Suicide Notes and Butterfly Kisses

Take you Higher : The Story of a Young Girl.. a Sky High Fanfic

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 14:53:01 GMT

Monday, May 15^th, 2007.

Well, okay, today was pretty good, not quite as lame and depressing as I thought it'd be.. tee hee. But whatever Layla said about not getting too interested in that guy at lunch, doesn't seem to be sinking in. I'm still rather curious. I mean, he seems like the bad boy of the school, but I'd be willing to bet that underneath all that 'tough guy crap', there's a reasonable guy. I'll just have to work hard at getting to the reasonableness of him.

Okay! Changing subjects, did you see that thing that was on the news about the people in Turnell that got attacked by rouge zoo animals?? I know! It was insane!!! But kinda scary if you think about it..

I think Layla's got a thing for that guy, Will. She kept looking at him all 'googly eyed' during free period, when she wasn't telling me who was who and why I should stay away from them.. they're a lot of preppys at that school...

Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolf... Lil' Wayne ruined that song.. I was just thinking about that... well whatevers, I'm gonna go ahead and get started on my math.. which is GAY btw..

PEACE!

Shelly James.

TUESDAY, MAY 16^th, 2007....

...SKY HIGH....10:49AM....

Great, another day at The Freak Academy, yeah, you're probably wondering why I'm referring to myself as a freak, well, let's face it. I am, we are. No need to sugarcoat it.. it's the truth, and that's that. Well, whatever, I'm just sitting here in Medulla's pretending to pay attention. Why was his head so big? And also, that chick over there, the 'queen bee', has been staring at me for the past twenty minutes and it's kind of creeping me out..

“Ms. James, would you care to tell us what is so important that it's causing you to stare out into space instead of concentrating on the lesson?” Mr. Medulla asked from the other side of the room.

I sat there for a second before realizing, that he was talking to me, I sighed, “Just thinking about Heath Ledger's amazing a-” Medulla cut me off.

“Office!”

Whoopdie-doo, I gathered my things and headed out the door. As I wound my way through the hall, totally lost in my thoughts of Taco Bell, I almost didn't notice when I ran into someone, “Whoa, watch where you're going!” I barked, only to look up and see Warren, the guy from lunch.

“I was just about to say the same thing, Frosh.”

Frosh? What the hell was that supposed to mean? “Excuse me?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes, “You're the new chick, right?”

I nodded. Well, at least I got him to talk to me. “What's it to you?”

“Exactly,” he stepped to the side. “You're the frosh.” he began to walk away. I wasn't about to let him leave with just that. I made up my mind right there, to stalk him until I got something useful out of him

“Wait!” I ran and caught up with him. “Where you heading?”

Will Stronghold walked speedily down the hall, late for one of his classes, he turned a corner, to see Warren Peace walking with.. who was that? Will had never seen her before.. was she new? He didn't know and quite frankly, didn't care... He strode up to them, “Hey, um, I couldn't help but notice that I've never seen you before..” Will looked to Shelly and smiled.. but only for the moment.. the moment that was ruined by Warren.

“Look, Stronghold, why don't you just do what you're good at and walk away?”

Shelly glanced up at Warren.

“Whatever, Hothead.” Will said before turning around and walking off back in the direction he had came.

I looked over at Warren, “You really don't like him do you?

“Eh,” he shrugged a shoulder, “He's just annoying..look,” he turned toward me, “It's weird enough that you're stalking me.. so let's just keep all talking down to a minimum, ok, Frosh?”

I nodded and we started walking again... after a few moments of silence, I decided to say something, “and... it's Shelly...Hothead.”

R&R!

Take you Higher : The Story of a Young Girl.. a Sky High Fanfic

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 14:48:30 GMT

Take you Higher.

The story of a young girl.

Sunday, May 14^th, 2007

Well, I'm not very into the idea of a 'diary' so I won't call it so, this is my thought holder, journal, whatever you want to call it.. My name is Shelly James. I am 17 and I have quite the story.

I grew up in a town called Bellswood, on Limmer Street. Wasn't the greatest place for a young child to be raised, but I guess you can say I did fine... except for one thing... I'm kind of Telekinetic, or whatever the hell people are calling the ability to move and control objects with the mind these days. So, yeah. That kind of sets me apart from the general population.

