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Well, I'm still contemplating what it is...*looks around nervously*
The Life & Times of Sara Sidle
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What!? Please dont kill anybody unless of course you turn josh into a murder and kill the b*tch tat pushed her down well in that case have fun :devil: :devil: :devil: :lol: :lol: :lol:
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but that wouldnt be sad then if the person who pushed her - that would be great, but just dont make josh kill her! !!! .. OH NOOO! I know , your gonna make sara go to another foster parents and leave josh!!!!!!!!!!
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Can't say! Here's a longer chapter for you guys, I just overcame my writer's block This isn't the big sad chapter, but it's coming soon:
November 4. 1984- 6:45 am
Sara had been sleeping soundly since yesterday afternoon. At the moment she was lying on her bed still sound asleep. She had slept through dinner the night before; her foster parents did not want to wake her. In fifteen minutes, however, she would have to get up and try to take a shower in order to make it to school on time.
She woke up when she rolled off of the bed with a thud. Her eyes fluttered open and she rubbed the bump on her head from the day before. She slowly stood up and muttered sleepily as she picked out some clothes to put on after taking her shower. She then walked into the bathroom and began to undo the dressing on her head.
She winced as it slowly peeled off revealing the raw and tender area, surrounded by a mottle of purple and black as well as some dried blood. She grabbed a washrag and went over the bump, cleaning the blood off of it and then she started turned the faucets in the shower to begin her bath.
She emerged from the shower about fifteen minutes later. She got dressed as quickly as she could. She had skipped dinner the night before, so she was starving and actually considered taking her foster mother up on her breakfast offer. She slipped her left sneaker on as she was walking out of her bedroom hopping on one foot. She tripped, however, and was sent tumbling to the ground, landing right in front of her foster father as he was getting ready to leave for work.
“Whoa, slow down there, Sara!” he said with a grin as he helped her up. “How’s your head?”
“Alright, I guess.”
“Good. Now, be careful at school today, I don’t want to get a call from the hospital saying my daughter went a few rounds with Mike Tyson.”
She smiled. “I’ll be careful.”
He ruffled her hair and walked into the kitchen with Sara following behind him. He grabbed his travel coffee mug and after pouring way too much sugar into it and not stirring it, he kissed Nancy goodbye and left for work in the old white ’85 Volvo.
“Hey Sara,” Nancy said with a smile as she poured herself a glass of orange juice. “Would you like a glass of orange juice?”
“Please,” she said taking a seat at the kitchen table. Nancy poured her a glass and she thanked her before gulping it down.
“So, are you hungry today? Want something more than just an apple?” Nancy asked with a smile.
“Yes, I’m starving!”
She smiled and slid a plate full of pancakes on the table in front of Sara. She poured some maple syrup on it before refilling her glass with more orange juice.
“Eat up, you’re skin and bones!”
Sara laughed a little bit as she slid a bite of pancakes into her mouth- they were drowned in syrup, but they tasted heavenly. She sipped some more orange juice as she continued to eat, noting when Ted had finally left for work at the sound of the Volvo’s squeaky brakes.
“We’re going to need those brakes checked…” Nancy said shaking her head as she took a seat across from Sara on the table with a plate in front of her.
Sara nodded and finished off the last of her orange juice before stuffing another piece of pancakes into her mouth. She looked at the clock.
“Mmm!”
She pointed to the clock, her mouth full.
“What is it?” Nancy asked.
“Mmmf!”
“What?”
She swallowed, panting. “I’m going to be late!”
“But you still have some more time before school starts.”
She had already gotten up from her seat and ran into her room and grabbed her backpack. Slinging it over her shoulder, she was at the door and already halfway through it. “Goodbye!”
She closed the door and walked off. The truth of the matter was, she did still have a lot of time left before school started, but Josh had offered to walk her to school that day, and she did not want to keep him waiting for her.
She walked onto the sidewalk to see Josh standing there, skateboard in hand with a grin on his face. “Hello.”
She smiled. “Why hello.”
“Ready?”
“Yep.”
He smiled as he jumped onto his skateboard and rode alongside her as she walked. “So…how’s your head today?”
She shrugged. “Okay, I guess…it’s still a bit sore, but not as much.”
He smiled and stopped on his skateboard. She stopped once she noticed the lack of skateboard wheels turning behind her and she turned to face him. “Is everything alright?” she asked, a bit concerned.
He smiled and walked over to her. He pulled her closer and lightly kissed her forehead. “Now how’s it feeling?”
