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Hi guys, I write stories. Nuff said.
  1. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
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    April 7, 2013 7:22pm UTC
    Chapter one
    I wake up to my blaring alarm clock and practically crush the snooze button with my palm. But I look at the time and remember that I already hit the snooze about three times. I pop out of bed and sprint to the bathroom. I toss cold water on my face, and comb through my hair quickly—and painfully.
    I throw on a black shirt, jeans, and a necklace, and then slide down the railing on the stars. "Do you want anything for breakfast?" My mom says. I almost say yes, but I look at the clock on the oven and decide against it.
    "No thanks, Adam's probably waiting for me." I mutter. Mom nods and goes back to to sipping coffee and making a grocery shopping list. I dash to the front door, and dig out my vans from the closet. As I'm tying my second shoe, Adam's car pulls into the driveway.
    "Bye, mom." I say and I jog to the waiting car. "Hey" I say to Adam, and hop in the passenger seat.
    "Jesus, you're a mess." He says, smiling. I look in the mirror, and my hair is all knotted, my mascara clumped and flakey, and my skin dry and oily. Adam laughs at the face I make at my reflection.
    "Well not all of us are perfect, Adam," I sigh, "I slept late." I look at him. He is perfect. If only the rest of the school could see that. Adam looks at me for a second, then he knits his eyebrows together and tightens his grip on the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white.
    "What's going on down there?" says and looks pointidly at my arm where my sleeve rolled up.
    I yank it down and mumble, "The cat." Right. Because all cats can leave perfectly parallel scars. Adam jerks the wheel and pulls the car over, and stops. He looks spacily out the window, like he's lost. He takes a sharp breath and turns to me.
    His voice shakey, he whispers "You relapsed."

  2. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
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    April 6, 2013 5:07pm UTC
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  3. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
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    October 3, 2012 4:44pm UTC
    Concrete Angel:
    A Child Abuse Story.
    Chapter 8
    As winter break comes, I forgive Jake. I know what he did was bad but, I've never had a friend like him.
    On break, I go to Jake's house, and we hang out a lot. "Maybe we could get some coffee?" I ask him at his doorstep. "I'm free tomorrow."
    "Uhh..I'm gonna be out tomorrow, sorry." He says.
    "Wednesday maybe?" He just shrugs and shakes his head. "Thursday...?" He gives me a sorry look. "Friday then." I say with a hopeful grin.
    "Look, Amber, um...we're gonna be on vacation in—eh—Arizona." He says. "My aunt is sick, and...we're going to visit her so...I'm gonna be pretty busy." He shrugs and says goodbye, and walks back inside.
    I tell Joy to stay in her room, because I'm going to say goodbye to him. I drive to his house and ring the doorbell.
    His mom answers.
    "Hi, I just came to say to have a good trip." I smile, but she looks confused.
    "Trip...?" She asks. I explain to her everything that Jake told me, and she just shakes her head. "Jake doesn't have an aunt in Arizona, nor an aunt that's sick..."
    At the very moment, Jake comes down, sees me, and runs back up. "Uh, Jake," I call. He stoops back down.
    "Yeah?" He asks.
    "Why'd you tell her we were going away?" His mom asks. Then he explodes.
    "Because, she can't stay away for five frickin minutes! It's like she has no other friends!!" I swallow the tears like a pile of broken nails.
    "That's because I don't!!!" I scream at him, and slam the door, and let my tears spill in large amounts.

  4. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    September 28, 2012 5:29pm UTC
    Concrete Angel:
    A Child Abuse Story.
    Chapter 7(Part 2)
    "Amber!" Jake calls in the parking lot. I slam my car door but he catches up. "Amber. Please come out, we need to talk."
    And I do get out, and in his face. "You embarassed me infront of everyone! I never blamed anything on you! And if you can't let go of a little mistake, then-"
    "Little mistake? You cost me a detention!" He argues.
    "Well I'm sorry! But you went and lied about me?! The sad part is, you don't even know who I am except for every damn thing people think."
    I slam the door once again, leaving Jake with a stunned look on his face.
    Good. He deserves it.

  5. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    September 28, 2012 5:22pm UTC
    Concrete Angel:
    A Child Abuse Story.
    Chapter 7 (Part 1)
    "Jake, hey." I plop down my lunch tray next to his. I try to keep it smooth, but I'm practically nothing but jitters and excitement. I actually have a "friend".
    "Uh, hi Amber." He says, and all of his friends stare at me, including Jorden, a girl that hates me.
    "Who's she?" asks a guy I don't know. I flash him a friendly smile.
    "Um, guys, this is Amber. She's my...my..uh, lab partner." The guys that asked about "who i was" spits his water out laughing, along with the rest of the table. Jake awkwardly glances down with his hand on the back of his head. What's so funny?
    "She's the girl that exploded your expierement and blamed it on you?!" Says Jorden.
    Huh? I never blamed it on him! I glance Jake a look and get up, walking away from the laughing clowns. "Amber," I hear Jake call,"I..." But he trails off.