My mother, Lani, has decided that she doesn't want me going to Bellswood High any longer because of how they would react if they ever found out.. so she did some research and found a 'School for Super Teens'... that's right.. I'm not kidding, they actually have those.. I was pretty skeptical at first since I'm not really what you would call a 'social butterfly'.. I prefer to keep to myself and stay out of peoples' way..

I'm still not entirely sure how I got this 'ability', I just figured that I got it from my father, whoever he is. BTW, if you are reading this and you are my biological father, please contact me. But how I got it doesn't matter, I guess, what I'm going to do with it is what's important... yea, cliché? I know.

Well, it was all settled, I started at Sky High tomorrow, and I'm not too thrilled about it.. Just the thought of being around others 'like me', yea.. kinda makes you want to throw up.. or like scream.. I don't know.

I just hope the guys there aren't like the guys at usual high schools, that's the last thing I need, more assholes... Well, I'm gonna call it a night, it's kind of late..

Wish me Luck Tomorrow,

Shelly James

MONDAY, MAY 15^th, 2007...

...SKY HIGH...8:34AM...

Well, okay, I just got off the bus and already I know this was a BAD idea. I can't do this, look at all these people, it's like.. well, it's like normal high school, only it's like, 25,000ft in the air, and all these teens are equipped with superpowers.. okay, well, so am I, but still..

I pulled the buds to my iPod out of my ears and stashed my iPod in my bag, last time a teacher saw me with it, I got it taken away for like, a week.. worst week ever, may I add. I stood there for a moment, taking it all in, studying my surrounding, you know, just in case I need to make a hasty escape. At least, that was, until someone bumped into me, dropping their bag, books and papers spilling everywhere.

“Oh!” I leaned down to help her pick up all her stuff. “I am so sorry.”

She looked at me, her green eyes wide, “No, it's okay.” She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, “You're new arent' you?”

I nodded slightly, “Yeah.. is it that obvious?”

She smiled. “No, it's just that I haven't seen you around anywhere, well, actually, I think I saw you in the line at TacoBell once.”

mmmm, Taco Bell, it sounded soo good right now. I love Taco Bell, if you need to know. I don't know why exactly, I just do.. but then again I guess that really isn't that important. “um, probably. I don't think I've seen you anywhere.”

I handed her the last book and she placed it in her bag. As she stood up, I was able to notice that she wore mostly green, not weird at all..”I'm Shelly.”

“Layla.”

Well, so far, the day had gone pretty well. I made a friend, Layla, I got to all my classes without issues, they had decided to put me in the 'Hero Class' which I guess is like the popular clique or whatnot.. but whatever, I'm not into lables, I am who I am and no one is going to tell me other wise..

It was lunch now and I had no idea what to do. And by 'what to do' I mean, of course, who to sit with. I figured I would just sit with Layla and her friends, but then I saw somebody sitting by themselves.. so I decided, what the hell, why not?.

I plopped my tray down across from him. “Hi.”

He didn't say anything, he just sat there and stared at me.. I guess he wasn't much of a social butterfly either.. “I'm uh, new.”

Again.. he didn't say anything..

Suddenly, another tray landed next to me, I looked over and there was Layla, she sat down and looked at me, then shot a quick glance at the guy sitting across from us, “Warren.” She said plainly.

He nodded, “Hippe.”

Okay.. I thought, that's not weird...

After lunch, there was free period, which has always been my favorite subject in school, the time when you can do pretty much whatever you wanted. I sat with Layla on the steps outside. “That guy, at lunch? Warren?”

Layla shot me a look, “I wouldn't get too interested.. he's kind of the one you want to leave alone here.”

“Why is that?”

She shook her head, “Shelly, he's just not a people person.. He's a pyro, and not the friendliest one you'll ever meet. He's the son of Barron Battle..” I had no idea who that was. “Annnd, he's kind of got a thing for my friend Will.” He was gay?

I opened my mouth, but she stopped me, “Not like gay or anything, but he just doens't like him. At all. Mainly because Will's father put his father away for like four lifes..”

...Oh, that would explain that... I couldn't wait to get home, so I could lay down, all of this who's who stuff was giving me a headache..

Total Improvised Randomness

Sun, 07 Dec 2008 18:31:30 GMT

My one heart felt too much from the start. seeing people come and go living large and living low. You can build up your walls sitting on death row. let the curtain fall on your murdered soul. you can wash it all down, swallow your story, get smacked off your head, go down in drumroll glory. Won't solve it commiting self-inflicted crimes. Go on pull the trigger, this'll be the last time.

