I am reaching tons of ppl!!!!!

While I know about the bulk of visits to this website in the US are probably being made by me, or friends, but I can't explain 5 visits from Russia this week. Personally, I like that, since that means complete and total strangers are visiting along with people I know. So I urge through translation to people who found this page in another country to subscribe. I love expanding my fan base so whether I know you or not tell people about this!!!!!

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I am posting more today!!!!

So here is the dealio. I finished MySims Agents last night (the main game), I don't have anything to say to my boyfriend without mentioning his mother, I am way behind on my typing, I have Pandora between "I Hate Myself For Loving You" radio and "She Blinded Me With Science" Radio and I have the whole day off. So guess what? My typing gets ATTENTION!!!!!! :)

EXPECT CHAPTER 4!!!!!!

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Newbies :)

My Newbies to this story, go to where it says in large friendly letters EASY WAY TO FIND STUFF!!!!, find 2012 and click on whichever chapter you need from 1-3. Its easy!!!! :)

Things to Keep in Mind For Chapter 3

This is the LONGEST CHAPTER possibly in the entire book. The only one that may be longer is chapter 4. It has a TON of important stuff, too so you can't zone.

Annie and Alistair's relationship develops more. But they are still friends at the end of the chapter. JUST friends.

A really big cliffhanger is at the end of this chapter, so if I can't get around to typing, DON'T KILL ME!!! I can't help Alistair being accident prone. And don't kill me for what happens. If I say more there will be spoilers.

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Chapter 3: Getting to Know Alistair

Chapter 3: Getting to Know Alistair

When I awoke, a girl with short black hair, purple eyes and pale skin above me. She had black wings too.

Alistair stood beside her. “She is coming back.”

“Are you really part angel?”

“No way! I am part raven! Genetically mutated, well descendants of the genetically mutated, I think. Our parents are more bird than human and live in trees around our home.”

“Oh my god! My parents! They must be worried sick!” I exclaimed, trying to get up.

The girl said, “Be our friends and you can come by anytime under one condition.”

“What?” I asked

Alistair responded, “You can’t tell anyone.”

I nodded. “I won’t tell them you have wings.”

Alistair looked at the girl with the short hair “Darcy, let her go.” And then, I stood a bit staggered. Alistair asked me “Will you come by later?”

“Yes, see you then.” I responded. He nodded

I climbed down he stairs and walked out of the house. I saw my parents, still talking to the same neighbors. The neighbors started to look bored. Hannah and Marc were still talking and now holding hands, Marc wasn’t at all bored.

My parents hardly even recognized I left to go explore a cool dangerous house with two bird kids living in it! One, I’ll admit I had a huge crush on, not Darcy. Though Darcy was pretty awesome. Anyways, my parents still moaned to the neighbors.

My parents turned around. They gave me the hardest, most creepy smiles in the entire known universe. I yelled and flinched.

Mom returned to her normal smile. “They have a lovely daughter named Amber. I set you two up for a meet and greet tomorrow. She is a cheerleader!”

I rolled my eyes. Pleasantville needs a cheerleading squad? They are creepily cheerful enough already.

Then dad said, “They also have a son who seemed just your type.” Sure be single for one day and people are already trying to hook me up. I shall never breed with Kens. I would have to love the guy, you know, like Alistair.

There. I admitted it. I like him. I want to know him more than anyone knows him, almost even more than himself. I really hoped an armor-abs guy with a Florida tan, a great hairdo and a low GPA wouldn’t come out of that door.

I saw a boy come out. He flashed his perfect, gleaming, white smile. How the hell was he related to his younger brother? His younger brother was cute, but he was sexy. I heard LMFAO singing “I’m Sexy And I Know It” in the background. I could hear music. Not ideal for my boyfriend, though.

He asked “Don’t you want me?”

“GPA?”

“Good at posing awesomely? Yeah.”

“No. Grade point average is what GPA is.” I responded.

 He shrugged. “I’m homeschooled.”

“Pass.” I pointed out.

I left, for the house at the end of the street- Alistair’s house. My parents followed me “Where are you going?”

