Author: FashionInc21 PM
Viola Captue is caught in the Michell High School Massacare with her friends Charlie Derotti, Lacey- Dee and James Culturne. The Shooters are her cousins. What would you do in her posision? Rated T for violence and swearing.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Tragedy - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,584 - Updated: 02-16-13 - Published: 01-23-13 - id: 3094658
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Glee, American Horror Story and Big Bangs!
I felt anger boiling up inside of me as he said the words.
"YOUR SUCH A NARSISISTIC ARSE!" I shout at him.
"I'M THE ARSE, YOUR THE ONE WHO TOLD YOUR MOTHER SHE WAS A WHORE AND YOU WISHED YOU'D NEVER MET ME!" He stared at me. I stared at him for a minute before I slapped him, hard, in the face. He went flying backwards into the wall.
"What the hell?" He yelled.
"Sure I said something but I didn't try to stab my mother!" I shouted at him. We were both getting out of control now. I kicked a punched and piched, pricked. He was throwing things into the door I was currently 4 inches away from.
One 'accidently, on purpose' hit me in the shoulder bone. I heared a crack and I fell to the floor. Once I could register what'd just happened, I looked at him. He had his hands over his mouth in guilt. I got up ran to the kitchen and picked up a vase. I'm determined to get him back. Make him feel guilty. More guilty then ever.
I threw it at him which he blocked with his hands, but it failed and smashed into his hands. Then I saw pitch black flashing back and forth to him and then the ground.
When I woke there he was at the end of my bed. Someone was talking to him. He has blonde hair, like Peta from the HG, (Don't own HG or Peta) he also has bright green eyes that have actually changed colour over the years. He is quite pale aswell. His name is Charlie and has been my friend for 16 years now. We'd just been at his sister, Alice, 's house. His mother was there and made tons of snap judgments about his job. He's a GP, while his mother wants him to be 'a proper doctor' but I'm happy about what he does. And he's 16. :)
I'm Viola and I have light brown hair and brown eyes that don't shine like his but Charlie says they glimmer to him. I have darker skin then him. I don't know why but I have a feeling its this tan I get after being under the sun for at least two minutes. And in Los Angeles it's quite hot ALOT. We've been friends as I'd said for 16 years which is both or ages. I was an accident and I know it as my mum never ever knew wh my dad was. A drunken one night stand. I have my up sides though. I'm amazing at maths and English. And many other subjects as you can tell I'm terrible at citizenship. Who isn't!
I have one little sister and one elder brother who would do anything I wanted for me. He's a sweetheart. I'm a receptionist at the place where he's a GP. I don't speak to my mother but I speak all the time to my brother. My little sister stays with him in California. But he can never bring her to see me as she hates traveling by car. She'll last twenty minutes then get clostrophobic and halfway jump out of the car. We can't risk that. It wouldn't be fair on her.
Or on him listening to her mumbling about why car rides are so long. I realised he saw me and he came up to me appoligising deeply. I took the time to register my surroundings and people surrounders.
I was in my own bedroom. Nothing new then. The person looked like a home nurse so I suspect she is. I remember we had the fight on Saturday and its Monday morning. Which means school/ university.
"What the flibbering hell is going on?" I muttered smiling at Charlie.
He continued to appoligise, until I grabbed his hand and lightly stroked his palm with my thumb.
"I'm fine. I just need to man up and get up and go to school I guess" I say letting go of his hand.
"Nothing goes right when we fight. I don't want to anymore okay. Never again" Charlie tells me.
"You can't be best friends without fighting" I say. He smiles.
"Yeah well... I think we've had so many fights I can't even count!" Charlie says to me.
"I can theres been seven. Thats it no more." I reply to him.
"Anyway get ready schools in an hour" He says then walks off. I get up and the home- nurse leaves without a trace.
I dressed in a simple Miss Selfridge Paris Jumper, Burgundy Shaper Skinny Jeans, Madison Harding Hurley Wedge shoes and a Warehouse Double Buckle Jacket. ( All from Polyvore)
I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Carefully I walked past all my clothes as with my shoulder I cannot slip. Then stupidly I changed. Into a Denim non- strap Playsuite with cross tights and the same shoes as before. And the jacket too. Its was plain desision to change to but I always have to look like... me or Charlie'll have a go at me forcing me to change into something like... Me. :)
I walked into our kitchen and found him watching the flat screen TV in there. Big Bang Theory is his favourite programme its also mine apart from Glee and American Horror Story. (I donnot own Glee, AHS or BBT)
"Hey" I say as soon as he sees me. He waves as he has toast in his mouth.
"What you watchin' Charlie Dettori" I say in a really annoying voice.
"The DVD box set you got for your birthday. American Horror story one not the three Glees" I nodded.
"Kay! Whats for dinner so I know what to expect?" I ask him after a moment.
"My most famous pasta and whatever's in the fridge OR we go down to our Tuesday hang out. Roxy's"
"Well not my cousins as you KNOW what happened last time! And I'm missing out on when you finally admit your Itallian everytime" I smile smugly at him.
"Okay anyway we gotta go now" He says. I grab what I think is my keys and look for my bag.
"Hey Charlie have you seen my bag?" I shout to him. He replys with a no and I he asks me what it looks like.
"You've seen it a thousond times" I yell.
He comes over with my white Michael Kors Tonne Pebbled Leather Hobo Bag ( On Polyvore)
"This bag" he says
"Where was it?"
"Underneath your Nina Ricci Sunglasses. Behind you" He says.
"Smart-arse" I say grabbing my bag and taking the sunglasses from behind me.
I walked out the door waiting for him and putting on my sunglasses. I'm by the gates when I see my best friend in the entire world Lacey- Dee. People call her Sandra- Dee as she's VERY innocent.
"Hi Vi" She says coming over to me.
"Where's Charlie?" She asks then becoming silent as she sees him.
"There" I say.
My phone rings Hometown Glory but the version James Arthur (Don't own Song or artist or original Artist Adele) loudly.
"Is it HER?" Lacey asks. I shake my head. She means the school bully she knows my number for some unknown reason.
"It's Roxy?" It comes out as a question and I answer.
After Roxy explains wrong number. I'm on the bus already. And just getting off.
First order of buisness is my very own Glee club. Inspired by Glee. My friend James is the leader and we all like him so when he tells us his mum and dad are getting a divorce we all let him sing one speical song. Impossible by Shontelle. None of us liked the song then he snag it and we all fell in love with it. (Don't own Shontelle or Impossible)
Then I had to go to Drama which is what I wanna do for a living. Actressing. But thats all I think of ever. Thats until I hear the bangs of a gun going off in the hall.