The Unexpected-the Introduction I was 14 when it all started, the day was young and the air was fresh, the world sang the song of new #life which wanders, the clouds all fluffy and white stood besides the sun as its helping companion, the grass crispy from the frost that night and the sight of school in the distance grew stronger. I awoke that morning dragging myself up and forcing myself to get ready for the day which lay before me. It wasn't long till I reached the school grounds, the place on which #life and spirit ends. Everything was normal that day, the girls stay all lunch in the bathroom putting on make up as the men discuss the football which was on the night before. When I arrived at school the bell had just ring as I sped up my walk to reach my tutor lesson I was joined by my best friend, the girl who is shy pretty and never alone she is the one who causes the fuss between the men, her eyes sparkle in the sunlight like another sun, her hair is so dark like a ravens wing, her height was 4 foot 3, which isn't very tall. Me on the other hand, I am short, with ginger hair and glasses as thick as a 30cm ruler, I am quite skinny with no boys waiting for me. We are completely opposite but we have know the day will arrive when we would fall out and go our own ways but little did we know that I Charlotte Elizabeth and Emily Robinson would have to work together to survive or leave each other at our grave...

Update Read Please I am planning a big story on the way I'm really exited and you should be to. I have improved in spelling and grammar. This story will hopefully be a brilliant one and if any mistakes please tell me, there is a bug in my iPad were I can not go very far down on the page for it makes the words vanish and I cannot see what I am doing, other than that and should be out either tonight if I can not sleep or tomorrow evening. Yours truly Megan4699

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Living With The Devil " lamia , lamia" screeched my mother on the top of her voice. I looked up at my two sisters , whose eyes were focusing on the tv, purposely trying to avoid eye contact. For both sisters knew what time it were, the silence was like a thick smoke lurking around the room chocking the words that needed to be said, as I took a deep breath in another loud screech broke the first. "lamia, lamia" but this time it wasn't my mum but my dad, who stood over 6 ft tall and overlooked everyone, he had grey eyes that sucked the soul out of anyone stood near him, his tone had changed to a rather agitated vicious snap. At the time I was only young not old enough to understand any thing that went on in this house. But it was that night when my mum had shouted me that something had changed. So as usual I put the cloths on that my mum laid out on the table, it was nothing fancy but it was torn and had seen better days but I had to wear it everyday since what I could remember from passed 8 o'clock I had the torn mucky cloths I have had to wear for many months. As I had gone to put the clothing on it had changed it wasn't the same the clothes were a very short mini skirt that you could see my bum, but mum said I was not allowed to moan for she had spent a lot of money on clothes for me not to moan. But she had also insisted that I had better not wear knickers for it shall turn the men away. But at the time I was confused for if some one loved you why would they hurt you and make you do things like this. I also had to wear a short top that came to just under Neath my boobs but I had to wear it. "Lamia, lamia" my name was shouted again. I ran as fast as I could to the room were my mum would tie me down, she would tie my to a bed were a couldn't escape the reality I was living in and facing. As I was dreading the men that would walk through that door I had nearly noticed my dad stood next to me, he was fully naked and had a pointer (as I call them because they point up words) most men that came in had these pointers and some were long some were short and no matter what kind that they were they all looked the same to me. I was suddenly scared as my dad had grabbed my hair and lie on top of me, I was confused had my dad turned into one of them other men ? I questioned my self but he did something they had not he had untied my legs then tied them round my head as he had opened up my legs and inserted the pointer it hurt and after dad had done he pee peed in my tummy it felt horrible and I didn't know what it was, he let out a sigh of relief as he did it, after that was over I had tears running down my face as my mum walked in and said to me " get a grip you should be thanking me because I'm the one that managed this to feed you all some dinner" and then she went over to my dad and slapped him across the face and said "you didn't even wait, I now need £150" If you want more from this please give me a review and tell me if I should carry on also sorry for not posting in a while xoxox

He Abandonment - Chapter 1 It's a cold winters day, the sun setting in the distance , and the#moonpepping over in the corner of my eye. School has just finished , I'm walking home with two of my best friends Jamie, blonde haired , tall , snoopy , girl, with the attitude of a lion. My other friend Cathy, is ginger, short, quiet and shy, she loves the natural environment and is against all types of deforestation. Me on the other hand well that's a whole different story. My hair is brown with a highlight of blonde, my eyes are a dark blue that anybody could sink into; I'm not shy quiet loud or normal, in fact I'm completely opposite I'm abnormal and I'm proud. It's a normal day but with a different twist. I was walking home with my friends and my sister dani speeded by and dragged me into her car, my sister never acts like this. She's fifteen and counting she says but she's sixteen. " get in the car or I'm going to drag you by the rims of you last hair!" Screeched my sister pulling the car into reverse. I said nothing for I was to scared on what was going to happen. " we've got to get George before they get us!" She said again in her panicky voice. George is my little brother hair like silk but unfortunately the gods kiss never reached the smoothness of his skin; George is seven and he has no arms nor legs he has brain tumour also. He is the cutest boy ever. I have to force myself not to cry when the doctors say he might not live to the age of sixteen, for he is in high risk of a terminal brain tumour, he has to take so much medication. So I don't wish to know what's going on but under pressures speak without realising. " why, who ,what wants George what's going on ?" I say with a crackle of nervousness in my thought, nervous to find out the truth on what's going on. What can be worse than what we go home to everyday! Beating after beating. My dad says its for good measure but my step mum says its to keep us in our place the place of the mice, the place of the poor.