Give Life, and Love a Chance

This is just another of one of those fantasy love stories. You are pretty much a soul seer, but not exactly. You can also run very, very fast, and can minutlate people's minds.

Ok, you have long dirty blonde hair, violet eyes, and you're kind of a skater girl. You love to skateboard, and don't care what people think. It's your first day at a new school in the middle of the school year. You just moved from Texas, and only know one person.

Created by: Monkeybutt02
  1. What is your age?
  2. What is your gender?
  1. I wake up at my friend Taylor's house. At first, I forget where I am. I look at my phone, just as the high pitched alarm goes off. I jump, and turn the alarm off. I hesitantly get up, race Taylor to the bathroom, and win. I change into a pair of dark blue ripped skinny jeans, a bright purple spagetti strap, a black zip up hoodie, and a pair of black converse sneakers. I curl my long dirty blonde hair, but smoke colored eye shadow on over my violet eyes, black mascara, black eye liner,a tiny bit of light pink lip gloss, and throw a Metal Milisha hat on. I run into Taylor's room, grab my lime green and white back plack. I sit down in her room, playing a game on my iPhone4s. She gets ready, and I run to her garage, grab my skateboard as she gets on her bike, and we ride to school. Taylor gets off of her bike. I finaly realise what she's wearing; a pair of neon yellow shorts, a bright pink short sleeve, and black boots up to her mid-shin. She straightened her short black hair, and put no make-up on.
  2. Taylor turns to me. "Are you nervous?" She asks me. I shrug, then shake my head. It's my first day at a high school in Portland Oregon. I'm used to sunny weather. Not a cloud in the sky. Typical Texas weather. Not anything like Oregon. Instead, I have to deal with rain. The ocasional(sp) blue sky. "I'll be fine." I say, flipping my dirty blonde side bangs out of my violet eyes. Taylor smiles, giving me a thumbs up. "I'll take you to the office, and Ms. Anderpy can tell you how to get to science." Taylor says. I want to tell her that I don't want her to go. That I want her to take me to science class. As Taylor promised, she introduces me to Ms. Anderpy, and walks away. "Diane!" The secratary yells to a blonde haired girl in the hallway. She walks into the office. "Take Zoanna to Mr. Zoleski's science class." I let her finish before I correct her. "Please call me Zoe. Zoanna is what I get called when I'm in trouble." I say, thruthfuly. My mom called me Zoanna when I was in trouble. Diane snorts, and Ms. Anderpy looks surprised.
  3. Diane smiles at Ms. Anderpy. "I would be delighted!" Diane squeals. Ms. Anderpy smiles back. Diane leads/drags me out of the office. "Stay out of my way. Don't talk to me. Don't talk to anybody. Here's Mr. Zoleski's room. Now, go away." She says threatingly. She pushes me through the door. "Mr. Zoleski," She squeaks. A man turns. "Yes?" He says, the extra fat on his face jumping with every word. He crams a whole brownie into his mouth. "This iis your new student. I need to go." She says, walking out of the room. He swallows about half of the brownie. "Class," He says to the boys and girls. Their heads all shoot up. "This is..." His voice trails off. "What's your name again?" He whispers to me. "Zoe." I whisper back, leaning away from him. "This is Zoe." He says. The girls heads go back down, but the boys watch me go to my seat. I sit next to a boy with dark dirty blonde eyes, light brown eyes, and freckles. He smiles a perfect smile at me. "Hi," He whispers. "Hi." I say, quieter than him. "I'm Bryce." He whispers. "I'm Zoe." I say, still being more quiet. "Cool name." He says, a little quieter. "Thanks." I say, a little louder. The teachers eyes dart up. We both jerk our heads down to look at our papers. The bell rings, and I grab my books, pencils, ect. As I walk out the door, I hear somebody say my name.I turn around, and see Bryce. "Hey." He says, smiling. "Hi." I say, blushing. A boy runs up behind him, and highfives Bryce. "Hey, bro!" The guy says. He looks like a senior. "Trenton! Go away!" Bryce says, sternly. The boy walks off. "Sorry." He says, looking at the ground. "Look, Zoe, do you want to go to my house after school to study? Only if you want to..." He says,, blushing. Diane walks up behind him, hugging him. Bryce looks confused. He sees Diane, and glares. "Diane! Leave me alone! I told you, we're through!" Bryce says, madly. Diane looks surprised. "Does this change your mind?" She says, kissing Bryce.
