I'm making an odd, random story.
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Thread Topic: I'm making an odd, random story.
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TraptAlone NewbieOkay...
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LOL, I'll post the first peice of it here, if I can. xD Although I'm a crappy writer. >.
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Nu you not D: Can't wait to read ^-^
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I like it here, personally.
Brick, on the contrary, can't wait to turn 18 and move outta here. She wants to become famous, and see her name up in lights on famous theatres, all that stuff. Although...
Brick Devaki.
It's just not one of those names you can imagine in the credits of a five-star movie. And even brick herself admits that she doesn't look like a star, with her tangled blonde hair, dull green eyes, rather freckle-covered face and slightly crooked nose.
We look so different, people often don't even guess that we're related. I'm not saying that she's ugly and I'm pretty, we're just different. Perhaps it's because of the fact that we're only half-sisters - we have the same mom and different dads. I'm a year older than her, my dad died in a car wreck, Brick's dad divorced our mom and then disappeared.
Note is actually our cousin, he just lives with us because...um, his parents kind of fight alot, and sometimes they get carried away, and...throw things. And...stuff like that. So Note lives with us. Even before he came to live with us, his parents never really cared about him, which is why Mom named him. Mom has really never been brilliant at naming things, wether it be pets, her own children, or anything. My name is Toby, my 13-year-old half-sister's name is Brick, my 9-year-old cousin's name is Note, and we have three cats - A male calico named Montenegro (It figures that we should own a mutant cat), a white-and-black female named Mona Lisa who is blind in one eye, and a big fluffy fatso named Arlo.
Rolla is this town, smack in the middle of Missouri. If you drive around for awhile, you'll see a bunch of civil war stuff, but it's really not a big touristy place.
Back to my family.
I, myself, Toby, have shoulder-length black hair and grayish-greenish-blue eyes, if that makes sense. I don't have many freckles, unlike Brick, and Mom forces me to brush my hair daily. Brick says she brushes her hair daily, but...oh, well...
Note has dark brown hair with some black mixed in, although it was light sandy brown when he was little. Recessive genes at work.
The house is rather...I wouldn't say it's ugly, but not pretty, either. It's also rather small, and old as dirt.
I apologize for putting all this stuff about me and everything else here, I suppose it's not totally neccesary.
Grandma says writing...er, typing in my case...my thoughts down is good for my mental health and creativity.
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Nice :D
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These are the closest pictures I could find to Toby and Brick (Dx):
Toby:
I can't find a picture for Brick yet. >. -
TraptAlone NewbieCool
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I have one saved that kinda reminds me of Brick
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The family I care about are Brick, Note, Mom, our cats, our fish (I'm pretty sure they're all dead, but Note insists that they're still live), and Grandma. The family I don't care about are Note's parents (Aunt Sarah Merle and Uncle Ricci Merle to me), my dad, Brick's dad, Aunt Shayne Devaki, and Aunt Shayne's daughter, Marci.
I've always known that Marci hates me. But Independence day confirmed that both Marci and Aunt Shayne hate me.
Why do idiots set off fireworks in the daytime? because first of all, fireworks are against the law in city limits. And second of all, you can't even see them in daylight. But that's what woke me up at 9:00 A.M. in the morning - a stupid person with fireworks. Mom wasn't home at the time and neither was Grandma, Grandma was buying groceries and Mom had taken the car to get fixed. She'd planned to get it fixed a week ago, but...yeah. Procrastination. Aunt Shayne and Marci had stayed the night here, and without thinking about waking them up, and threw on some clothes and ran downstairs to answer the door. I opened the door, and immediately said "No thank you" to the guy standing on our porch, selling fireworks. I hesitated before closing the door and thought about telling him how idiotic fireworks were at 9:00 A.M., which is my unfortunate mistake. Marci stumbled into the room, saw me holding the door open, and then darted back upstairs.
"MOMMMM! TOBY IS LETTING STRANGERS WITH BOMBS INTO THE HOUSE!"
I slammed the door on the guy.
"AND SHE'S BREAKING THE DOOR!"
I knew Aunt Shayne would be downstairs in a few moments to scream at me, so I wasn't sure if I should run and hide, or what. "Oh, dear God almighty." I heard Brick growl from the kitchen.
During the summer, Brick slept in a sleeping bag on the kitchen floor. She claimed it was cooler there.
Hiding under the table would be to obvious, and hiding in the dishwasher sounded painful, and I couldn't think of anywhere else to hide.
This, my unknown friend, is the beginning of what I usually refer to as "The Year of Doom".
The Year of Doom is the year that I smashed Satan's face, Brick tried to convince an amish girl to give her a goat, the song "Eye of the Tiger" was added to our church's hymn books, I became a well-known salami theif, and a bunch of other crap. -
And in case you were wondering, no, I do not live in Rolla, MO. My grandma lives there, and the house where Toby and her family live is my Grandma's house. All of the places I put in this story, except for the church and a couple others, are real palces in Rolla, although all the characters (except for Toby's two gerbils) are fictional. :P
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