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Title: Hailey
Author: Me, Hope

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-The Hospital-
I hate hospitals. My poor mother shot. Shot. I can’t believe it. Who would kill someone as innocent as my mother? Who? She never hurt anybody. Always kind to animals, people and she put up with me. I was a bitch. So why shoot her? How about me? Shoot me instead. I wish I could be there with her as the doctors try to get her to start breathing again. God. It all went by so fast. I can still see it playing through my mind like a movie. My mother and I walking down a road. Enter- shooter. Possibly killer. No, no. Don’t think like that. I saw someone headed towards me. I recognized her it was The Doctor. She had a grim look on her face. I knew what she was going to say. My mother didn’t make it.

“Miss. Starr?” She looked at me with a pitying look on her face. “I’m very sor—“
“No!” I shouted as I cut her off.

Everybody turned to look at me. I didn’t care. My mother. I knew tears were coming to my eyes. No I’m not crying here. Of all places. I am not crying here!

“Here why don’t we go in that room over there?” The Doctor asked gently.

I just followed her like a puppy. When I finally emerged from the room a hateful look was painted on my face.
I’m going to hunt that bastard down who killed my mom. He or She is going to pay. I mean it.

-Two Days Later-
I was at our house. I could still smell my mother’s perfume everywhere. I still couldn’t believe she was gone. I heard Bryon and Charlotte in the other room talking about something as I replayed the scene at the hospital in my head.
I told Charlotte and Bryon at the hospital on a payphone to tell them that she was shot. Bryon and Charlotte were at my father’s house visiting him in Virginia. I never went. I hadn’t spoken a no-yelling-at-him conversation since I was 13.We lived in Rhode Island with our mother. Charlotte answered the phone and I just blurted it out. Of course then I knew that Mom wasn’t dead yet but Charlotte acted like it already. She was crying hysterically into the phone telling me to tell Mom something.
I could hear my father in the background saying “What’s wrong Charlie?” Charlie was the nickname she had since she was a baby.
I couldn’t stand the sound of my father’s voice. Just hearing it made my blood boil. I ignored the feeling at the time this was about my mother. I overheard Charlotte quickly telling our father what had happened to mom. I heard Bryon shout “What? Charlie Slow DOWN!”
I then told Charlotte I had to go. Which I didn’t I just couldn’t stand hearing them like that.
I started tearing up remembering that after that I went to see my mom and told her what Charlotte had wanted me to say to her.

“Hi mom.” I said trying not to cry.
“Hey sweetheart.” She said very weakly.
“I just called Charlotte and Bryon. They’re on their way. Charlotte wanted me to tell you that she loves you and that she misses you very much.” I said quickly and finally took a breath.
Mom just nodded. Like she was too weak to speak.
“Hailey? I’ve got to tell you something.” She said slowly.
“Yes?”
“I love you honey and your brother and sister very much. I want you to know that I forgive the person who shot me. It wa—.”
She suddenly stopped. Her head drooped and she stopped breathing. I heard the flat line. I never got to tell her that I loved her. The doctors shooed me out of the room trying to save her.
“MOM!” I shouted as my last attempt to stay in the room failed.

Wait a second! What was she going to say? Did she know the man/woman who shot her?

