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By Emma Electric
“Okay look. I don't want to take
care of you guys. The only reason
I took you in is because you're family. It's not my fault your father and mother weren't good parents. Don't get in my way. I'm sure you can take care of yourself.”
My Aunt Carrie stated.
“No problem” I said unsurprised that Carrie didn't want to
take care of us. She's only ___. She's fresh out of college. She
probably wants to live her life you know? I can take care of myself
anyways. I've taken care of myself since I was little.
“Okay. I can take care of myself. I think we could be good friends
though I mean we're pretty close in age and we seem to be into the same kind of things.” My 17
year old suck up sister, Antonia said.
“Yeah I'm going to meet some friends later. You should come along… but um Olive… sorry your only 13…
your too little. You can't
come.” Carrie said
“Didn't want to go anyways.” I said. “But can you call
me Trix? Everyone calls me Trix.”
“Uh sure… why?” Carrie asked.
“Trix is short for Bellatrix. Did you know there is more than one
sun in outer space? Well Bellatrix is the name of one of those suns. It is about four times brighter
than our sun. That's why my friend nicknamed me Trix. She always said I was brighter than the
sun.” I explained. No one ever understood that
“Oh. Okay.” Carrie said perplexed. She probably thinks I'm
Hmm. Maybe they can be
friends. I was thinking as I watched them chit chatting on the couch. But that's a good thing. Carrie seems like a
good person. She eats healthy and definitely doesn't do drugs. She seems nice… Well besides
the fact that she pretty much told me to leave her alone. Hanging out with Carrie might be good for
Toni always seems to get herself into trouble. Back at home there was
always a heavy supply of drugs and alcohol. It wasn't hard for Toni to take some. And she almost
always did. Toni was friends with all the bad kids at our school too. She was always out. That's why
I had to take care of myself. Sometimes I would even have to take care of Toni.
I've never been into drugs. Or alcohol for that matter. I saw what they did to my parents. And I saw what they did to my sweet sister.
That's definitely not what I want for me. Instead I focused my time in my art and my best friend
After watching Carrie and Toni talking for quite some time I decided to
explore the house. It was small. The front door opened up to the elegant living room. The couch had a pretty floral pattern and the curtains
were red silk. To the left of the
living room was the kitchen. The tiny kitchen had a small round table just big enough to hold three
people… Maybe four if you squeezed. It was full of stainless
steal appliances. The refrigerator, microwave, oven, and sink,
were all in stainless steal. Then
you walk up a stairwell and there is one long hallway with four
doors each painted a different color. I opened the doors and peeked inside each of them. The room
with the pink door was also pink. Pink everywhere in fact. There
were pink walls, pink curtains, pink bed spread, and pink dresser. I checked in the closet to
see if there were any clothes. It was empty. This must be either
Toni's or mine. I thought. I think I'll let this be Toni's room. I
then poked my head into the room with a green door. Once again everything in the room was the same
color as the door. Green this time. I checked a drawer and found that there were
clothes. It was Carrie's room. Then I popped my head into the blue
room. Another bedroom filled with blue furniture and d?cor. Blue is my favorite color. So I decided
to put my belongings on my bed. I then put a sticky note on the door stating this room has been claimed by Trix. Toni, don't steal it.
I then went to find a completely yellow bathroom at the end
of the hall.
After exploring around the house I began to write my best friend Hoot a
letter. Carrie doesn't have a computer or a telephone. I don't have a cell phone either. So the only
way for Hoot and I to communicate is by snail mail.
It's my first day at Carrie's house. She seems pretty nice I guess. She
doesn't want anything to do with me though which is kind of lame. But I understand. I mean how would
you feel if all of a sudden people plopped two kids at your doorstep and said you had to take care
of them? She and Toni seem to be getting along great actually.
So far I have learned a lot of things. I learned that I will have to
go to private school with a bunch of snobby girls (it's an all girl's school!) I learned that N.Y.C
is a lot colder than California. A LOT colder. And I learned that too much of one color gives me a
headache. My entire room is blue. Toni's entire room is pink. Carrie's entire room is green and the
bathroom is entirely yellow! I don't know if I can handle
all this blue.
On the Brightside school ends in 4 weeks so I only have to deal with
those chicks for that much before the heat rolls in, the flowers start to bloom, and school is
I miss you already. And it's only been 2 days. It's just really weird
because usually you and me would be hanging out at The Spot right now… and we aren't. It's
hard to believe that you are all the way at the other end of the country.
