Out of the story[[Catcher and the Rye]]

I finished the catcher and the rye book, and right now, I hate it. It put all these crazy thoughts inside my head about death. 10 mintues ago, my father came in the house crying, which it completely something new for me. I haven't seen my father cry since my Uncle Mike died, and still it didn't even compare to the type of crying he was doing, he called me and my brother up, and asked us to put away the groceries. I keep asking him what was wrong, but he kept replying "Are you serious?" My father is a strong man at heart, and a amazing person, who puts people in front of himself. I had no idea what the hell was going on. Finallyy he broke down, which was something also completely new to me. His best friend passed away. He knew him since he was seven. SEVEN. Seven years old. Mind you my father is 48 right now. This man who passed away was one of my father closest friends. It's so weird, I can not explain to you the way I am feeling right now, I was not close to him like some of my other father friends, but the weird part is that. He was over my house last week. That is whats getting to me I guess. The fact that this man stood in my house alive. talking to my father, and he isn't there anymore. GONE. For some odd reason, all I could think about was that damn Catcher and The Rye book. Not the fact that my dads best friend just died, or the fact the my father was crying, but the book. Death. everything is rasing through my head right now. I don't know what is wrong withh me.

Chapter 5: Some type of words.

Chapter 5: Some type of words.
I caught myself thinking about things I haven't thought about in a while. My father for one. My father died when I was fifteen, I am now eighteen, his death happened suddenly, one day he was there, and then he wasn't. When he died, I can tell you I didn't understand, he was there yesterday. It thought it just was a bad magic trick that nobody enjoyed, or a missing puppy. My mother kinda went overboard with his death, she started doing drugs, sleeping with every man possible, abusing her roles as a mother basically. I know it broke her more than it broke me. She feel in love with my father when she was twelve and he was sixteen, I can't really understand how you could fall in love at the age of twelve, when I was twelve, I didn't even know what that word meant. I honestly don't even know what love is now. I couldn't shake these damn thoughts out of my head. I haven't thought of these thoughts forever. Each and every class seem to drag along another horrid memory about shit I didn't want to be thinking about. I just feel asleep in the rest of my classing trying to drown out everything.
“Time to go home.” I heard Devon's voice linger into my ear. I open my eyes and see her and Ace hovering over my lifeless body.
“Come on, time to go home.” She repeated, as if I didn't hear her the first time. I pushed my chair back slowly hitting Aces shoe. I turned around and looked at him, he closed his eyes and shot me this big cheesy smile and moved farther back.
“OK OK. I am ready.” I moved slowly off the chair and put my book bag strap around my shoulder. Devon, Ace and I walked out of the school building, I slowly carried myself behind them.
“Wanna come over my house Elizabeth?” Devon asked turning back, showing off her glossy white teeth.
“Uh, I think I should go home.”
“Are you sure?” Ace jumped into the conversation. I looked at Ace, and thought about it again.
“Uh, why not, I gotta be home at five though.” He smiled, looked straight again. We began walking down some street, which was covered with trash. My old neighborhood was worse, I remember walking to school, finding needles and baggies. Even though this was dirty, it was cleaner than what I was used too. We walked through the park, walking over the green grass, passing the swings, then exiting from the other side.
“My house is right there.” Devon pointed. Her house was across the street from the park, and around the corner from mine.
“You live right around the corner from me.” I said, fixing the strap of my bag on my shoulder.
“Cool.” Ace interrupted, nodding his head up and down. I smiled and we continued walking to her house. Their house looked superior compared to mine, it was a brick building with four glass windows at the center of the house, and two smaller ones at the top. The door was a pearl white color, that glistened, when the sun hit it. It had a porch, with four chairs and a table, also the same color as the door. We walked into the house, the interior was just about as amazing as the front of the house. They had cream color couches, which matched the color of the walls. Highly updated electronics. Beautiful carpeting, paintings hung all around the walls. This house looked like it was meant to be owned by some billionaire.
“Take a seat, you are acting like you never been in someones house before.” Ace said, hanging his book bag on the wall.
“I have never been in someones house that looked like this, it's so beautiful.” I looked around once more and took a seat. My other friends houses, were infested with roaches and mice. When I looked at the walls, there wasn't paintings and happiness there was death. My old friends didn't care though, about there living situations. They walk around with a fly swatter and kill them, I didn't live in a decent house, but I would never allow someone in if my house look that.

