Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 15, 2006 16:22:06 GMT -5
Heya! Since all of youse guys are making stories, I decided I shall copy you and make my own...this one of Julian and how she came to be. ^^ Hope ya'll like it...
Chapter 1-- "Mad McCauley"
What do you see me as?
Doubtless, you see what everyone else sees: Mad McCauley, her hair unkempt and her speech babbled.
Tell me, do I seem mad to you? No? I didn't think so. I'm quite sane. The lie that I am crazy probably surfaced because of the horrendous stories I tell. I am guessing that is why you are here, to find out for yourself how mysterious I really am. And you shall get your wish, but you must promise not to speak until I am finished. It is a horrible, tragic story, but it is mine.
Do you still want to hear it? Very well. I shall begin.
I didn't use to be this way.
I had a family, friends, everything a girl could reasonably want. I wasn't the most popular girl in school, yes, but I wasn't an outcast. I had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a sunny outlook on life.
Needless to say, that was a very long time ago. Oh! Here I am, rambling like the mad woman they tell me I am. So I'll start with the day the rest of my life beganNovember 11th.
They day it all began was cold, especially in Northern France, where I lived at that point. The outside thermometer read 22 degrees Fahrenheit, and dropping. Plus, to make matters worse, I was sick with the notorious flu, which clogged my nasal passages and caused my to sniff loudly every minute or so. I had been dragged out of school the previous day by my parents, as was my little brother Corey, for fear he might be sick as well.
Corey, who was seven at the time, enjoyed this very much. He got to play on his X-box 24/7 without even pretending to be sick. I thought he was a lucky little fool.
At around 8:30 on that fateful night, my mum announced that I was far to sick to make dinner, as I usually did. I was the only one in the family who could cook, and so the entire family, excluding me, left to go grab some Thai food for dinner.
I remember sitting on my daybed, reading Don Quixote and listening to my favorite radio station, bundled up in all manner of blankets and comforters. Tissues were strewn all over, victims of my stuffy nose, and a discarded bowl of Campbell's Chicken Soup lay on my bedside table, dangerously close to tipping over onto the beige carpet.
A sudden pause in the music flowing from my boom box caused me to look up. A few seconds later a click sounded, and a grainy voice spoke.
"We are sorry for the interruption, but we have just been told that there has been an accident on the A3 highway. All drivers have been told to use the A1 highway instead, as the police have closed the entire way off. That is all." Click went the radio, and the music started up again.
Click , went my serenity, and I dropped my book.
The A3 highway! Wasn't that the road my parents and Corey taken? Could they have possibly
I tugged the phone from its cradle on my bedside table. My finger was a blur as I swiftly punched in the number for my mother's cell phone.
With a shaking hand, I held the electronic to my ear and listened to the ringing emitting from it. This went on for several minutes, and each moment I listened to that by now hated sound of the ringing, my heart sank a little lower. After what seemed like an hour, I gave up. If I wanted to reach my family, I would have to do it the old-fashioned way. I rise, sniffling, and grabbed my heavy winter coat from its hook by the door. I put it on in record time, sparing a few seconds to grab a few packets of tissues and shoving them in my pockets before heading out into the freezing November night.
More to come in the next chapter of 'Silver Eyes'!
Chapter 1-- "Mad McCauley"
What do you see me as?
Doubtless, you see what everyone else sees: Mad McCauley, her hair unkempt and her speech babbled.
Tell me, do I seem mad to you? No? I didn't think so. I'm quite sane. The lie that I am crazy probably surfaced because of the horrendous stories I tell. I am guessing that is why you are here, to find out for yourself how mysterious I really am. And you shall get your wish, but you must promise not to speak until I am finished. It is a horrible, tragic story, but it is mine.
Do you still want to hear it? Very well. I shall begin.
I didn't use to be this way.
I had a family, friends, everything a girl could reasonably want. I wasn't the most popular girl in school, yes, but I wasn't an outcast. I had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a sunny outlook on life.
Needless to say, that was a very long time ago. Oh! Here I am, rambling like the mad woman they tell me I am. So I'll start with the day the rest of my life beganNovember 11th.
They day it all began was cold, especially in Northern France, where I lived at that point. The outside thermometer read 22 degrees Fahrenheit, and dropping. Plus, to make matters worse, I was sick with the notorious flu, which clogged my nasal passages and caused my to sniff loudly every minute or so. I had been dragged out of school the previous day by my parents, as was my little brother Corey, for fear he might be sick as well.
Corey, who was seven at the time, enjoyed this very much. He got to play on his X-box 24/7 without even pretending to be sick. I thought he was a lucky little fool.
At around 8:30 on that fateful night, my mum announced that I was far to sick to make dinner, as I usually did. I was the only one in the family who could cook, and so the entire family, excluding me, left to go grab some Thai food for dinner.
I remember sitting on my daybed, reading Don Quixote and listening to my favorite radio station, bundled up in all manner of blankets and comforters. Tissues were strewn all over, victims of my stuffy nose, and a discarded bowl of Campbell's Chicken Soup lay on my bedside table, dangerously close to tipping over onto the beige carpet.
A sudden pause in the music flowing from my boom box caused me to look up. A few seconds later a click sounded, and a grainy voice spoke.
"We are sorry for the interruption, but we have just been told that there has been an accident on the A3 highway. All drivers have been told to use the A1 highway instead, as the police have closed the entire way off. That is all." Click went the radio, and the music started up again.
Click , went my serenity, and I dropped my book.
The A3 highway! Wasn't that the road my parents and Corey taken? Could they have possibly
I tugged the phone from its cradle on my bedside table. My finger was a blur as I swiftly punched in the number for my mother's cell phone.
With a shaking hand, I held the electronic to my ear and listened to the ringing emitting from it. This went on for several minutes, and each moment I listened to that by now hated sound of the ringing, my heart sank a little lower. After what seemed like an hour, I gave up. If I wanted to reach my family, I would have to do it the old-fashioned way. I rise, sniffling, and grabbed my heavy winter coat from its hook by the door. I put it on in record time, sparing a few seconds to grab a few packets of tissues and shoving them in my pockets before heading out into the freezing November night.
More to come in the next chapter of 'Silver Eyes'!
