My Writings ;)
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Okay. Here's my story
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Ok, here’s Part Three for my KOTLC fanfic.
When it came time for lunch, Biana practically ran to the cafeteria. She sat down across from Sophie and beside Dex. Sophie looked even worse than Dex had earlier.
The bags under her eyes were twice as dark, and it looked like she hadn't brushed her hair in days. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying.
Biana resisted the urge to hold her hand and brush her hair out of her face.
That’s not how a Vacker acts, she told herself.
Instead, she smiled gently. “I can't help if I don't know what's bothering you.”
Sophie looked up at her. “I don't think you could help anyway.”
“I can still try.”
For a moment, the ends of Sophie's mouth turned up, and they had a special moment shared between them.
But then Sophie seemed to remember why she was upset, and she looked back down with sad eyes. Without looking up, she pulled a folded piece of paper out of her cape pocket and slid it across the table to Biana.
Biana carefully unfolded it.
To the Mysterious Miss F!
Ugh—already regretting starting this letter that way. But I don't have any extra paper, and crossing it out looks worse, so... I guess we'll just have to add it to my list of mistakes.
And I know you're going to think that everything I'm about to say should be on that long list of Keefe Fails. But I swear--that's NOT what this is. I'm not trying to fix anything or save everybody this time. I'm just trying to make sure I don't hurt anyone.
I can't tell you more without putting you in danger, so just... trust me when I say that the powers my mom gave me are super bad. There seriously aren't strong enough words to explain how horrible they are. And I CAN’T control them--just like I can't stop my mom from forcing me to use them.
So... this is the only way. I don't want to do it. But I have to. And I'm not going to ask you not to hate me. In fact, it might be better if you do because I need you to PROMISE that you won't try to find me. My mom will be waiting for you to track me down--and since I know how stubborn you are, I want to make sure you understand who you'd be putting in danger.
I'm going to be hiding the same way the Black Swan hid you.
That’s why you have to stay away. Well, there are lots of reasons. So again, please, just... trust me, okay?
And since this is the last time I'll ever talk to you, I just... I want to say that I'm really going to miss you. You mean a lot to me, Foster. More than you'll ever know.
Please be careful. Please be happy. And PLEASE forget all about me.
It'll be better for everyone that way.
You’ll see.
Love,
Keefe
Biana blinked.
Rubbed her eyes.
Blinked again.
Nothing changed.
“He’s...” her mouth failed her.
Sophie’s eyes brimmed with tears. She blinked, but water still streamed down her face. “He wouldn't joke about running away. And I don't think he's coming back.” Her voice cracked, and she covered her eyes with her hands.
Biana could hear her soft sobs, and she resisted the overwhelming urge to go over and wrap her arms around her friend’s shoulders.
“He’ll come back,” she settled for saying. “It will be like with the Neverseen. In a few days, he'll be right back here, making jokes with Ro.”
Sophie shook her head without looking up. “No, Biana. Like I said, he wouldn't do this without thinking it was for the greater good.” -
I’m sorry I can’t stay on one story here but whatever
So I’ve been working more on the first story I posted here, Someday There Will Be Fire, and I think im getting better at it than I was before.
I’ll probably post a lot of it here, since I’ve added like several more parts to it -
Chapter One, Part Two
Walking down the halls of her school, Phoebe ducked her head and tried to avoid any eye contact. She managed not to trip on her way to her first block, English.
Walking in as discreetly as possible, Phoebe made her way to the back seat of the classroom. She tried not to make any noise as she took out her binder and pencils.
She was practically an expert at staying invisible. Ever since she’d first found out she had fire, Phoebe had withdrawn herself from the world, not wanting to be noticed or recognized in any way.
It was the only way to stay hidden.
She got by well enough. She studied hard and made good grades. She occasionally went to her school’s fund raisers. She had one specific friend she hung out with at lunch.
Although, it was true that she’d like to be more into things. She’d poked her head into the room the Glee club practiced in a few times. She sometimes listened to the GSA meetings against the door.
But she gave up any hope of participating in clubs when she found out what she could do. And to remind herself, she imagined what would happen if she got too excited- flames raging everywhere, destroying everything.
When Phoebe couldn’t control her emotions, her fire flickered in her hands, threatening to break out. One time, when she was ten, she was reading on her bed. Something in the book infuriated her, and the book ended up burned to a crisp while her bed burst into flames. It had taken forever to put it out, and since then she’d learned a lesson: Keep your emotions at bay and try not to think much of anything.
So she squashed any feelings that had the potential to become extreme. She couldn’t afford any mistakes now that she was in high school. Phoebe lived her life the same way every day: Stay safe by staying emotionless, stay emotionless by staying quiet, stay quiet by breathing deeply.
It was a way of living.
And she had to know it by heart.
She looked at the clock and breathed a sigh of relief. It was seven fifty-four. School would start in only six minutes.
Phoebe closed her eyes and just did... nothing. She listened to all of the noises around her- classmates talking, getting their binders and things out of their backpacks- and made an effort to stay calm. A good start to the day couldn’t hurt.
But before Phoebe could fully become calm, she heard the footsteps of someone approaching her desk. She opened her eyes and found her best (And only) friend, Asha Adani, standing over her. -
Ok, I'm going to try and write a story now. Okay....
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Actually, I'll have to do it later, Byee
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I need some plot ideas… I want to start an original book but I also don’t, I feel like it would clutter this up too much
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