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Post by billiejoeroxmysox on Aug 5, 2005 14:39:55 GMT -5
Yes. You must NOT delete it!!! Even if she did read it, she wouldn't mind. She'd understand the importance of you using her as a nutter. Just don't delete it and UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Aug 5, 2005 19:13:40 GMT -5
Okay, okay. Updation.
Part 7
TRE’S POINT OF VIEW When I got to second period, there was obviously something going on. And when I walked into the classroom, everyone turned to look at me. This girl that I knew slightly, Aya, walked up to me. “Hey, sorry about Adrienne. I hope she feels better.” Then she walked on to her desk. I frowned. “Adrienne?” I muttered. Slowly, I sat down in my desk, confused as ever. What had happened to Adrienne? I set my head down on my desk. I looked up when I heard a rustling beside me, and saw that Nye had walked into class. I figured that since I had an excuse, talking to her would be easier. “Hey, do you know what happened?” I asked. She turned her head and looked at me for a minute. “Yeah, why?” I gave her a sheepish smile. “Well, could you tell me? I have no clue?” She gave a little laugh that I took as mocking, but whatever. “Well, apparently, your girlfriend passed out at the end of homeroom and cracked her head open. I think she’ll be okay though.” Nye shrugged. I blinked. In my opinion, she could have said that just a wee bit nicer. But deciding to ignore her irritability, I sighed. “She told me that she was fine…” “Was she sick or something?” Nye sounded more interested than concerned, but as least we were talking. “Kinda. I mean, she was throwing up like whoa yesterday. But she told me she was fine this morning,” I answered. Nye shrugged. “Maybe she ate something.” Then I could swear I heard her mumble something under her breath. “What?” “Nothing.” Then she turned around and began flipping through her notebook. I assumed the conversation was over.
LATER THAT DAY… It was about 5:30, and I finally had free time to go visit Adrienne. In all honesty, I really didn’t feel like it, but I had an obligation. The receptionist directed me to a room on the 3rd floor, so to the 3rd floor I went. “Room 352…” I muttered as I walked down the shiny hallway. When I reached, I just opened the door and walked in. Adrienne was sitting up in bed and watching TV. She was watching the Rugrats. She hated the Rugrats. “Do you realize that you’re watching the Rugrats?” I asked, approaching the side of the bed. I noticed that there were stitches on the side of her head, near her hairline. She turned, looking startled. Then that switched to confused. “Do I know you?” It was my turn to be confused. “Huh?” “I…don’t think we’ve met before.” Then she smiled. “I’m Adrienne!” Oh, no. No, no, no. This was the kind of stuff you see on Lifetime movies. “Adrienne. You honestly don’t have a clue as to who I am?” I asked slowly. She shook her head. “Nope. In fact, I’m having a hard time remembering lots of things. Since I apparently know you, maybe you can help me with that. The doctor said something about amnesia, or something-or-other.” Ah, shit. “Amnesia? You have amnesia?” She nodded. I sighed deeply. The thought crossed my mind that this could just be another stunt that she’s pulling, but then I looked back to her. She had just laughed at something Chuckie said, and I realized something. Probably for the first time in Adrienne’s life, she looked innocent. Boy, would Nye and them get a kick out of this.
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Post by trish on Aug 5, 2005 21:36:28 GMT -5
ya that was good more updation please!!!!!
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Post by TABBY on Aug 5, 2005 21:41:44 GMT -5
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, YOU GOT AMNESIA YOU FILTHY BITCH!!!!!, lol, jk, gloating is over. anyway, I LOVE IT!!, please update ;D
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Aug 5, 2005 22:15:03 GMT -5
Your wish is thy command. Updation.
Part 8 ADRIENNE’S POINT OF VIEW I suddenly felt sick at the stomach. “Ow…” I grabbed it. “Something wrong?” the boy asked. I looked at him. “Just a stomachache…” I was also a bit nauseated, but I didn’t tell him that. “What did you say your name was again?” He looked highly distressed. “Tre. My name is Tre.” “Oh. Tre. Okay……how do I know you?” I asked. “I’m your boyfriend.” I raised my eyebrows. “Oh. Do I have parents?” He nodded. “Where are they?” “They’re on their way. You don’t remember them at all?” he asked, sitting on the edge of my bed. I shook my head. “No. I’m sorry, I’m trying….” He held his hands up. “No, no, it’s okay. It’s not your fault…” I sighed and went back to watching the Rugrats. I figured my memory would come back soon. This Tre guy who said he was my boyfriend was pretty cute.
TRE’S POINT OF VIEW I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I could have told her that I wasn’t her boyfriend, and other things completely opposite to the real Adrienne. But you forget one thing. She’ll eventually get her memory back, so that plan flew out the window along with all my dignity. I sighed and looked at her, enjoying all the cartoons on Nickelodeon. It almost seemed as if this amnesia also took away a few years of age. I liked her this way. She was nice, quiet, easy to please, and not devious. I think that was the best one.
ONE WEEK LATER… THIRD PERSON So, one week passed and Adrienne was now out of the hospital. She had stopped her vomiting episodes, and her stomach was back to normal. However, she still had that wicked case of amnesia, which baffled the doctors, seeing as it should be gone by now. *dramatic voice* Will she ever remember anything again?? Will she go back to her devious ways?? Will Tre go crazy trying to help her remember?? All this and more on the next episode of….*dramatic primetime television theme song begins playing* REVENGA!!!!!! (Actually, you don’t have to wait. Here it is. I got kinda carried away there.) REGULAR POINT OF VIEW I couldn’t help but smile as I watched Tre lead Adrienne down the halls on Wednesday. The only reason she was in school, I presumed, was because they figured it would help bring her memory back. “I truly feel sorry for her, Nye,” Billie Joe commented. “Me too,” Mike agreed. “Well…I suppose I do in a way, then the evil part of me says this is what she deserves. But like it matters what I think. She’s happy and carefree either way.” I chuckled. “Nye, you’re evil,” Mike said. “No, I’m not evil. I’m realistic.”