I'm sure things will get better. I just have to believe it. I think
this happened for a reason. But don't think we will EVER stop being friends. You were there for me
grade. I feel like this happened so I could have an adventure. I don't know.
I went to my big black suitcase and after much searching and digging
pulled out all I would need for sending my letter. First I took my favorite perfume and sprayed my
letter with it. I remembered the time when I had sprayed my hair with this perfume and Hoot told me
my hair smelled like rainbows. Then I put the scented letter into a neon green envelope. I neatly printed out the information and put one of my favorite sparkly stamps
in the right corner. Then I decorated the bright envelope in stickers with logos of our favorite
bands. Owl City, Never Shout Never, Nickasaur just to name a few.
After personalizing the envelope I taped it to the mirror in my new room so I wouldn't forget to
mail it as soon as possible.
“Trix dinner is ready!” Toni hollered from the front
For dinner Carrie gave us hamburger and hotdogs. But I had a salad and a
peanut butter and jelly sandwich because I'm a vegetarian. Carrie told me I would have to come up
with (and pay for) my own vegetarian meals. I've never actually paid for my own food but Hoot's mom
taught me how to prepare tofu in the past. Looks like I'm going to have to find a job… if
people will even hire 13 year olds… I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be 14 but maybe they
will bend the rules. I sure hope so because otherwise I'll be munching on poor helpless cows and
chickens and pigs… and everything else.
The next morning I sent my letter to
Hoot. I don't know how long it will take for her to get it and write back. I hope its fast. I miss
her so much already. I'll miss her even more tomorrow when I start prep school. Technically it will
be my first day of school. I decided to get ready for it just like I do every year with Hoot. We
spend the whole day picking out outfits and doing each others nails. I'll just have to do my
I decided to start with the most important thing, my outfit. All my
clothes were nice and neat in my new closet. Everything was easy to find. It was the opposite back
in California. My closet was jam packed with clothes that mostly had fallen off their hangers and my
dresser seemed like it would spew my clothes out like a volcano spews out lava at any moment. I
tried on a lot of clothes. I wasn't sure if I should dress nicely because surely all the rich prep
kids would be dressed in designer labels and crap. After an hour and a half I decided to go with
something that totally showed my personality. I chose my favorite black skinny jeans and
paired it with my Mitchell Davis shirt. Mitchell Davis is a YouTube god. He makes videos under the
name of livelavalive. I'm obsessed with him… he designs his own shirts and sells them online
at districlines.com/livelavalive and I bought one. My shirt is a white V-neck with a sketch of
Mitchells face with his fingers making the shape of a beard around his mouth. His face this covered
in what looks like purple watercolors. It's my favorite shirt. For shoes I chose my purple
Next I chose my accessories. For earrings I decided to wear my big purple
dino ones. For a necklace I always wear the friendship necklace Hoot got me. One of our favorite
bands is Owl City. One of the friendship necklaces says owl and the other says city Hoot gave me
city. My necklace has a thin silver chain with small teal charms
hanging form the word city. Hoot's is the same accept it says owl
on it and the charms are light blue. She customized them at a jewelry store. I
decided to place my mom's ring on my right ring finger also. The ring has a skinny gold band that
slopes upward in the front met in the middle with a tiny diamond. It's beautiful.
I don't like spending hours doing my hair and makeup and all that sort of
thing. I don't straighten, curl, blow dry, or flat iron my hair. It's all natural wavy brown hair
all the time. I don't wear makeup because I'm too lazy in the mornings. For tomorrow I'm just
going to wear my hair down normal.
I painted my left hand's nails electric
blue. Then I looked at my right hand. This was going to be tough. Usually Hoot would do my right
hand for me. After a lot of nail polish remover I finally got my right nails pretty
After my nails dried I mixed up a facial thingy using a recipe me and
Hoot looked up on the internet last year. I put it on my face and sat down to chill. I looked at
myself in the mirror. Doing facials all by myself mad be seem just silly. It was fun when I had
someone to laugh with about how dumb we looked with green faces. I was really starting to miss Hoot.
I washed off my “green monster mask” even though it was supposed to be kept on for an
I realized I didn't really have anything to do. Without having any
friends and not knowing any fun places to go I didn't know what to do. I saw my isle and paints in
the corner of my blue room. Now there's something to do! I stuffed my paper and paint into my art bag and headed to the door.
“Hey Carrie can I go paint stuff?” I asked.
“I don't care. Do whatever.”
She answered, clearly distracted with her blackberry.