“To the mansion!” I exclaimed,

The whole Pleasantville town stopped and gaped. The people watering their lawns dropped their hoses. The people trimming the hedges dropped their hedge clippers. Everything stopped for a good minute. I stormed off to go see Alistair. My parents reanimated along with the rest of the town, the whole town started whispering. My parents started running after me, until they found it futile.

Alistair was waiting. His arms were open. I ran into them to hug him. His arms and wings enveloped me as I hugged him. His head came over mine.

I asked, “Do you hug all of your new friends that way?”

“Just all the friends who come back, to escape because they found refuge here, or they missed me. Especially after I tell them our little secret.” Alistair responded. “That just so happens to be you and the pizza girl.” Alistair whispered. He still embraced me.

I smiled “Well I want to stay.”

“The pizza girl left the pizza on the front stoop and left after awhile. And she never took our money.” He responded

I giggled. “Did you ever creep her out?” I asked.

He nodded. “And it was around the time bird flu made it to Pleasantville. You think we are pariahs now? We were practically monsters around the time bird flu made it to Pleasantville.”

“Did you love it?”

“Oh yeah. It was fun. I would have a spray on tan and pretend I was one of them, and right when we were watching a scary movie I would have my wing creep around a girl and her popcorn would fly. And I would get some of it.”

“Mm.” I responded, “You have me thinking about food now.”

His wings popped back away from me. “I am a human just like every other.” He backed away.

I rolled my eyes. “I meant like pizza, popcorn… Oh sweet, sweet popcorn. I haven’t eaten since I got here.”

“Oh. Okay.” He stopped backing and smiled. He led me inside.

The house was completely different. It was clean, it was modern, and I was still black. He explained to me “The house you saw was the one we turn on for visitors.” He flipped a switch and pulled me back. “See? The floors and walls change. So we can be scary for the people who expect it to be. I made a ledge so we don’t have to worry about guests accidentally hitting it and not being able to fly, the piece comes out this way. The furniture goes in a storage facility beneath, the walls slide in and out, same with the floor. Is that cool or what?” He explained. I nodded.

He pulled me back onto the ledge while he transformed the room again. I smiled “I didn’t even know that was even invented yet.” “The people that know my parents know people. Especially, the scientists and engineers.” He responded.

He guided me to the kitchen. He asked, “So what are you hungry for?”

“Pizza.” I responded.

He nodded “Cool. I’ll order from that one with the pizza girl that is always so nice. I hugged her with my wings, so she felt more comfortable. I just hugged you because you looked like you needed an intimate hug and I like you.”

“Wow, you like to talk.” I responded.

He nodded “I really do when I find the right person.”

“So am I a right person?”

“Yeah, I am sorry I blabbed about the pizza girl. I do that a lot.”

“It is okay. You were blabbing about Darcy earlier.” I responded.

He nodded “She is amazing, my little sister. We can order some pizza. Let’s do that.”

I nodded. We ordered pizza.

Alistair smiled at me. “So what do you want to do?

“I would like to hear about you.”

“Enough about me! I want to hear about Annie!”

“Oh, okay…” I think my face got hot. I was definitely blushing. “I was born in Massachusetts.”

“Oh, cool place.”

“I just moved. I loathe this place. You are the only cool thing in this backwater Barbie world.”

“Oh, well thanks. You didn’t think ‘Sexy and I Know It’ Steve was hot?”

“No. But he had no brains.”

“I was just taught by scientists. My parents are bird brains, no pun intended.” He responded.

I smiled “That so was a pun.”

“Okay, yeah it was. How did you like it in Massachusetts?”

“Loved the rain, hated the people.” I responded

Alistair smiled “I love it when it rains here. Everyone freaks out.”

I exclaimed “Oh that must be fun!”

“It is! We run outside, Darcy and I run down the sidewalk and back, whoever gets back first gets the drying machine first and gets to scare families on the way home.”

Alistair’s stories were so interesting. He was so much different from every other idiot; he was special, unique and individual.

He heard the pizza get here. He darted there. His wings really make him aerodynamic. He was swift. I thought that was really cool. This time his hair was windblown, so it was perfect.

I ate the pepperoni pizza with him. It was good, but not great. I always dab my pizza so very little to no grease is on it.