September 1999

I remember the day very clearly as if I were watching it. I could see myself; my brother and my sister all huddled together on our mom and dad’s bed. Soon to be known as my Mother’s bed. My dad was standing up sort of pacing. He had a weird, tired look on his face. As if what he was about to say was going to be painful. I knew something was coming. He started slowly as if he wanted us to perfectly understand what was going on. I already did. I already knew.
“I love you guys very much…”
He let it trail off. My eyes were avoiding my dad’s face. I wasn’t going to look at him. I noticed my sister Charlotte was starting to nod her head but stopped in mid nod, seeing that her older siblings weren’t. My brother Bryon was slouched like he was holding the weight of the world on his back. He also knew.
“I think it would be better if your mother and I get a divorce.” He simply stated. Letting out a breath.
There was no response to that. Charlotte was even quiet. Which never happened. So I didn’t expect her to try to hold in her sob that was dying to get out. She was trying to stay strong. She couldn’t do it. I guess after all the times she had made herself cry didn’t help her when she didn’t want to cry. Charlotte broke. Blubbering all over me. I had to get out of there Charlotte’s bawling was getting me to the brink of tears. So I just stood up and walked the few steps to the hallway. With one thought echoing in my brain: I’m never getting married. I then went downstairs and out the front door. I was going to my place. When I finally reached my hideout that nobody could see into except if you were really looking. I realized that streams of tears were freely flowing down my face. I didn’t know if I was just crying because this situation was so sad or if I was just plain angry with my father. He was leaving us… He was leaving me. I pushed my hands onto my face trying to mop up my tears. No such luck. They just kept pouring out of me. I couldn’t stop them. So I just sat there listening to the wind blowing the colored leaves everywhere. It was still cold. I just hadn’t noticed it when I stormed out. I wondered what Bryon was doing. I was sad for him. I knew Charlotte could hold her own. She’d forget about it by next Monday.
I heard kids walking down the road, everything normal in their lives. They were going off to school my friend Liz was one of them. I once again tried to mop up my tears. I finally succeeded. I ran out of my place and ran up to Liz. Liz immediately knew something was wrong. I mean who wouldn’t I could just see myself. My dark brown hair un-brushed springing everywhere, which was normally so perfect and shiny. My eyes were red and puffy. I was splotchy. I was a mess.

“What happened? What’s wrong Hailey?” She asked quietly. She was one of my best friends. I could trust her with everything.
“ I just need someone to talk to right now.” I said quietly.

As I led her back to my place she didn’t ask any more questions. Just followed me to the place. That was one of the things I loved about Liz she knew when to not talk. When we finally got there I sat on my rock and she sat next to me. She knew I wouldn’t just blow off school unless I had a deadly disease.She knew this was serious. She sat there so she could comfort me. Soon things just slipped out of my mouth.

“My dad…my dad…” I started off shakily but just swallowed the lump in my throat that I didn’t even know was forming. “I can’t believe he did this to us. To me!” I said in a much stronger voice than I knew I had.
“Your dad…” She said pondering. “Your mom and dad are getting a divorce?” She asked, one eyebrow rising.
I just nodded. I couldn’t talk. She didn’t talk anymore either she just closed the little space between us and gave me a hug.

Liz was the one friend that had seen my cry once. It was a long time ago. I bet she couldn’t even remember it. I wasn’t going to cry now. I was determined to not cry about it anymore. She let go and I knew she had to get to school. We were only 13 then and still afraid of our parents. Sort of.

“I’m here for you if you need anything.” She said. “But I’ve got to go now. I don’t suppose your going to school?” I closed my eyes and shook my head. No way in hell was I going to go to school. “ I thought so.”
“Go.” I said. That was the only word that I could muster.
She looked at me. She didn’t want to leave me like this. She was worried about me. She looked over to where she was once sitting wondering whether she should go or stay.
“Go.” I said again. A little more forcefully.
“Okay, but I’ll come over here after school. Right after I get out. If your not here then just call me if you need to talk.”
“Thanks…I’ll probably be here.”
“Bye…I’m really sorry. You know I am.”
I nodded. “See you later.”

She waved and rushed up to her house. She missed the bus.

I was alone. Well, I knew this was going to happen. I remembered the time in May.

May 1999

I had gotten home just in time to hear Charlotte run up to our mom to tell her about her day at school. Of course I had already guessed what happened.

“Well today this boy named Adam came up to me and was trying to kiss me and stuff. It was so yucky! So I went…”

I was right. She was saying more but I had tuned her out.
My mother looked like she was pretty interested in this story. Nodding her head in all the right places. It was basically always the same story with Charlotte. The only thing that varied was the boy’s name. When Charlotte was finally finishing up her at school. I looked at my mother again her eyes were sad and a little puffy as if she’d been crying. I wondered why I hadn’t seen that before and why she was crying. My mother always kept her cool. I had always admired her for that. I tried to be like her. No crying. I had only seen her cry once and that was when our cat Smokey died. Which was explainable I cried when my dog of only 4 years Bobbie had died.
Later that day after we had finished eating dinner. We: meaning my mother, Bryon, Charlotte and me. Where was my father I had wondered at the time? I wandered upstairs to go check my email on my computer. I accidentally hit my father’s account.
“Oops.” I said under my breath.
I was just about to hit the Switch Users button when an email address caught my eye. I knew that woman. Couldn’t remember her name though. I opened up the email out of curiosity. It was a poem I realized after reading a line.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue
I hesitated before reading the rest.
Sugar is sweet, and I love you.
Can't wait to see you for dinner.
Love, Diana xox
Well now I knew her name and where my father was for dinner. I also knew much more.