I walked out into the world. It was sort of chilly to me. Probably
because I was used to the burning hot California air. It was 74 degrees out. That's about how warm
fall is at home. I have no idea where I'm going. I thought to myself. I decided I would just follow the side walks. I knew the
address so I could just ask for direction if I needed them to find my way back. I wandered around
inhaling the city air for about 30 minutes before finding a nice looking park with a spectacular
willow tree. I positioned myself under the willow and began to paint the view from under the giant
tree. I was careful to get the full effect of each bending branch. The bright blue sky contrasted perfectly with the dark branches.
After an hour or so, when I was almost done, the sky started quickly
turning dark with puffy gray clouds. They looked like storm clouds so I made my way back to the
house. Lucky for me I found my way back quickly because right as the colorfully roomed house came into sight, the cold
rain started to bombard the pavement. I ran home the rest of the way for the fear that rain would ruin my awesome new
By the time I made it into the warm house my clothes were heavy with
water and my hair was dripping. I went straight into my new room. I changed into dry clothes and
wrapped a towel around my long brown hair. Looking out my window I could see the rain drops explode
as they pounded into the ground and began to race down the hill. I grabbed my camera and its
waterproof cover. Then I pushed open the heavy window and the screen. I leaned out my second story
window and snapped a picture of the exploding raindrops as the refreshing raindrops covered my
“Wow. Hoot would love this picture.” I told myself as I
reviewed the picture. I decided to use my camera-picture-printer-thingy to print out the picture. I
decided I would send it to Hoot in my next letter. Then I took a picture of my new weeping willow
painting and printed that out too. I wanted to get Hoot's opinion on it.
“Hoot would love to experience New York City.” I was talking
to myself. Was I going insane? I never talked to myself before I left. “I must be
lonely” I told myself, and then slapped my hand over my mouth when I realized I said that out
loud also. That's when it dawned on me. I have my camera. I can take pictures of all over New York
and send them to Hoot! She can see all of the things the way I see them.
Yet again I was left with nothing to do. No T.V. No computer. It was
getting dark out so I couldn't go outside. I noticed the book Twilight on my night stand. I've read
Twilight by Stephanie Meyer 2 times already. But I love it so much I could probably read it 10 times
in a row without getting tired of it. I picked up my much loved
book and began to read it for the third time. I quickly found myself deep inside the love story
between a fragile human and a vampire. With one hell of a fight scene!!!
Hours later I tore my eyes away from page 107 to look at the navy blue
clock on the teal walls. It was
midnight already!!! Plus I had school the next day. I closed my book and put it back on my table.
Then I buried myself in my bed's blue blankets and clapped twice to turn off the lights. Now I was
feeling the first day of school nerves kick in. I pulled out my IPod and played songs by Owl City to
slow my racing heart.
I woke up to Toni jumping on my bed. “Hey Trix get up!” she
I looked at the clock. Was I seeing it wrong? The clock on my wall read
4:00am. “Why did you wake me up? It's only four!” I am
definitely not a morning person. I'm like a vampire. The nighttime is my safest and most comfortable
“I know. I'm sorry but I'm just so sick of being in an all pink
room so I came in here. But then I thought it was kind of sketchy being in there while you sleep so
I decided to wake you up.” Toni explained her messed up logic.
“Oh I see. Yeah I guess I get it. I'm pretty sick of blue all the
time too. But couldn't you have waited to hang out in my blue room oh I don't know… at a time
when I'm… you know NOT
sleeping?” I asked grumpily. I don't like to be woken up in
early hours of the day, especially for a really dumb reason.
“No I can't wait. I'm just SO sick of it. I think I might throw up
if I go back in there.” She answered dramatically.
“Fine. I'll sleep in your room. Okay?” I reasoned
I heaved myself out of bed and trudged across the hall and opened the
powder pink door. Pink flooded into my eyes. I'm not a very big fan of pink. I mean sure a little
pink here and there isn't bad but too much pink really does bother
I discovered this when my old school decided to have Pink Day. On Pink Day
everyone wore pink. By the end of the day I never wanted to see something pink again! But this time, it was actually refreshing seeing pink instead of blue.
I dragged my feet across the fluffy pink carpet. I plopped myself onto
the ridiculously bouncy bed, flipped off the light and buried
myself into the magenta comforter where I found myself asleep and dreaming in no time.
Hours later I was woken up again by Toni. My alarm had gone off in my
room so she came in and jumped on me. Gee thanks. My nerves kicked in again. I still couldn't believe I wasn't in California
anymore. I didn't want to go to school without knowing anyone. Toni
won't even be there because she is
in the high school.
