Flames (Clique)

Flames (Clique)

prologue:

Westside High school, like any normal high school it helps students build a future in peace and harmony as well as put students against one another to see who is the smartest or who more popular in other cases, but not Westside in Westside it was to eat or be eaten, who’s prey and who predator to put it in more simpler terms, it. Was. Hell. For Everyone but of course you wouldn’t put this is a newsletter about your school, you’d write only good things for example the food was marvellous or that the education was up to date and great at preparing your child for the future. Not that all the children hated one another, and that the principle didn’t give two shits about what was happening as long as money was pouring into his pockets..

 So, what was making these treasured High school experience so terrible well just imagine a 1980’s school just modern and more structure to the different cliques to go with it. Just to give you an imagine of this ‘school’ I’ll give you a scenario imagine it was your first day at Westside and you walk through the two large grey gates with lots of patterns on and look across the yard you will not see a large community of children and teachers but at least 24 different clubs or, cliques as I would like to call it, you’d walk down the surprisingly colourful halls but getting judged by everyone with every step you take. As you walked into class you’d sit in either the front row the middle the second to back or the back seats, four rows, four colours, four seats in each. Different cliques would sit in different rows depending the teacher, the class and their friends but to simple it down for you there where 6 main groups.

 So, what happens when someone snaps and decides to do something about this, something sinister something unforgettable, something that was surely considered a crime or, crime’s, plural. We’ll call this person E.V.L, their initials. They have been rejected by every clique out there and every outcast as well something like this can break a person, being rejected by everyone being tucked away under the rug and forgotten just like that… it can mess with your mind. So, before you judge them with their old ‘I’m the obvious villain’ look back at what you’ve just read and decide for yourself who’s the villain and is it really THAT obvious.

 The popular’s lead by Rachael Williams, the ‘Perfect’ girl which every boy wanted, and every girl wanted to be. She basically has the whole school kneeling down to her like a Queen bee, when she asks for something the whole school wouldn’t think twice and get it for her this included some of the more perverted teachers, if you were to be friends with her you’d only hear her voice chatting away about everything and everyone. Rachel had Brown eyes with Black shoulder length hair and a dimples if she was really smiling, she was black, 5’5 and a slender figure.

 The loner/bookworms the most known was James Normandy as he has read everyone book known to man kind or at least had a glimpse at it if it was super confidential or hard to get, very observe for a boy his age so scaring off someone who wants their homework done isn’t that hard , so he isn’t really high up in the popularity scale. Good listener, even if he doesn’t pay attention. Great memory and everything in between. James Normandy had blue eyes and black hair with a darkish-pale skin with a height of 5’6 and a secret 4 pack

 The jocks if you wanted to know who was the most ‘handsome’ or ‘smartest’ then I’d give you Matthew White he lives up the handsome but the smartest is kind of over describing it, he has a dyslexia in maths confusing numbers together so by comparing this to the other players you can just imagine. He a more bronze then brains kind of guy which isn’t bad. Every girl wants him, and every guy wants to be him to bad he’s taken and none other than Rachael Williams. Matthew white of course had the perfect blond hair and green eyes, hot cheek bones and a height of 5’7 and a known 6 pack tanned.

The class clown there were only a few class clowns in this school since everyone was kind of reserved but if you were ever in a class with Daniel Brown you are one lucky person. Only half the teachers like him which is twice as more as last year and he’s not one of those failing kind of clown I would say he’s average. He’s the life of the party and has made some very questionable decisions. A huge distraction so doing a test with him around is impossible. He has funny curly brown hair and brown eyes with dimples as well he was a 5’6 Latino and a known 4 pack as well.

 And finally, the new kids the one we’re going to be focusing on is a new girl called ruby Jones she’s recently moved from the UK to the U.S for her dads business trip and if I had to put her in a clique I would be stumped, she quite loud and funny so there’s a hint of class clown but then there’s popular side to her since she’s new, she’s played her fair share of sports and is quite good at it and has quite high grades like A’s and B’s. she was basically her own clique. Ruby Jones was distinctive with Brown eyes and blond hair with fair skin and a height of 5’4 and an average figure.

 These very different people from different parts of the school ended up teaming up together when a threatening video appearing on the bored while their in detention, they knew it was a long shot that they’d find out what was going on and it was an even bigger challenge to get along with each other without planning each other’s murder. What they didn’t know was that they were not planning each other’s murder but someone else. They didn’t know that they weren't coming out the same, but new, not improved but not worse either, as a reward from going through this they got scars new secrets and new friends.  

The story I’m going to write starts in this very setting so if your un-pleased or un-easy, just read a few chapters and decided for yourself if this is something you really want to be reading…

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Thank you for having a look at this and please point out anything i have done wrong here or if you want more, the story will be renamed CLIQUE just because i found it relating much to the story. 