  6. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    September 28, 2012 4:49pm UTC
    I love you so much. It hurts. We're not even
    together yet, and I know I'll probably get my
    heart broken, but i can't let go. I can't, i
    Format: twilightgirl995

  7. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 14, 2012 12:15pm UTC
    M y w o r l d w a s d a r k. B ut t hen y ou c a m e al o n g a nd l i t me up.
    Format by twilightgirl995

  8. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 11, 2012 12:54pm UTC
    Dear People That Talk Like This, There Isn't A Capitol For Each Word.
    ~Sincerely, type like a normal person.

  9. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 11, 2012 12:40pm UTC
    Concrete Angel:
    A Child Abuse Story.
    Chapter 6
    I drive to school on Monday with an empty stomach and a thoughtful mind. I have about three dollars from my part-time job at Guitar Center. I can afford lunch today.
    In chemistry, I sit next to Jake gingerly. He glances my way once, and I smile thinly. "Hey Jake." I say. He nods back once. "Are you excited for winter break this weekend?"
    He nods again, and Mr. Kewer tells us the assignment. I actually read the labels this time. "Um, maybe I should do it?" Jake says.
    "Jake, come on. That won't happen again." I say and roll my eyes. I pour in some sodium sulfate with potassium nitrate into the beaker, and stir it. Jake adds water.
    We sit there, and nothing happens. "Did you put in the silver sulfate?" Jake says.
    "No," I worry, "I put in the potassium nitrate and sodium sulfate..." i glance up at the white board. "Oh, sorry I'll add the silver sulfate." I do, and a cloud of presipitation forms.
    "Cool." Jake says. He holds up his hand, for a high-five, which I happily slap.
    Mr. Kewer comes over to our table, and nods of approval.
    "Nice job, you two." He says. Thank God it didn't explode. Jake and I finish the woksheet, and dump our expeirement in the sink. "Now, before you all go, I have one announcement," Mr. Kewer says, "after break, the spring science fair will be coming up. You and your partner will be working together, so do some brainstorming over break. Class dismissed."
    When lunch comes, I have to refrain myself from eating my veggie-burger whole. I sit alone, as usual, eat in the smallest bites that I can contain myself to. That's when I see Jake, and seeing him makes me smile.
    I wonder why.
    Comment/Fave/Follow THANKS FOR READING!!! :)

  10. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 7, 2012 2:15pm UTC
    Appreciate Life
    Your computer's running a bit slow? That means you can afford a computer.
    Is your food a bit too salty? That means you're not going starving to death.
    Is your homework hard? That means you are lucky enough to get an education.
    Is the air conditioning too cold? That means you're not dying of heat.
    Does something smell weird? That means you're breathing. As in, you're alive.

  11. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 6, 2012 11:25pm UTC
    Words can create scars on wrists.
    Words can create tears.
    Words can cause death.
    But words can also cause butterflies on wrists.
    Words can create smiles.
    Words can cause survival.
    Words can hurt, or words can heal.
    What will your words do?

  12. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 6, 2012 10:22pm UTC
    Plot Twist: I'm not addicted to Witty

  13. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 6, 2012 10:08pm UTC
    I will go down with this ship
    And I won't put my hands up and surrender
    There will be no white flag above my door
    I'm in love and always will be
    Who else remembers this song?

  14. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 5, 2012 8:22pm UTC
    Concrete Angel:
    A Child Abuse Story.
    Chapter 5
    On Saturday, I set up a "playdate" for Joy and her friend Lily, because I'll be at detention.
    I park in the empty parking lot as the rain drizzles. I see Jake, who stares at me with his peircing green eyes. I quickly recall the chemicals bubbling up. This is all my fault. I wish Mr. Kewer had only given me detention.
    "Hey, Jake." I mutter. He nods once, then walks off into the school. I follow him, and keep my eyes glued to the floor.
    When we walk in the room, Mrs. Pentlie is sitting on the desk, and the room is vacant. Me and Jake take seats far from each other. "Now, I have to go make a phone call, so while I'm gone, no talking!" Mrs. Pentlie snaps, and exits the room.
    "Jake, I'm so sorry. I understand if you don't like being my lab-partner." I say.
    "Good," he chuckles, "'cause I asked Mr. Kewer to switch me to someone else." My heart sinks even deeper. Am I really that awful?
    "Ok, so maybe you don't have to like me as a chemist, but maybe you could like me as a person?" I beg. I hope that maybe somebody could accept me for who I am. "I'm seriously, absolutely, undoubtfully sorry about everything that's happened. "
    "Ok. I forgive you, Amber." Jake says, not making eye contact.
    I smile, for real. "Cool."

  15. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 5, 2012 6:23pm UTC
    L♥VE IS... REAL
    Hard Fun Different
    Insane Beautiful Healing
    Strange Breaking Fake Here
    Gone Mine Yours
    Love is...

