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Status: going to start writing again :) yay.

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Hey, my name is Karissa.
Welcome to my profile.
I'm fourteen years young, and have a passion for writing.
I've been telling stories for about three years now.
I really love feedback, so anything you have to say is strongly appreciated :)
Please do not ask me to check out your story. 
Frankly, it's annoying, and I just don't have the time.
Well, that's all I really have to say.
Honestly, details about myself are irrelevant for this account.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you like my stories :)
-Karissa

  1. kjnovelsx kjnovelsx
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    August 13, 2012 1:24pm UTC
    never let go
    Chapter 1
    "I cannot believe you're making me do this." I said, my words harsh.
    My mother sighed deeply, the same way she does every time shes mad at me.
    "It'll be good for you. You need an ego check, Maci."
    I just rolled my eyes. My ego was perfectly fine, thank you.
    I leaned back into the musty seat of my moms car. We had been driving for four hours; even though the expected arrival time, according to the 6 year old GPS, was two hours ago.
    A few years ago, three to be exact, my parents had a strong argument that turned out into a ever more bitter divorce. I hadn't taken it horribly, like most kids would: Instead, I thought of how happy I would be without them fighting all the time.
    I stuffed my earplug back into my ear, and turned the volume all the way up. I hated the sound the car made racing on the highway.
    Considering my parents cannot agree on anything, they couldn't decide who would take me this summer. I mean, switching off weekends wasn't even an option: Why it wasn't was beyond me.
    So when they told me they were shipping me off with my aunt that I had never even heard of for the summer, I was about ready to rip their heads off.
    My aunt Nicole lives in the cold state of Maine, with her two nippy dogs and her daughter. I don't know why my mom didn't send me off with a different sister that I had heard of- maybe then it wouldn't be so hard.
    "Nicole really wants to see you," my mother said, breaking the silence.
    "She doesn't even know me."
    "Exactly."
    I chomped on my gum loudly, something my mom hates. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her wince.
    "When will we be there?" I moaned, getting uncomfortable in my seat.
    "Very soon," she said. "Actually, come to think of it," she paused to turn into a dirt road, "this is her street."
    A dirt road, with huge pine trees hanging over our heads, not another house in sight. Perfect, this is how I wanted to spend my summer.
    "Are you serious?" I said, both my eyebrows raised. We were about a mile into the street- still, no sign of a house.
    I pulled out my phone, about to text my best friend, Lyla. As soon as I was about to hit 'send', I realized the worst- no signal.
    "There's no signal," I muttered flattly.
    "Maybe for once Nicole will be able to pry you away from that phone."
    I just glared at her.
    "Finally," I practically screamed as soon as we pulled up into a small, white home. It was pretty, I had to admit- beachy accents to decorate it, green grass, and a nice deck surrounding it.
    "Beautiful," I heard my mother say under her breath.
    I nodded in agreement.
    Although the house was pretty, it looked like nobody lived there. There wasn't a car in the driveway, a dog barking, a light left on.
    "Is she even home?" I asked, biting the inside of my lip.
    "Not sure, just get out and help unload the car, I guess."
    I did as I was told and started to lift one of my suitcases out of the trunk when I was interrupted by a small tap on my shoulder.
    I whipped my head around, startled.
    I was expecting to see aunt Nicole, but instead, I was staring at a shirtless, tanned, teenage boy about my age. He had a smile on his face.
    "What-" I said, stuttering. "Where did you come from?" I asked, considering there wasn't another house in sight.
    "I'm Justin," he said, still smiling. I had to admit, his teeth were perfect. "I'm Nicole's house keeper."
    "House keeper?" I repeated.
    "When she's gone, I take care of her dogs, water the plants, stuff like that."
    I nodded in approval. "So she isn't home."
    "Not today, she asked me to tell you as soon as you got here that she was on an emergency buisness trip, and couldn't be here for your arrival. She's very sorry."
    I clucked my tounge. "Oh."
    "Who are you?"
    I looked up at him, the laughed. "I'm Maci," I held out my hand to shake. "Her neice."
    "Are you here for a visit?" He asked, shaking my hand.
    I looked around, trying to find my mom. She must have made her way inside. "I'm here for the summer," I said cooly. "My parents shipping me off here."
    Justin laughed, his eyes rolling back into his head. "Well," he said, looking me in the eyes. "I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other this summer."
    - - -
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  2. kjnovelsx kjnovelsx
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    July 4, 2012 11:37am UTC
    Beneath The Innocence
    CHARACTERS
    Hey guys :)
    So I wanted to help you out, by showing you what I think my main characters look like.
    You don't have to go based off these- think however you want! :)
    Anna- http://data.whicdn.com/images/31910439/aakH6Z0J_large.jpg
    Daniella- http://data.whicdn.com/images/31895275/tumblr_m6ix8frPyh1rx61bio1_500_large.jpg
    Ryan- http://data.whicdn.com/images/31897408/tumblr_m4yr40d3M21qarksao1_500_large.jpg
    Morgan- http://data.whicdn.com/images/31913123/tumblr_m66tlunNrX1r7dzpvo1_500_large.png
    Morgan is Alison DiLaurentis, omg I love that :)
    I hope you like the people I chose! Daniella looks a bit young, but she's supposed to be a young mom.
    But still. She doesn't reallyyy look like a mom, but that character fits otherwise.
    And Ryan looks somewhat older, but he can easily pass as a 23 year old :)

