Nicole: Chapter One (Revised)

She was the love of my life. My entire world revolved around her. Everything was perfect. Well, until that day came. The day everything changed. The day I lost my life.

In the five years that I knew her, we were together for three of those years. And in those five years we only had one single fight. And that was the only fight we would ever have. That fight was the last fight we could ever have. And that night, that god forsaken night, was my last chance to tell her I loved her, and it’s all his fault…

We met freshman year of college. Two young adults, fresh out of high school. Two students who have never met. Day by day we sat in class. Day by day, this girl, across the room, studying diligently. Not a single thought to love. Only her degree.

Months went by. The first semester had ended. I didn't even really notice her at first, she was so very quiet, always either deep in thought or buried in her text books. But as for me, I was barely getting by in class. English, oh did I hate that class in high school. Why did I have to suffer through more?

It was a month into the second semester of our freshman year. Little did I know that soon my life would change. Soon, my life would change oh so much. I was walking back to my dorm with my head in the clouds and music in my ears, when all of a sudden I found myself on the ground along with that girl, and our books everywhere. I looked up, and for the first time I saw this girl's eyes. They were big, deep, enticing, glistening, and purple. Purple eyes. It was the first and only time I have ever met a girl with purple eyes. Her hair, long and flowing, reaching her lower back. It was pitch black. The only light I could see in it was the sunshine reflecting off of the fine, smooth, locks. Her skin was pail but gorgeous. It looked so soft. No makeup. None whatsoever. No makeup, but her lips so red and shiny. I saw her mouth move as if she was saying something. I quickly realized that I still had my headphones in so I pulled them out quickly to hear what she was saying to me.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry." She rambled.

"No, I'm sorry. I should have been paying attention to where I was going." I replied as I started to help her sort through our books and scattered papers. "Here, let me help you with those."

"Thank you. My name is Nicole by the way." She introduced herself as we sorted through the papers.

"I'm Jasper." I replied, handing her a few papers with her name on them.

I threw my stuff on my desk back in my dorm room. A single paper fell out of my bag and landed on the floor. But one thing, the paper wasn't mine. It was Nicole’s. “I should give this back to her tomorrow during class.”

That night was filled with dreams, and that is very strange for me because, I don’t dream, not since I was eleven years old. Each and every dream was filled with the same girl, her. I have no idea as to why. Like I said, I never have dreams, and why they were all about her, I haven’t the slightest clue. I don’t even know this girl. All she is, she’s just this girl in my class. I have to admit though, she is very beautiful.

The next morning we ran into each other at the campus coffee shop, her hair looked different this time though. She had dyed the tips red, blood red. I should say something to her, but what? But before I could start to think of something to say, she turned around and saw me.
“Hey Jasper!” She sounded surprised to see me, or was she excited? To this day, I have no idea which it was, but she indeed had called out to me so I had to respond, even though I was tongue tied, and that never happens to me.

“Hey Nicole, what are you doing here?” You are such an idiot. She’s getting coffee, why else would she be at the coffee shop, dumb ass?

“Not much, just getting some coffee to wake me up.” She giggled as she answered.
Come on idiot, say something else.

“I love your hair.” I stuttered, completely clueless as to what to say. Yeah, way to go Dr. Horrible. Now you really sound like a retard.

“Thank you! I've been wanting to dye it for so long, but I haven’t had the time.”

“Well, it looks really good.” She smiled. I was lost again. Her paper, you idiot, give her the paper. “Oh yeah, here,” I pulled out her paper and handed it to her. “I guess I picked up the wrong one.”

She laughed then pulled a paper out of her bag and handed it to me. “Looks like we both missed one.” What is it about this girl? I feel completely comfortable around her, yet I can’t find a single thing to say. “What class do you have today?” She asked me, still smiling. It wasn’t one of those fake smiles that the whole world puts on just to be polite either, it was genuine.

“Oh, um Poetry. What about you?” Wow, you are actually holding out a conversation on your own. I can’t wait to see how long this lasts.

“Ooh! I love poetry!” She looked so excited, like a little puppy about to pee itself. She is so adorable. “I have Photojournalism and Fashion Design today.”

“Whoa, two classes on a Saturday? I don’t think I could ever do that.”

“I want to get as many classes as I can finished, so I can hurry up and move to London sooner.”

As soon as she mentioned London, I noticed that she had a Sonic Screwdriver that was sticking out of the front pocket in her red flannel shirt. Holy crap! This girl is a Whovian! And wait, red flannel, and that necklace, holy crap this girl is a Hunter too! “Shut up, I can see that.” I mumbled under my breath.

