~Ƭɛαяƨ Ѳғ Ɖɛƨραιя~

[castielle]

~Ƭɛαяƨ Ѳғ Ɖɛƨραιя~

So Far I have written...

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five


Note: All characters are purely fictional. Also, this story is © ~ЄℓɛρнαитǤιяℓ2000~. I own this story and nobody has any right to copy it.

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Introduction:

Magenta Ally Free. The girl with three first names. Maggie has long, soft, shiny brown hair, crystal clear eyes that sparkle like diamonds, and her skin is fair even though she spends most of her time in the sunlight. She usually wears her hair in a single ponytail, and likes to wear blue denim jeans and a white tank top.

Maggie is very kind, although she is sometimes selfish. Even so, she cares for her friends immensely and would never do anything to purposefully hurt them. At least, she wouldn't if she had any friends.

Maggie is a loner at school. She is fifteen years old. No body likes her, for whatever reason, although, no modesty included, she is the prettiest girl in her grade.

She gets in trouble for no reason because of people dobbing on her when they are bored, people bully her, and all she wants is a friend. There are some people who are occasionally nice to her, but only on rare occasions. Maggie lives her life crying alot. Crying tears of despair.

Then a war comes along, making her life even worse. But what is the cause of the war? Will her life improve afterwards? Will there even be an afterwards? And if there is, will she be alive to see it?

Okay, now you've met Maggie! Chapter One will be on the following post. During this story, catch a glimpse of what it is like living in her shoes. Feedback is always appreciated!

[castielle]

Chapter One

"Magenta Ally Free, please report to the principal's office," demanded the clear voice coming over the PA. The whole class turned to stare at me. I felt the blush rising on my cheeks, and people began to laugh. My blush changed to a flush of anger. Why had I been called to the office? I hadn't done anything wrong!

I stood up and straightened my checkered uniform skirt. I tucked my hair neatly behind my ears, for I was wearing it out today. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly as I walked down the rows of desks. With my eyes closed, how could I possibly see the foot that darted out in front of me?

The next thing I knew I was face down on the floor. Blushing fiercely, I stood up again and kept my eyes peeled for anymore threatening feet.

"Maggie, are you alright?" asked my science teacher, Miss Albiemo. She narrowed her eyes in concern. I nodded quickly, trying not to draw any attention to myself, but it was already too late. The entire class was staring at me.

I hastily darted out of the room and walked down the bleach white hallways. I saw the door that was clearly labeled PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE and nervously knocked.

"Come in," I heard Mr Mickosein call. I hesitantly stepped into the office. The strong smell of disinfectant met my nose and I struggled not to scrunch up my face.

"Take a seat," he invited, staring at me cooly. I did as I was told and folded my hands in my lap.

"So, Maggie," he began. "You have been called here as I heard that you stole forty dollars from Nick Jerrison's wallet. Is this true?"
"No, of course not!" I exclaimed. "I would never steal anybody's money!"
"Well, dear, I know that Nick does lie sometimes, but that doesn't mean that you should too. Please hand over the money," Mr Mickosein said softly, as though speaking to a five year old who didn't know better.
"I told you, good sir, that I did not take it!"

The principal sighed and began a speech that droned on and on, about how I shouldn't steal and then lie to cover for myself, and how I would get in less trouble if I owned up, and all of that nonesense.

"But, sir," I said when he had finished speaking. "You do not understand. This must be another one of Nick's lies. I would never steal!"

Mr Mickosein's chubby face turned bright red in rage. His dark hair seemed to stand up on top of his head.
"Trying to shift the blame are we, Magenta?" he asked, struggling to keep from yelling. "I think that you have earned yourself a detention."

"But sir-"
"No buts! You will report to me after hours. You have broken two school rules. Perhaps you should have this." He handed me a small booklet that contained all the school rules. "Turn to page five and tell me what the first line is."

I obeyed.
"Stealing is strictly forbidden at this school. Anybody who does will be given an instant detention," I read.
"Now turn to page eight," my principal instructed. I did so.

"Lying is against these rules. If you do so you will be awarded with a detention."

"See, Maggie," the principal said. "You are lucky you do not have a suspension. I will see you after school. You are dismissed."

I got up without a word. As I walked towards the door, I shot an icy glare at the principal before opening it and returning to class.

[castielle]

Chapter Two

For the rest of the day all I could think of was the principal's words. When the final bell rang I stormed over to Nick Jerrison.

