Anyone think I should change the cover? Yeah? No? Hm, just wondering!
Ermm, so I'm confused lately.
Some people are saying they like my writing style; Short and choppy - Easy to read
But others; Paragraphs are better
Confused...Very confused...
I personally like my sentences short and choppy, BECAUSE, it makes it THAT more dramatic.
Here, if you don't wanna read this, look for ***** somewhere at the bottom. Scroll on down if you don't wanna hear my lecture[:
So, people who're reading this, you guys are the awesome ones(: I give my thanks to you.
Now, on with the subject.
I don't like paragraphs that much because it goes on and on and on and it's like, "...URGH hurry up!"
So if there was a sentence you had to write, would you rather put,
A.) She was so mean, I wanted to hit her. Bitch.
OR
B.) She was so mean, I wanted to hit her.
Bitch!
See? In my opinion it's more dramatic.
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Anyways, read my little children(:
I'm gunna try to make it really funny!!! :D
Goal: 3 pages
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[Avery POV]
I was sleeping very peacefully, until my phone rang.
"URGH! Stupid phone!" I mutter to myself.
Stupid phone.
Stupid person who made the ph-...
No, I take that back. I freakin' love my phone. It's like my life-line.
Anyways, I see that it's from Kyran...
I AM SO MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW!!! SO MAD!
The text says in all caps.
Crap...
I decide to go outside and breath the fear out of me. Gosh maybe I should just go back home and take the feeling of ignorance again.
...Nah! Ian's so much more fun to be around!
I look around the cold nigh- I mean morning - but froze in place when I see a figure standing maybe about eleven feet away from me.
I yelp quietly, and hurry back into the house. I slam the door shut, lock it, and breath in and out.
I decide what to do, and it involves Ian. I scamper up the stairs, and barge into Ian's room. I see him laying his in bed, with his full pink lips open slightly. His chest was rising up and down. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. His face looked soft like vevet, but strong and squared.
The only thing that was bad about him is that if you tried to touch his cheeks, he'll probably bite or something.
Ian's blonde hair was messed up which looked really hot on him.
Gah! I'll admit he's o-kay looking, but he's a friggin' JERK!
Not my type!
"Ian! IAN!" I hiss at the guy. His window shutters were open, so the moonlight outside was beaming onto his face.
"WHAT?" Ian says, and jumps up from the bed.
Whoa that was...quick.
Ian rubs his eyes, and yawns. He then runs his hands through his hair.
Oh, of course.
"There's something watching me!" I exclaim.
I see Ian roll his eyes, and run his hands through his hair again.
Dude! You're not Prince Charming, all right?!
"Who would be watching you?" Ian spat. I roll my eyes at him again.
"I don't know! Desperate ugly people?!" I shriek. Ian groans loudly, and get's out of his damn bed. I glance over at him, and my eyes widen.
He was wearing nothing but underwear! No shirt!
I saw his...tanned six pack...
Breath Avery. Puh-lease, you've seen six packs before!...On tv! But it's okay! Don't hypervenilate! Just freak out instead and don't blush!
"Whoa! What are you wearing?!" I scream. I'm hoping he didn't hear my voice quaver when I said that...
He looks down at himself, and looks at me in confusion.
"What? Boxers!" He hisses back.
"Where's your shirt?!" I hiss.
WHY WASN'T HE WEARING A SHIRT?!
"In my closet!"
"Put a damn shirt on!"
"Where's the damn stalker, Avery." Ian growls in a low voice at me. Oh crap now he's mad.
"It's like, outside." I explain.
"Oh, like, really?" Ian mocks.
I scowl at him. Jerk.
So I pinch him as hard as I can in the arm. He doesn't even flinch, but says, "Ouch." In a sarcastic vocie.
We start to walk downstairs. My heart beats really fast, because of the stalker.
What if it like, kills us?!
Bleh I say like a lot.
This runs through my head as Ian and I are walking downstairs. Ian then opens the door, and a gust of cold wind blows through.
You should've put on a shirt. Told ya so. I say smugly in my head. I can't help but to stare at Ian's tanned stomach...Yumm....
NO!
"Wait here..." Ian whispers. I roll my eyes.
"Okay with me." I mutter, and watch Ian slowly walk towards the figure.
In his boxers.
How embarassing...
I see him walk closer and closer, and every one or two feet, he stands a little bit more straight.
When he's about four or five feet away from the dark figure, he stands up totally straight.
"GOD DAMN IT AVERY!" I hear a loud hiss from Ian.
"What? What? What is it?!" I say frantically. My heart beat was thrumming in my ears. What if it was a murderer? Or a rapist?! Or a murderer and a rapist?
TAKE IAN!! TA-
"It's a damn trash can!" He barks.
I widen my eyes, and the color red and pink swirls onto my cheeks. So I hide behind the door, and hold my breath.
Oh gosh, Ian is SO going to kill me...
"Avery?" His voice is really close to the door.
As soon as he walks through, I pounce on his back, and use my hands to choke him.
"Avery! A-Avery!" He spoke.
"Don't kill me then kay?" I cry helplessly, the fear of his murdering me makes my grip tighter on his neck.
Ian stumbles back, and my back lands on the wall. I daze off for a little bit, because of my throbbing head and back.
"Don't kill me!" I shriek when I finally regain my voice. Too bad my body didn't regain conciousness.
A couple moments later, I feel a sharp smacking on my arms and legs.
"You almost killed me!" Ian says, smacking some more with a weapon.
"You," He says, and smacks me some more. "Woke me up," This is soo going to be bruises tomorrow. "For a trashcan?!" More smacking.
"Stop it! Stop-Stop IT! IAN!" I cry.
He's breathing really hard after he finally stops.
The stinging leaves my body quickly, as Ian turns on the lights. I see that it was a spatula...
Pfft, spoons are a better weapon than that! Ian looks at me, as I try to study his face for any sorrow in his face. His gray eyes were sparkled a little, and his chest was heaving.
Nope; No sorrow.
Then, I realize what kind of position we're in, and blush once again.
Oh gosh...
Ian realizes soon after, and jumps off of me.
He makes everything so awkward!
[Next Morning]
I wake up with the smell of fresh paint.
Yuck.
This morning was very...interesting...
I follow the smell of paint, and see that it's coming from the garage. The door leading to the garage was closed, so I tried to open it. Then I hear Ian's panicked voice.
"NO!" He yells.
"What?" I say.
I hear mumbles, so I open the door anyway.
Paint splatters everywhere, and Ian's cries do too.
And his cusses.
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Ta da! Hope you liked it!
Next update: Tomorrow
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