Chapter 4: La la Land

Chapter 4:
La la Land
I couldn't explain where I was at right now, the ground was cover with a coat of glossy white snow and each of the thousands of trees were in full bloom. A long road stretched out in front of me, it felt as if it was pulling me along. I looked around, and was completely astonished by the fact at this abnormal place, it couldn't be real, trees can not be in full bloom in the winter. I questioned my sanity, and began walking down the road. I looked at into the sky and seen the sun blazing down a pond me. Where the hell am I? I asked myself repeatedly. This has to be a dream, there is no way that this could be real, but it honestly felt real, I could feel like freezing cold wet snow leaking into my shoes and beginning to make my feet unbearably cold and the cool breeze that was just right hitting my face, and the hot sun burning the top of my head. I stopped, and looked around once more. From the corner of my eye I seen someone behind one of the various trees surrounding me.
“Hello?” I asked, moving slightly closer, to the tree I spotted the person at.
“Hello?” I repeated, no reply, I began walking faster, I got to the tree and looked around and seen nothing. I looked at the ground and seen footsteps. I began getting scared, this is just a dream, just a dream. Something told me told me follow the footsteps, so I began to. A long line of footsteps I followed to this huge tree, had to be the biggest out of the rest. The footsteps disappeared, I looked and into the large tree, the sun blinded my view, I used my hand to cover my eyes, I seen something large and before I could even get the thought of running into my head, it pounced on me and held my neck so tightly I couldn't breathe, he was gripping my head with his other hand and had it forced into the freezing snow. The shadow tilted his head and let loose of my neck enough for me to catch my breathe again. This thing was wearing all black, with a face mask off, he pulled off the top part revealing his eyes, the darkest shade of green eyes were piercing into my being, the darkest shade of green eyes were about to kill me. I closed my eyes and gasp.
“What time do you get to sleep at night Elizabeth?”
“What?” I said, barely able to talk. I pulled my head up, wiped my face with my sleeves, and stared at Devon.
“Were you having a bad dream darling? You were talking to yourself.” she said, pulling her bag strap over her shoulder.
“No, more on the lines of creepy.”
“What was it about?” she asked in such a weird tone.
“A man stole my chocolate bar, and he wouldn't give it back, so I kicked him in his nuts, and he turned into this big gooey boogie monster, so creepy.”
Devon shot me this terrified look and walked out the class with Ace following her, without looking back to make sure I was coming.

Honestly I rather have not told her my dream, I am very secretive, I like my privacy, I don't feel the need of everyone know the “whole” Elizabeth, I rather them assume and be completely wrong, I don't care what people think about me, and thats why I choose to stay quiet, they don't know, they guess, they're wrong, plain and simple. I learned a while ago to stay quiet, being a stupid teenager wanting to talk certainly didn't help my situation out. I was fifteen walking home from school, and I seen this dead bird, this bird had to be dead for a good three days, I couldn't stop staring at it, his wing was completely torn off and laid about three inches away from the body. I was so amused, all the children who walked by me stared and giggled but I didn't care, I wanted to know how this bird died, what places this bird had flown, did it have a family? I wanted to know, so being me, I ran home, I got an empty shoe box, and ran back, I placed the dead bird into the box, and closed the box, I wrote the name Jasper on in, I thought it would be very disrespectful if this poor animal didn't have a name. Jasper seemed fitting, I brought him back to my house, and buried him in the backyard. So, about that I thought I could trust my best friend Monica, who listen and blurted out to the principal that I killed the bird and ripped of his wing and then buried him my back yard. I denied the whole thing, and tried explain my story, the school actually went to my house, and looked for Jasper. They found him. The school told my parents if they didn't get me help, that I wasn't allowed in Mercy High School again. So my parent's put me in this class on Sunday's to help children and teens with animal abuse. That was the start of my hell.

A couple of days ago Mr. Lon said something about how AP class will improve our reading and writing skills, lol! yeah, well, this story is my proof


Honestly I don't like this chapter at all, but idk, i need to write something and people need to be introdused so whatever.


Chapter 3:
Wake me up before you go go.