She looked at him in shock, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. She choked on her words. “I…uh, I-I…” She noticed the large grin on his face, which she returned. “It feels a lot better.”
They continued on their way to school, both with a rather large grin on their faces, which was growing larger by the second.
Sara walked over to her locker as Josh walked to his. She sighed in relief at the lack of graffiti vandalizing the otherwise clean piece of metal. She entered her combination and opened it. She slid the few books and papers she had in her backpack and then grabbed a few others before closing her locker. She headed off to her first class.
Taking a seat in her science class, she slid on the teal-colored latex gloves they were required to wear for the activity. She smiled thinking back to Josh trying to slip them on so nonchalantly in the hospital, and giggled a little when she slipped the plastic goggles over her eyes and tied the lab coat around her waist.
“Alright class, we’re going to partner up, and I don’t want to hear any complaining!”
Her science teacher’s voice echoed throughout the room along with a bunch of aww’s.
“Ralfadelia, you’re with George.”
There was a groan, but Sara raised a brow- there was a Ralfadelia in her class? Why hadn’t she noticed this before? Who would name their kid ‘Ralfadelia’?
She had no idea she had been paired up until she saw her partner walk over to her cursing under her breath. Sara looked up to see Melissa with her arms folded, glaring at her.
“Alright, with your partner, I want you to dissect the cadaver.”
Sara widened her eyes- what sort of cadaver would this be? Her question was soon answered when a silver tray was placed in front of them both and a limp frog was put on the tray. She looked at the frog for a moment- its form looked strangely familiar. Lifeless eyes, paler skin…
“Alright! Start!”
Her science teacher’s voice brought her out of her thoughts and she slowly picked up the scalpel they were supposed to use. She slowly made the incision and her partner just ran out of the room getting sick.
“Alright, everyone stay in here while I go take Melissa to the nurse!”
Her science teacher ran out of the room to the bathroom where Sara’s ‘tough’ partner had emptied the contents of her stomach. Sara continued working as the other students goofed off and threw things around the room.
Sara slowly picked up her pencil and took notes on the specimen. Contents of its stomach showing it’s eating habits, the color of its skin, how it seemed to be just coming out of rigor mortis, the basics.
As the class was finishing up, the dead carcasses were disposed of in an appropriate manner and everyone went to the sinks to wash up. Sara scrubbed at her hands furiously- she was wearing gloves, but she had just dissected a dead carcass, she wasn’t going to take any chances. After her hands were red from her scrubbing, she dried them off and walked out of her class after collecting her things. She walked out of the classroom to find Melissa sitting on the bench in the hallway. She still looked a bit sick, but Sara knew not to feel sorry for her.
She walked into her next class, which was algebra, and she sat down in the far corner with her hands folded over one another as she listened to her teacher talk. She doodled on her paper with her pencil, something she did when she was bored and had already heard the lesson.
As she filled her paper with meaningless scribbles, she looked out the window next to her seat. She looked at the sunlight pouring onto the concrete outside and how beautiful the trees looked with the light illuminating them. She tilted her head to see a small ladybug crawling about the windowsill.
She looked up to see her algebra teacher still in full-lecture mode, so she slowly opened the window. A nice warm breeze filled the room and she moved her chair a bit closer to the windowsill. She slowly set her finger down on the outside sill allowing the ladybug to crawl onto her finger. She smiled as its tiny legs tickled her finger and she brought her hand back into the classroom. She set the ladybug down on her desk and watched it crawl around until the bell rang which startled it and it flew off.
She gathered her things and went to the girl’s locker room to change out for PE. Now, a small wave of terror was running over her and it was growing ever so larger with every step toward the locker room. She swallowed hard as she stepped inside and went to the small locker marked hers by a small white strip of laminated paper taped onto the door reading ‘SIDLE’. She slowly opened the locker and looked around for a pair of clothes to wear. She found her tennis shoes and a pair of shorts. She slipped them on and grabbed a white t-shirt from the back of her locker and threw it on as the other girls were just entering the locker room.
The other girls said nothing as she walked out toward the gym and found her PE teacher walking over to her.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then.”
She was disappointed- her PE teacher hadn’t offered for her to sit out. She walked over to the middle of the gym as the other students walked out.
“Alright, we’re having a little physical education exam today, so the boys are going to be joining us,” her teacher said.