After taking a shower, brushing my hair and my teeth, I got dressed in my
favorite outfit. After checking my outfit out in the blue tinted full length mirror I went
downstairs for breakfast. Carrie had made bacon for me and Toni. It was a nice gesture. But she
forgot I was vegetarian. I thanked her anyways and made myself a bowl of Fruit Loops. Not that I
could really eat them considering how nervous I was.
After breakfast I grabbed my book bag and went to a bench 10ft. away from
the house where I was told the bus comes. Toni's school doesn't start until later. So I was sitting
there all alone.
Then huge mustard yellow bus rounded the corner too soon for my nerves to
settle. Do buses always move that fast? It felt like the bus was moving one thousand
light years per minute. As it got closer and closer speeding down the long narrow road I honestly
considered running away. But I erased the thought out of my mind when I thought of how pissed off
Carrie would be if I ditched school. When the bus rolled to a stop in front of me it took a second
for me to move my shaky legs. Why was I so
nervous? I wished Hoot was there.
When I got into the big metal vehicle of doom I noticed that it was
practically deserted. There were only four students, now five, sitting in the fake leather seats of
the huge bus. This was good. There definitely is room for me on the bus. Plus now I only have four
people staring at me, the new girl, instead of an entire bus full of girls. But I was the last stop.
So why was no one on the bus? I quickly and carefully (so I wouldn't trip) made my way to the very
back of the bus where there was the single seat. The bus ride wasn't long. Why did this bus move so fast?! And
before I knew it were pulled up to the huge school.
I've never seen a school that big before. It was probably the size of one
and a half football fields. Plus it was taller than two of Carrie's 3 story houses stacked on top of
each other. How is it possible that only 6th, 7th, and 8th grade is here? Why
can't they fit the high school too? There was no doubt I would
get lost here. The outside of the huge building was covered by red
bricks. There was an immense swarm of girls on the front lawn of
the learning institute. They were all in uniforms. I wasn't told about any uniforms. Kill me. No don't. It's not that bad. Maybe.
Now that I was out of the bus I had no choice but immerse myself into the
sea of girls. A lot of heads turned and a lot more fingers pointed from the girls. I could hear
“Who is THAT” and “What is she wearing!?” being “whispered” way
too loud. Just look ahead and make your way to the main office
Trix. Ignore them. Don't trip!!! I told myself. Once inside the nearly empty school I found a map posted on one
of the bulletin boards. Yes, the school is big enough to post a map in every floor. I used the map
to locate the main office. Once inside the office the nice receptionist gave me the books I needed
and a miniature map that could fit inside my binder. She told me my uniform should arrive tomorrow
School didn't start for 15 more minutes but the receptionist lady said I
could go ahead and find my homeroom now, before the other girls mobbed in. 258 ah where's room number 258?! I
thought to myself as I ran through the hall checking the numbers posted outside each
classroom. Then I remembered the map. I was on the wrong floor.
Wow. That makes sense. After taking one of EIGHT abnormally large elevators, (no stairs?) I found my
homeroom. Mr. Merrick was the teacher. He was really nice. He gave me my schedule. He also wrote
down the names of my other teachers and their room numbers. He was also my math teacher. I looked at
my map and the numbers of each classroom. Oh
great. All the 7th grade classrooms are mixed with
the other grades. Why must they make it so
difficult? I thought.
I glanced at the huge clock. 4 minutes left before the rest of the
students plow into the empty halls. Tick, tick,
tick the clock seemed louder now. It was almost as if there was
a huge drum playing along with each movement of the second hand.
“Hmm, livelavalive? Do you mind me asking what that means?”
Mr. Merrick asked me after reading my shirt.
“Oh well there's this kid on YouTube who makes all kinds of random,
hilarious videos and some cool artsy videos too. His YouTube name is livelavalive. He's
amazing.” I told him.
“Wicked. I'll have to look him up sometime.” Since when do teachers say wicked? Mr. Merrick seems pretty cool.
It was then that the bell rang
making me jump. Here we go. No turning back now. I could hear the noise of girls getting
louder and louder as they made their way all around the room. I made my way to sit in one of the
desks in the back, took a deep breath, and braced myself for my first day of prep school.
Soooooo how do you like it so far? I finally decided to break the story up
into chapters because I felt like it would be easier for my readers. If I have any readers…
Are you out there? I would love to get a review(:
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