Stereotypical Plot-Line;Volume One

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l Stereotypical Plotline
l A novel by gothGirl12
l Comments and Constructive Criticism welcome
l Summary Quote: "I'm never going to make it. I am
l definitely not made for this stuff. I’m
l never going to see my brother again, or my
l dogs, or my Mom or Dad or any of my friends- well the
lthree or four that i actually have...The last thing i see
l before fainting like a total wuss is Snape
l frowning at me, the first thing he’s done besides
l stare at me so far."
l Character Pictures:
l Max x
l Swiss x
l Gabriella aka Cinders x
l Snape x
l Katie aka Bambi x
l Chapters:
l 1
l 2
l 3
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Chapter One

Its dark in the house, the only light coming from a small desk lamp's bulb in an upstairs room. In that room sits a girl, tears streaking down her face as she sits on a bed covered in a faded blue sheet. Her throat is hoarse from yelling, her door splintered from being slammed over and over again. She is alone. Alone in the house that is dark, except for one light. Her father left to drive to the city, claiming he needed a break from the family. She knows he's never coming back. Her mother is sitting in the neighbor's kitchen, crying as she talks to her friend about family troubles. Her brother and the dogs have gone to her grandmothers house. The girl is all by herself in the house that is dark except for one light with no father, and no mother, and no brother, and no dogs....and no love.
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Mom and dad fought again today, and as always they somehow dragged me into it. I don't even remember what they were fighting about. But they're always fighting about something. Whether it be over what we're having for dinner that night or who's turn it is to pay the bills. Its like i'm living with two over sized children. My brother doesn't count, because i haven't seen him since last week, when he came and took the dogs with him to live at Grammy's house. He hates our family. Calls it broken, chaotic, a freak of nature that shouldn't exist. I'm used to him using words like that. Ever since he turned fifteen last year he's tried to sound more grownup, more responsible, more intelligent. But i think we all know that i'm the smartest one in this house. Or at least the only one that's entirely sane.
Sighing, i scrub at my eyes with the sleeve of my old blue sweatshirt, eyes that stopped crying a long time ago, and now are just red and puffy. As i slide off my bed, my feet make a low thudding sound on the worn wooden planks that make up my floor, and i wince. Its seemingly the loudest sound i've ever heard, due to the fact that i'm alone. I don't mind being alone, in fact i prefer it to the screaming and crying that seems to make up my entire world when it comes to being around my family. My bare feet slowly take me across my room, thumping quietly against the wood. They take me out the hall, down the stairs, through the kitchen, and out into the backyard. Before me stands an army of trees, tall and gaurdian like in structure. I don't consider myself a tree hugger, but i love these oaks.
Over the years they've hidden me from swearing fathers and threatening mothers and unsteady brothers. As i hop down off the porch, a slight breeze lifts strands of my long brown hair, and i glance up. There aren't any stars that i can see, only dark grey clouds and the hazy outline of the moon. My feet hit the overgrown grass and i look back down at the trees, slowly making my way towards them. I'm tired, so very tired, but i don't want to sleep in that house. As i enter the ranks of oaks and dogwoods, i smile slightly. Just being here makes me feel so much happier than i am anywhere else. Goosebumps run over my legs as a slightly stronger breeze speeds past me, making me regret wearing shorts.
As i catch sight of the familiar weeping willow were i built my tree house a few years back, i break out into a jog, going faster and faster as i get closer and closer. Suddenly a deer leaps into my path, and to avoid it, i turn and rush into a group of bushes covered in brambles. I have such momentum already that when i crash into the bushes i keep going for a few seconds before stopping, hissing in pain at the scratches that now cover my arms and legs.
"Stupid Deer!" I shout after the buck as it bounds away into the unkown, beginning to fight my way out of the bush. When i pop out of the foliage and into a clearing, i frown. I don't know this section of the woods, and i don't know how i got here either. The only part of the woods i know is the familiar well-worn path to my tree house.
"Why today, of all days?" I grumble, sitting on the lush grass that covers the floor of the clearing. A few dandelions sway in the wind that doesn't seem to want to let up, and i pluck them angrily, pretending their my "family" and im tearing them out of my life. I hold the tattered weeds in my hand for a minute, then drop them, feeling no need to keep holding on.
"Now what? I've got no idea where i am, or how to get home..." I sigh, lying back on the grass. The clouds above me are starting to fade away, and i watch as the stars and moon begin to come into focus. Eventually, i fall asleep to the smell of dewy grass and the spring breeze...........My eyes shoot open. I'm in a seemingly endless wheat field, the golden plants brushing against my waist as i begin to walk. The sky above me is a pale orange color, like the color of the orange ice cream my mom binge eats whenever she's at the neighbors house after a fight with my dad.
As if on cue, i hear my mom start crying in the distance. An overwhelming urge to find and comfort her takes hold of me, and i break into a run. Somehow i've changed into a long black dress, like the one i wore at my grandfather's funeral. The sky starts to darken into a crimson color, and the wheat begins to die. I trip on the moldy dirt that grinds into my still bare feet, and i go sprawling, my face landing in the dirt. Lifting my head, i listen as my mother's cries grow louder. A rain of blood begins to fall around me, and the ground sizzles at its touch. The rain burns me to, and i scramble to my feet and begin running again, trying to escape it. In the distance i spot a weeping willow tree i can take shelter under, and i run, blood dripping from sharp cuts on my legs and arms. I can clearly hear my mother wailing now.
"Why Katie? Why? Why not me instead God? She had so much to live for...why!?" My name on my mother's lip sends a surge of adrenaline through me and i sprint on, reaching the willow tree in seconds. My mother sits on the ground, sobbing, her blonde hair matted with dirt and red water. She's gripping a gravestone, and as i take a step closer, i realize its mine. A sudden pain in my side sends me stumbling backwards, and i fall into a hole that has suddenly appeared in front of me. I fall and fall until i hit the ground, and my eyes fly open again.
"Geez Swiss, there was no need to kick her." A slightly husky soprano voice reaches my ears as i slowly sit up with a groan, clutching one hand to my side. Sleep still clouds my vision, and it takes me a few tries to clear the haze so i can actually see. A girl and three boys stand in front of me, all of them holding guns. I let out a terrified scream, throwing up my hands in front of my face and scooting away as quickly as i could. The girl quirks one eyebrow at me, as though my reaction was a little overdoing it.
"What? Are we seriously that gross? I should have taken a bath this morning..." The blonde boy mutters, shoving his hands int the pockets of his grass-stained jeans. I shake my head, and point one quivering finger at the weapons they hold in their hands.
"Oh those? Those are water guns, idiot." The other blonde says, smirking. Holding up his, he shoots.

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So. That's chapter one. What did you guys think? To bloody? To short? Bring on the hailstorm!

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