I DID NOT write this.... i read it on FanFiction.Net its written Von 'FruitSmiles', I thought it was amazing!! This is only the first chapter Du can read the rest on the website :-) hope Du like it as much as i did :-)
I walked into the quiet house flipping on all the light switches as I went. With the lights on, the house seemed emptier than with the lights off. As I took a glimpse around the main floor I realized all of the rooms were trashed. The scent of hot sauce and beizen, pickle saft filled my nostrils. I clearly remember not having either in my kitchen. I groaned. In no way possible was I going to get my Berichten done and get the house cleaned. I stepped over some paper cups and grabbed the house phone.
"Hello?" My best friend Selena answered in her usual perky voice. Selena's been my best friend since forever. We've been through everything together. We were practically sisters.
"Um, hi, guess whose house is trashed?"
"Not mine." Selena answered sympathetically.
"No," I sighed, "Mine is. My rents come Home in less than eight hours and I still have that English paper due."
"Demi, I wish I could help. But I have lots to do too. My AP classes have had me loaded all week." She explained apologetically. "Wait, why didn't Du clean today? We had school off."
"I got called in to the shelter. They had me working all day." I stint the animal still on me and I cringed. "Which reminds me, I smell like wet dog. I'm in desperate need of a shower. I'll talk to Du later Sel."
"Ok, have fun." I hung up and threw the phone on the couch, stomping my way up the stairs to my room.
The house is trashed because my beloved Selena threw a party in my house. Not hers. Working at the animal shelter is okay. I Liebe Tiere and the pay isn't so bad either, the stupid thing is I don't have to work. My parents have the world at their fingertips. But I don't want nor do I like things being handed to me. I like earning things. My parents work as CEO's of this cereal company. Cheesy I know.
Walking into my room I was suddenly grateful that there was a lock on my door. Because as of now, my room was the only clean one in the house all because I locked it during the party. But I couldn't say the same for my parent's room. Yep, I'm dead I thought again. I pulled my laptop on my lap and began typing my paper on my theories of the Supernatural. How stupid! I thought. My teacher swore I had talent. It was just torture for her to acknowledge how good I was. Especially since she announced in front of the whole student body that Demi's Schreiben was 'splendid' and 'surreal'.
Friday morning! Finally! I thought as I walked in to English. I placed my paper in the middle of the stack hoping the teacher wouldn't pick it up. I tried my best to write it terribly and to my dismay it was decent. No matter how terrible I tried to be, I couldn't. As I sat in my sitz the teacher went through the pile and sure enough it was my paper she held in her hands.
"Demetria." The teacher called me Von my full name, which I hate being called I might add, up to her schreibtisch after her lecture was over. I walked up to her desk. "I like what you've written. Very insightful. Would Du mind Schreiben a short story on your choice of the Supernatural?" I shook my head, clearly defiant. "I'd rather not—" The glocke rang.
"Good. Have it on my schreibtisch Von Monday." I sighed, grabbing my Bücher and stalked out of the class. Lunch didn't come soon enough. I was desperate to talk to Selena so I ran into the cafeteria.
"She liked my paper!" I half-screeched slamming my Essen on the table. Few of the fries scattered along the table. "Usually that's a good thing." Selena joked.
"Well it's not!" I said, glaring at my tray. "I'm to have a short-story on Mrs. Ethan's schreibtisch Von Monday." Selena pulled me into a side-hug.
"Still upset about the house?" Selena asked. She could easily see through my excuses. I don't even know why I tried lying to her anymore. I sighed and looked at her.
"I'm dead. Du know my parents. They're not going to be happy about this." Selena took a bite of her salat before turning to me.
"Maybe if Du explained to them Du didn't throw the party, they might listen. I could talk to them." She offered.
"Selena it doesn't matter what Du say. Du know it won't listen."
"Then make them." She prodded. I sighed and listened on what she had planned.
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"Demi, I don't care who started the party. Your house therefore its your responsibility." My Mom yelled at me ruthless, picking up trash. She must've been working on cleaning all day.
"Look. For the thousandth time! I'm sorry!" I sagte begging her for forgiveness. My Mom cleaned up the last bit of trash then turned to me.
"You're grounded. No parties, no friends. No phone!" She said, stealing my cell phone out of my hand.
"But Mom!" My Mom put her finger up; warning me. "Fine. I'm going to go do my homework now. And wallow in despair." I sagte sarcastically, turning on my heels walking towards my room.
"Love Du too hunny!" My Mom called out from the kitchen. "I Liebe you!" I called back willfully. Making me feel guilty was just one of my Mom's grueling tactics.
I walked in my room throwing my notebook on my bett and grabbing the laptop off my desk, placing it on my bed. My Mom hadn't grounded me from the computer. I smiled at the thought, my computer flashing, signaling I had an email.
