Frozen flames - Kesha (motivational novels txt) 📗

old for whooping’s? You are 17.” I Said.

“Have you met my dad? The master general….do you not know how big and buff he his? To him I’m like a tooth pick to him. He could break me in half any day and any time.”

“Hey you’re not a tooth pick; you’re pretty buff yourself.” I said honestly. Gill is well built; he used to be on the football team, until he quite. Everyone blames me for him quitting since he quite the same time I started dating him. His also blames me and absolutely hates me because of it. His dad thinks I turn his son to a gothic crack head because I’m a foster kid and I’m known for getting in trouble anywhere I went. His mother thinks I’m just a trouble child without a family and only wants attention; she pities me.

“So are you going to write the essay?” Gill asks.
“Nope.”

“What if she gets rid of you?”

“Then she gets rid of me. It’s not like I haven’t been abandon before.” I said honestly and it wouldn’t hurt a bit if I was to leave I been abandon so many times it doesn’t even sting anymore.

“No! I don’t want to you to leave! You write that essay or I’ll write it for you. If she does get rid of you, you can come live with me.”

I kissed Gill and smile. “Thanks you’re so sweet.”

“GILL!!! What are you doing home?!?!” Said a roaring voice shaking the walls. Me and Gill look up at the door and there is Gill’s dad. I scooted as far away from Gill as the coach let me and Gill shot up from his seat. Gill stood straight up like he was a soldier from the army.

“Gill what is she doing here?” Gill’s dad yell. Gill’s dad was a giant and muscular, he had a big square chin with a dimple on it. He had a shaggy dark brown mustache and a fresh shave head. He was wearing his army uniform.

“Sire, I got a name” I said. “It’s Sophie, remember.”

Gill look at me and gave me that ‘shut up because you’re making it worst’ look.
I shrug and slowly got up and grab my book bag. “Gill, I’ll be going home now.”
I then walk past Gill’s dad and went out the door. Poor Gill; he’s in for a whooping.
Chapter 3

I sure wasn’t going home since mother was at home because she works at home. So I decided to go back to school; I only miss two periods and if I hurry I could be at my 3rd period 15 minutes late. So I decided to peddle faster on my bike so I could make it. I heard someone hunk their horn and I glance to see it was Gill’s dad Truck. Crap! There no way I’m stopping! I then peddle faster and then went off road into the woods.

I peddle faster and faster into the woods; I wasn’t sure of where I was going but no way was I about let Gill’ dad give me a ride to school. I wasn’t worry about getting into trouble because I sure Gill’s dad already call mother and told her. But I just don’t like to be in car with Gill’s dad driving because he drives like psychopath. The last time I drove with him in the truck; I felt like I was on a roll coaster and threw up after I got the truck.

Before I knew I was up in the air; it seems my bike’s tire had came to a rock too big to go over and it stop, throwing me off like a wild horse. I hit the ground, hard head first, and I cried out in pain. I got up slowly my head still thumping and then I felt something wet on my forehead; I touch my head and it was blood.

“DAMN IT!” I shouted; scaring away the birds high up in the trees. I then took of my jacket and wipe my forehead with it. I look back at my jacket and it had one huge bloody stain on it. My blood flowed down to the tip of my nose and I wipe my forehead again and again but I still bleed. I then decided to tie my jacket around my head like a bandage. After I was done, I went to pick up my bike and looked at it. My bike looked fine as ever but I was here with a busted head.

I heard a stick snap and I looked up in the direction of the noise. There standing was the man in the hoodie from last night. I froze and my heart stop; I gaze up at the man with the hoodie. I still couldn’t see his face even though it was day light; his face beyond my sight. He had his hoodie on and inside his hoodie it looked pitch black; like he had no face. The man was wearing holey jeans and sandals with socks. He took a step forward and I was still frozen. When he was about 6 feet away; I was able to move and step back.
I saw something flash in the light and I turn to see it was a knife he had drawn from his pocket. My eyes grew big and like an idiot I ask: “What are going to do with that? Are you hunting in these woods? You know hunting season doesn’t start till next week.”

The man didn’t say anything; he slowly lifted his arm up that held the knife and pointed it at me. I turn to run but before I knew it he was in front of me; blocking the way I came from. In his hoodie I saw him smile, flashing his teeth; they were all sharp. The man then swung his knife at me and somehow I saw it in slow motion coming at me and I dodge. He then started to swung again and again at me and I saw every move in slow motion dodging every attack.

I blink and he was gone from in front of me but I sense he was still here. I looked up and he was falling towards me from the air. I raised my right arm over my head and the knife h it my hard. I then look at my arm and it was on scratch; I saw a golden red scale on my arm and then the red golden scale multiply on my arm. Soon my whole arm was cover in red golden scales; I shriek at the sight of my arm. My arm was beautiful but it was all scaly like a snake and I touch it; it was smooth and cooled.

The man with the hoodie looks at me and mumbles something that sounded like: “Damn it, she has already awakened.”

“Who are you and why are you trying to kill me?” I ask the man. “I have awaken? What does that mean and what’s wrong with my arm.”

“SHUT UP LIZARD!” The man with the hoodie shouted and lung at me. I dodge and without warning I stabbed him in the stomach. My finger nails acted as knife stabbing into his flesh and through his back. The man shrieks and cried out in pain. I pull my hand out his stomach and back away; not sure what to do. The man felled to the ground and twitches and then lays still. I then look at my arm and it was now back to normal only had a golden red diamond looking like a tattoo on it. I stare at the man on the ground unmoving and I gasp and rush to him. His blood was spilling out on the ground and I look at his stomach; it had a gushy bloody hole in it.

“Hey! Wake up!” I yelled and I then slap his face hoping he would wake up and attack me again. I then busted out into tears; for I had killed this man, I was a murder.

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Publication Date: 11-23-2011

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