My Bell....

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Michelle, My bell, those words go together so well, oh, my Michelle...

Staring nonchalantly off into the distance, Michelle couldn't help wondering what would happen if she did meet "Mr. Right". Would she have a sweet little love story and a fairytale wedding? She couldn't picture herself with a long gown or brides-mates, nor could she picture a man on her arm. Looking around, she couldn't help noticing a few guys, that were good looking. But really, what good looking guy would be good for her?

Dramatically sighing, she stroked her little ginger tabby kitten, Jimmy, who was resting inside her warm coat. The little tabby looked up at her with big blue-gray eyes that looked a lot like her own. The poster children of look-alike pets and owners. They were both red-heads, with big blue-gray eyes, and tiny feet.

Smirking, she knew she couldn't take Jimmy on any of the scary rides, but perhaps she could take him on a big wheel or a something else that was slow. Taking a few steps, she looked around, spotting a bench by a "Dunk a Punk" cage, one of those games where the clown insults you and you throw balls and try to get him wet.

There were hordes of people, and she quickly heard after sitting down on the cold bench, "Hey there, red-head! Carrot-top?" She tried to ignore him. "Come on, honey, you got a boy-toy? I'd bet not with that hair! What are you petting, your boob?" Michelle scowled. These guys could be such perverts. "Can I next?" There was an outburst of laughter from the crowd.

She stood up, brushing off some dirt from the back of her skirt, and the clown began saying inappropriate things. Making her way to as far as she could without abandoning the sight of the big wheel, she sat down on another bench at the base of the wheel. She looked at Jimmy and sighed.

[`kiara cherrystone ;;]

Kiara Louise Cherrystone

give up your way
you could be anything
give up my way
and lose myself
not today
that's too much guilt to pay

I left the Midnight Forest with a sigh. I exited on the side that apparently 'had no way back in', when it was kind of obvious that there was. I knew there was a way back in, I go that way a lot of the time. I just make sure nobody's watching first. I ran down the hill, jumped over some prickly bushes and came to a stop on the pavement, almost running into a random guy. 'Hey, watch it you stupid bitch!' He shouted, sticking his finger up at me. My fingers twitched by my side, tempted to grab the guns that were hidden there. Get bent, Grandad, you watch where you're going next time. He wasn't really old at all though, but I was a lot younger. A year nine, fourteen years old. I twirled around and started off down the street, not knowing where I was going, that's when I was tapped on the shoulder. I groaned, turning around, and saying, I told you to get ben- Crap. Oh... Nervous giggle, Hello, Officer.

Glaring down at me was a tall, muscular, mean-looking policeman. I shrunk back, wincing. I must be in huge trouble... He kept glaring at me, 'What's your name, Miss?' He growled. I shuddered, Who wants to know? I asked, returning the glare. 'Don't speak, or look at me like that, young lady,' He spat. Haha, young lady, who does this guy think I am? I won't bow down to him and cry. I didn't speak, and my facial expressions didn't change, so he carried on. 'What makes you think you can talk to a person like that? Especially when you don't know them!?' I rolled my eyes, sighing. What makes him think he can talk to me like that? Here we go again, he grabbed my arm, ready to drag me down to the police station, but I pulled back, and broke away. I'm not going anywhere with you. My parents always told me not to talk to strangers! See ya!

I tore off at my fastest speed down the path, the man shouting after me, trying to keep up. I tried confusing him by going around every single corner I came to, and it seemed to be working. I came to the entrance of the theme park and slid in, catching my breath quickly and joining a crowd, walking to the front and seeing a clown. I hate clowns. They really get on my nerves. He started shouting things to a red-haired lady who was sat on the nearby bench. I'm sure I knew her from somewhere, I just couldn't think... The clown kept screaming offensive things to her, until eventually she moved and the crowd broke up. I stayed there though. I had something to do first...

I turned around, pulling the poison I always carried out of my pocket and smiled, looking around for a stall. I couldn't see any... Oh there was one over there! I ran up to it and stole some candyfloss in a bag on the edge of the counter, then returned to the spot, I was before, turning around again, pouring the poison onto it and looked at the clown, smiling even more. I threw the bag over to it and then acted all idiot-like and childish. Whoops, I threw the wrong thing, can I have that back, please? Silence for a few seconds, 'Not likely!'

