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We slowed down so that Rach could catch up. "Yeah, well. A few years back, my older brother was dating her older sister. Well, my brother was taking me to a friends house and she was in there with us. We got into an accident. I was the only one who lived. My..my brother was flung out the car and she was..she was also flung out the window. She would have lived, if she hadn't gotten hit by another car. Nobody knows why I lived. The car was completely crashed execpt where I was, which was where you put your feet at. Brooke always thought it was my fault. But anyway...I also think that she's after L'Arachel. Nathan, she hates you but doesn't want to kill you. She only wants to win you back." I said, trying hard not to cry.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
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ooc: Did we ever skip ahead two weeks? Guess not...and we should probably skip like 10 years. Then our kids have powers and can use them. 5 is still a bit...young.
bic: There was a commotion outside. I looked out the window. There was Brooke. I hid under the water and Jacob came with me. When I looked up again, Brooke's plasic face was looking through the window. At least, when it was pressed against the window it looked like plastic... ooc: And I am gonna be gone most of the evening (skate night for sister's school, mom runs the reward program there), so if you need to play my part, I give you all permission to. For anything you guys want to, you can. I don't care. |
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OOC:Nice about brooke..ok thanks..oh and Cheetah..you can play my part when I'm gone.
BIC: "Oh and umm..did I mention that it happen today, 5 years ago." I added. then turned towards Brooke. I stepped in front of my friends. "Brooke, you are not welcome here. Leave or else." I told her. "Oh and what are you going to do about it, wh*re. Your powers aren't worth sh*t." She said. Sammatha came up behind her. "Hi, Hunter!" She said, sweetly. Then she glared at me. Sammatha used her power of air to split us apart. I was now ticked. Adele and Jacob came out. I stood up, walked over to Sammatha and slapped her in the face. "Hunter is MINE! Leave him alone." I screamed in her face. I then slammed her across the wall. Brooke headed over towards me, enraged. Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
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OCC: Cheetah, we didn't skip yet.
BIC: "STOP!" I yell. "Geez. Brooke, stop being a b*tch, Sam, get a life, and just beat it!" Nathan looks to me. "You didn't wanna do that." Sam and Brooke turn to me. "Just leave us alone! The guys do not like you. No one does." "Whatever." Brooke sneers. |
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Brooke started to walk away, but I had to end this, here and now. "Brooke, I'm sorry about your sister." I called out. She turned around. "What did you say." She growled. "I said, I'm sorry about your sister. But if you can't remember, I lost my brother, too. We both lost someone we loved that day." I said. Now we were face to face. "I just hope you can get over it. I have." "Get over losing my sister. The only real person who ever loved me. The only person I could talk to. My own fleshing blood. How can you get over that." She screamed. "You can start by not holding me responsible. I wasn't driving that day. My brother was. And it not my fault I survived. That a drunk driver hit us. That your sister is dead. That MY brother is DEAD. DO you think I don;t miss him. That I never loved him. I accepted his death, it doesn't mean that I don't still miss him. That I still wish that day had never happened. I also love your sister. He was about to propose." I screamed at her. "I know your brother was driving that day. But he is dead and I have no one else to blame. BUT YOU!" She said. "Why blame me. Because I survived. Because it was really your sister's fault and you know it. But you just don't want to admit it. Brooke, its been 5 years. You need to let go." I said.
"Whoa! Twist just keeping comeing and coming." Hunter said. Brooke and I just stood there, staring into each others eyes. Finally, Brooke broke away. She started to walk away. "I'll be back for you, L'Arachel. Don't worry. I will." She called over her shoulder. Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
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