"Did you tell the principal that I stole your wallet? You know that's not true!" I exclaimed angrily. He laughed and held up his hands, as though shielding himself from my wrath.
"Woah, so what if I did? What you gonna do?" He raised a thick black eyebrow over his deep green eye.
"I'm going to get you to dob yourself in!" I yelled. "What else?!"
Nick rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah." He looked back towards his group of friends, giving them a knowing look. When he turned around I punched him hard in the shoulder. He went stumbling backwards.
"Chillax!" he commanded, and walked away with his friends. I stamped my foot in frustration. I turned and stomped loudly towards the principal's office.

I barged in without knocking. Mr Mickosein looked up at me in shock, then his gaze turned normal again. He placed a cup of coffee he was drinking back on his desk.
"Ah, so glad you could join me," he said, smiling thinly. I returned his smile with a hard stare.
"Sit," he ordered.
"I'd prefer to stand."
"Suit yourself. Just remember the option is available. You'll be writing some lines for me today."

I nodded and decided to sit down. He put a stack of lined paper in front of me.
"Write, I must not steal or lie six hundred times."
"Bu-"
"Seven hundred. Speak any more and I will continue to add."

I reluctantly began to write. And write. And write. It took me a long hour to write all seven hundred lines. When I had finally finished, I stood up and shoved the paper towards Mr Mickosein. He pulled it towards him and examined it with satisfaction.

"Thankyou, Maggie. You have served your detention. You may leave."
"Sir, I have missed my bus. My house is an hour away by driving, and towards the end of the journey there are no footpaths. Just roads. How should I get home?" I asked, hoping for a lift.
"That is not my problem. You got yourself into this mess, you get yourself out."
"If I get hit by a car I can use that sentence against you," I threatened. He lifted his gaze up to mine.
"Really? Well, I guess you will have to try very hard not to get hit, then," he said casually. "Magenta Ally Free, you are dismissed."

I grimaced, thinking of the long walk ahead of me. I stormed out of the office and ran out of the school, backpack on shoulders. I anxiously looked around the car park to see if anyone I knew was still there. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the wavy mop of blonde hair. But when she turned around I saw that it was Milli, the leader of our school's "Popular group". Her brown eyed gaze met mine and she waved. Even if she was popular, at least she was nice to me. Usually.

I walked over, smiling tightly.
"Hi Magenta," she greeted politely.
"Hello, Milli. Can you give me a lift? My bus left without me," I asked. She nodded.
"Alright then. You live on Macky Street, right?"

I nodded. I stepped into her small white car, and she followed. She cranked the engine and drove me to my house. When she parked at the end of the driveway, I thanked her and scurried up to my house. I ran and locked myself in my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed. All I could think was, Why? Why me?

[castielle]

Any feedback that anybody has on the story so far would be appreciated. ^^

[castielle]

Chapter Three

I buried my face in my pillow. One day back at school, and already I had gotten in trouble. I plugged some earphones into my ears and listened to some soft music while tears streamed down my face. I almost didn't hear the knock on my door. I raised my head and rubbed my puffy red eyes.
"Yes?" I called. Maya, my darling nine year old sister, opened the door and stepped inside.
"Maggie? Ma says dinner is ready." Maya saw the tear stains on my cheeks and hesitantly approached. "Maggie? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I smiled and sniffled. She looked at me.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded again. "Of course. Tell Ma I'll be down in a moment."
"Okay," Maya said. I tried a smile. It was thin and unconvincing. Maya shot back a quick, concerned glance at me before retreating from the room, her pale brown hair blowing in a cool breeze that was fluttering through my open window.

I switched off my iPod and went into my small bathroom. I ran my fingers through my hair which fell down to my back. I stripped down and got into the shower, smiling as the warm water trickled over my skin.

I washed my hair until it was shiny and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me. I dried my hair hastily and pulled it into a messy bun. I got dressed into some long pyjamas and examined my self with my crystal clear eyes. There were no more traces of the tears running down my cheeks.

I nodded, reassuring myself that they wouldn't know how bad my first day back at school was. I looked away from my mirror and slowly trod downstairs for dinner.

I ate my lasagna quickly, not tasting the food at all. I gathered up the dishes and turned on the tap. I scrubbed the dishes until they sparkled and placed them neatly away. I left the room without a word.

"Maggie?" my mother called up to me. I didn't respond. I pulled down the blankets on my bed and hopped in, enjoying the warmth that the blankets lent me.

As I struggled to drift off, I thought about how my day could have been. I fell into a peaceful slumber in which I imagined the perfect day at school.

I was dreaming.