It started eating all of my candyfloss and I grinned, and the clown started to look a little... Weird. After a few seconds it started gasping for air. You should do as you're told, you stupid thing, always watch out for girls like me; though it doesn't really matter now, you're gonna die anyway. It's a shame really... Not! Enjoy your death! I laughed, Let me know what it's like to die, and say hi to my parents for me!

My first murder. Wow, I felt nothing. No guilt, no sadness, no regret. So cold hearted, so sly. I walked away, innocently over to the woman who was being laughed at and sat down next to her. That's when I knew who it was... That teacher, Miss Cortette!

Are you okay, Miss? I asked, smiling sweetly and putting on the 'I don't know what happened' act on.

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Words: 711
Outfit: lewk at ze pic.
Lyrics: the last song i'm wasting on you - evanescence
Notes: finally. x] kiara's a nasty person :l

[fog]

Michelle hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings. She hadn’t been paying attention to anything around her. She had just been thinking of life as it used to be, and the only thing she had been paying attention to in current life was Jimmy. Michelle, in short, was thinking about hockey.

She missed talking in fluent French-Canadian, she missed fooling the petty tourists that came to Canada. Yes, they all could speak some English, but what was the point? Now Michelle was trying to focus on learning to speak English better, but she still thought and dreamed in French. She missed talking about hockey to her friends, she missed the long trips to Toronto or the weekends at Lake Ontario or Niagara Falls. She missed talking about Wayne Gretzky and how hockey used to be when no one wore helmets or mouth guards. She missed giggling to her friends about her mother’s fan-girl obsession with Bobby Orr. She missed going to see the various guys that won the Stanley Cup and brought it home for the day. She missed hockey all together. She felt as though she was isolated from everything on this island, now.

She gasped as she looked up, seeing the student that had spoken to her. Jimmy clawed his way out of her jacket, curious to see the speaker. The girl she saw seemed to be gothic, and wearing too much eye liner in Michelle’s view. “Il semble que oui, Il est juste son travail.” She said, simply, still thinking in French about hockey and such. “Oh!” She said, remembering where she was. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just his job.” She said, not repeating the translation exactly.

“Je vous ai vu auto-“ Yet again, Michelle forgot where she was, but she stopped herself. “Have I… seen you someplace?” She managed in broken English. “Do you go to the school?” She said, not quite sure how to pronounce academy in English. Of all the languages, why English? It was so hard, with it’s unheard letters and such.

[`kiara cherrystone ;;]

I almost died myself when Miss Cortette started speaking in French to me. Oh God, I was hopeless with languages, I can't understand a word of French, never have, never will. I should have just left her and the clown alone, and just gone off and done something else. Did she even understand my English? What am I going to do now..?

I stopped freaking out when she spoke in English. I bit my lip when she said it was only his job, but she was fine and that's okay... Right? Why do I always do the wrong thing to help people? I hurt someone to make someone else happy but they're not happy because I hurt the other person... I'm so bad at this stuff, I should leave these things as they are and walk away. But I don't. I just go on and do the wrong fucking thing, don't I!?

It's not his job anymore... I muttered, looking at her cat, trying not to reach out and stroke it.

I closed my eyes, cringing when she started off in French again, obviously forgetting where she was. But this time she stopped herself. She asked me if she'd seen me some place before. Her English was all cracked. I didn't mind; I could understand what she was saying. I smiled and nodded.

You might have seen me around school, yes. I'm a year nine. My name's Kiara... Kiara Cherrystone.

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Notes: sorry this post is a little very crappy. i've left you waiting for this post, so i decided i'd try. :l

[fog]

Looking at the student, she tilted her head, sucking in her cheeks. "Prenez-vo-... Sorry." She said. It was a long time, then, after she spoke, before she spoke again. She was trying to remember the right words, the right pronounciation. She was really unsure, and hadn't learned how to pronounce many of these words yet. There was no use for them before, and now it seemed life was unbearable not being able to speak English. In Canada, French was the majority. She felt like quite a loner. "Are you in..." She pronounced carefully, pausing. "Any of my classes?" She asked, her English cracked and broken, her accent fading the correct pronouciation.