Can I join? 

Thanks Daisy! I'll start writing my story... when I finish all my boring homework. *sigh* P.E. homework stinks. Espesially when you have to take it online in order to take an art class for your only elective! TOP!

@Cockleburr, why do you have PE homework?! I thought the only thing you did in PE was excercise! 

Anyway, first part of my story:

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Rebecca eyed herself critically in the mirror. Her dark hair fell in loose, heavy curls down to her shoulders. It was held back neatly with a cherry red headband that matched her jaunty red dress and fringed brown boots. 

"Gracious, are you still here, Rebecca? You are going to miss the bus, you know." Her older sister said, on her way out the front door. Rebecca grinned and grabbed her backpack full of books. "I'm never late. Well, I haven't missed it yet, anyhow. Is Patrick picking you up again, Diana?" She said. 

Diana smiled. "Yes." She said to Rebecca dreamily. 

Rebecca rolled her eyes at Diana, but could hear the school bus rattling down the old dirt road. She tore outside and skidded to a stop in front of bus, just as it arrived. 

"Cutting it pretty close, Miss Rebecca." The driver called down at her. 

"But I made it!" She laughed and jumped on. Stepping around people's bags strewn carelessly across the floor, Rebecca found an empty seat and sat by herself and pulled out a book from her bag. 

"Doing homework?" A boy asked her incredulously. 

"Nah. She always reads on the bus." His partner answered for her. 

"Oh." The boy turned again and peered at Rebecca curiously. Then he forgot about her and began talking to his friend. 

Rebecca didn't care. She was too immersed in Polly Milton to care. 

Books were her way out of dreary school life. The people in books always had an adventure waiting for them just around the corner. Also, she liked the fact that they were never lonely. 

Rebecca had been homeschooled for most of her life- she used to have separation anxiety and she would get really nervous in new environments, but gradually, with therapists, she had overcome that, and now she went to school. 

However, she hated school. She didn't understand all the friendship drama around her- why were once best friends never speaking to each other again? Why even have friends if that's all they came to? She questioned it all- the only friendships she believed would last existed in books. 

But she did her best to be cheerful and friendly, and she did have several people that she talked to, but she knew that if she one day disappeared off the face of the earth, they wouldn't notice and wouldn't care. Not that she would notice, or care, either. 

Soon she arrived at school, and pushed her way through the crowds. 

~Chapter 1~   

I lean up against the couch, tears rolling down my cheeks for the millionth time. Controling my emotions is hard, yes, but I don't want Tori to see. Luckily, she's often away, as are our parents.

Beowulf, the family dog, jumps up onto the couch beside me. I hug him to my chest, sobbing some more. Why does Tori have to hate me?! And why do my parents ignore me just because Tori is so PERFECT!!!

Tori was the most popular and prettiest girl through Elementry, Junior High, and now High school, as well my older sister. Sure, I'm not that bad-looking myself, but I'm a geek and extremely unpopular. I'm happy with being a geek too!! Ainsley thought fiercely, glaring at the picture of Tori on the mantlepiece.

I turn my face back toward the couch, another onslaught of tears forming. Beowulf polietly holds still while I squeeze him tightly. My watch starts beeping, reminding me that Tori would be home in half an hour from her date.

Beowulf leaps up, as though he realized that his time for tolerence had ended. His curly little tail wagging behind him, he dissappears from the living room, heading towards the kitchen and his bed. I'm a year younger than Tori, but I might as well be a distant cousin who had come to live here after her parents had passed.

Sighing, I stand up and wiped her tears away. My heart almost convolses as I remember last night. Dad had been on a buisness trip, leaving Mom, Tori, and I all sitting around the kitchen table, eating some cold soup. Then Tori mentioned that she was going out with Anthony. Of course, Mom gets all excited, as if she's forgotten that this is Tori's second boyfriend.

And then, she manages to point out how I'm a failure, a nerd, and haven't gone out with a boy yet at sixteen in one paragraph. "Ainsley, darling, you really need to work on your social standings. They aren't reflecting well on the family. You don't have a boyfriend, but are "friends" with many guys, and are classified as a 'geek.'"

Of course, Tori smirks at me at continues telling Mom about how wonderful #2 is. I go back to my room, grab mt Ipod, and throw myself on my bed. But I don't do anything. I just lay there. Waiting. For something.

Is this something where we all write different stories about the plotline above? Also, what thread was the original post on? I'd like to take a look. 

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I just lost all I had, almost all the box ful!!! (Before having to scroll, that is.) And my Dad's home from work early and he'll ant me to give up the computer!!! *sobs* 

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll try to write soon! I just have so much work to catch up on! NOOOO! Homework!