READ FOR ANNABETH

Chatterbox: Inkwell

READ FOR ANNABETH

READ FOR ANNABETH C!!!!!

~~~~~~~

okay so it is I Annabeth C I'm writing a story with Erza, she wasn't here long, but it's on a different website that we use for school (we go to the same school) anyway I'll update daily one to four pages at least per day hopefully more, anyway feel free to post a charrie just have the name age personalaty and appearence you can make up anything else, like what super power they have (they don't have to have a super pawer they can be normal if you want. but anyway here is the first page to a story I call.....When in Doubt Have Your Brain Hacked by a Demon!

 

`       Chapter 1

`        Cathryn 

My summer reading sits next to my computer completely blank, it’s not that i didn’t read, It’s simply about stupid time. Who has enough time to write down every book they read, every minute? Having my mother hover over me (literally) 24/7 reminding me to practice. Witch if I may add, is quite annoying.

Tomorrow would be my first day at my new high school, because of some explosion mishap that I had practically nothing to do with.  They would never know exactly what happened to that bus, what a shame for them.  But I digress.

“Cathryn, do you have everything? Did you get more note books at the store?” My mom says opening my door without knocking. I simply nod through my headphones, as I furiously scribble random book titles and minutes. I heard my mom tisk, through a stopping point in You found Me, by the fray.

At around 10:40 pm I finish with every possible thing that could be done before tomorrow, I fall into bed not caring enough to get out of my regular clothes.

~oOo~

“Shoot! How could you do this? Do you want me to fail? To make a fool of myself?” I silently scold my brain. I was so tired last night I must have forgotten to set my alarm. I quickly stuff any necessities into my bag and, ‘brush’ my hair, I put it up in a ponytail, so it was less of a mess, and stuff a stick of spearmint gum into my mouth. “Dad! I’m leaving!” I yell walking out the door, I don’t hear nor wait for a response. As usual my bus stop is in the most awkward place, ever. I stop in front of a tall blue house dreading, but knowing what was going to happen.

“Cathy? Is that you?” Percy Valdez, a tall boy with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes, walks up to me.

“The one and only,” i say back


submitted by Annabeth c
(February 20, 2017 - 10:14 pm)

TOP TOP TOP

submitted by Annabeth c
(February 21, 2017 - 2:12 pm)