ADRIENNE’S POINT OF VIEW Whoa, this place was big. And had a lot of people in it. And I honestly don’t remember going here. Oh well, that’s what Tre was here for. “Now, this is your homeroom. Mr. Lang is your teacher.” He walked me into the room partially, then he pointed to a boy with bleach blonde hair and headphones. “You sit beside him. His name is Mike. Now, go on.” Before I walked off, I looked to Tre. “Tre, just because I can’t remember anything doesn’t mean you can talk to me like I’m on Blue’s Clues.” That was one of the many shows I had watched in the hospital. He smiled. “It’s working already. Well, bye.” And off he went. I shrugged and walked over to my desk. “Hello…” I said to Mike. He pulled his headphones off. “Hey. Do you remember me?” I frowned. “I know you? I thought you were just an acquaintance.” Mike shook his head. “Oh, you know me alright.” “Oh. Well. How?” I asked. Tre told me that class starts at 7:30, and it was only 7:25, so I had time. “Well…it’s quite a story…..” he said slowly. “And look, Mr. Lang is about to start talking.” He quickly redirected his attention up front. I guessed we weren’t on good terms or something. Oh well. As I sat, I could just make out the music in his headphones. When the chorus came up, it sounded oddly familiar, even though I had no recollection of ever hearing it. “My sweet revenge, will be yours, for the taking, it’s in the making, baby…” I gasped suddenly. I could barely remember myself singing this exact song in my room…but I was singing differently. “My sweet revenge, will be MINE, for the taking, it’s in the making, baby…”
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Post by deathbyconverse on Aug 6, 2005 3:36:12 GMT -5
YOU HAVE TO UPDATE. My socks are sooo rocked. *ahem* I'm loving it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by TABBY on Aug 6, 2005 8:53:45 GMT -5
lol^^^^^ what she said ;D
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trish
American Idiot
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Post by trish on Aug 6, 2005 19:58:53 GMT -5
ya... you have to update!!!
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Aug 6, 2005 20:43:00 GMT -5
I will. I'm writing it now.
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Post by heartbroken7119 on Aug 6, 2005 20:58:14 GMT -5
i read it all...hahaha. i love it.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Aug 6, 2005 21:26:54 GMT -5
I'm just talented like that, Sarah, you know that....
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Aug 6, 2005 22:00:45 GMT -5
I love this story. It's insane.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Aug 6, 2005 23:00:24 GMT -5
Heh heh. Insane? Wait. Updation.
Part 9
TWO DAYS LATER TRE’S POINT OF VIEW “So how are we today?” I asked as I met Adrienne at her locker. She shrugged. “Fine I guess.” “So…you remember things now, or what…?” She shrugged again. “I can remember sitting on my driveway playing with toy dump trucks when I was six…” I nodded. “That’s a start…say, Adrienne, you look kinda pale…are you…?” “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna go onto class, okay?” Then she walked off. Quickly. I shrugged and also began walking. I guessed that she was stressed.
ADRIENNE’S POINTOF VIEW No, I wasn’t going to homeroom. I was headed to the bathroom. Once I got in a stall, I began to throw up everything I had eaten for at least the past week. Including all that shity hospital food. And even after I had gotten all that out, I still continued to gag violently. Goodness, what was up with me?? Did I not just get out of the damn hospital for this? Sighing, I stood up, washed my face in the sink, and walked out. I was no doubt woozy, and I could barely walk straight. I tried to walk in the direction of my homeroom. For some reason, I looked up at the exit sign. It was yellow. Huh? Since when do they have yellow exit signs? Wasn’t it red yesterday? Wait, wasn’t it always red? I looked up at it again. Still yellow. Confused, I stumbled my way through the halls. I could just see the door up ahead. It was still open, so I obviously wasn’t late. But where were all the people? Oh, yeah, the bell had rung already, when I was in the bathroom throwing my guts up. Oh well…I could still make it. I had an excuse. I was only a few steps away when I could no longer hold myself up. I fell forward, but fortunately, I didn’t crack my head open again. I struggled to get up, but I couldn’t. What was wrong with me?
REGULAR POINT OF VIEW (you know, there’s no point in saying regular point of view, because this point of view isn’t all that regular. So, from now on, it’s gonna be Nye’s point of view.) Swinging my hall pass around on my finger, I stepped out of class. They had called me to the office for some reason, and I just hoped that I wasn’t in trouble. I turned to walk, and stopped short. Someone was lying in the middle of the hallway, motionless. I cautiously stepped forward, to get a better look . “Oh, hell no,” I said out loud when I realized who it was. What on earth was a girl to do? Walk past her and pretend I didn’t see her, or actually help? I mean, she was the one who nearly killed me a few months back. I hit myself in the forehead. “Why me??” Then I ran towards her and kneeled down. “Adrienne? Are you okay?” She muttered something I couldn’t understand, and she tried to move. “No, don’t move. Here, stay still, and I’ll go get help, okay?” I touched her back. “Help…” she mumbled. “Yes, help.” And I ran back inside my homeroom. “Mr. Walker!!” I said. He and everybody else turned, startled. “What is it, Nyemade’?” “We have a crisis out in the hallway. Please come!” He and I hurried back into the hallway.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Aug 6, 2005 23:08:59 GMT -5
That was good. I really like your story. I would demand you to update, but I'll try and be patient. "Try" being the key word.
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Post by brokenwings on Aug 7, 2005 1:28:05 GMT -5
I'm hooked on this!!! Update soon!!!
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