To Be Listened To

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by *arimay (01), Nov 8, 2010.

  1. To Be Listened To
    By: Arimay
    Type Of Book: Love Story (fiction)

    Note From the Author:
    I beg of all of you to not post here, that's all I ask. I don't care if you threaten me on other threads, my wall what so ever. Just please, don't post here. It's unkind and rude.
    Thank-you
    I'll make a feedback thread soon.
    - Arimay


    Chapter One~

    I stared at the pink blossoms by my room window of our new home. I sighed, I hated it here. I was in a while new country, France. I had moved from The United States just a while ago, leaving all my friends, all my cousins, aunts and uncles and our wonderful home that was much, much more comfy than this old place. I watched as stong men lifted our fernature in our home than walked back out wiping their foreheads taking the dripping sweat off. I walked to a small wall built up by some pretty bricks that were covered in pink blossoms, I sat here and watched the men move more fer nature in our home. I sighed again than pulled out my iPod touch searching for something to do. Of course, I couldn't get a signal for wifi. I was stuck in the most boring place ever officially.
    "Andrea! Come here, I need help moving the couch!" mom had yelled from inside. I walked inside staring at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling it was my first time seeing this place. The reason I knew where my room was because earlier mom had pointed it out from outside.
    "Common! Don't just stand there!" she said I was ready to push her out the window at this point. Why did we have to move here anyway and make me leave everything? Oh, right. Because you wanted big changes. I rolled my eyes thinking about it than helped her move the stupid couch.
    "There? Are you happy?" I said turning on my attitude.
    "Don't be such a grump!" she yelled.
    "Why can't I, face it mom! You toke everything away from me and I'll never forgive you!" I screamed. I didn't think I was being over dramatic, I was ticked off. Just because you want to go somewhere else doesn't mean you move there and ruin your fifteen year old daughters life. I walked down our driveway.
    "Andrea Gilford where are you going!" she screamed.
    "Away from you! I hope I get lost!" just when I thought she was about to run up and strangle me she stomped her foot and said fine. I started to cry than pulled out my iPod when I came to some public places. I soon got wifi and was able to text my best friend Alice. I sat there all day just talking to her, I miss that.
     
  2. I agree with mike...

    Lol


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  3. Hun don't listen to anything nasty anyone has to stay. I don't know why but these forums seem filled with bored little kids who enjoy being nasty.

    A piece of advice though.. This isn't the place for posting stuff you've put your heart into.. Unless you want it ripped to shreds.
    Keep doing what you do, as long as it makes you happy nobody else's opinions matter x
     
  4. Your 11...... Wat do u know about a 15 year olds life?