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omg! such a fabulouss story!sweetie u rock!i read all ur fanfics n i hav the same thing to say abt all of them!gud luck and i hope u will become a world famous writer!
luv yaz

awesome story prakriti 👏 👏 👏
just looove your idea of making these kind of short stories 😳
by the way Im 16 😆 😉

lol prakriti i was gonna pm u and tell u to cont this as a fan-fic or sumtin cuz i kinda guessed it was ur entry 😆 😆 but yeahh it was awesum!i voted for it 😳 😆

Great part cont. soon 👏 😳

gr8 idea...waiting 4 the story....... 😳

hey prakriti dear

luv too see that u have started this
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ur story was amazing n all the sequences were just awsome

luv it b4 n now 😃

waiting 4 next story

lolz
ana

I did'nt originally plan to make this for IF; but i made it for a club im in. I need some suggestions and stuff so i thought id post it here. Please tell me your veiws! && its actualy a boy talking...

Hurt

"Loser".

I turned and looked behind me. There he stood, smirking. He was as usual surrounded by his group of loathsome friends. I glared and started walking. I could hear them following me. Ignoring them, I trudged along to my locker. I did my combination in and tugged at the lock.

The minute the locker door swung open, garbage came pouring out, getting all around me, as well as on me. Within seconds I was covered with rotten fruit, dirty tissues and some very disconcerting smells. It was as if time stopped after that; everyone and everything in the crowded hallway muted. The unsettling stillness lasted only a second. It was soon replaced with laughing and a lot of pointing

Out of all those people I knew detested me, I knew it had to be him. He ostracized me for many reasons and at the same time for none at all. Oh how I felt like killing him for doing this to me!

"Oh honey! Are you ok?" asked my guidance counselor, Mrs. Kane.

I turned around and faced her. What did it look like?

She touched my shoulder and asked me to follow her. I did as I was told; being in the conference room would be much better than being delimited by a bunch of evil *****.

When she told me to go inside the dreaded conference room and take a seat, I followed her directions for the first time in more than three years. Looking at her surprised face, I knew she noticed it too.

"So honey. Lets talk shall we?" She said looking at me.

"Actually Mrs. Kane, I would love to, but im in desperate need of a shower right now. Can I please go home?" I asked, faking compassion.

Mrs. Kane nodded sympathetically, "I understand."

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40 minutes later I was sitting in my desolate room, crying. Why did he always do this to me? I never did anything to him. Infact the only interaction we had was when he made fun of me, or when I told on him in seventh grade for cheating on the state test. Maybe that was the reason. But how come he's still holding it against me after three years?!

I saw the laughing faces mocking me again and again in my head. I tried to get them out, I swear I did but the voice inside me was too strong to drown.

"KILL HIM KILL HIM" it chanted over and over again. No!! I put my hands over my ears and shook my head. I can't! It's not right! But the voice kept insisting, over and over again.

"FINE!" I yelled. "I'll do it! I'll do it!" I raced down the stairs and ran into the empty kitchen. I grabbed the butcher knife and examined the edge. Yes, this would do. Mom always cut the meat with this knife.

Mom! What would she think when she wouldn't see me in my room? Oh no! I decided to look in her room. As I peeked inside, I saw she was sleeping peacefully.

Perfect. I ran to the front door and turned the alarm off. Now all I had to do was go to his house. I had been there before, but never with a knife. As I was running there, all the bad memories flooded my head and I ran faster and faster, not caring if I was going to get caught or get run over by a car.

The white Victorian house loomed into view and to my delight I saw all lights were off except for one- his rooms'. I knew his room so well that I often thought it was my room. I knew that the rug was always by the door, and his bed was nestled right by the wall. His desk was by the window and he always slept with his window open.

How did I know this? I wondered. Perhaps it was all the time I had spent looking at his myspace; at his comments and at his pictures that he almost always took in his room. Perhaps that it was in the time I spent on the big apple tree that was directly across his room just staring inside his life-the life I wish I had.

Whatever it was, it didn't matter. All that mattered was tonight I was going to do what I had wanted to do for such a long time. Tonight was the night that I was finally going to get justice. I would finally see him at my mercy and not the other way around.

