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The Story With No Name Chapter 4There's homosexuality in this. Just so you know. There's also heterosexuality. [ew] There's your warning if you don't like either of those things. Yeah.
I open my eyes and all I can see is Trevor, hovering above me. Slowly he grabs my chin and pulls my face to his. Our lips touch. I want to pull away but I can't.
"Christophè, don't you love me?" he says, "Christophè?" louder now, "Christophè!" And louder.
"Christophè! Come on! I've got to go but I need to see that you're up before you sleep the whole day away!" my mom yells. It's not Trevor. Why w
The Story With No Name Chapter 3 No one should ever be awake this early. Unfortunately, I have to be. I'm already dressed and eating breakfast by the time my mom gets up. Her hair is sticking up in random patches of waves. She pours herself some coffee then goes off to get ready for an interview she has today.
By the time I finish eating, she emerges from her room, entirely done up. "Well?" she asks spinning around. She's wearing a pencil skirt with a lavender button down shirt. Her wavy brown hair is pulled back into a perfect, yet still casual looking bun and her makeup makes her eyes look a golden brown.
I offer her a small smile, "You look great." Her worried look
The Story With No Name Chapter 2 Trevor coughs and breaks the silence. "Here, since you're so close to me," he hands me a slip of paper with a number on it, "just text me in the mornings if you want a ride." I smile and thank him. "So...uh...music?" he says awkwardly.
"So...uh," I say mimicking him, "what about it?" I smirk. He laughs and starts flipping through stations on his radio.
"Why is everything on the radio such shit? Do me a favor? There's a CD in that glove box. Grab it?" I pass it to him. "What do you think of Falling in Reverse and Escape the Fate?" he asks.
"Don't know who that is."
He looks at me amazed. "Seriously? Ronnie Radke is like a God. I'm m
The Story With No Name Chapter 1 Starting high school has never been easy for anyone, I know. But in a whole new city? Hell, a new state? It's bad enough being a freshman, but I just wish we'd stayed in New York. Instead we HAD to move to the middle of nowhere, Ohio. Mom calls it "quaint" but it's better described as boring and isolated.
It's not that I think I'll be "alone" or anything; I've never had problems with making friends. I just really like the concept of being less than 30 minutes from a major city. Here, I'm lucky if I'm 30 minutes from a Walmart. Not exactly my style. Despite all my complaints though, I still have to go to school. I've been trying all morning
PlasterI haven't eaten today.
I didn't mean to, it just happened.
Oddly enough I'm not upset about it.
Maybe if I keep it up I could lose-
I can't think that way.
Alright, so I can't do that.
What can I do though?
I feel so...empty.
That's because I didn't eat.
But really it's not.
It's got nothing to do with eating.
It's got to do with that damned mirror.
It keeps staring at me.
Or is it me staring back at it?
I can never tell.
Maybe if I covered it somehow it would stop staring.
Sheets over it don't work.
I can feel it's glare puncture my skin.
Maybe if the image was marred with...
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