“What was that?” She looked at me puzzled.

“Oh nothing, just that little voice in my head.” Oh yeah idiot, now she’s on to us.

“Well, I have to run off or I’ll be late to class. See you in class.” Nicole waved and walked out the door.

Dumb ass. “Shut up.”

After class, Jasper slammed the door behind them and slammed his books on his desk in the dorm room.

“What the crap is wrong with you? We agreed that you would not do that in public!”

“I agreed to not come out in public. All I did was think.”

“But did you have to do that in front of her? Seriously!”

“Hey dumb ass, she was not part of the agreement.”

“I am aware of that, but you have never even bothered me in public. Why in front of her?”

“Perfect opportunity.”

“Don’t do it again, jerk.”

“I make no promises.” He replied slyly.

Green

Another poem from creative writing. XD 

           Green;

            Grass running;

            Along the rolling hills;

            Green;

            Leafs budding;

            Embellishing their home;

            Green;

            Her Eyes;

            Swallowing my heart;

            Green;

Jealousy’s face;

            Showing her true form;

            Green;

            Beautiful but poisonous. 

the pit

another thing i write for creative writing  (im gonna have a lot of these)  (i love silent hill so you will see the theme)

            Wallpaper peeling off the walls, decaying and rotting. Blood slowly dripping from the ceiling. Floor tiles shattering and rusting. A girl stands in the center of the room, her hair black and cracked and greasy. Skin as pail as ash and flaking as such. Eyes as black as the eclipse. Your heart shrivels and turns black as she stares into your soul, devouring all the happiness left in your tiny, unbeating heart. You sink through the cracks in the floor into the pit which she calls home. Chained and tethered, suspended up in the darkness by barbed wire with only the burning embers floating up to the surface from the great fire that burns deep below to illuminate the pit. She melts through the floor and remolds in front of you, standing on nothing but the darkness that envelopes you both. She drags her black, decaying nails across your chest, causing blood to trickle down your torso. She laughs maliciously at the sight of the oozing plasma from your ripping flesh. She rears her hand back behind her and the last thing you see is her claws fling towards you and the faint light of the embers fades away forever.

The Ultimate All-Purpose Excuse

Alright my lovelies, I had to create an excuse for creating writing and this is what i can up with.

            “You’re late. Go to the office.”

            “But Ms. Anderson,” I began to explain. “I would have been on time if it wasn't for The Doctor.”

            “Do you have a note?”

            “No, he’s not that kind of doc-“

            “Go to the office.”

            “Why were you late?” The principle inquired.

            “It’s a long story…” ‘He’s never gonna believe this.’ I thought to myself.

            “I have time.”

            “Well, last night, I was doing my homework you see when I heard a strange pulsing sound coming from the back yard.”

            “What was it?” He was intrigued with my story.

            “I ran out back to see and I find a blue police box standing in the center of the yard.”

            Sarcastically, “A blue police box? Like the phone booths in London?”

            “Yes! Exactly like that!” I exclaimed. “I don’t know what came over me, but I had the strongest inclination to go and knock on the door. I approached the police box and right before my hand touched the door, it opened and this man with insane hair walked out. “Ello there.” He said with a British accent. I asked who he was very nervously and he replied quite fast with a look on his face that reminded me a child with candy, “I’m The Doctor!” Then he rushed into my house and started riffling through my kitchen drawers.”

            “Alright, when is this going to get to why you were late?” He clearly lost interest in my tale.

            “Okay, I’ll skipped ahead a bit. So he ended up dragging me into the police box and I was in awe. There was an entire room in there, and not like a closet, I mean like a factory sized room. He explained to me that it was a T.A.R.D.I.S, (Time and relative dimensions in space,) disguised to look like a police box.

            “A Tardis?” He looked at me as if I was completely and utterly mad.

            “A time machine.” And there was that look again. “He pushed a few buttons and pulled a few levers and said, “Watch this.” The loud pulsing sound started again. Once it stopped, the Doctor opened up the door and we were, in what I guessed to be, ancient Greece. He took me out of the Tardis and I wandered around, dragging my jaw behind me.”

            Completely unconvinced of my story, “Okay, so he took you to ancient Greece, right? What did this “Doctor” look like?”

            “A lot like Christopher Eccleston.” He just looked like he wanted to slap me at this point.

            “So Eccleston took you to Greece, how does this pertain to your being late?”

            “Well to sum it up, we ran around ancient Greece for a few hours and he brought me back to our time, but when we got back, the Tardis had landed on my car and crushed it like a flapjack. So I had to walk to school this morning.”

            After that the principle just gave me a pass and sent me back to my teacher without a word.