Post by WiltedRose on May 12, 2004 10:25:36 GMT -5
This is my - going to be my Jack Sparrow (not really Potc, just Jack) fanfic. Tis about a girl called Jess who hates everything buts gets waken up (not from sleep) by Jack and he shows her the world. It's in 2004.
Just another day. Just another god d**n day.But surely every day is different? Bollocks! They are all the same to me, every single one; you get up, wash, eat breakfast, go to school, come home, watch TV, go to bed, sleep and repeat it over again in the morning. My only wish is that some time, some day, some thing big will happen to me and change my life, or just knock it out of that repetative tedious life that I live.
My name is Jess, short for Jessica Margret Davies, I was born in Wales and have lived in the same old house for 14 years with my mum, dad, two sisters, a brother, and a dog. Nothing out of the odinary, just a plain old boring family.The only 'different' thing about our family is that I am hated, by my mum, dad, all of them. But then, if you have been hated, bullied and ignored for 14 years if does get very old and you seem to ignore it. Not me. I can never ignore it. I try, I do look like I ignore but not inside. Not deep inside.
The school that Im in is called The Croesyceiliog Comprihensive School for Girls. How I ended up in that, I dont know, it's full of rich, stuck up girls and I am certainly not rich or stuck up. As for 'School for girls', that is the most stupid thing anyone could ever invent! They can die for all I care ... everyone ...
My only love is poetry, reading and writing. The only way to learn is to read others. It's the single thing that has kept me alive so long, the single thing that is keeping me alive now.
My first lesson today is English which is my favorate lesson, but I still sit at the back own my own. I daydream about being loved and accepted but I know that that dream has drifted far from my reach. People hate me for no reason I can see, maybe I something happened when I was born but I see nothing wrong with me I look just like the other kids, I'm smaller, pale and a bit scruffy but I still look like everyone else in a way. Or maybe I was put on the wrong earth which seems the most correct answer to me.
I decide to get out my poetry book and write a new poem, I see no point in listning to the class and no one will noitice me. I turn to the newest clean page and start two write.
Will hope ever come?
Will Death ever take me?
Will Life ever be done?
Can Death will bring me hope.
I stop and think what I am writing about. Death and Life are not people yet I'm writing like then are. Death is my friend and Life is my enemy, Death can bring be hope, hope that the end is near but Life brings me years of hatred and forever being alone. Death can free me from the nightmare.
The bell rings and everyone rushes out but I stay in my seat because it's dinner time and I stay inside. The teacher, Mrs.Hancock, looks at me a few times and I can tell she is either tinking what a mess I have made of myself or she wants to say something to help me. As she slowing creeps towards me I look down trying to ignore her. She is sitting on the desk infront of me now so I look up. 'Is everything ok?' she askes. Of corse it's not, everyone hates me, I am of no importance to the world and I might as well die! 'Yes Mrs. I supose it is' I lie but she's not convinced, I can tell in her eyes. 'Are you sure?' she askes. Bugger off! Go home! Leave me now! 'Yes mrs ... well ... no ... but it's too late now, no one can help' I sigh. She puts her hand on my chin, holds my head up and says 'You have beautiful eyes. You can tell a lot from peoples eyes and your eyes are deep, bottomless pits of lonleyness' I blush and say I must go but she stops me leaving and whispers 'Wait for me by my car, the red one by the gate, after school.' I nodd and leave quickly.
My last lesson of the day is art and I sit at the front because all the 'sad' people sit at the front. I think about what Mrs.Hancock said about my eyes and why she wants me to wait for her and I drift off into a daydream. The suddenly the bell rings. On my way out my class mates pull my hair and whisper 'loner' and 'Go home and doe' in my ear so I run to the car and sit behind it waiting for her.
After about five minutes she comes rushing and apoligising to me for being late. I stand the staring at her wondering why she is doing this. 'Jess' she said with sympathy 'I want you to come to my house.' I stand in shock and I cant believe my ears, why would one of the most respectful teachers want me to go to her house? 'Run home now and pack you bag, you can stay as long as you want and lets be honest, your family wont noitice.' she blurts out.
