very fun time today. Maybe you can work things out at school tomorrow.” She formed a plastic smile that looked like a smirk to Skye.
“Yeah, maybe…” Skye replied, starting up the stairs. “Jeeze, Jade.” She thought, “Could you be anymore annoying?” She finished her way up the stairs and ran down the hallway to her room. She turned on her radio and shut the door so she could hear no one and no one could hear her. At 7:30 Jade called, “Skye, Reagan’s on the phone. She’d like to talk to you.”
“Great,” Skye thought, “What could she even want? Why would she want to talk to me? Probably to chew me out ‘cause I swore at her...” She ran down the stairs once again and picked up the phone Jade handed her. “Yes?” Skye said in a snappy, short tone.
“This is Reagan. I wanted to tell you that I told my parents what you called me...” She said in her awful, Reagan-ish way.
“And that is what?” Skye interrupted only to be rude.
“Remember? You called me a female dog? Yeah, they know. So, I’m calling to tell you to say sorry or….” Reagan began her ‘I’m better than you’ act.
“When were you’re parents appointed to tell me what to do? Umm, as far as I know, never. So you can keep your opinions to your self, miss. Cause I won’t be apologizing. Oh, and what’ll happen to me if don’t obey you, majesty?” Skye replied as meanly as possible.
“Well, if you don’t apologize a number of things will happen. I’ll tell everybody at school what you called me and I’ll be sure the vice principal hears about this.” Reagan snapped back.
“Hummm, I really doubt that anyone’s going to care that I called you a bitch other than your snitch of a friend, Amara. Also, why on earth would the V.P. care about what happened at home? Heloo? Any brains in there? Oh, stupid question, even I know the answer. No.” Skye replied and pressed the ‘end’ button on her phone. “Yeah, Reagan. I’m really sorry. I’ll see you to tomorrow. Bye.” Skye talked into the phone to hide the fact she hung up on Reagan. She handed it to Jade who wanted to call her mom to drop off her dinner. The doorbell rang again, and two people were at the door. Regan and her mom stood there, with Jade’s meal in her hands. Reagan was holding her Nintendo. She looked directly at me, “See? You called me a bitch.” She pointed to the screen with her stylus.
“Did I ever say I didn’t??” Skye glared at her.
“No, I just wanted to show you again.” She smirked.
“You know,” Skye talked to Reagan like she was retarded, “Normal people don’t leave their D.S.’s on only to tell people off. It’s called being mean. And stupid.” Skye raised an eyebrow in amusement. She glared waiting for a good comeback.
“What ever, butt hole. Quit insulting me, I’m not stupid.” She paused to stare.
“How can you be sure, that’s an opinion sort of thing?” Skye smiled rudely. She got the last laugh. Reagan stormed off to the car and Jade and her mom were still talking. “Bye, Mrs. Links. Have a nice night.” Skye smiled a plastic smile again and shut the door on her. Jade didn’t mind. She just went to the kitchen and heated up her meal. Skye lounged on the couch and watched T.V. Time flew by and she went to bed, ready and excited to hear what Reagan would say the next day.
The whole day, Skye waited hesitantly but nervously for the lunch bell to ring so she can go ‘see’ Reagan. She really wondered if Reagan would act as awful as she did at home at school. “I know I will” Skye thought. When the bell rang, Skye dropped everything and walked quickly out the classroom door. She picked a table, sat down, and opened up her lunch bag. She scanned the cafeteria for Reagan. “No sign of her yet.” She mumbled to herself and signaled to Merissa to sit down next to her. Merissa was a friend she had just made and they were already REALLY tight. The room began to fill. “There she is” Skye pointed at Reagan, “That’s Reagan, the most evil person on the face of the planet.” Skye’s eyes followed Reagan and now she new exactly where Reagan was sitting. Every time Skye took a bite she stared at Reagan, and then talked to Merissa. Skye had taken a few more bite of her sandwich. She saw Alex, a kid who went to elementary school with her. He was walking towards her table, an uncomfortable grin on his face. He stopped right behind Skye, put his head right next to hers, like he was telling her a secret, and let out a long, disgusting, burp. He said, “From Reagan.” Smiled and walked away. Skye grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled towards her. “You may not, ever do anything like that to me again!!” Skye was pretty fumed. “Now go back to your majesty Reagan, and burp right back in her face, please. But say this: Your servant Skye wishes to offend her majesty, Reagan. Thank you, Alex.” She smiled sweetly and released her grip on his shirt. She watched him sulk towards Reagan’s table. He put his head right next to hers and let out a burp, bigger than the one he had given to Skye. Reagan gave him this look like, ‘That was one of your biggest mistakes EVER!’ She grabbed him in the front of his shirt a pulled up, restricting the amount of oxygen making its way down his throat. She looked furious, and was ‘smart talking’ at him, loudly. Skye could almost make out the words and she was about 10 feet away.