  4. Automaticly, Bryce pulls away, and he looks disgusted. He turns around, grabs my wrist, and leads me to my locker. He walks up to a locker next to mine, and opens it. I walk to mine, put my book away, and grab my math book. Bryce pulls his shirt up, and whipes his tounge off. "I freaking hate Diane! I mean, what the hell is wrong with her?!?" Bryce almost yells. "I don't know." Is all I can say. "And, the worst is, she has a boyfriend." Bryce says, slamming his locker door shut. "Such a slut. She's so full of her self. Oh my god, I'm so pretty!" Bryce says, imitating her, in a high pitched voice, which makes both of us laugh. "You never said if you want to come over or not." He says, still laughing. "I know. Your mom won't mind?" I ask him. His eyes fill up with pain. "Mom died two years ago." He says, rubbing his eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't know." I say, truly sorry, and sad. "It's fine." He says, closing my locker for me. "Thanks." I say, wanting to ask him if he has a dad. "I live with my Aunt." He says. "She doesn't care if I bring friends over." He says, putting his arm around my shoulders. He pulls his phone out anyway, and texts somebody. I hear some anthem play as he grabs his phone. He looks at it, and smiles. "Yup, you can." He says. I don't know what the anthem is. "What was that ringtone?" I ask. He laughs. "You've never heard that song?" He asks, laughing. "Nope." I say seriously. "It's the Oregon Duck's anthem. They play it at football games and stuff." He says, smiling. "Oooooh." I say, which makes him laugh again. He puts his arm around me again, and I look up at him. I smile, a bucktoothed, but white, smile. He smiles back, and we walk down the hall. He takes me to math, and walks off. "Class," A less chubby teacher says, the heads shoot up. He turns to me. "What is your name?" He whispers. "Zoe." I say. "This is Zoe. She just moved from Texas." He says, as the girls heads shoot back down.
  5. I sit next to a boy with bleach blonde hair, and dark green eyes. "Hi," He whispers. "Hey." I whisper back. "I'm Josh."He whispers. He smiles, revealing a white bucktoothed smile. I can't help but give an almost identical smile back. "I'm Zoe." I say, just above a whisper. The teachers head shoots up. "Ms. Davis. No talking." He says to me, putting a finger to his lips. We do the math paper for about twenty minutes, and then the bell rings. I jump up and walk fastly to the door. Once I'm out of the room, I see Bryce. He extends his hand, and I take it. His eyes turn bright green. Then, they go back to light brown. "What the hell?" I ask him, raising one eyebrow. "What?" He asks me, worried. "Your eyes just changed color." I say, confused. "You're crazy. They did not. My eyes are light brown. They always are." He says, trying to look confused. He leads me to the lunch room, and he buys my lunch. I give him a hug, and say thank you. "No problem." He says, trying not to smile. I see Taylor at a table, and sit by her. "Zoe, want to sit by me?" He asks me, nodding to a table with not very many people. "Can Taylor come?" I ask like a little kid. He nods. "She can talk to Trystin." He says, which makes Taylor blush. I finally get her to say yes, and Bryce and I walk over, hand in hand, with Taylor on the other side of me.
  6. A boy in a full out cowboy outfit is sitting down. Taylor sits next to him, and they both blush. "Hi Trystin." Taylor says. I see Josh is sitting down, and so is Bryce. I sit between them, and Josh smiles. Bryce glares at him. Josh leans over. "What's his problem?" Josh whispers. I laugh quietly, but Bryce hears me. He stands up, and storms away. Josh laughs, and I go to follow him, but Josh grabs my wrist. The look on his face tells me that he doesn't me to go. So, I sit down, and he rests his hand on mine. I blush, and dart my eyes down to my sneakers. I get up, throw my garbage away, and go back to the table. I hear footsteps behind me, and I dart around. But, when I blink, my eyes don't open, and I can't wake up.