'Hey gurl. How'd the talk with the rents go? Oh, par-tay tonight! 8 I'll pick u up. Luv yaa. –Sel'
I hit the reply button and strummed my fingers along the keyboard.
'The talk went terrible GROUNDED FOR LIFE! No party for me Sel, sorry. –Demi' I hit send and closed my laptop shut. If Selena could she'd jump out of her computer and pull me into the party. Selena was a party f.r.e.a.k. She went to tons and tons of parties while maintaining a 4.0 GPA. She was like a effing god. And the one thing she loved Weiter to partying was dragging me along with. We wouldn't drink oder smoke. Selena mostly went to parties and hit on tons of guys she didn't know. Many of them wayyy too old for her. Considering she was 16, it wasn't safe, sicher for her to be around that kind of stupidness. Call me crazy but that's how I thought about it. It was all stupid.
I'd just finished cleaning up the plates from abendessen when the doorbell rang. I heard my Mom's footsteps rush to the door. Please don't be Selena, please don't be-
"Selena!" My Mom called out happily. Selena's voice was muffled and low. I couldn't hear a word she said. A few moments later they walked into the küche both of them staring at me.
"Go on, go study at Selena's." My Mom urged. Another one of Selena's tricks, I thought. She was clever. No wonder she was the way she is. I was quickly outside standing beside Sel's Mercedes.
"Shoes, skirt, and hemd, shirt are in the back. Get changed missy." Selena urged, pushing me into the car. I didn't argue with Selena this was ritual Von now. The partying. The sneaking out. I stepped outside of the car and Selena did a double-take.
"Lovely." She sagte to herself. She reached up past my neck and unclipped my hair. It fell into bunches of curls at my shoulders, running down my back. Selena shook my hair up a bit Mehr and took off her long black jacket, revealing her outfit. Her hemd, shirt was outlined in a satin black as the ruffles at the bottom of the hemd, shirt really showed her body features. Her black mini-skirt looked leather, resembling mine closely. I was wearing a tight black hemd, shirt that cut too low and had a small slit that ran down to my bellybutton. My pierced bellybutton that is.
I got in the car and Selena started driving east out of town.
"Where's the party?" I asked.
"San Antonio." Oh, no no no no. I thought. San Antonio was the worst place for parties. What is she thinking? We're going to end up really trashed tonight. Whether either of this liked it oder not.
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I walked into the quiet house flipping on all the light switches as I went. With the lights on, the house seemed emptier than with the lights off. As I took a glimpse around the main floor I realized all of the rooms were trashed. The scent of hot sauce and beizen, pickle saft filled my nostrils. I clearly remember not having either in my kitchen. I groaned. In no way possible was I going to get my Berichten done and get the house cleaned. I stepped over some paper cups and grabbed the house phone.
"Hello?" My best friend Selena answered in her usual perky voice. Selena's been my best friend since forever. We've been through everything together. We were practically sisters.
"Um, hi, guess whose house is trashed?"
"Not mine." Selena answered sympathetically.
"No," I sighed, "Mine is. My rents come Home in less than eight hours and I still have that English paper due."
"Demi, I wish I could help. But I have lots to do too. My AP classes have had me loaded all week." She explained apologetically. "Wait, why didn't Du clean today? We had school off."
"I got called in to the shelter. They had me working all day." I stint the animal still on me and I cringed. "Which reminds me, I smell like wet dog. I'm in desperate need of a shower. I'll talk to Du later Sel."
"Ok, have fun." I hung up and threw the phone on the couch, stomping my way up the stairs to my room.
The house is trashed because my beloved Selena threw a party in my house. Not hers. Working at the animal shelter is okay. I Liebe Tiere and the pay isn't so bad either, the stupid thing is I don't have to work. My parents have the world at their fingertips. But I don't want nor do I like things being handed to me. I like earning things. My parents work as CEO's of this cereal company. Cheesy I know.
Walking into my room I was suddenly grateful that there was a lock on my door. Because as of now, my room was the only clean one in the house all because I locked it during the party. But I couldn't say the same for my parent's room. Yep, I'm dead I thought again. I pulled my laptop on my lap and began typing my paper on my theories of the Supernatural. How stupid! I thought. My teacher swore I had talent. It was just torture for her to acknowledge how good I was. Especially since she announced in front of the whole student body that Demi's Schreiben was 'splendid' and 'surreal'.
Friday morning! Finally! I thought as I walked in to English. I placed my paper in the middle of the stack hoping the teacher wouldn't pick it up. I tried my best to write it terribly and to my dismay it was decent. No matter how terrible I tried to be, I couldn't. As I sat in my sitz the teacher went through the pile and sure enough it was my paper she held in her hands.