Secrets That Were Never Told


I never told my mother what I had found. I figured she’d find out on her own. Plus I had no way to break it to her. Whenever I saw my father after that I always had a disgusted look on my face. I couldn’t believe he was my father…I wouldn’t believe. I would have been happier knowing that the Mailman was my father. That’s how disappointed I was in him. I had always believed that we got along the best. I wasn’t as close to my Mother as I was to my Father, until after that night in May. I couldn’t look at him. Just the mere thought of him made me fume. I haven’t talked to him since. So when I learned that my Mother was dead. I also had known after that that I would have to live with him. Live. How am I supposed to live with him when just the sight of him makes me want to puke? Well at least I’m not the only one. Charlotte has to come with me. We’ll have to face my father and Diana together.

-The Dreadful Reunion-

I saw the silver car turn into my old house's driveway. They were here.

“Hi Charlotte, honey!” My father said all full of cheerfulness.

“Hi Daddy!” Charlotte said as she gave him a kiss hello.

“Oh, please.” I muttered under my breath.

“Hello Hailey,” my father said carefully “long time no see.”

“Yeah, and I wish it were longer.” I said with a grunt.

My father took a step toward me to try and hug me. I guess he didn’t get the hint that I wasn’t exactly happy to see him. I stepped back and held back my urge to kick him. That was hard to do. It tested my self-control. My father had a hurt look on his face. I felt a twinge of guilt, but that quickly passed when I saw the blond pop out of the car.

“Hi Charlotte,” Diana said.

“Hey Di,” Charlotte said as she went to hug her.

Oh my, a nickname and a hug…has Charlotte forgotten her mother already?

“Umm… It’s a pleasure to meet you Hailey.” Diana said with a smile.

Hmm…how to reply to that?

“Stay the hell away from me.” That wiped the smile right off her face. Which was what I was going for. She didn’t say anything after that.

“Don’t talk like that to Diana, Hailey. You should know your manners by now.” My father said trying to scold me.

“How would you know that I knew my manners? You haven’t been around me long enough to know! Why do you even care, Dad ? You only have to put up with me for a few months. You don’t have to start acting fatherly now.” I shouted at him.

My father opened his mouth like he was about to say something but, quickly closed it changing his mind. He put on a smile and turned to Charlotte.

"Come on we’ve got a long trip ahead of us.”

“Oh, yay!” I shouted with absolutely no excitement in my voice. “I love family trips!”

Charlotte snickered.

-New Beginnings-
Roanoke, Virginia

Charlotte and I don’t really get along that well. I mean shes annoying. I’m probably a bitch towards her. So, maybe it evens it out. Charlotte is an attention-getter kind of person. I, on the other hand, don’t want to be bothered. Charlotte has many friends and has had a lot of boyfriends, and she’s only fourteen. Me, one friend, no boyfriends. Maybe I haven’t been asked out because I’m a mean and don’t give a crap. I’ve lived in one place all my life. Never moved, barley ever traveled. This moving to Roanoke is going to be different. And must likely not fun.

While I was in West Virginia, stopped at a rest stop because Charlotte and Diana have tiny bladders. I was waiting in the car with my father. My CD player blasting so he wouldn’t feel like he had to talk. I really didn’t want to hear what he had to say. I mapped out my first couple of weeks at school.