Now Sara understood by she couldn’t sit out- she was going to have to do some stupid exam. She did smile a bit thought- Josh was going to be with her, and that alone would help her make it through the exam.
She got into a line behind some other girls as the PE teacher walked in front of everyone to explain exactly what they were doing.
“Alright, first of all, you guys are going to do five pull-ups.”
Sara nodded- she knew she could do them easily, she had a good amount of upper-body strength.
As her turn came up, she walked over to the pull-up bars and slowly lifted her chin over them five times. Her teacher gave her a pat on the back as she ran to the end of the line.
“Alright, next, we’re going to be climbing that rope.”
He pointed to a long rope suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Sara got in the line again as she watched girls and guys alike try and climb to top. Some fell off, but luckily they were at the bottom and there was a padded mat underneath the rope. Sara’s turn came up and she wrapped her legs around the rope as she slowly pulled herself up. As she made her way up with ease, she felt the rope being wiggled around, making it harder to grip the rope with her hands.
She looked down to see almost the entire group of girls shaking it back-and-forth, list-way-and-that trying to make her fall. The PE teacher was blowing his whistle trying to make them stop, but that had no effect on them as they continued.
Sara could feel her grip slipping on the rope and let out a small scream as she fell from only a few centimeters near the top of the ceiling. She landed on the padded mat under her with a thud and the PE teacher quickly ran over to make sure she was unharmed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…yeah, I think so,” she said standing up.
She heard loud footsteps near her and looked up to see Josh stomping quickly over to Melissa. He punched her square in the jaw and Sara’s eyes widened as she grabbed the spot he had punched and held back tears. “You’re not so tough now, are you?” he asked, anger in his tone.
She just stared at him, frightened.
“ARE YOU?”
The PE teacher had grabbed both of Josh’s arms before he could throw another punch and sent him to the principal’s office. Before he walked off, however, Sara saw the small grin he gave her and walked out. Melissa was now in tears and she was escorted to the principal’s office with him after she went to the nurse’s office.
Sara and the rest of the boys from Josh’s class, headed out of the gym and into the locker rooms to get ready for lunch, since they were the only people not involved with the little incident.
Sara sat down on the cold metal bench in the locker room, and when she made sure no one was watching or standing in the room, she burst out laughing, tears running down her cheeks.
This isn't the big sad chapter, but it's coming soon:November 4. 1984- 6:45 am
Sara had been sleeping soundly since yesterday afternoon. At the moment she was lying on her bed still sound asleep. She had slept through dinner the night before; her foster parents did not want to wake her. In fifteen minutes, however, she would have to get up and try to take a shower in order to make it to school on time.
She woke up when she rolled off of the bed with a thud. Her eyes fluttered open and she rubbed the bump on her head from the day before. She slowly stood up and muttered sleepily as she picked out some clothes to put on after taking her shower. She then walked into the bathroom and began to undo the dressing on her head.
She winced as it slowly peeled off revealing the raw and tender area, surrounded by a mottle of purple and black as well as some dried blood. She grabbed a washrag and went over the bump, cleaning the blood off of it and then she started turned the faucets in the shower to begin her bath.
She emerged from the shower about fifteen minutes later. She got dressed as quickly as she could. She had skipped dinner the night before, so she was starving and actually considered taking her foster mother up on her breakfast offer. She slipped her left sneaker on as she was walking out of her bedroom hopping on one foot. She tripped, however, and was sent tumbling to the ground, landing right in front of her foster father as he was getting ready to leave for work.
“Whoa, slow down there, Sara!” he said with a grin as he helped her up. “How’s your head?”
“Alright, I guess.”
“Good. Now, be careful at school today, I don’t want to get a call from the hospital saying my daughter went a few rounds with Mike Tyson.”
She smiled. “I’ll be careful.”
He ruffled her hair and walked into the kitchen with Sara following behind him. He grabbed his travel coffee mug and after pouring way too much sugar into it and not stirring it, he kissed Nancy goodbye and left for work in the old white ’85 Volvo.
“Hey Sara,” Nancy said with a smile as she poured herself a glass of orange juice. “Would you like a glass of orange juice?”
“Please,” she said taking a seat at the kitchen table. Nancy poured her a glass and she thanked her before gulping it down.
“So, are you hungry today? Want something more than just an apple?” Nancy asked with a smile.
“Yes, I’m starving!”
She smiled and slid a plate full of pancakes on the table in front of Sara. She poured some maple syrup on it before refilling her glass with more orange juice.
