Post by Kiara on Oct 1, 2011 15:00:55 GMT -5
Does anyone think I could get 30 chapters outta this? While still being school appropriate AND not having any pairings showing up at all? Also does it even make sense?
HALFBLOOD
LETTER TO THE READERS
My name is Cinder,
Or at least that’s what they call me. I’m about fifteen years old, will turn so in a couple weeks. I’m blond, dark eyed, light skinned and am an orphan. Now you see you may feel bad for me, well don’t. I’m not one to be pitied, I hate it almost as much as I hate attachment. I’d tell you why, but then this story wouldn’t be what I need to tell you.
I’ve got something important to say.
IT’S HAPPENING.
No. It’s already happened.
The reaping.
And no, I’m not talking about the one where God takes all of his children up to heaven and leaves the rest of us to suffer. Nope, this one is much more possible than that. Not that I’m saying that… That reaping will never happen, it could, just not in my lifetime. Not while I live in this hell.
Alright, now you’re saying, what happened, correct? Well I’m not the innocent of people, even if it was an accident. You see I’m a grade a murderer. I didn’t have a weapon, nor did I use my hands. All I used was my mind, my anger to be exact. And I kind of set some of the other orphans on fire. I didn’t mean to, they just kept poking fun at how my Ma left me here crying in the rain one night. That was nearly eleven years ago, but I still remember. She had told me that she was coming back for me and to be patient, but those boys just had to go and start calling her a lousy mother and other things I can’t mention seeing how I kind of want to keep this PG-13 rated to now.
So after I had burnt them to the point of death and one little girl, one of the ones I actually used to defend a lot, survived. She was scared of me, but more scared of what I can do. She testified against me. That’s how I ended up in the government’s care.
If you call it that.
I would tell you more right now, but that would be a waste of time. Instead I’ll jump right into the story, from a couple weeks ago, I have some things recorded on my AVR in my head. So I’ll be able to tell you all that hasn’t been tampered with. Like I said the government’s care isn’t really for caring, don’t forget that as I tell you the beginning.
Alright?
Good.
Later,
Cinder
Chapter One
The doors in front of me are metal, but that doesn’t bother me, fire can melt metal. Even my cuffs if I wanted them too, but their made of a man made metal. So I’m unsure as to whether or not I can ACTUALLY burn through them. But then again what would be the point.
This whole thought of survival should have been stomped out a long time ago. Back while they had transferred me from one car to another. I had been blind folded at the time and my ears had been plugged. All I could do was taste, smell, and feel. Well I did feel. It was blistering hot and extremely dry. We had to be in a desert of some kind. And that scared me.
I had wondered if they were insane, what if I accidently lit something up again?
They obviously weren’t worried for they shoved me harshly into the back seat. It was HOT leather and my head banged against the door on the other side. All they did was laugh. I could tell they were men from their laughs, too rough to be any woman’s laugh. At least none that I’ve met in my life time.
Back to the doors.
As I pass through them they take out my ear buds, seeing how they took off my blind fold once we got here. Here being a prison that has the feel of a hospital. Creepy. The walls are white, always white. The clothes are also white and only white. And you know that overly clean smell that makes you gag when you go into a doctors’ office? Yeah, that’s what this place smelt like. On the outside it looks like a prison, on the inside you see a mental hospital. Something isn’t adding up here.
And where are the other inmates?
The ones people always hear about, bullies and allies alike. Where I’m forced to stand stationed as one guard has me checked in, is completely void of anyone but What looks like some security, a secretary, and about three nurses.
Wait.
This isn’t the place where they kill you in some cruel form of punishment, right? Oh I hope not! I’m not ready to die.
Its too quiet in here, I want to go back outside where I at least know I would be able to hear something. The only sounds is the scratching of a pen and the even breathing of everyone in the room. It’s weird to say the least, because, truthfully, this seems like an unnatural setting.
::::
This is all I have... Well?
HALFBLOOD
LETTER TO THE READERS
My name is Cinder,
Or at least that’s what they call me. I’m about fifteen years old, will turn so in a couple weeks. I’m blond, dark eyed, light skinned and am an orphan. Now you see you may feel bad for me, well don’t. I’m not one to be pitied, I hate it almost as much as I hate attachment. I’d tell you why, but then this story wouldn’t be what I need to tell you.
I’ve got something important to say.
IT’S HAPPENING.
No. It’s already happened.
The reaping.
And no, I’m not talking about the one where God takes all of his children up to heaven and leaves the rest of us to suffer. Nope, this one is much more possible than that. Not that I’m saying that… That reaping will never happen, it could, just not in my lifetime. Not while I live in this hell.
Alright, now you’re saying, what happened, correct? Well I’m not the innocent of people, even if it was an accident. You see I’m a grade a murderer. I didn’t have a weapon, nor did I use my hands. All I used was my mind, my anger to be exact. And I kind of set some of the other orphans on fire. I didn’t mean to, they just kept poking fun at how my Ma left me here crying in the rain one night. That was nearly eleven years ago, but I still remember. She had told me that she was coming back for me and to be patient, but those boys just had to go and start calling her a lousy mother and other things I can’t mention seeing how I kind of want to keep this PG-13 rated to now.
So after I had burnt them to the point of death and one little girl, one of the ones I actually used to defend a lot, survived. She was scared of me, but more scared of what I can do. She testified against me. That’s how I ended up in the government’s care.
If you call it that.
I would tell you more right now, but that would be a waste of time. Instead I’ll jump right into the story, from a couple weeks ago, I have some things recorded on my AVR in my head. So I’ll be able to tell you all that hasn’t been tampered with. Like I said the government’s care isn’t really for caring, don’t forget that as I tell you the beginning.
Alright?
Good.
Later,
Cinder
Chapter One
The doors in front of me are metal, but that doesn’t bother me, fire can melt metal. Even my cuffs if I wanted them too, but their made of a man made metal. So I’m unsure as to whether or not I can ACTUALLY burn through them. But then again what would be the point.
This whole thought of survival should have been stomped out a long time ago. Back while they had transferred me from one car to another. I had been blind folded at the time and my ears had been plugged. All I could do was taste, smell, and feel. Well I did feel. It was blistering hot and extremely dry. We had to be in a desert of some kind. And that scared me.
I had wondered if they were insane, what if I accidently lit something up again?
They obviously weren’t worried for they shoved me harshly into the back seat. It was HOT leather and my head banged against the door on the other side. All they did was laugh. I could tell they were men from their laughs, too rough to be any woman’s laugh. At least none that I’ve met in my life time.
Back to the doors.
As I pass through them they take out my ear buds, seeing how they took off my blind fold once we got here. Here being a prison that has the feel of a hospital. Creepy. The walls are white, always white. The clothes are also white and only white. And you know that overly clean smell that makes you gag when you go into a doctors’ office? Yeah, that’s what this place smelt like. On the outside it looks like a prison, on the inside you see a mental hospital. Something isn’t adding up here.
And where are the other inmates?
The ones people always hear about, bullies and allies alike. Where I’m forced to stand stationed as one guard has me checked in, is completely void of anyone but What looks like some security, a secretary, and about three nurses.
Wait.
This isn’t the place where they kill you in some cruel form of punishment, right? Oh I hope not! I’m not ready to die.
Its too quiet in here, I want to go back outside where I at least know I would be able to hear something. The only sounds is the scratching of a pen and the even breathing of everyone in the room. It’s weird to say the least, because, truthfully, this seems like an unnatural setting.
::::
This is all I have... Well?