I sat in my English class, fiddling with my pen. I looked up at the teacher, who was smiling kindly at me.
"Maggie, would you like to come up here and share your notes?" I nodded happily.

As I carelessly pranced up to the front of the room, no-body tried to trip me or even roll their eyes. Their gaze was glued to me. It was a gaze of admiration.

My hair swished behind me and I flicked it back over my shoulder as I reached my destination. Even Milli was staring at me in wonder. I gaze them a dazzling smile, and they literally sighed. I loved being the center of attention. If I wasn't modest at all, I was extremely pretty.

I read out my notes and watched everyone scribbling them down on their sheets of paper. I gracefully strode down the rows of seats and back to mine. When I sat down, everybody stared at me. Then I heard a blood curdling scream.

A loud BANG! filled the room and everybody squeezed under their desks. I heard a bomb drop on the school and screamed for everyone to run.

I awoke still screaming. "Run!" I screamed. "Run!"

Maya ran into my room and saw me sitting upright.
"Maggie, are you okay?" she asked anxiously. I pulled my band out of my hair and ran my fingers through it.
"Yeah, fine. Just a bad dream."
"Okay."

She left the room, knowing that that was all she would be able to get out of me. I laid back down. The dream had been so perfect. How did it turn into a war at the end?

I sighed and closed my eyes, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

[castielle]

Any comments so far?

[castielle]

Chapter Four

I awoke early the next morning and felt relief wash over me. It was a pupil free day. I ran a brush through my silky brown hair and wore it out. My crystal clear eyes had dark circles under them, and I tried to cover them up with a light layer of make-up. When I was satisfied, I got dressed into some jeans and slipped into a light pink tank top.

I looked at my clock and discovered that it was only six thirty. From what I saw from my window, the sun was beginning to dawn over the mountains. I quietly walked downstairs and slipped out of the house, being careful not to wake anybody up.

I retrieved my bike from our garage and rode down the street several times. When it was nearly eight o'clock, people began to come out of their homes and get in their cars to go to work. I swerved to the side of the road whenever cars drove past.

When people from school began to emerge from their houses, they saw me riding my bike with the streamers on the handlebars, and smirked, probably thinking,
What a baby. Still has streamers on her bike!

I cycled off the street and back to my house. I put my bike back in the garage and walked inside the house to have a quick slice of toast.

While I was crunching on the buttered toast, I walked up to my room and sat on my bed. I pulled my laptop out from under my bed and switched it on. I licked the crumbs from my fingers and typed in my username and password.

I went onto the Internet and onto the a website that contained the most recent newspaper. I read it only on the Internet, as it would be too embarrassing to be glued to the newspaper in the kitchen.

I clicked on today's date and saw the words printed in bold on the front page. I scanned my eyes over the words, my mouth forming the shape of an 'o'. How was this possible? I took the time to read over the whole article thoroughly.

World War Three On The Way?

There has been much icy attitude from most countries towards others. Many countries are preparing their guns and their bombs, and are working hard to train young soldiers.

It is believed that soon World War 3 will begin. Is this so? For more information go to our website.

I exited the article and typed in the website. I scanned it until I found what I was looking for:

You may have seen our very small article that WW3 may be underway. Information is still being gathered, but here is what we know so far:

Most countries are turning away from each other and becoming fierce enemies. Already war has begun is several countries worldwide. It is believed that soon the whole Earth will be battling each other, much like in WW1 and 2.

Experts are still trying to get more information, but it is our belief that you should be warned of the very real possibility of a war hitting somewhere close to you. In our opinions, pack a bag full of food and essential things, as well as a few special items, and make sure you have it handy. You never know when you may need to run.

This will be on the news tonight, so be sure to watch it and keep yourself updated. We will try to give you the best information possible.

Have a good and hopefully war-free day.

I gaped at the screen in disbelief. "Impossible!" I muttered. Even so, I pulled a large fabric bag from out of my wardrobe and put inside it my laptop and charger, my mobile and charger, a photograph of my family, several blankets and changes of clothes, and added alot of tins of food and bottles of water. I had gotten my mother to sew a flap on the bag ages ago, and I flipped it over now. I pressed the Velcro strips together, ensuring that the flap would stay on, and slung it over my shoulder.

I made myself promise to always keep it on, in case me and my family ever needed to escape.

[castielle]

Any feedback that anyone may have would be deeply appreciated. ^^

[Into the Sky]

This is a really good story! Would you like to have it featured on the Pen and Pencil Paper?

[castielle]

Yes, that would be wonderful, thankyou! ^^