I'd always had some hope inside me, hope that shined like the brightest star, because that was just me. Yuri Satomi. I knew there was hope; that little light at the end of the long tunnel that kept someone walking, that hand always pulling Du up when Du don't know what to do anymore?
Well. That hope, if there ever was some inside me, was gone. Forever gone.
I guess I should start from the very beginning, my story, when I had first met Duncan.
I pounded on the carpeted floor. I was eleven, and really, really annoyed. I sobbed, long and deep, my blonde streak falling into my tear-stained eyes. "Stop it..." I managed, trying to push the twelve-year-old boy in front of me away. "Go away, Duncan."
"I won't go away," he insisted. "I just wanted to say hi!"
"Go AWAY!" I shouted, hitting him in the face, flinching as he drew back.
"Sorry, Yuri!" He gasped. "I sagte I was sorry."
I growled. "You are not sorry. Du were never sorry. Leave me alone."
I stared into his eyes, feeling some of me sadness vanish, and it was abruptly replaced Von wonder and a weird longing.
"Dammit, Duncan," I whispered. "Go away."
"Forget it, Yuri!" He snapped, and he ran away, and I had no idea what he was up to.
My knees crumpled, and I fell to the ground, sobbing. My cheek brushed a dandelion, and I groaned. A single, clear teardrop spattered on my blue sweater, and I gave in to myself, lying there. I didn't think I could do anything else. He had done that to me, Duncan had hurt me, maybe for life. He... he sagte that he didn't care about me anymore. We were best friends, and then he just sagte it, out of nowhere, leaving me hanging.
I lay there until my Favorit teacher, Ms. Lyrine, found me there, and brushed my tears off my face. "Kiyuri?"
I tried to speak, but I coughed instead to keep from crying.
"Kiyuri."
I sobbed.
"What did Duncan do?"
"It's all his fault," I murmured. "He said..."
I paused. "Go on," Ms. Lyrine urged.
"He sagte that I wasn't his best friend anymore. He sagte that he didn't care about me. He sagte that he would Von happy if I died!"
"I didn't," Duncan murmured, and I realized that he was there, behind my teacher.
"You did!" I screamed. "You sagte you..."
"I know what I said, Yuri. I didn't mean it!"
"Stop it. Go away."
"Duncan, why did Du say that to Kiyuri?"
"I sagte I didn't mean it!" Duncan argued.
"Do not EVER say that again, if Du didn't mean it, Duncan."
I blinked, and the tears threatened to overflow.
"Alright, ma'am," Duncan gave in.
I smirked.
"Thank you, Duncan." Ms. Lyrine's voice was soft. "There, now. Are Du okay, Yuri?"
No,, I almost said. No way. How do Du expect me to be OKAY?!
But all I did was nod. What else could I do?
Ms. Lyrine patted my hair. And she left, leaving me and Duncan.
"Yuri, why won't Du believe me?"
"Because I don't." I shivered.
Duncan sniffed. "Why don't you?"
"Because that's all Du are." My voice was dangerous. "That's all Du want, power. Du don't care about anyone, Duncan. Not me, not anyone."
"That's not true!" He protested. "Yuri!"
I avoided staring into his eyes, so that wouldn't distract me.
"It's true," I snarled. I'd never been easy to forgive someone. "And Du know what, Duncan? I don't care, either. I don't care if Du go away, if Du disappear from this world forever."
It wasn't true, obviously, but at that moment, I just wanted to hurt him. I would do anything.
He patted my head, and I stared at him. "What?"
"Yuri..."
"I said, what?" I demanded.
"I care, Yuri," he sagte seriously.
"I don't," I snapped.
Duncan sighed. "I'll leave you, Yuri. If Du want."
"Go away forever. Do that, and I'll be happy."
He smiled. "Not likely, Yuri."
"Go away!" I repeated, with Mehr emphasis.
And he did, leaving me there, along, my face buried in the long grass, wishing I was dead.
Well. That hope, if there ever was some inside me, was gone. Forever gone.
I guess I should start from the very beginning, my story, when I had first met Duncan.
I pounded on the carpeted floor. I was eleven, and really, really annoyed. I sobbed, long and deep, my blonde streak falling into my tear-stained eyes. "Stop it..." I managed, trying to push the twelve-year-old boy in front of me away. "Go away, Duncan."
"I won't go away," he insisted. "I just wanted to say hi!"
"Go AWAY!" I shouted, hitting him in the face, flinching as he drew back.
"Sorry, Yuri!" He gasped. "I sagte I was sorry."
I growled. "You are not sorry. Du were never sorry. Leave me alone."
I stared into his eyes, feeling some of me sadness vanish, and it was abruptly replaced Von wonder and a weird longing.
"Dammit, Duncan," I whispered. "Go away."
"Forget it, Yuri!" He snapped, and he ran away, and I had no idea what he was up to.