...

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 04:05:36 GMT

I've been crying for two hours and I just need Aiden here ujt my computers being a jerkoff :(, The tears won't quit, my eyes burn and so does my heart. I feel as though I can't breathe at times, and All I need is a friend loves me but that's not gonna happen.

This is my breakdown.

I've finally snapped....

"His Favorite Mistake"

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 04:05:03 GMT

I just had the wierdest dream....

His Favorite Mistake
By Cammy Riley

The kiss was over as soon as it had begun, but as she pulled away, he could see the ever-so-familiar look of embarrassment grace her features. Well, he thought, why wouldn’t she be embarrassed? She had just kissed him. Sure, he always thought that eventually he would get that first kiss, But never in a million years did he think he would be kissed by , of all the girls in the world, the fourteen year old standing before him.

He looked down at her with a look of confusion. She had always made it so clear that she hated him, and that she only talked to him because she was bored or there was no one else to talk to. But then today, she began talking to him about how he was a virgin.. Ugh…he really didn’t need to be reminded that he was a twenty-two year old virgin. Sure, he hadn’t quite figured out how she knew so much about him and he knew barely anything about her, But it’s not like any of that mattered now.

But whatever. He needed to focus at the problem at hand. Sure he might have forgotten what was really happening for the slightest moment. So what if for the moment, he had given in the kiss? So what if he almost kissed her back? It’s not like it was a crime for her to kiss him. So what? It was only for the moment.

As they stood there, staring at each other, both of them waiting for something different, he began reflecting on himself and how he had never had a girlfriend, or how he was a virgin, or how he doesn’t have a car because he spends to much of his money on Video Games or whatnot. But then it suddenly hit him like a 4x4 to the face, she was still waiting for a response. But when she didn’t get one she decided to say something.

“umm.. Sorry. That was.. I um..” she started.

So what if it was illegal? He probably wouldn’t get this chance again anytime soon. It’s not like anyone would ever know. So why not.

“Yeah, I’m.. gonna go..” she said as she turned to walk away.

Just go for it. Screw the age difference.

He grabbed her wrist, turned her around and leaned down to kiss her..

Midnight Contemplations

Mon, 25 Aug 2008 05:55:25 GMT

               People say that to cry is to admit that you're alive, I do not feel like that, for me, To cry is to feel more dead than ever, to feel defeated, small, unwanted, and unaccepted for who I am. Sure, sometimes crying makes me feel better but it does not relieve the feeling of emptiness that never goes away, it will never fill the void that is my heart, for no one is willing to accept it, thus my heart belongs to no one.

               People always tell me that I will feel better if I talk to people about my problems, I might do that if I had someone to share my innermost feelings with. I feel like I'm living a lie, Whether it's lying to my friends by telling them that I'm okay and that I'm happy, or it's Lying to my family by putting on a smile when they come to visit, or it's lying to him by telling him "I don't care," or it's lying to myself by telling myself that I don't need anyone, that I'll be fine if I stick it out alone.

               People always accuse me of things that I do not do (i.e. Stealing.) I hate it when people do that. My friends think I'm a fake. And I'm nothing to my family but a Joke. I sometimes do have thoughts of killing myself, but then I realize how selfish it would be. I keep telling myself that everything will get better and so far, it's only gotten worse.

              People always say that when the right guy comes along I'll know it, well, no one knows that he already has. So yeah, The only one that I truly love hardly even knows me or that I even exist. I wish I could just scream it out to the world, but I can't because no one will accept me. I wish I could just show up at school one day and be like, "Yeah people, This is the real me, deal with it!"

             I don't wanna lie to everyone about how I feel. I want people to know the real me but I fear for how they will react. I want him to know how I feel. I want to venture out of my protective shell. And I want to prove myself to the world..

I can't BeLiEvE

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 13:28:25 GMT

I can't believe I ever really liked this guy Kris (some annoying guy I knew).. I mean, he's such a douche! I don't even talk to him anymore.. He's such a fag. besides I love someone else now...

JACK BARAKAT of All Time Low!!!! He's so hot and funny, annnndd he's a guitarist!

..hmm.. come to think of it, All (or at least a great majority) of the guys I find hot or moderatly attractive or Guitarists... weird..

hmm.. let's see.. Jack, Zacky, Syn, Eero, Linde, Tyler, Frank.. Nathan.. weird..

OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 13:13:04 GMT