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Post by Echo on Dec 26, 2009 0:45:10 GMT -5
I'm really only posting on this right now because no one has done anything on this one yet... I will type up and post my whole storyline and all that junk but I'm gonna be lazy for now, Merry Christmas!!
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Post by Snicker on Dec 27, 2009 12:18:26 GMT -5
((I'm being lazy))
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Post by Echo on Dec 27, 2009 12:52:35 GMT -5
((isn't it fun!!! haha, we're sooo lame...))
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Post by Echo on Jan 1, 2010 11:52:24 GMT -5
ok, it's official, today I am starting my fanfic!!
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Post by Echo on Jan 1, 2010 12:37:42 GMT -5
THE FIRST CHAPTER IS DONE!!! ((I still don't have a name for my story yet though...))
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Post by Echo on Jan 1, 2010 12:38:52 GMT -5
Chapter one Lucie stood rigid; her eyes grew wide with fear. People yelling, screaming, running, what was she supposed to do? She saw men in bright yellow coats sprinting into her home, smoke was billowing out from every angle, a flash of bright orange lashed out at the 5 year old. Lucie couldn’t understand what was going on until she hit the ground with a thud and came to her senses. She un-tangled herself from the man on top of her that had saved her from the fire, and pushed her way through the crowd to her home. “Mommy!” Lucie yelled as she came closer and closer the house.
“Mommy, Daddy!!” She screamed as loud as she could. Her lungs were choked with smoke and she could feel the heat of the flames licking at her tiny body. She ran into the burning house in a frantic search for her parents. She heard a shout from somewhere in the crowd, but kept on going.
“The girl! The girl! Sir, a little girl just ran into the house you have to help her!” a middle aged woman’s voice rang in the ears of a fire-fighter. He looked around at his colleagues, then without a fear in the world dashed into the house that was now threatening to collapse.
Lucie couldn’t see a thing and she had to struggle for every small breath she took, but her heart moved her onward; she wouldn’t let her parents die. She saw a piece of red amongst the smoke, not fire, but a piece of fabric. Her tiny feet thudded against the weak floor as she ran towards it. Lucie knew exactly what is was, her mother’s favorite ribbon, she had worn it everywhere, she had been wearing to today…
“MOMMY!!” Lucie screeched at the top of her lungs, she had to be close! She snatched the ribbon off the floor and looked around her, she couldn’t tell up from down, left from right, her head was light, she was getting dizzy…
“Girl! Girl! Wake up, wake up! Are you alright!” A large, muscular man that was covered in ash was yelling at Lucie. He sat her upright and smacked is huge hand onto her small back. She coughed, and hacked, and gagged, and took large gasping breaths.
“Where am I?” Lucie whimpered.
“You’re at an orphanage sweetie, are you alright?” a pudgy woman said to her kindly.
“Where are mommy and daddy?” Lucie asked them with a hopeful heart, the two adults looked at each other with sad looks in their eyes.
“Where are mommy and daddy!!” Lucie demanded while pounding her fist on the floor.
“Sweetie, I’m afraid they’re, well, they’re gone.” The woman told her.
“Gone? Gone! But… when are they coming back?!” Lucie questioned them with sharp eyes and a tone in her voice.
“Oh honey, they’re not coming back, they can’t. I’m so sorry” The woman said, laying a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“No, No! They said they would always be here, they have to come back!” Lucie yelped, she shoved the hand off of her shoulder and sprinted out the door. She felt two large arms scoop her up off the road and a voice trying to calm her. But she needed to find her parents, Lucie kicked and screamed and struggled, but it was no use. The man carried her back the orphanage and set her down in a big chair, and then the lady approached her with sorrowful eyes.
“I’m sorry about your parents, but what’s done is done. You’ll have to stay here from now on.” The woman said, then took the man and they both left the room. Lucie stared at the ribbon still clutched her tight little fist, and watched as each of the tears streaming down her face managed to miss the ribbon by only a hair.
“Mommy… Daddy…” She whimpered to herself. ----------------------------------------------------------
Lucie, now 14, stared at the same ribbon wrapped around her wrist, and even now, the single fat tear that fell from her cheek, managed to fall just next to it.
((tell me what you think!! I think i'm going to wait until I have 2 or 3 chapters done before I post it on fanfiction.net though))
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Post by Snicker on Jan 1, 2010 14:47:31 GMT -5
PUT IT ON FANFICTION!!!!!!!
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Post by Echo on Jan 1, 2010 18:09:30 GMT -5
OK!! DOES THAT MEAN IT'S GOOD?!!
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Post by Snicker on Jan 1, 2010 22:43:59 GMT -5
YUS!!!!!
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Post by Echo on Jan 2, 2010 12:34:15 GMT -5
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Post by Snicker on Jan 2, 2010 13:35:37 GMT -5
Awesome, gurl! I always get super excited when I'm favorited or re-veiwed!
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Post by Echo on Jan 2, 2010 18:44:20 GMT -5
aww, someone added me as their favorite author, i'm so touched!! I love people!!
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Post by Echo on Jan 3, 2010 14:16:36 GMT -5
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Post by Echo on Jan 3, 2010 14:24:15 GMT -5
dang! I still can't get it show up!! >:-(
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Post by Echo on Feb 7, 2010 14:40:45 GMT -5
CHAPTER TWO!!