“Wake up, Chemistry class isn't for sleeping, it's for learning.” I felt someones hands pushing my shoulder.
“No, I don't want to wake up.”
“Elizabeth! Wake up sweetie pie” I opened my eyes to see Devon and the boy who sits next to hovering over me. I quickly sat up and wipe the droll of my face.
“Ah, there we go, hurry we are totally going to be late for the next class” I picked up my bag off the floor and slowly followed behind the two.
“Next class is,” Devon pulled out the small roster out of her pocket and examined it.
“English,” The boy said looking at his roster.
“Oh, yes,” Devon said smiling beautifully.
“Who is this.” I said throwing the strap of my bag over my shoulder.
“This is my brother Ace, sorry, I just thought you would know his name since you sit next to him.”
“I feel asleep, and it didn't look like he wanted to talk to me anyway.”
“What?” Ace interrupted.
“You didn't seem OK, with the fact that I was sitting next to you, you shot me a dirty look.”
“I did not”
“Did too,”
“Stop it you too.”
“Whatever” I pushed both of them out of my way and began walking upfront, completely forgetting that I have no idea where I am going.
“Sweet heart you have no idea where you are going.” I heard Devon say, I stopped and looked around.
“WHATEVER, can we go to class please.” Devon walked in front of me once again and lead the way. I followed her silently. We all got to the English class, and the teacher was writing his name on the board.
“Ah, nice of yous to join us, all of you go take a seat at the round table in the back.” We all staggered through the door, and walked slowly to the table as every single person eyes in the class were on us. We got to the table, and seen a tall boy with black hair sitting with his head down listing to music.
“Excuse me,” Devon said, placing her bag on the table, the boy did not answer.
“Excuse me,” she repeated it once more. Still nothing.
“Yo, dude! My friend is trying to get your attention, I know you don't want to be here, neither do we, but have some common courtesy to reply when someone is talking to you.” I said hitting the table. The boy lift his head up and looked at us like we were aliens.
“Huh?”
“Never mind,” I replied placing my bag on the floor, and taking a seat, he removed one of his earphones.
“My name is Devon, this is my brother Ace, and this is Elizabeth,” she smiled widely and took a seat.
“Uh, OK. I am Dustin nice to meet you guys.” I rolled my eyes, and placed my head down on the table and shut my eyes.
“No, no, sweetheart, no sleeping for you.”
“I wasn't going to go to sleep, I was going to rest my head.”
“Yeah, thats what they all say.”
“Whatever.” I really didn't want to go to sleep, but I couldn't control my eyes.

SPELLING ERRORS, i don't care. I am bored
so THIS IS WHAT I DO.
lol I am going to have an "A" for my journals next time, Poor Mr. Lon have to read all this crappy writing T^T





Chapter 2:
It's OK, I really don't need anything.
I couldn't take this, the crowded streets the pushing and shoving into the small doors of the school. Two entrances and everyone choose this one. I entered the school, the entrance of the school had a huge banner welcoming the children back into the school, who wants to be welcomed into this hell hole of a school, I looked around completely unaware of anything. What was I supposed to do, I don't know where anything is, I am completely lost, God, how I wish I talked to that girl.
“Need help?” Devon stood behind me, with her huge smile.
“Are you stalking me?”
“No, but I can read your thoughts and well, you need help don't you?” Read my thoughts what am I in X-MEN?
“Yes, I guess you could show me around.” I said, looking apologetically at this poor girl who keeps trying so hard to be my friend, she is going to regret it, I know she will.
“So, what is your name? Emma, Eliza, Ellie?”
“Uh, It's Elizabeth, but you can call me Liza for short, if you like.”
“No, Elizabeth will be just fine, it's a very beautiful name.”
“Thanks, your too kind” I said sarcastically, Devon grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the large hallway, and down a smaller hallway till we reached the smallest hallway I have seen.
“This is the office you need to go to.” Devon got really quiet. “Your going to have to go get your roster, I will be out here waiting for you.”
“Why don't you come with me?” I asked, still amused with the tiny hall.
“Uh, because I can't, registered students are not allowed in the registration office, it's against the rules, and I don't want to break any rules.” I gulped and hurried down the tiny hallway, which seemed to get smaller by every inch I walked. I got to the door, and knocked three times.
“Who is it?”
“Elizabeth Trotter, the new student”
“Oh yes dear, come on in.” I heard a loud click and I pushed the door open, I peaked in my head and then pulled my whole body in. The whole office had a sort of hospital feel to it, strange since this was an office, The whole place was white, the walls, the desk, the computers, the outfits, everything was consumed with white.
“Miss Trotter, here is you roster, for the first semester, everyone is getting their second roster in January, children in this school have a habit for losing things.” She giggled, and I left, I didn't feel like saying anything, I looked at my classes, and then placed the piece of paper in my pocket.
“Elizabeth, let me see, let me see!” Devon chanted as I reached into my pocket and pulled out the roster.
“Oh my, we have all the same classes together.” She let out this loud scream slash gulp thing. I didn't know that to say, but at least I will have someone to talk to even though, they may annoy me. I guess, maybe I could deal with this.
“Why aren't you aloud in the office.”
“I have no idea, its just a rule, I think it's because thats the registration office and they don't want to get the kids confused, you know?”
“I guess.”
“So where too?”
“Apparently, chemistry.” I rolled my eyes and followed Devon down the empty halls.
“Is it always this empty?” I looked down the dead hallway.
“No, no,” she answered, “it's morning time everyone is at their first period class.”
“So, I am guessing we are late?”
“You guessed correctly.”
“What do I win?” Devon opened the door to the chemistry class,
“A detention,”
“For me?” I asked baffled.“I just got into this school,”
“Oh you must be Miss Trotter, and what about you Miss Leah?” The large teacher asked hovering over his desk with what looked as if he put anymore weight on it would snap in two.
“I needed to take her to the office so she could get her classes, Mr. Mel.”
“Both of you take a seat, I will deal with you later.” I began moving for an open desk, preferably next to Devon.
Chemistry and me didn't get along, I don't like chemicals and basically anything to do with math, this would be my second time taking this class, I failed it last time because I refused to do any work, I am never going to be able to pass this class. I am going to need some sort of tutor or something.
“Miss Trotter over there,” He pointed to the far back table in the corner of the class with a boy staring out of the window, with his eyes glued on something out there. I walked slowly with my head down to the back table, making sure I didn't trip and land on something that me and my mother couldn't afford to replace. “Miss Leah over there.” I heard Mr. Mel say as I pulled myself onto the stool still looking at the floor. The boy next to me didn't know I existed right now, he had his sights on something better, I tried to look sneak a peek on what this boy was looking at but no luck. Nothing but trees and grass.
“Mr. Octavian, pay attention, you need to pass this class.” I know I am not going to like this class, not one bit. The boy next to me shook his head and glanced my way. I just looked up to Mr. Mel who began teaching something about organisms. His long pony tailed hair swung across his back as he talked, and had sweat profusely coming out of his creamed color shirt. I looked over to see if I could find Devon, she was sitting in the same back row as me, talking to the boy that Mr. Mel had placed her next too. I am not going to have anyone to talk to in this class. I laid my head on the desk and drifted away.