I smirked and started to climb up the apple tree. I peeked inside and saw him chatting on AIM with one of his million friends. He would finally get what he deserved. I couldn't wait to see his fearful face and hear his trembling voice pleading.

I took out my phone and called his home phone. Like I had hoped he was the only one awake and he left his room to get the call. I crawled into his room the minute the door shut and hid under his desk.

Within seconds I heard his footsteps come up the stairs. Thud…..thud…..thud. With every thud I poised myself. I was ready. Ready for revenge, ready for killing.

The door slammed open and he walked in. I saw his long legs stride across his room to the desk. I saw as he sat on the chair and casually crossed his legs at his ankles. I heard him typing and I heard him laugh at something. That laugh…how I hated it. It was the same laugh that he always laughed when he mocked me or embarrassed me. It was that laugh that made me strike.

I heard him gasp and look down at his precious leg that I had cut. It was the same leg that made him the pride of the school. It was the same leg that made him popular. It was the same leg that he needed to play his beloved sport and it was the same leg of which he was getting a scholarship to UCLA.

I gave him a scornful look and emerged from the desk. He looked at me flabbergasted and petrified.

"Y…you? What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Are you frightened?? For the first time you're feeling what I've been feeling since seventh grade. Every morning I would get up dreading the day because I knew you would find some way to make it atrocious. But now I won't have to. Now I'll wake up everyday eager to experience life. I'll actually get to live it without having to worry about you making it horrific. YOU ARE OVER!"

With that I swung the knife over my head and slashed him across the chest. With a loud gasp he fell to the floor, comatose. I stared down at him. He was like a limp doll that had been chewed on by a dog. Finally. I was done. He was over. My nightmare was over. I would never experience this feeling again.

As I was about to leave, I heard his computer make a ding. I looked and saw that his buddy list was still up. An IM had popped up from sk8erx255xx. I knew this screename. It was his best friend and his partner in crime.

sk8erx255xx: Dude, wasn't today so funny?

sk8erx255xx: That loser didn't even expect the trash to fall on her.

sk8erx255xx: And she still doesn't know that im the one who did it. But of course it was your master plan! Nice job man!

Those jerks! How dare they? I was about to reply with a nasty message, but I felt a sharp blow in my back. I turned around and saw him looking at me with a determined look in his eyes.

He struck me again, this time right across the chest. I fell from the chair onto the wooden floor. He was on one knee, barely able to open his eyes. He raised his arm one last time and slashed my neck. I felt my vein pop and I saw blood ubiquitously. I looked up at him and saw his malicious face smirk at me. After that I don't remember anything. Everything was black.

Now, more than twenty years later I sit and write this. After being saved by the doctors of the local hospital, I was sent to a physiatrist center and I resided there for nineteen years. It's been only six months since I've been released but it feels like eternity. Despite my doctor's opposition, I have moved back to my home state.

He had become a triumphant architect and is married to a successful model. They both currently have two kids, a boy and a girl, and are expecting twins within two months. I watch them everyday, the whole family. The model mother and wife, the naughty boy, and the shy girl; I have even talked to them more than once, since they both don't seem to know about me.

I watch him the most though. Everyday, every hour. Im surprised he hasn't seen me yet. Every time I see him smile, or every time I see him do things that he enjoys, that voice comes back in my head.

"Kill him. Now. Kill him. Kill…" I have learned to ignore it; and I have been doing so successfully for six months but now it's getting more and more insistent. Tonight I will finally shut this voice forever. Tonight is the night when it all ends. I will not only kill him, but I will kill his whole family as well. There will be no one to remind me of his existence and I shall be at peace after twenty-three years.

Well im heading out now! I will finally accomplish what I have always wanted to.

Xoxo,

Me

WOOOOOOOOOOW
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luved it
poor gal

Originally posted by: prakriti

u remind me so much of my friend. Thats her motto in life!😆

haha lol that's cool that's cool lmao

Originally posted by: hot_girl_2525

WOOOOOOOOOOW
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luved it
poor gal

thanx. i dont htink any1 else did tho.