Yep, it's another story

[Beth]

O.k. no Searchers but I was working on something else and the idea for this popped into my head and well…here’s the start of another fanfic…



“Why?”

I looked into the eyes of the figure sitting across from me and saw despare, pain, and the complete absence of hope. I also so faith though, faith that I wasn’t a monster, faith that there was a good reason for what I did.

“All the those people,” the figure choked, “All those lives…(a small muffled sob, she was losing it) You had to have had a reason. Why? Why did you do it?”

“Revenge my dear,” I said glibly as I stirred my tea.

“Revenge for what? What did they ever do to you?” there was another small cry, she was taking this hard.

“Good,” I thought, “That was what I had wanted to do, cause pain.”

Still, there was a pang (Was it guilt? It couldn’t be, I never felt remorseful for anything I did) in my heart.

“Stop crying.” I ordered.

The figure repeated its question, “What did they ever do to you?”

I drank a long draught of tea, “More then you’ll ever know.”

[Scarlett]

Nifty, nifty. Write more. Today. Actually now. I want to know what's going on.

[Beth]

* * *

I was willing to do anything she said, go along with anything she did, just as long as she let me be part of her group. I wanted to stand up to her, I really did.

“Don’t you have any self respect?” I would yell at myself, “You’re better than Sandi, you don’t need her.”

But, in a way, I did need her; she had some kind of hold over me. I couldn’t break away; no one could once caught in her web.

Then Quinn came to Lawndale, finally someone that could hold her own against Sandi. I naturally gravitated to her, she was going to be my best friend, my champion, she could stand up to Sandi for me and free me from her power.

But she never did, it would have been so easy for her to seize control of the fashion club but she never really even seemed to consider it, I think in her own way she was under Sandi’s spell too. Quinn just fought with and undermined Sandi in petty small ways and never really stuck up for me, who would have done anything for her, at all. Instead she used me as a pawn in her continuing power war with Sandi and became just one more person who I grew to hate but never could stand up to.

Even worse, if that was even possible, were Daria and Jane, the critics. They made fun of me right to my face. What did they think, that I wouldn’t notice, that I was just that stupid? And who were they to pass judgment on me? They didn’t know the first thing about me.

After high school I moved as far away from Lawndale as I could and tried to put them all behind me, but I couldn’t. Every time somebody told me I just wasn’t worth it I saw Daria and Jane. Every time I felt myself going along with something I didn’t want to do just to fit in I thought of Sandi and Quinn. Their ghosts haunted me wherever I went. How could I escape them when they went on to be such newsworthy people? I knew I wouldn’t be happy until got my revenge once and for all.

You could try to convince me they didn’t deserve to be punished for what they did, that I was just projecting my anger at myself for being a spineless wimp onto them, that’s what my shrink said, but I know better. They had to pay for what they did to me all those years ago; I wasn’t going to let them get away with it. So I took a little trip back home.

[Taryn]

*claps, cheers, whistles, and screams for more*
PLEASE continue this soon! For some reason, I really like these kind of stories. >jab<MORE!
*takes out lawn chair and hand cuffs self to thread* I will not leave until I read the rest.

~Taryn

[Scarlett]

Yay! Woohoo! And a merry Snhumdlem to me!

[RngrThorne]

Scarlett said:

Yay! Woohoo! And a merry Snhumdlem to me!

A merry WHAT?[/u]

[Scarlett]

RngrThorne said:

A merry TEXTTEXTTEXTWHAT?TEXTTEXTTEXT

Fun with censors...

And you have to replace "TEXT" with your text, or just learn the tabs.