When I was just in the middle of a bite, I heard thunder, then rain. Alistair took my hand “Come on, Annie! Lets go run through the rain!”

“Couldn’t we get electrocuted?” I asked, with a mouthful.

He nodded. “If one is stupid enough to go out in a thunderstorm, but there is never any lightning. Only one clap and that is it. So do you want to run with Darcy and I?” He asked. I nodded.

We ran outside. I pulled my hoodie over my dark brown hair. Darcy, the girl with the short black hair and purple eyes met us outside.

“Who wants to go against me first?” She asked

I shrugged. “Can’t we all run together?”

She nodded. “But someone has to run on the street.”

The rain wasn’t so heavy it was like bullets on my face, but it was not a light shower either. It was a good rain shower. Alistair was right, we didn’t encounter any thunder or lightning.

Alistair raced down on the street, while Darcy and I walked on the sidewalk. I did fear for Alistair’s safety, especially since it was rainy, he was running and (most of all) if a car came, it would run him over. He beat Darcy and I there.

Something horrible happened on the way back through. Alistair was still in the middle. There was a car coming that didn’t see him. While the rain wasn’t very heavy, it still distorted vision. So this car came in front of Alistair. He didn’t see it, and it didn’t see him. When he turned around, he saw the car. It was trying arduously to stop, but it just couldn’t. The car skidded to a halt, but just close enough to hurt Alistair. It came right into his abdominal area. This is why he shouldn’t have been running in the street in rain in black. The force made him fall backwards and probably had problems already.

Things to Keep in Mind for Chapter 2

In the original writing I tried at least five different ways to write this one quoted sentence from the story.  "I responded, getting a bonafide smile on my face." I then found the correct spelling of bonafide was bona fide, with a space. Since that looked weird I tried five different ways to get it to sound better so it ended up being "I responded, allowing a genuine smile to slip onto my face." That was just a fun fact. :)

Another fun fact :) is, when I first started writing this story, I felt a connection to the character introduced in this chapter, Alistair. Now, as I have developed both Annie and Alistair I am like both of them, but now a bit more like Annie.

And a warning :( I am now learning how to properly write dialogue in a book. So I looked at one page of Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment (awesome book) and mimic how it looked. So I may or may not have written that the way it should've been written.

Either way, I would enjoy this chapter since it is the introduction of the most important male character in the book. I am not promising anything, but I would LOVE to have chapters 3-5 online so I can just leave the notebook in my locker, since I am using a new notebook.

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Chapter 2: The House at the End of the Street

Chapter 2: The House at the End of the Street

            I disappeared from my parents’ view, undetected. I strolled along, nonchalantly not trying to make a big deal of anything; I turned to make sure no wandering eyes saw what I was doing. No gossips were preoccupied with what I was doing. I stared at the gate. I knocked on the gate, and slowly it creaked open.

            The house was more dark, Victorian and macabre than I thought. It had to be at least four stories, not including the attic. It was completely black, and shining as if it were painted yesterday. It was beautiful in a dark sense.

            Once I looked around me, I recognized there was more than just the house that was beautiful, as I looked, flowers, shrubs and hedges all grew. They were blooming and blossoming as if they were just watered. The trees canopied the scene. The foliage was full of life, and there was a single pathway leading to the door. It was the only thing that wasn’t covered in plants.

            In the rest of the Barbie town, there are exactly five flower bushes in front of each house, alternating in color, so the fact that this house was legal eluded me. I already loved this house before I entered it. The Barbie town also insisted on hedges instead of fencing. Fencing is more logical. This person had walls confining the house and the fence.

            I walked to the front stoop and knocked. The door creaked open. “Hello?” I called, hoping to find a reply. There was no response. I walked inside and asked “Hello?” Still, no one was there. I took a couple more steps.

            I called “I didn’t mean to intrude, I just was very curious and I knocked on the fence and the door…” The door forcibly shut, on its own. I stepped up the cobwebbed stairs. No matter how well kept the outside was, frankly, the outside needed a maid. Everything was dusty and/or full of cobwebs. The stairs mainly had cobwebs. Each step I took, there was a creak.