Hailey's List
Charlotte first day of school - 6 new friends...possibly 7.
Me- none
Charlotte First week- 8 phone numbers (boys and girls) and 2 best friends.
Me- none
Charlotte second week- The most popular girl in the 9th grade and on her second boyfriend.
Me- none

So as you can see…I don’t really have a bright future. Even if I am exaggerating (which I am) its still going to be like that. I'm still going to stay the same.

great story! i'm confused at who byron and charlotte are. charlotte is a sister... is she older? write more!
KBG

Oops...I should have defined that better Bryon is the older brother Hailey is 17 and Charlotte is 14 :) Thanks :)

updated...

-First Day in School-

The bad part about starting school around December is that all the people who were looking for friends in the beginning of the year…have already found friends. So I’m going to be stuck in the Loser category. Not that that really bothers me, because it doesn’t. I don’t need friends. I already got one. So what really surprised me today was that someone actually tried to talk to me. Shocking isn’t it?


Anthony Kendell was walking down the hall towards his sixth period class, when someone caught his attention. The girl had very shiny brown hair, which was all tangled up like she had just rolled out of bed. She was pretty tall and had a slim figure. This girl looks familiar. Anthony thought to himself. He walked up to her.
“Hi, are you new?”
“Hmm…what do you think?” She asked sarcastically and stalked off, her brown hair shining under the light.

Well…that was a nice conversation, if I can even call that a conversation. But, where have I seen her before? Anthony thought.

“Hey Anthony!” Someone shouted down the hall interrupting Anthony’s train of thought.


Hailey

Why talk to someone who you know hates you? Hmm… Here is an example:

“Nice to meet you, Hailey.”

That is said by the ultimate bitch/skank/slut whatever you want to call her. (I prefer a combination – Biskaslut) She knows I hate her. So, the obvious question is, why talk to me?

Here are some of the reasons I thought up.

1. Wants to score points with my dad. (I don't know why, Shes already married to him.)
2. Wants me to know that she is a stupid bitch.
3. Or, (this is my favorite), thinks its rude to not talk to somebody who is sending major hate vibes and dirty glances her way.

I think its number 3, because she is pretty dumb. I mean I think all the hair drying and stuff might have dried her brain out.

he-he that's funny. :D

I know :)

which part?

'I think its number 3, because she is pretty dumb. I mean I think all the hair drying and stuff might have dried her brain out.' that one he-he funny, reminds me of my mommy. :P

lol :lol:

meeep

should I update?

YES! TOTALLY!

updated...keep posting about my story please. I really like to hear what you think :)

My Size Barbie Doll

“Ack! I hate mornings,” I grumbled as I tumbled out of bed. At least its Saturday…no school. I looked over at my clock…wow…10:30 I got up really early. It’s probably because of all the noise downstairs.

Oh no…someone is coming upstairs. Sounds like a herd of elephants, which is adding to the pounding of my headache.

“Hailey, can I come in?” Charlotte knocked then opened the door not waiting for my answer.

“No.” I said and threw a pillow at her.

“Do you want to come to the wedding with us? Dad already called up his friend and asked if all four of us could come and they managed to put us all in. Instead of just Diana and him.”

“What do you think?”

“Well you probably don’t want to go, but the wedding is for one of Mom’s old friends from high school.”

I immediately sat up. Mom’s old friend…she/he must know something about Mom’s past then. I really don’t want to go to a wedding though. I don’t want to spend time with Biskaslut and Father.

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

Charlotte smiled at this. I knew I was going to be her My Size Barbie Doll. Crap.

Next thing I know I’m in her room with 5 dresses piling up on my arm.

he he my size barby!!!!!! LOL

Hehe...glad you like it :)

Dress Up Time

I couldn’t believe I let my sister dress me. The little black dress was sucking my body off. At least I can breathe. I drew the line when she said she wanted to do my makeup.

“Come on Hailey, please?” You’ll look so gorgeous!” Charlotte tried convincing me…which wasn’t succeeding.

I stared at her and looked like I was about to reconsider but then flatly said, “no.”

“Fine Hailey. If you don’t want to look beautiful then go ahead. I give up.” Charlotte threw her hands up to emphasize her defeat.

“Okay, bye. Thanks for the little tiny piece of material wrapped around my body.” I said with a wave while walking to her door. I was out of there before she decided she wanted to do something else to me.