“Eat up, you’re skin and bones!”
Sara laughed a little bit as she slid a bite of pancakes into her mouth- they were drowned in syrup, but they tasted heavenly. She sipped some more orange juice as she continued to eat, noting when Ted had finally left for work at the sound of the Volvo’s squeaky brakes.
“We’re going to need those brakes checked…” Nancy said shaking her head as she took a seat across from Sara on the table with a plate in front of her.
Sara nodded and finished off the last of her orange juice before stuffing another piece of pancakes into her mouth. She looked at the clock.
“Mmm!”
She pointed to the clock, her mouth full.
“What is it?” Nancy asked.
“Mmmf!”
“What?”
She swallowed, panting. “I’m going to be late!”
“But you still have some more time before school starts.”
She had already gotten up from her seat and ran into her room and grabbed her backpack. Slinging it over her shoulder, she was at the door and already halfway through it. “Goodbye!”
She closed the door and walked off. The truth of the matter was, she did still have a lot of time left before school started, but Josh had offered to walk her to school that day, and she did not want to keep him waiting for her.
She walked onto the sidewalk to see Josh standing there, skateboard in hand with a grin on his face. “Hello.”
She smiled. “Why hello.”
“Ready?”
“Yep.”
He smiled as he jumped onto his skateboard and rode alongside her as she walked. “So…how’s your head today?”
She shrugged. “Okay, I guess…it’s still a bit sore, but not as much.”
He smiled and stopped on his skateboard. She stopped once she noticed the lack of skateboard wheels turning behind her and she turned to face him. “Is everything alright?” she asked, a bit concerned.
He smiled and walked over to her. He pulled her closer and lightly kissed her forehead. “Now how’s it feeling?”
She looked at him in shock, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. She choked on her words. “I…uh, I-I…” She noticed the large grin on his face, which she returned. “It feels a lot better.”
They continued on their way to school, both with a rather large grin on their faces, which was growing larger by the second.
Sara walked over to her locker as Josh walked to his. She sighed in relief at the lack of graffiti vandalizing the otherwise clean piece of metal. She entered her combination and opened it. She slid the few books and papers she had in her backpack and then grabbed a few others before closing her locker. She headed off to her first class.
Taking a seat in her science class, she slid on the teal-colored latex gloves they were required to wear for the activity. She smiled thinking back to Josh trying to slip them on so nonchalantly in the hospital, and giggled a little when she slipped the plastic goggles over her eyes and tied the lab coat around her waist.
“Alright class, we’re going to partner up, and I don’t want to hear any complaining!”
Her science teacher’s voice echoed throughout the room along with a bunch of aww’s.
“Ralfadelia, you’re with George.”
There was a groan, but Sara raised a brow- there was a Ralfadelia in her class? Why hadn’t she noticed this before? Who would name their kid ‘Ralfadelia’?
She had no idea she had been paired up until she saw her partner walk over to her cursing under her breath. Sara looked up to see Melissa with her arms folded, glaring at her.
“Alright, with your partner, I want you to dissect the cadaver.”
Sara widened her eyes- what sort of cadaver would this be? Her question was soon answered when a silver tray was placed in front of them both and a limp frog was put on the tray. She looked at the frog for a moment- its form looked strangely familiar. Lifeless eyes, paler skin…
“Alright! Start!”
Her science teacher’s voice brought her out of her thoughts and she slowly picked up the scalpel they were supposed to use. She slowly made the incision and her partner just ran out of the room getting sick.
“Alright, everyone stay in here while I go take Melissa to the nurse!”
Her science teacher ran out of the room to the bathroom where Sara’s ‘tough’ partner had emptied the contents of her stomach. Sara continued working as the other students goofed off and threw things around the room.
Sara slowly picked up her pencil and took notes on the specimen. Contents of its stomach showing it’s eating habits, the color of its skin, how it seemed to be just coming out of rigor mortis, the basics.
As the class was finishing up, the dead carcasses were disposed of in an appropriate manner and everyone went to the sinks to wash up. Sara scrubbed at her hands furiously- she was wearing gloves, but she had just dissected a dead carcass, she wasn’t going to take any chances. After her hands were red from her scrubbing, she dried them off and walked out of her class after collecting her things. She walked out of the classroom to find Melissa sitting on the bench in the hallway. She still looked a bit sick, but Sara knew not to feel sorry for her.