OKK! I just realize what I want my blog to be... well, i really don't care but W.E
I am going to write a short story YAY ME. lol First chapter yay!







Just for a moment things were fine, I actually got a taste of what it felt like to be a teenager, but you can say that things changed quickly, fast enough to change my everything, and now I am lost.


Chapter 1:
This whole new "Let's start over" thing is getting on my nerves.


“Eliza, wake up now!” I could here a distant voice coming from the bottom of the steps, and lingering through my door and into my ears. I rolled over, and motioned off the bed. “I'll be down in a second.” I said, grunting at the sunshine that entered my room and blazed into my eyes. Today was the being of a new day, I guess you could say I would rather be sleeping forever then opening my eyes and dealing with another day in this household. I walked over to my closet and grabbed out a some clothes, and walked into the bathroom, and put them on, I brushed my hair, and my teeth, and unwillingly walked down the steps of hell.
“What the hell, why does it always take you for hours to get dressed for school?”
“Mom, I am not in the mood. Just please leave me alone.”
“Leave you alone? I have the right to be up your ass, I am your mother.” I rolled my eyes, and I walked away from my her, I grabbed my bag that was hung next to the door and walked out. I didn't like living with her, my mother would never understand me. I don't think anyone would actually understand me, ever. Today was my first day in this hell, I had to move from Leah a small town that accompanied six, and moved to this shitty place called Malksville, with a population of six billion, I wasn't ready for something like this. My mother decided to move because of my abusive alcoholic father who repeated tried to AA classes became more then just an alcoholic, he became a drug dealer, and I guess my mother could take the beatings but she couldn't take the drugs.
I walked slowly down the street, staring at my feet. Each foot gliding in front of the other one. The school wasn't far from here, and it was to early for me to even dare to enter school. I seen a park from the corner of my eyes, I slowly looked up and noticed that no one was in it. I walked over and quietly took a seat on the swing. I placed my book bag on the ground and began staring at my feet again.
“Hello there,” I heard a quirky voice say, I look up and notice a short girl, with long brown hair with red highlights flowing in front of her face, beautiful green eyes and the hugest smile on her face.
“Can I help you? Are you lost?” I asked, staring at her.
“No, are you?”
“I have been lost since I moved here.” I said rolling my eyes.
“Are you? Where do you need to go? I have lived here since I was a young child I can help you.”
“I am not lost, I was being sarcastic.” She took a seat next to me on the swing.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Well, it looks like I am trying to swing.” she gripped on the the chains and began kicking her feet out and swinging.
“Why are you bothering me?”
“Am I bothering you?”
“Yes, you are bothering the hell out of me.”
“Well, didn't you just move here?”
“Yes, but that doesn't explain the reason why you are bothering me.”
“Well, I live down the street from you,” She began getting higher and my head followed her body as the swing took it back it forth, it look as if I was being hypnotized.
“And I am totally a nice person, and I was just wondering if you needed a friend, well, I know you need a friend you look pretty lonely.”
“I am not lonely,” I look down at my lap.
“Well, my name is Devon?”
“Leave”
“Leave? What kind of name is that.” she replied, using her feet to stop herself from swinging.
“Leave me alone!” I grabbed my bag and walked away from her.”
“Why are you being so mean? I am just trying to be your friend.” I stopped, and turned around.
“I am not a friendly person, you better steer clear you wouldn't like being my friend, trust me.” I began walking, I hit the end of the playground, I pulled out my phone and looked at the time.
“New Town, new experience.” Devon said, I just keep walking.