When a shout of ‘recess’ echoed in the cafeteria, Skye packed her meal up, and walked towards the door, leading her outside. There, she met up with her two best friendies, Jaclyn and Kaleigh. “Did you see that?!?!” Skye asked them, annoyance tinted her voice, “What that awful witch did. Gosh, she’s REALLY getting on my bad side.”
“Err…what are you talking about, Skye??” Kaleigh asked.
“Okay, you know Alex Lent?” Skye waited for them to nod, “So, I was eating lunch with Merissa and he comes up to me. GUESS WHAT HE DID!!” she didn’t wait for a reply. “He put his head right next to mine and BURPED!!’
“Ewwwwww!!” Jaclyn and Kaleigh squealed in unison.
“So what else could he do? Oh, he was all like, ‘From Reagan’. That sorta topped it off.”
“What a….SNITCH!” Jaclyn said. “I mean, c’mon. What did you do to her today? That’s right. NOTHING.”
“Yeah. Tell Reagan to get a life. She doesn’t need to go picking on you just ‘cause she feels like it. I’m sorry that happened.” Kaleigh said, kinda annoyed too.
“Thanks. But, I did take revenge.” Skye announced,” I’m just sooo mean.” Said sarcastically, “Yeah, I grabbed the back of Alex ‘shirt and made him go up to Reagan and to worse to her. Oh, one more thing. I told him to say this, ‘Your servant Skye wishes to offend her majesty, Reagan’.” Skye smirked after her finishing line.
“Wow. I have a demon friend.” Jaclyn remarked sarcastically. Both she and Kaleigh laughed.
“C’mon guys, this is serious. We need to come up with an even better way to screw with Reagan.” Skye joined into the sarcastic-ness. Everybody laughed. The bell to let class back in rang and they ran in. All through her classes, Skye couldn’t decide what to do to Reagan.
She stepped up the bus stairs and chose a seat up front. “Great, Reagan’s on my bus. I almost forgot…” Skye said unhappily. “Great!! Reagan’s on my bus!!” Skye re-thought. “Now, I know what to do about Reagan.” Skye smirked to herself. She watched Reagan step up the stairs and scan the bus for available seats. Reagan chose a seat on the other isle. Skye looked at the girl sitting at the seat behind Reagan. “Kaitlyn. Yes!” She thought. Skye leaned over so she was close enough to poke Kaitlyn. “Kaitlyn”, she whispered, ”Could you push up against your seat with your knees? I wanna disturb Reagan.”
“Okay.” Kaitlyn replied. She kneed the seat. Kaitlyn was a pretty strong, dark haired girl. Reagan looked back at her, with an unhappy face. “From Skye” Kaitlyn told her. Reagan’s glare faced Skye.
“Merry Christmas, snitch.” Skye smirked. “I’ll wish you happy new year later.” Skye posed as a threat towards Reagan. “Pfft, what could she do to me?” Skye thought, “If she came even a thread close to touching me, I’d get her suspended. Heh, I love my power.” She smiled happily to herself the rest of the way home. When the houses became familiar, she gathered up her things and made her way to the front of the bus.
“Sit down!” Sandy the demon-like bus driver screeched. Her voice was like...when you burn vegetables. UGLY. Skye smirked at her, eyebrows making a ‘V’ on her forehead, and a peculiar anger in her eyes that made most people shut their mouths. “Make me.” She thought. When the tires squealed to a stop and everything rushed forward, Skye stepped down the steep stairs and inhaled the icy air. “Ahh.” Skye thought, the intense temperature filled her.
“Hey Skye!” a vicious, disturbing voice trailed behind her. “Wanna die? Your death could be my new years present, eh?”
“Reagan, get your crappy little face out of my view and the hell out of here!” Skye turned to face her, walking backwards now. She started to regret her thoughts earlier.
“Make me.” Reagan said, her voice was like an angry wolf bearing its teeth. Now she was a threat towards Skye.
“Shall I? I think not. Or…maybe it’s so.” Skye stood still and smiled fiercely, like a murderer would smile after their latest kill.