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  6. kjnovelsx kjnovelsx
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    July 2, 2012 7:56pm UTC
    Beneath The Innocence
    Chapter Two
    - Daniella -
    ♦ ♢ ♦
    Why do teenagers have to be so...difficult?
    I take a deep breath as I watch Anna strip off her clothes, and try on yet another dress.
    I supply the girl with hundreds of dresses, though she doesn't like a single one.
    "What about the purple one?" I ask, pointing to a short, sweetheart neckline in her closet.
    She frowns. "It's too tight."
    I roll my eyes. "Is it too tight you can't get into it, or is it too tight that it shows a little curves?"
    She groans as she takes it off the hanger and sticks her legs through the head.
    I zip her up. She looks fabulous.
    Anna has the body of a model, I swear- tan, shiney skin, round, full breasts, and is tall and super skinny.
    She turns to me. "I hate it."
    "Why, Anna? Why do you hate this dress?"
    "Purple is not my color."
    I sigh. It is, though, Anna! I just want to yell at her. "You look great, Ann."
    "Mom," she sighs, and tugs at the bottom, trying to pull it down. I wave my hand, a signal for her to stop: You're a woman with a sexy body. Why not show some leg?
    "What, Anna." I pause, trying to control my temper. "You look amazing it everything you try on, if you weren't so damn stubborn!"
    She winces. "You know what?" Anna takes a step towards me. "I don't like what you like. You like professional, girly, sexy clothes. Why don't you ever ask for my opinion? Huh?"
    I just look at her. If she thinks I like all professional, girly, and sexy, she's pretty much covered all of the good clothing choices. "I like what you look good in." I say quietly.
    "To me, I look good in shorts and a tank top. Not a f/cking dress!"
    With that, she storms out of the room, leaving me speachless.
    ---
    The first guest arrives at five fifty three, seven minutes early.
    I hate when people do that. B/tch, you were invited for six, god dammit!
    "Martha. Hello!" I air kiss both her cheeks. She smells like expensive wine and perfume.
    "Daniella," she breaths softly, "you look wonderful."
    "You have a beautiful home," her husband chimes in- I can't remember his name for the life of me.
    "Oh, thank you, Martha. And thank you..." I stutter, what am I supposed to say?
    "Bill," he finishes for me.
    I let out a laugh, but inside, I'm annoyed and just want the important people to get here.
    There is an awkward five minute period before anyone else comes. I offer each of them a beer or wine; they turn down my offer kindly, saying they'll wait for tonight.
    Fine, I say inside my head. Make it even more awkward than it already is.
    I am in the middle of a big sip of white when the next guest shows up.
    Mr. and Mrs. DiLarte, an old couple that also teachers at Hollis.
    "Jenn! David! Please, come in!" I say, with more joy than the last couple.
    Martha and Bill realize that, and share a glance.
    The rest of the party goes pretty much as planned: Guests show up, I greet them with a fake smile and an offering to a drink. They compliment me, saying I look 'absolutely fabulous!' in my new dress, or 'what have you done with your hair?! I love it!'. It makes me feel good, but honestly, it doesn't sink in.
    "Now, where is Anna?" I say, as I'm in the middle of a conversation with a rich woman from Hollis.
    "Anna?" The rich woman, Brielle, asks.
    "My daughter," I laugh. "She's probably upstairs, doing God knows what. I'll go get her!"
    I trudge up the stairs, embarrased that I even have to do this. A good daughter would come, introduce herself: Make an elegant impression.
    I don't even knock. "Anna!" I say.
    She is laying on her bed, on her iPhone, texting someone.
    She is wearing a t-shirt and undies, that's it.
    "But some damn clothes on and get downstairs!" I say frankly.
    I can feel the eye roll she brings to me, as I slam the door shut.
    I walk down the stairs, my hand barely skimming the hand rail, and a smile on my face.
    "I heard you were getting Anna!" Mr. Hartley says to me.
    "She's coming, she's just finished up final touches of her makeup."
    Ryan Hartley, a teacher at Hollis, is possibly one of the best looking men I have ever seen. He has deep, brown eyes, is tall, and his hair just waves in a certain direction. He's also very young; early twenties, maybe?
    Anna then comes down the stairs, a frown upon her face. She's in a black dress that has accented sparkles;
    one that I told her looked great.
    "Anna, honey," I kiss her cheek, then put my hand on her back.
    "Mom," she nodds towards me. "Hello, I'm Anna." She says to Ryan Hartley.
    Since when did she have manners?
    "Anna," Ryan says slowly as he reaches out his hand.
    She takes it gracefully, and lingers a bit longer than normal.