  7. Once I wake up, I'm in a white room, covered in dirty guy clothes. A boy with brown hair, and brown eyes walks in. He walks to me, before I can close my mouth, he kisses me. He tries to be all French, but I smack him. He jumps back, but he goes back. I distract him, and kick him where it counts. He falls, and I run across the room.
  8. Two objects fall through the ceiling. One groans, and one jumps up in neon yellow shorts. "Zoe!" Taylor squeals. "Taylor!" I yell. The other object jumps up, and gives me a crooked smile. "Hi." Josh says. I give him a hug, and he blushes. We get up the trap door, and out of the house, into the woods. It must be midnight. We get into an old pick-up truck, and sit between the two. "Where are we going?" I ask him, feeling like a little kid. Josh laughs. "We're going to Oaklahoma." He says. "Why Oaklahoma?" I ask, again. "I'll tell you. We need to get to an old lady before that brown haired guy does." He says, not wanting to cause more questions.
  9. "Why do we need to get to Tyrese before Owen does?" I ask, smiling. "Because, Tyrese is from the oldest magic family. And she is the oldest magical person." He says, explaining my next question. I pout, and laugh. "Do I have a power?" I ask him. He laughs awkwardly, not knowing what to say. "We don't know. But, look in my eyes, and tell me what you see." Josh says to me, pulling over. I look into his eyes, and see purity, the truth, and least of all, lies. I say everything I see, and they look happy that they know me. I hear a noise, like a gun, and turn around. I see Taylor, gasping for air, and with a gaping hole in her neck. "TAYLOR!" I scream. Tears start streaming down my face. I see a mist come out of her mouth, and I look into her dead eyes. Again, I say what I see. "Truth. Life. Purity. Physicaly clean. And, death. Very least of all, lies. "Love." I say next. All of a sudden, I see pictures. Feel sad, happy, and excited memories all rushing into my head. I see her crush. Feel all of her pain. I dart my hands up to the sides of my head. "You ok?" Josh asks, putting a hand on my arm. I nod, but hear one more thing before the memories leave. "Remember. Use what you have. Don't leave his side. Use speed." Taylors voice says, as her body disapears.
  10. Josh starts the truck, and we drive off. "I'm sorry. I truly am." He says, about to ask a question. "But, what did you see, and feel, when she died?" He asks, sadly. "I saw her memories. Felt her pain. I felt like I was going to die." I say, crying again. We drive, and we stop at a McDonalds. "Really Josh?!?" I say as we pull up. He smiles, and orders. We drive off. "If we take any pit stops, let's go to the mall." I say, realising that I don't have any clothes. He pulls over at a mall, and we go in. Josh walks over, and grabs a guys arm. He leads him over, and takes him to me. "Zoe, this is Tyrese's nephew. Joseph, this is Zoe. You can call Joeseph Joe." Josh says to us. Joe walks off, and brings back a red head girl with freckles, and dark blue eyes. Joe moves his meduim length black hair out of his bright blue eyes. "This is my sister, Amber." He says to us. Amber and I walk over to the girls junior clothes. "Hi. I'm Zoe." I tell her. She grabs a black shirt with blue stripes against me. "I'm Amber." She says, handing me the shirt. I hold it up to her, and she keeps it. She hands me a white shirt with multi-colored stripes with forever young written across the chest up to me. I keep it. We grab a couple shirts, and head over to the jeans. I get three pairs of black ripped skiny jeans, and normal blue skinny jeans. We get her five jeans, and go to the shoes aisle. We get her three black heeled boots. And we get me three pairs of sneakers, one neon pink, one dark blue, and one red. After shoes, we go meet the guys.

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