            I walked up all the stairs and called out again “Hello? Is anybody there?” This time, I saw a swift movement from the corner of my eye. I followed it.

            “I just moved in and your house really caught my eye!” I exclaimed, searching for someone, anyone. I slowly stepped, searching around the second floor, third floor the fourth floor and then the attic.

            The attic was especially dark and cobwebby. Thank god for the candle app, so I could find a window. The person crawled into the corner I saw him.

            He spoke “I don’t have anything. I refuse to change my house and please don’t hurt me!”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to find a neighbor that isn’t like a Barbie or Ken doll, that is actually real and your house caught my eye.” I responded.

He asked, “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“Can you risk me telling you a lie?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Any proof you just moved in?”

I stood in the light.  I moved my dark brown hair so he could fully see my face. “I am New England white.”

He nodded “I see. I want to know what people call you.”

“Annie, short for Roxanne Adkins.”  I responded, allowing a genuine smile to slip onto my face.

He nodded “I’m Alistair Poe.”

I asked, “Need help up?”

“I think I’m good, but thank you.” He responded. He stood and came into the light. I smiled at his face.

His hair was a bit unkempt, his skin was white as paper. His eyes were black, like his unkempt hair. His body looked thin, though he was quite tall. His head could fit over mine. He managed a smile.

He stated, “I am seventeen.” He asked, “How old are you?”

“Sixteen. You are tall for your age.”

“Well, I guess so. I am normally not visited by any people my age, just people who try to change me.”

“Where are your parents?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Probably being tested on or in their trees. I have a little sister, Darcy.”

“In their trees?” I questioned. He nodded. I asked “Why?”

He hit his head in that “Could’ve had a V8” way. Then, he unfurled a black pair of wings. I fainted.

Warnings for Ch 1

I am nothing like this character, unless I am in a mad mood. Her younger sister, Hannah (who is brought up later) really doesn't have much in common with me other than the name, supposed sweetness and a crush on a guy with Marc in his name.

Chapter 1: Pleasantville, FL

Chapter 1: Pleasantville, FL

            A bright shining sun shone upon the rows of pastel-colored rectangular houses known as Pleasantville, Florida. My hometown was much more dark and macabre. In Massachusetts, the sun hardly ever shone, especially in wintertime. In many people’s minds, Pleasantville sounds nice, sweet and very happy. I, on the other hand wanted to slap the smiles off of all my neighbors’ faces.

            Watching every family as I walked into my house, I was almost repulsed. Everyone was wearing preppy clothing. Their shirts were pastels. Their pants were khaki. Everyone wore a sweater around their shoulders too, something that matched their shirts. People were watering their lawns or trimming their hedges. They did normal things. Yet, I couldn’t stand to watch them. Their smiles must’ve scared me.

            When I walked inside, our house was empty. The walls were white in every room. The floor was tile in the kitchen and the bathrooms; carpet in the living room, the den and my room; and wood in all the others. The eclectic flooring drove me insane. Pick one! The bathroom and kitchen can be tile and then carpet in the bedrooms, but the kitchen and the living room were stuck together so there was an obvious jump between floor types.

            I didn’t mean to go all interior designer on you. My name is Roxanne Atkins. My nickname is Annie. I am bit macabre in my nature, but I can’t help it. Compared to everyone in this goodie two shoes town, I am depressing.

            I strolled into my room. It was on the second floor, it had black carpeting. The walls were ready to have black paint strewn across them. The room was meant to be a spare, but I wasn’t going to go to sleep in a room without carpet. My parents were just about to come in with my bed, or mattress at least so I had somewhere to sleep. But it was official nonetheless that the white paint would not be there at the end of the week.

            That day was the worst. My parents insisted on going door to door, introducing us to everyone. I just stood in the back, allowing my parents to converse and beam smiling faces at our new neighbors.   Until, I saw the house at the end of the street. It was black, tall, and it had a Gothic style as opposed to Barbie’s dream house. I saw rusty, tall black gates protecting it. I glanced at my parents, they were obviously interested in what came out of this neighbor’s mouth, so was my younger sister, Hannah. They had a son named Marc that she was really enjoying being around. So, I snuck out, bound for the Gothic home.