Steve_Jobs
Police Officer
This fiction is going to take the reader back in time. We are going back to the time when Sara Sidle was in highschool, at the age of fifteen, my age. I will use my ideas and experiences of my, sometimes depressing, life as a source of inspiration. The only one we know from CSI is going to be Greg. I don’t know if I am going to add any other characters from CSI, maybe I’ll introduce Grissom.
I still need ideas for classmates, so if you have any, please post them.
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“ah, finally!” her alarmclock read 7 AM. She had been awake since four this morning. Her foster parents didn’t like her. She didn’t like them either. They only had her for “show,” in their social circle, you were supposed to have children. Because they didn’t really care much about her, they wanted her to be silent and in her room when she was home.
She got out of bed, took off her pajamas and threw them under the sheets. She grabbed her jeans, t-shirt and sweater. She didn’t look great, but she didn’t care, as long as she wasn’t cold.
Now came the hardest part, Lisa, her stepmother. Lisa didn’t care about Sara’s feelings, as long as her “little angel” looked pretty, and behaved like a whore…
Sara tried to sneak out of the house, carrying her bag with books. Just as she reached the front door, Lisa spotted her.
“Sara! You can’t go to school like that! You need to be pretty, or the guys will look past you! And where is your make-up? Why didn’t you put on the make-up I bought for you? You look adorable when you wear it!” Lisa walked out of the kitchen, and pulled Sara back up the stairs by her shoulders.
“Lisa! I don’t care about how I look! Please stop, I’ll be late for class!”
“You can be late for this once, you are always so punctual, try to relax. And call me mother, this is going to hurt a little.”
“Ouch! That hurt, and you are not my mother!”
“Well, who wants to be beautiful, needs to suffer.”
“But I don’t want to be beautiful! I want know a lot and that’s why I’m leaving now, I want to get to school!”
Sara struggled to get out of Lisa’s tight grip and ran down the stairs, out the door. She didn’t tell Lisa that the first hour was cancelled today, she didn’t want her to know or her hated beauty treatment would go on for another hour. Sara liked to walk to school, it gave her a chance to think about things, her life. She hated thinking about her life, it sucked, sometimes she wanted to go back to the times she lived with her real parents, sure they were drunk and her father hit her and her mother, but they didn’t force her to date people, or look like a cheap whore.
She was the first one in the classroom, as always. ‘I want to read’ so she opened her bag and got a new book out “Deception Point” by Dan Brown. As she started to read, someone entered the classroom. It was Greg. He was the only one in almost the entire school who didn’t treat her like shit.
“Hey”
“Good morning Greg.”
Greg sat down next to her and he got out his new book, “Digital Fortress” another book by Dan Brown. After another, silent, thirty minutes, the science teacher, Ms Stuw came in. “Good morning guys, why did I expect you to be here?”
They both grinned, their teacher knew them better than a lot of their own peers.
Another ten minutes later, the first students came in, hell had arrived...
I still need ideas for classmates, so if you have any, please post them.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Chapter>1>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“ah, finally!” her alarmclock read 7 AM. She had been awake since four this morning. Her foster parents didn’t like her. She didn’t like them either. They only had her for “show,” in their social circle, you were supposed to have children. Because they didn’t really care much about her, they wanted her to be silent and in her room when she was home.
She got out of bed, took off her pajamas and threw them under the sheets. She grabbed her jeans, t-shirt and sweater. She didn’t look great, but she didn’t care, as long as she wasn’t cold.
Now came the hardest part, Lisa, her stepmother. Lisa didn’t care about Sara’s feelings, as long as her “little angel” looked pretty, and behaved like a whore…
Sara tried to sneak out of the house, carrying her bag with books. Just as she reached the front door, Lisa spotted her.
“Sara! You can’t go to school like that! You need to be pretty, or the guys will look past you! And where is your make-up? Why didn’t you put on the make-up I bought for you? You look adorable when you wear it!” Lisa walked out of the kitchen, and pulled Sara back up the stairs by her shoulders.
“Lisa! I don’t care about how I look! Please stop, I’ll be late for class!”
“You can be late for this once, you are always so punctual, try to relax. And call me mother, this is going to hurt a little.”
“Ouch! That hurt, and you are not my mother!”
“Well, who wants to be beautiful, needs to suffer.”
“But I don’t want to be beautiful! I want know a lot and that’s why I’m leaving now, I want to get to school!”
Sara struggled to get out of Lisa’s tight grip and ran down the stairs, out the door. She didn’t tell Lisa that the first hour was cancelled today, she didn’t want her to know or her hated beauty treatment would go on for another hour. Sara liked to walk to school, it gave her a chance to think about things, her life. She hated thinking about her life, it sucked, sometimes she wanted to go back to the times she lived with her real parents, sure they were drunk and her father hit her and her mother, but they didn’t force her to date people, or look like a cheap whore.
She was the first one in the classroom, as always. ‘I want to read’ so she opened her bag and got a new book out “Deception Point” by Dan Brown. As she started to read, someone entered the classroom. It was Greg. He was the only one in almost the entire school who didn’t treat her like shit.
“Hey”
“Good morning Greg.”
Greg sat down next to her and he got out his new book, “Digital Fortress” another book by Dan Brown. After another, silent, thirty minutes, the science teacher, Ms Stuw came in. “Good morning guys, why did I expect you to be here?”
They both grinned, their teacher knew them better than a lot of their own peers.
Another ten minutes later, the first students came in, hell had arrived...
It's so sad.. how people can treat eachother so bad. Thats one of the reasons I'm against the war. Little OT. BACK on topic: waiting for the next chapter.