"Demetria." The teacher called me Von my full name, which I hate being called I might add, up to her schreibtisch after her lecture was over. I walked up to her desk. "I like what you've written. Very insightful. Would Du mind Schreiben a short story on your choice of the Supernatural?" I shook my head, clearly defiant. "I'd rather not—" The glocke rang.
"Good. Have it on my schreibtisch Von Monday." I sighed, grabbing my Bücher and stalked out of the class. Lunch didn't come soon enough. I was desperate to talk to Selena so I ran into the cafeteria.
"She liked my paper!" I half-screeched slamming my Essen on the table. Few of the fries scattered along the table. "Usually that's a good thing." Selena joked.
"Well it's not!" I said, glaring at my tray. "I'm to have a short-story on Mrs. Ethan's schreibtisch Von Monday." Selena pulled me into a side-hug.
"Still upset about the house?" Selena asked. She could easily see through my excuses. I don't even know why I tried lying to her anymore. I sighed and looked at her.
"I'm dead. Du know my parents. They're not going to be happy about this." Selena took a bite of her salat before turning to me.
"Maybe if Du explained to them Du didn't throw the party, they might listen. I could talk to them." She offered.
"Selena it doesn't matter what Du say. Du know it won't listen."
"Then make them." She prodded. I sighed and listened on what she had planned.
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"Demi, I don't care who started the party. Your house therefore its your responsibility." My Mom yelled at me ruthless, picking up trash. She must've been working on cleaning all day.
"Look. For the thousandth time! I'm sorry!" I sagte begging her for forgiveness. My Mom cleaned up the last bit of trash then turned to me.
"You're grounded. No parties, no friends. No phone!" She said, stealing my cell phone out of my hand.
"But Mom!" My Mom put her finger up; warning me. "Fine. I'm going to go do my homework now. And wallow in despair." I sagte sarcastically, turning on my heels walking towards my room.
"Love Du too hunny!" My Mom called out from the kitchen. "I Liebe you!" I called back willfully. Making me feel guilty was just one of my Mom's grueling tactics.
I walked in my room throwing my notebook on my bett and grabbing the laptop off my desk, placing it on my bed. My Mom hadn't grounded me from the computer. I smiled at the thought, my computer flashing, signaling I had an email.
'Hey gurl. How'd the talk with the rents go? Oh, par-tay tonight! 8 I'll pick u up. Luv yaa. –Sel'
I hit the reply button and strummed my fingers along the keyboard.
'The talk went terrible GROUNDED FOR LIFE! No party for me Sel, sorry. –Demi' I hit send and closed my laptop shut. If Selena could she'd jump out of her computer and pull me into the party. Selena was a party f.r.e.a.k. She went to tons and tons of parties while maintaining a 4.0 GPA. She was like a effing god. And the one thing she loved Weiter to partying was dragging me along with. We wouldn't drink oder smoke. Selena mostly went to parties and hit on tons of guys she didn't know. Many of them wayyy too old for her. Considering she was 16, it wasn't safe, sicher for her to be around that kind of stupidness. Call me crazy but that's how I thought about it. It was all stupid.
I'd just finished cleaning up the plates from abendessen when the doorbell rang. I heard my Mom's footsteps rush to the door. Please don't be Selena, please don't be-
"Selena!" My Mom called out happily. Selena's voice was muffled and low. I couldn't hear a word she said. A few moments later they walked into the küche both of them staring at me.
"Go on, go study at Selena's." My Mom urged. Another one of Selena's tricks, I thought. She was clever. No wonder she was the way she is. I was quickly outside standing beside Sel's Mercedes.
"Shoes, skirt, and hemd, shirt are in the back. Get changed missy." Selena urged, pushing me into the car. I didn't argue with Selena this was ritual Von now. The partying. The sneaking out. I stepped outside of the car and Selena did a double-take.
"Lovely." She sagte to herself. She reached up past my neck and unclipped my hair. It fell into bunches of curls at my shoulders, running down my back. Selena shook my hair up a bit Mehr and took off her long black jacket, revealing her outfit. Her hemd, shirt was outlined in a satin black as the ruffles at the bottom of the hemd, shirt really showed her body features. Her black mini-skirt looked leather, resembling mine closely. I was wearing a tight black hemd, shirt that cut too low and had a small slit that ran down to my bellybutton. My pierced bellybutton that is.
I got in the car and Selena started driving east out of town.
"Where's the party?" I asked.
"San Antonio." Oh, no no no no. I thought. San Antonio was the worst place for parties. What is she thinking? We're going to end up really trashed tonight. Whether either of this liked it oder not.
Chapter 2 - link