She walked into her next class, which was algebra, and she sat down in the far corner with her hands folded over one another as she listened to her teacher talk. She doodled on her paper with her pencil, something she did when she was bored and had already heard the lesson.
As she filled her paper with meaningless scribbles, she looked out the window next to her seat. She looked at the sunlight pouring onto the concrete outside and how beautiful the trees looked with the light illuminating them. She tilted her head to see a small ladybug crawling about the windowsill.
She looked up to see her algebra teacher still in full-lecture mode, so she slowly opened the window. A nice warm breeze filled the room and she moved her chair a bit closer to the windowsill. She slowly set her finger down on the outside sill allowing the ladybug to crawl onto her finger. She smiled as its tiny legs tickled her finger and she brought her hand back into the classroom. She set the ladybug down on her desk and watched it crawl around until the bell rang which startled it and it flew off.
She gathered her things and went to the girl’s locker room to change out for PE. Now, a small wave of terror was running over her and it was growing ever so larger with every step toward the locker room. She swallowed hard as she stepped inside and went to the small locker marked hers by a small white strip of laminated paper taped onto the door reading ‘SIDLE’. She slowly opened the locker and looked around for a pair of clothes to wear. She found her tennis shoes and a pair of shorts. She slipped them on and grabbed a white t-shirt from the back of her locker and threw it on as the other girls were just entering the locker room.
The other girls said nothing as she walked out toward the gym and found her PE teacher walking over to her.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then.”
She was disappointed- her PE teacher hadn’t offered for her to sit out. She walked over to the middle of the gym as the other students walked out.
“Alright, we’re having a little physical education exam today, so the boys are going to be joining us,” her teacher said.
Now Sara understood by she couldn’t sit out- she was going to have to do some stupid exam. She did smile a bit thought- Josh was going to be with her, and that alone would help her make it through the exam.
She got into a line behind some other girls as the PE teacher walked in front of everyone to explain exactly what they were doing.
“Alright, first of all, you guys are going to do five pull-ups.”
Sara nodded- she knew she could do them easily, she had a good amount of upper-body strength.
As her turn came up, she walked over to the pull-up bars and slowly lifted her chin over them five times. Her teacher gave her a pat on the back as she ran to the end of the line.
“Alright, next, we’re going to be climbing that rope.”
He pointed to a long rope suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Sara got in the line again as she watched girls and guys alike try and climb to top. Some fell off, but luckily they were at the bottom and there was a padded mat underneath the rope. Sara’s turn came up and she wrapped her legs around the rope as she slowly pulled herself up. As she made her way up with ease, she felt the rope being wiggled around, making it harder to grip the rope with her hands.
She looked down to see almost the entire group of girls shaking it back-and-forth, list-way-and-that trying to make her fall. The PE teacher was blowing his whistle trying to make them stop, but that had no effect on them as they continued.
Sara could feel her grip slipping on the rope and let out a small scream as she fell from only a few centimeters near the top of the ceiling. She landed on the padded mat under her with a thud and the PE teacher quickly ran over to make sure she was unharmed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…yeah, I think so,” she said standing up.
She heard loud footsteps near her and looked up to see Josh stomping quickly over to Melissa. He punched her square in the jaw and Sara’s eyes widened as she grabbed the spot he had punched and held back tears. “You’re not so tough now, are you?” he asked, anger in his tone.
She just stared at him, frightened.
“ARE YOU?”
The PE teacher had grabbed both of Josh’s arms before he could throw another punch and sent him to the principal’s office. Before he walked off, however, Sara saw the small grin he gave her and walked out. Melissa was now in tears and she was escorted to the principal’s office with him after she went to the nurse’s office.
Sara and the rest of the boys from Josh’s class, headed out of the gym and into the locker rooms to get ready for lunch, since they were the only people not involved with the little incident.
Sara sat down on the cold metal bench in the locker room, and when she made sure no one was watching or standing in the room, she burst out laughing, tears running down her cheeks.
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GreaT!!GreaT!!! Another Chapter Soon I HOPE!!
CHILI_PEPPERS
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smack her thats the way! josh is so nice to her this is brillaint! i love it cant wait for more!
Mini_Catherine
CSI Level One
He's gonna be suspended, isn't he? Poor Sara..if he does, what will she do?
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yes i agree with mariel! lol .. i cant believe the gym teacher doesnt do anything- i mean he should have taken the hint my now!!!!
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The Gym teacher is dumb as for Josh I hope he doesnt get suspended!! Update!!
Update!!