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Misfits - Chapter Six
Chapter Six: Case Six: Estelle
The case of Estelle Ortiz: 2:05 PM.
She sat on her bed and waited a bit. School was going to end soon, and she skipped the whole day. She didn't mean to, she just wanted to see if any of them cared.
Of course, they didn't. Her mother and father hadn't bothered to see if she was still home, and her sister obviously didn't care. She sighed, and intertwined her fingers as she placed them on her lap. She felt her eyes water up, and she quickly wiped any tears that fell from them. She was hoping it would be different now that she was entering high school. It was her first year, and yet, they still didn't care. When her older sister Cece started high school, they filled with joy and asked her questions on how she liked it. They even drove her there and back.
However, not for Estelle. She continued to sit on her bed, and looked down at the floor. She heard the door open, which must have been loud since her bedroom was the
Misfits - Chapter Three
Chapter Three: Case Three: Clara
The case of Clara Kowalski. 1:45 PM.
She is elegant. She is graceful. She has poise, and a great sense of fashion and style.
However, she is a bitch.
Clara was among the richest of her school, and she was very materialistic. She had everything from Gucci to Prada, and with the money her parents leave her with, she would order custom-made products. She was known throughout her school as the girl who had 'rocking parties' every other week, but she was also known as a bitch to all the girls in her school. Only the weak would give in and become one of her followers, while the strong would sabotage her clothes or ruin her parties. She has since gained personal body guards to protect her.
Today, however, she was walking around her new high school being as prissy as she can be, she flipped her baby pink hair, and her light blue eyes glared at everyone around her. She wore a custom-made Gucci sweater, and walked around wi
Misfits - Chapter Two
Chapter Two: Case Two: Aiden
The case of Aiden Sung. 1:35 PM.
Aiden was a very smart and good student. He never got into trouble, and always made sure his assignments were done on time. It was his second year of high school today. However, he felt like skipping classes.
However, it seemed like that was a bad idea, since he was standing over a half-dead dog. His hands soaked in blood, but he was abnormally calm. He could hear the distant wailing of the police, but he didn't run. He was tired.
The kind of abuse that the dog sustained was nothing compared to the abuse Aiden was getting mentally from his parents. The anger and pressure built up inside him, until he couldn't take it anymore. He unfortunately took it out on an innocent dog, a dog that belonged to a little child. The police became clearer and clearer, with the siren becoming louder and louder. Maybe this was the key to getting away from his parents. He wouldn't mind going to jail if it meant get
Misfits - Chapter one
Chapter One: Case one: Renée
The case of Renée Dubois. 1:30 PM.
Some girls started staring, and others were gossiping. They obviously did not like the little buttoned nose girl with blonde hair. She looked around with her dark blue eyes, and noticed everyone staring at her. She didn't care though, and she looked down at her notebook.
"Okay, ladies, open your books to page 190 and we'll get started." Renée was just a young girl in an all-girls elementary school, but sometimes she wished there were boys, too. She didn't understand why, but the feeling she got when the male teachers gave their attention to her was incredible. She felt like the only girl, and she wanted that feeling to stay.
Therefore, she did what her feelings wanted her to do. She would go talk with some of the male teachers, and they would flower her with compliments and sometimes pass unnoticeable winks at her. She loved it, but she didn't think it would get her
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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