“No!” Damn. I was too late. “Wait! I was lying! I don’t give up. Hailey! Listen to me…you’d look so pre—“

I cut her off with the slam of her door. I tried walking but the stupid shoes were so difficult to walk in.
“Oop!” I shouted as I tripped and fell face first on the rug. “Ow.”

Damn shoes.

grr. that bothers me how can she not know she's pretty she's just as stubborn as Gaia! lol more

lmao that's great!

hehe beautiful people...so stupid some times ;)

updated....

Hailey


I know you must be amazed. I mean Hailey Starr…actually going to a wedding in a DRESS! Yes its unbelievable. I hate it. I wouldn’t be going if my Mom wasn’t murdered. I wouldn’t be here if my Mom wasn’t murdered.

Damn. Stop, Hailey stop. Don’t blame Mom for this. It’s not her fault she was killed.

Look what the Biskaslut has done to me. She has made me so angry all the time that I pouring that anger out on my poor dead Mother.

No, no. That’s not it. I’m just very frustrated. This killer…I HAVE NO LEADS! Its already jumbled up in my head. Its not like I remember every single detail of how that night went. So…basically I’m stuck. But now I have somebody who knew my Mom. Well at least I think. Hopefully she was a best friend. That way they probably knew a lot about each other then.

Could it possibly be a grudge, an old high school grudge? Or was it a really random shot for me even to think my Mother was murdered? Maybe I was looking into my Mom’s last statement to hard. I mean she could have been saying “ I know who it was who left me a pile of roses on my birthday.” I mean it could have been anything. Why couldn’t she have just flat out told me if she knew who it was? I mean that’s the realistic thing to do. Why did she have to let me sit here and stew, waiting for the time to boil?

Well I guess I’ll never know. Unless I was right, unless I have a lead tonight, I hope I will.

Love it Keep going :)

duh! :jumpy:

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Honey?

Anthony-
Anthony Kendell walked to his Mom. She looked so beautiful in her wedding gown. Her dark brown hair was drawn into a bun where her veil was tied onto, with pretty flowers. Her green eyes were gleaming, she had a beaming smile on too. He glanced at Steven. His hair was actually clean. His stomach seemed to be sucked in a bit. Which really didn’t help. His glasses shaded his blue eyes. His Mom had remarried before. But normally the men she married were handsome. This guy was just…freaky.

More people were arriving but he really didn’t notice until he saw her. It was the girl from the hallway. She looked stunning in the black dress. Her brown hair was actually combed through. Yet…he still couldn’t place her. Who was she and where did he know her from before?

Hailey-
Oh shoot. We’re here already.

“Hailey you look beautiful honey.” My father said with complete sincerity in his voice.

Did he just call me honey? A funny noise came out of my throat. It was almost like a snort but not quite.

“Yeah thanks.”

I looked at my father. Charlotte looked so much like him. They both had the pretty blue eyes, and the same shape face. Their hair was different. Charlotte had Mom’s hair, the pretty blondish brownish, instead of dad’s blond hair.

I looked down at the puddle from the other day’s rain and saw my reflection. I really didn’t look like my father or my mother. I had hazel eyes with long, brown wavy hair. My mother had the dirty blond hair while my father had just the regular blond. My dad had blue eyes as well as my Mother.

“Come on Hailey, let’s go.” Charlotte said impatiently into my ear.

wow! this is getting good its so much better than mine

no its not..i lurve the jake and gaia thing..much better than mine :)

no yours is beeter cuz u thought of i by yourself mine is jsut a spin off it show i have no creativity whatsoever

oh god be "paw"sitive!

LOL PAWsitive...thats soo cute :) lol

everytime we do the PAWsitive things we do the little quote signs with our hands.


"PAW'sitive. *Quote thingys*

hehe quotey things are fun

*quotey thing PAW quotey thing*istive

crazy ppl.... :lmao no j/k Hope!

Mike, don't be mean!! LOL u have to LURVE ppl!! LMAO

i do LURVE ppl, I lurve karen, ivette, hope, u, uh... who else?!?!?! can't think of other ppls

Ha...I dont care if hes mean....

but i do feel LURVED :) :hug1:

lol we lurve u 2!

yes we do :)

mike so u have aim? hope and i have been talking for like an hour talk with us!