Lucie slapped her hand to her face and smeared her tears away. UGH! This is stupid. I have a reputation, Lucille Grace Quinlan, does not cry. Lucie thought to herself in anger. It was nine years ago! Just get over it! … But how can I, there hasn’t been a more horrible day in my life than the day I got stuck in this putrid orphanage. She scowled in disgust. She couldn’t stand this place! Small, cramped, dirty, separated from her only friend, surrounded by bratty girls, and then of course, there was the Head Mistress. Mistress Vandecrot, the most vile, terrible, despicable person Lucie had ever crossed paths with.
She scowled once more at the call for “lunch” and shoved herself up from the corner she took to occupying every day. The tiny bit of food they got each day could hardly even be called food, they claimed it was oatmeal, but Lucie thought otherwise. The only thing that she could look forward to during the day was sneaking off during lunch to talk to her best friend.
They both clambered under a small table in the back of the lunch-room, which for some reason had a table cloth on it. They had used it as a cover from the Mistress’s sharp eyes since they were little. For a few years now they knew they needed to find a new place to hide, but they had just never gotten to it, but they knew it needed to be soon.
Lucie giggled as she watched him squeeze himself into an extremely cramped position. In the way of looks Lucie and Isidore were completely opposite. Other than being different genders, Isidore was 6’7”, visibly muscular, had sprite green eyes, a hard face, and shaggy black hair. Where Lucie was only 4’9”, tiny, had large dark brown eyes, extremely long light brown hair, and the face of a nine year old, covered in freckles.
“Is, we can’t keep doing this if you’re gonna keep growin’, sheesh!” Lucie told him, while still in a fit of giggles. Isidore sighed and just gave her a look. He really hated it under there, but Lucie was practically his little sister and he couldn’t stand not being with her for a day. So if this is what it took, than that was the way it was.
Lucie and Isidore had first met when she was six, (he was seven) after her first whole year being at the orphanage.
Isidore kicked and hollered at the police officers with all his might.
“They were my parents, I swear! Please take me back!” He screamed. Did his parents forget him or something, why hadn’t they claimed him? He thought they really were proud of him, they trusted him to go out into the streets of New York and provide for the family. Or at least that’s what he thought when they sent him out to become a newsie. Isidore had just had a hard time selling one day and couldn’t get home before dark so he fell asleep in an alley way. The next morning these police officers just dragged him out and asked him about his family. Isidore made them take him to his house, but… his parents said they had never seen him before.
Isidore had always tried to help his parents and be great. Sure he ended up breaking things a lot, and was always loud and… but why?! He thought his parents really loved him and were proud. Not a disgrace.
“Son, calm down. This’ll be a lot easier if you just keep still!” one of the officers told him. Isidore gave up then, he felt horrible. The officers led him to a large grey building encased in ivy.
“We got another stray one for ya miss. We were going to take him to the refuge but he claims he has a family so we brought him here in case they come looking.” One of them told a large woman behind the desk.
“Alright then, let’s get him in the main room and introduce him to the others.” She said while clutching him arm and tugging him into another room.
“Children, this is… uhh… oh! This is Isidore, play nice now!” She said right before turning on a heel and scuttling back to her desk. No one had paid attention to her, so he merely stood there, looking gloomily at the old floor. When he finally looked up, another woman was in the room snapping at some of the other kids. She was tall and bony, he perfectly grey hair was pulled into a tight bun and her face seemed pulled back tightly as well. As she passed by she scowled and grumbled to herself.
“Hmph, new meat…” Isidore’s eyes got wide when he heard those words slip out from her thin mouth. That was not something he ever wanted to cross paths with, he lowered his head once more and sulked into a corner.
“Ahem, move.” A small girl told him sternly. She stood there with her arms crossed, and her eyes focused on the new boy. He looked up and almost laughed. She was so little, and well, adorable. Her hair was in long braids reaching her waist, her face was drenched in freckles, and she had the biggest dark brown eyes, but she looked so threatening at that moment it just seemed hard to take her seriously.
“I said move! That’s where I sit.” She barked at him. He wasn’t intimidated at all, so Isidore just sat there and continued to think.
“Bad idea…” She mumbled to herself. Isidore looked up when he heard her say something but wished he hadn’t. As soon as his head was up, Lucie swung her tiny fist strait in his eye. Isidore immediately told himself that it didn’t hurt, wrong. His whole face began to throb and he could feel a bruise beginning to form, how could something so little do that with just one punch?! Isidore picked himself up and moved over a few feet to let her sit down. Lucie huffed, moved a loose strand of hair from her face, and plopped down in her corner.
“How’d you get here?” Lucie questioned him.
And ever since Isidore had told her his story, they had been friends. They grew closer every passing day; Lucie was the only person who he could really trust. The only person he had really felt comfortable around and he knew that she really liked him for who he was and that she would never to anything to hurt him.
“Hey Is! Where’d ya go?” Lucie said while waving a hand in his face. Isidore broke out of his trance and smiled at his friend.
“No, you’re the best.” Lucie told him sweetly.
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