Unable to say no I run up the hill and quietly sneak upstairs to my room, I use my school bag because I dont have much. I pack my poem book and pens, my ragdoll, pajamers and a dress. Then i run back down to the car and she is sitting inside brushing her hair. I sit in the back and the whole way to her house there is silence.
Just another day. Just another god d**n day.But surely every day is different? Bollocks! They are all the same to me, every single one; you get up, wash, eat breakfast, go to school, come home, watch TV, go to bed, sleep and repeat it over again in the morning. My only wish is that some time, some day, some thing big will happen to me and change my life, or just knock it out of that repetative tedious life that I live.
My name is Jess, short for Jessica Margret Davies, I was born in Wales and have lived in the same old house for 14 years with my mum, dad, two sisters, a brother, and a dog. Nothing out of the odinary, just a plain old boring family.The only 'different' thing about our family is that I am hated, by my mum, dad, all of them. But then, if you have been hated, bullied and ignored for 14 years if does get very old and you seem to ignore it. Not me. I can never ignore it. I try, I do look like I ignore but not inside. Not deep inside.
The school that Im in is called The Croesyceiliog Comprihensive School for Girls. How I ended up in that, I dont know, it's full of rich, stuck up girls and I am certainly not rich or stuck up. As for 'School for girls', that is the most stupid thing anyone could ever invent! They can die for all I care ... everyone ...
My only love is poetry, reading and writing. The only way to learn is to read others. It's the single thing that has kept me alive so long, the single thing that is keeping me alive now.
My first lesson today is English which is my favorate lesson, but I still sit at the back own my own. I daydream about being loved and accepted but I know that that dream has drifted far from my reach. People hate me for no reason I can see, maybe I something happened when I was born but I see nothing wrong with me I look just like the other kids, I'm smaller, pale and a bit scruffy but I still look like everyone else in a way. Or maybe I was put on the wrong earth which seems the most correct answer to me.
I decide to get out my poetry book and write a new poem, I see no point in listning to the class and no one will noitice me. I turn to the newest clean page and start two write.
Will hope ever come?
Will Death ever take me?
Will Life ever be done?
Can Death will bring me hope.
I stop and think what I am writing about. Death and Life are not people yet I'm writing like then are. Death is my friend and Life is my enemy, Death can bring be hope, hope that the end is near but Life brings me years of hatred and forever being alone. Death can free me from the nightmare.
The bell rings and everyone rushes out but I stay in my seat because it's dinner time and I stay inside. The teacher, Mrs.Hancock, looks at me a few times and I can tell she is either tinking what a mess I have made of myself or she wants to say something to help me. As she slowing creeps towards me I look down trying to ignore her. She is sitting on the desk infront of me now so I look up. 'Is everything ok?' she askes. Of corse it's not, everyone hates me, I am of no importance to the world and I might as well die! 'Yes Mrs. I supose it is' I lie but she's not convinced, I can tell in her eyes. 'Are you sure?' she askes. Bugger off! Go home! Leave me now! 'Yes mrs ... well ... no ... but it's too late now, no one can help' I sigh. She puts her hand on my chin, holds my head up and says 'You have beautiful eyes. You can tell a lot from peoples eyes and your eyes are deep, bottomless pits of lonleyness' I blush and say I must go but she stops me leaving and whispers 'Wait for me by my car, the red one by the gate, after school.' I nodd and leave quickly.
My last lesson of the day is art and I sit at the front because all the 'sad' people sit at the front. I think about what Mrs.Hancock said about my eyes and why she wants me to wait for her and I drift off into a daydream. The suddenly the bell rings. On my way out my class mates pull my hair and whisper 'loner' and 'Go home and doe' in my ear so I run to the car and sit behind it waiting for her.
After about five minutes she comes rushing and apoligising to me for being late. I stand the staring at her wondering why she is doing this. 'Jess' she said with sympathy 'I want you to come to my house.' I stand in shock and I cant believe my ears, why would one of the most respectful teachers want me to go to her house? 'Run home now and pack you bag, you can stay as long as you want and lets be honest, your family wont noitice.' she blurts out.
Unable to say no I run up the hill and quietly sneak upstairs to my room, I use my school bag because I dont have much. I pack my poem book and pens, my ragdoll, pajamers and a dress. Then i run back down to the car and she is sitting inside brushing her hair. I sit in the back and the whole way to her house there is silence.