My knees crumpled, and I fell to the ground, sobbing. My cheek brushed a dandelion, and I groaned. A single, clear teardrop spattered on my blue sweater, and I gave in to myself, lying there. I didn't think I could do anything else. He had done that to me, Duncan had hurt me, maybe for life. He... he sagte that he didn't care about me anymore. We were best friends, and then he just sagte it, out of nowhere, leaving me hanging.
I lay there until my Favorit teacher, Ms. Lyrine, found me there, and brushed my tears off my face. "Kiyuri?"
I tried to speak, but I coughed instead to keep from crying.
"Kiyuri."
I sobbed.
"What did Duncan do?"
"It's all his fault," I murmured. "He said..."
I paused. "Go on," Ms. Lyrine urged.
"He sagte that I wasn't his best friend anymore. He sagte that he didn't care about me. He sagte that he would Von happy if I died!"
"I didn't," Duncan murmured, and I realized that he was there, behind my teacher.
"You did!" I screamed. "You sagte you..."
"I know what I said, Yuri. I didn't mean it!"
"Stop it. Go away."
"Duncan, why did Du say that to Kiyuri?"
"I sagte I didn't mean it!" Duncan argued.
"Do not EVER say that again, if Du didn't mean it, Duncan."
I blinked, and the tears threatened to overflow.
"Alright, ma'am," Duncan gave in.
I smirked.
"Thank you, Duncan." Ms. Lyrine's voice was soft. "There, now. Are Du okay, Yuri?"
No,, I almost said. No way. How do Du expect me to be OKAY?!
But all I did was nod. What else could I do?
Ms. Lyrine patted my hair. And she left, leaving me and Duncan.
"Yuri, why won't Du believe me?"
"Because I don't." I shivered.
Duncan sniffed. "Why don't you?"
"Because that's all Du are." My voice was dangerous. "That's all Du want, power. Du don't care about anyone, Duncan. Not me, not anyone."
"That's not true!" He protested. "Yuri!"
I avoided staring into his eyes, so that wouldn't distract me.
"It's true," I snarled. I'd never been easy to forgive someone. "And Du know what, Duncan? I don't care, either. I don't care if Du go away, if Du disappear from this world forever."
It wasn't true, obviously, but at that moment, I just wanted to hurt him. I would do anything.
He patted my head, and I stared at him. "What?"
"Yuri..."
"I said, what?" I demanded.
"I care, Yuri," he sagte seriously.
"I don't," I snapped.
Duncan sighed. "I'll leave you, Yuri. If Du want."
"Go away forever. Do that, and I'll be happy."
He smiled. "Not likely, Yuri."
"Go away!" I repeated, with Mehr emphasis.
And he did, leaving me there, along, my face buried in the long grass, wishing I was dead.
Name: Dustin LeDeimon
Age: 16
Birthdate: September 8th
Siblings: Twin sister Lilly, oder L3ll4y. Lilly is older.
Nationaliy: Mom is Spanish, Dad is American
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Crush: Duncan
Style: Emo
Looks: Black hair with blonde bang over left eye, blue eyes, eyeliner (XD), Emo clothing (?),so fucking pale
Friends: Trent, Lindsay
Enemies: Pretty much everyone else...
Interests: Poem writing, taking pics of himself with a camera, cutting self (XD), fasion designing, Duncan
Why on TDI?: Dustin wants to have some fun!
Personality: Hyper, upbeat...yeah that sumurizes it.
Am I like Dustin at all: No. I'm not an Emo whiny bitch.
Stereotype: The gay upbeat Emo whiny bitch
Quote: "OMG DUNCAN'S MINE NOT YOURS HE'S MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
So that's Dustin for ya.
Age: 16
Birthdate: September 8th
Siblings: Twin sister Lilly, oder L3ll4y. Lilly is older.
Nationaliy: Mom is Spanish, Dad is American
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Crush: Duncan
Style: Emo
Looks: Black hair with blonde bang over left eye, blue eyes, eyeliner (XD), Emo clothing (?),so fucking pale
Friends: Trent, Lindsay
Enemies: Pretty much everyone else...
Interests: Poem writing, taking pics of himself with a camera, cutting self (XD), fasion designing, Duncan
Why on TDI?: Dustin wants to have some fun!
Personality: Hyper, upbeat...yeah that sumurizes it.
Am I like Dustin at all: No. I'm not an Emo whiny bitch.
Stereotype: The gay upbeat Emo whiny bitch
Quote: "OMG DUNCAN'S MINE NOT YOURS HE'S MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
So that's Dustin for ya.
Harold got up from his Mother's couch. "If i was a dragon-flyer, I'd want to be Zonarah. He's the most muscular and smartest male 'DF'" At that moment Duncan swung the door open. "Hey nerd!" He chuckled as he stood up straight. " Ready?" "For what?"