    So..that's chapter two! In Anna's mom, Daniella's prospective!
    I don't know how you guys like that? I'm going to be switching off prospective's a lot, it should turn out good- I hope!
    Pleeeease leave comments, and don't forget to fave! xo,
    -K

  7. kjnovelsx kjnovelsx
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    July 2, 2012 2:27pm UTC
    Beneath The Innocence
    Chapter One
    - Anna -
    ♦ ♢ ♦
    “Paper or plastic?"
    I sigh. "Paper."
    "Sorry miss, we're out of paper. Is plastic okay?"
    Why would he even ask if they were out? "Um," I paused, "yeah. Whatever."
    It was a slow, Sunday morning.
    My frantic mother had sent me on the grocery run, for oderves and various veggies.
    I watch as the red-head employee filled the food in the plastic bags.
    "That's going to be fifty dollars and eighty cents." He says bitterly.
    I pull out my Visa and hand it to him.
    He scans it, and I sign the pad with a sloppy signature.
    I wheel the cart out the store, popping a piece of bubblegum into my mouth.
    I unlock the car and started to load the bags into the trunk.
    Tonight was the night of my mothers big, official party of the year. She has all of her students and coworkers over, for drinks and expensive crackers. She is a teacher at Hollis Boarding School; a school for the gifted. Every year, he parties are the same: profession looking people drinking martinis,
    while they laugh over dry jokes that are never really funny.
    As soon as I'm in the car, my phone starts to vibrate in my back pocket.
    "Hello?" I answer, my voice flat.
    "Anna." my mom says, "Hello, sweet heart."
    "Oh, hi mom." I reply.
    She takes a deep sigh through the phone.
    "Did you get them? The groceries?" She asks.
    "Yeah, I'm on my way home now."
    "Perfect. Anyways, honey, tonight, there's someone I'm going to want you to meet."
    I turn into the intersection that is only a block away from our house.
    "Er," I mutter, "Okay. Fine."
    "His name is Mr. Hartly, he's a teacher at Hollis. Okay?"
    I sigh. "Yeah."
    "What are you wearing tonight, Anna?" She asks, as I pull into the driveway.
    "Um," I say, "I have no idea."
    There is a click on the other line; I flip my phone shut.
    Instead of answering me on the phone, she comes outside to help me with the groceries.
    My mother is young, professional, and stern. All she cares about is her job, and her reputation. And part of her reputation is making me perfect.
    "Thank you, baby," she said as she pats me on the back. The closest thing I'll ever get to a hug.
    She grabs the two smallest bags from the trunk, then looks at me. "So?"
    I raise my eyebrows in confusion.
    "Anna, please. What are you wearing tonight?" Her voice has a tone of annoyance in it.
    "Oh," I say as I stand up straighter. "I told you, I don't know."
    She rolls her eyes. "Well you better find something as soon as you put these groceries away."
    With that, she drops the bags straight on the driveway, her heals clicking away back into the house.

    How do you guys like the first chapter?!
    It's a little bit dull, but future chapters will be more exciting I promise! :)
    Feedback is greatly appreciated! Don't forget to fave and comment ♥
    -K

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