  16. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2012 10:36pm UTC
    Him and I are
    going ice
    I'm soooo

  17. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2012 9:49pm UTC
    Hey guys, I wrote a story called Concrete Angel, and I'm already on Chapter 4, but if you wanna read it, the chapters are really short! Thanks!

  18. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2012 9:30pm UTC
    Concrete Angel:
    A Child Abuse Story.
    Chapter 4
    I finish the day in silence, only talking to teachers when they talk to me.
    I pick up Joy form school, telling her to immediatly go to her room as soon as we get home, knowing my dad will be upset with me about the whole chemistry thing.
    Joy dashes up the steps to her room the minute we walk in. My dad is waiting for me, his fingers drumming on the table, and a half-empty beer bottle in his fist. My stomach drops a million feet.
    "I got a call from your school today," He breathes, standing up, "seems you exploded something? So you really are that stupid." He puts his face infront of mine, his breath smelling like alchohal and cigaretts. "Well I'm disappointed."
    He slaps me, and grabs my throat with his gripping fingers, smashing the beer bottle on the floor. He slams me down, and with satisfaction, he says,"Clean this up, you stupid b/tch."
    I may just be too numb to cry, or just too scared. Not because of what happened, actually–I'm used to that– but I turn to see that Joy has come down from her room, she saw everything.
    My dad pushes her down and walks up the stairs. "I told you to stay in your room." I say, helping her up. I hug her. "I'm so sorry."
    I clean up the smashed bottle and work on my homework in my room.
    Getting ready for bed, I examine my wounds in the cracked mirror leaning against my wall. I have a minor cut on my forehead, some bruises on my arm, and my neck is still red from his iron grip.
    "Amber," I turn to see Joy standing in my doorway with her teddy bear and blankie. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
    I smile warmly. "Of course you can." I tuck her into my bed, and get myself in. I sing her lullabies and rub her cheek until she's sound asleep.

  19. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2012 8:59pm UTC
    Concrete Angel:
    A Child Abuse Story.
    Chapter 3
    I sit there on the floor staring at Jake, feeling tears streaking down my face, wiping away some of the fizzy chemical mix. "No," I say, "I'm sorry." He holds out his hand for me to help me get up.
    "It's okay. We should probably go clean up the science room, though." He smiles uncomfortably, and walks into the room.
    We clean, as told, until we're late for our next class. "I'll write you two passes. You're gonna stay here until all of this is cleaned up!" Mr. Kewer snaps. That's right, there is no second period chemistry class.
    "But it's the first class of this semester!" Jake debates, "It's really important, we can't miss it!" He's right. The first classes are always very valuable.
    "That's too bad for you then. Go!" Mr. Kewer barks. He hands us each passes to get out of our next class and points too the hall.
    I jog to my next class, explain the situation, and walk back to the chemistry lab. Jake is already there. "Now, both of you will serve in a Saturday detention, and I'm calling your parents." Mr. Kewer says.
    Panic sends cold shivers up my spine. If my dad finds out, he'll hurt both me and Joy for sure. "Please, don't, my dad is um...er...very b-busy." I lie, uneasily. But Mr. Kewer just hands us cleaning supplies and walks out of the room.
    Jake turns to me with an accusing expression. "I can't belive you, Amber. One less damn tablespoon and none of this would be happening!"
    The tears well up again, but I hold them back, knowing if I let them fall, I'll explode. "I'm sorry." I choke out, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. I turn to the beakers and clean them with a dusty rag.
    We finish cleaning in silence, angry and ashamed with myself.
    I do hate my life.
    And I hate that no one knows my story.

  20. Little_Witty_Stories Little_Witty_Stories
    posted a quote
    August 3, 2012 11:31pm UTC
    Concrete Angel:
    A child abuse story.
    Chapter 2
    Jake and I are assigned to mix two chemical compounds. I take out a beaker and measure the pouder in a labeled beaker. Jake pours in the liquid.
    The mixture turns an odd bright green color. Out of no where it starts bubbling up. It's fizzing largely. "How much did you put in there?" There's panic in his his voice. The beaker starts to bubble and fizz largely.
    "Two table spoons." I squeak.
    "You were only supposed to put in one tablespoon!" He shouts as the chemicals overflow onto the table and floor.
    "What did you do?" My teacher demands, but then, our mixture explodes everywhere. My jaw drops, and I realize that this is my fault. Mr. Kewer explodes like our project. "Get this cleaned up right now! Then go clean yourselves up so that I can call your parents!"
    "Nice going, Amber." Jake says, as he rips his goggles off and walks out of the room. I run after him, only able to hold in the tears until I'm out of the classroom. Then my back slides down the wall, and I sob madly.
    "I hate my life!" I whisper. And I probably would've actually killed myself a long time ago if it weren't for Joy. I'm the only protection she has from our horrible father.
    "Amber," Jake says,
    "I'm sorry."


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