Harold turned around. Unfortunally, Duncan DIDN'T bring Leshawna over and instead stuffed the Red Head in the garbage. "See ya later Doris!" Duncan mocked as he walked away.
"I know he likes me under all that bad boy."Harold turned himself upward as he pulled trash out of his ears. "Looks like it's just a matter of time" He got out, only to find that Duncan had tied his underwear to the bin. "GOSH! IDIOTS!"
Harold turned around. Unfortunally, Duncan DIDN'T bring Leshawna over and instead stuffed the Red Head in the garbage. "See ya later Doris!" Duncan mocked as he walked away.
"I know he likes me under all that bad boy."Harold turned himself upward as he pulled trash out of his ears. "Looks like it's just a matter of time" He got out, only to find that Duncan had tied his underwear to the bin. "GOSH! IDIOTS!"
Gwen:
It was May, and school was almost over. Thank God I thought to myself as I was listening to my iPod while my Math teacher was talking about algebra I think. When school was done I would be going to a new school, Russel High School. That was one of the snotty rich kid schools and I would be one of the only goth people there, and probably the least beliebt again.
“Gwen Manson are Du listening…..” My teacher said.
“Ya sure,”
“Then what is the answer…”
“O. um….” I just sat there confused and looked at the board.. okay x divided a equals e times y which is…..um….. I sat there tapping my pencil thinking hard
“Okay apparently Du aren’t listening it equals x12”
A/N: I’m not in high school so I just did something random
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A few months has passed and it was now summer and school will start up in a few weeks woohoo
It was May, and school was almost over. Thank God I thought to myself as I was listening to my iPod while my Math teacher was talking about algebra I think. When school was done I would be going to a new school, Russel High School. That was one of the snotty rich kid schools and I would be one of the only goth people there, and probably the least beliebt again.
“Gwen Manson are Du listening…..” My teacher said.
“Ya sure,”
“Then what is the answer…”
“O. um….” I just sat there confused and looked at the board.. okay x divided a equals e times y which is…..um….. I sat there tapping my pencil thinking hard
“Okay apparently Du aren’t listening it equals x12”
A/N: I’m not in high school so I just did something random
--
A few months has passed and it was now summer and school will start up in a few weeks woohoo
HEATHER POV: Ugh! Where that blond bimbo got 2? "There Du are!" i smiled sweetly as linds & the newby came ova.
COURTNEY POV: Linds took me 2 the front of the skool building. We c a girl with long, black hair, wearing the sluttiest outfit i'd ever seen! "Um, hi" i sagte nicely. "U r?" she asked me, "Oh im courtney. U r?" i asked. "Heather. I c ure the "new" girl" she said, "Yh" i replied. "So, Du guna hang around wiv me?" she asked "Sure", "Gr8! C u l8r! Bye!" she walks off. Wt hav i lt myslf in 4???
TBC..
COURTNEY POV: Linds took me 2 the front of the skool building. We c a girl with long, black hair, wearing the sluttiest outfit i'd ever seen! "Um, hi" i sagte nicely. "U r?" she asked me, "Oh im courtney. U r?" i asked. "Heather. I c ure the "new" girl" she said, "Yh" i replied. "So, Du guna hang around wiv me?" she asked "Sure", "Gr8! C u l8r! Bye!" she walks off. Wt hav i lt myslf in 4???
TBC..
HEATHER'S POV: Uh, another BORING Tag of school. I walked to the main door with my BFF, the dumb, pretty blonde, Lindsay. "Who is that?!" she asked me, "How the hell am i meant 2 know? Go and ask HER!"
COURTNEY'S POV: I cant believe how scary this school is. I, i know im the "new" girl and everything but..."Who are u?" a blonde came running ova 2 me, shouting. "Im courtney," i introduced myself "the new girl", "ok, bye" she ran off.
HEATHER'S POV: "She's Courtney, a TOTALLY new girl" lindsay sagte
TBC...
COURTNEY'S POV: I cant believe how scary this school is. I, i know im the "new" girl and everything but..."Who are u?" a blonde came running ova 2 me, shouting. "Im courtney," i introduced myself "the new girl", "ok, bye" she ran off.
HEATHER'S POV: "She's Courtney, a TOTALLY new girl" lindsay sagte
TBC...
nelly:rule 1 each week 1 of the contestents from the cast will get pampered at their fake wedding with their liebesvogel, lovebird yep rule 2 every1 gets a part of a wedding thing and the team that wins will get something speical with their liebesvogel, lovebird rule 3 last of all the thing that u get asigned 2 is going 2 get graded any Frage first wedding is 4 raynie
raynie:yay i'm the 1 person
nelly:lets throw in a suprise oh gordon
raynie:gordon is here?
nelly:yep
raynie:ehhhhhhhh
gordon:raynie is that u?
raynie:u bet its me