EDITED: NO

WORDS: 1151

CONNECTIONS (^_^)

Threes a company

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Drew - (24) Drew is the youngest out of these three but he's older than Misty. Drew currently works part-time at a cafe, although he does hope to work at/ own a flower shop, he's quite nervous and hesitant about it despite his love for roses. Drew is a confident, critical, and determined guy, who has his own fair share of fangirls.

Ash - (25) ash is the second youngest. Ash is currently trying to get into a police academy and has quite a few months left before he's an officer. When he's not studying he's working at Drew's coffee shop for extra money, Even though they all live together. He's kind brave and enthusiastic as well as passionate.

Paul - (25) Paul is the oldest out of them Paul is currently working for his father at Shinji Limited. Although he's been given a high position, feels like he doesn't deserve it and wants to start his own company without his father being involved. Paul is a determined, goal-oriented, and brooding character although displays soft moments with close friends.

Love theses

if a fictional character gets stabbed, they have only 2 valid options:

1. slowly raise their hand to the wound and/or pull the weapon impaling them out while everyone stares in horror before collapsing to the ground from shock and/or blood loss and being caught just in time by their friend/sibling/love interest

2. hide the wound beneath a dark item of clothing in preparation for the dramatic reveal later where another character touches them and their hand comes away bloody or they overexert themselves and they stumble and wince but still try to insist they’re fine, even though they’re clearly in pain and struggling to stay on their feet, and as the other character peels back their jacket it becomes clear that they’re badly hurt and have been for a while (bonus points if they’re wearing a white shirt underneath)

I need thissss credits to the person who made this

Haikyuu!! click and drag game!!

New Years Party: Prelude Pt. 1

31/12/2022

Dawns apartment 

22:49

The strong scent of Booze clogged the air as the apartment was filled with the many sweaty, drunk, and slightly unhinged teens dancing the night away and it made me glad that I had opened the balcony doors a few hours earlier.

‘Give me everything’ by Pitbull was playing in the background but was drowned out by the millions of voices talking over it on the 2 large speakers, these voices were due to the cluster of people, that occupied more room than I thought it would and in this cluster stood me, Dawn Hikari, tall and proud to of hosted such a spectacular event in such little time, since it was just last week that Andrew Hayden, or drew as many people liked to call him, asked such a daunting task from me since we should “End this year with one more bad mistake” and thus a party was born. I had invited many of my closest friends and distant acquaintances, this list includes but is not subject to: Ash Ketchum, Misty Waterflower, May Maple, Leaf Green, Gary Oak, and Paul Revere. 

I tried to keep close tabs on them since I was closer with these people than the random ones who either were invited by Drew or just some random people that somehow wandered in here… yeahhh, I have to do something about that. 

“Dawn!” yelled a charismatic voice while walking towards me, distracting me from my previous thoughts,

“Ash!” I shouted back with just as much enthusiasm. 

“God you look amazing! Let me tell you right now that black dress is doing wonders for you right now!”

“Awwh, Thank you… I think….And may I say you look Great! But where’s your Blazer?” I asked, looking around a little in case it was floating mind-air around somewhere:

 Ash always made the impossible seem possible.

“Oh yeah, umm, so Misty said she was a little cold earlier on and being the chivalrous man i am, i decided to give her my blazer” he said sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck,

“Awhhh, look at you two! Remind me again: why aren't you two dating?” I said cheekily and giggling a little bit 

“Shut it, You know i could ask the same question about you and-”

“ASH KETCHUM IN THE HOUSE!” shouted Gary wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Do you mind if i steal this fine young chap from you? I need him,, for an experiment” Gary asked turning his gaze towards me 

“No No it's fine, by all means, take him!” I said shoving them away 

And with that they were lost in the sea of people and never to be seen again… oh wait that reminds her, Ash and I need to finish a school project later, oh well I guess she has to look for him later. 

As the party progresses I talked to many, many people and ran many, many errands like refilling drinks or hanging out snacks, or having the ambulance on speed dial because one of the guests was a little too drunk and a little too close to the balcony railing for my comfort. 

And by the end of it, my feet were on fire so when a few spots on the couch opened up I practically leaped over there. 

“God's sake, how on earth did Drew convince me  again?” I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes a little 

“Oh, he doesn't convince people, “ someone’s voice started to say, a voice she recognized a little too well “, he borderline manipulates you into doing it” Paul finished with a faint giggle being heard from the blunette in response. When I turned to look at him he had his head leaning on the couch facing upwards and his eyes closed.

“Are you doing okay?” I questioned with some worry lacing in my voice. “You looked fine a while ago?” 

“Yeah, Yeah I'm fine, just kinda drunk” he signed a little, his head now turning to face her with his onyx eyes now piercing into mine.

“Oh”

 “Oh,” I said a little quietly this time taking in his features  ‘Jesus Christ we are close’ i realized and some heat began to rise to my cheeks. ‘I need to say something, quick’

 “Uh so, uhh…”

I stuttered averting my eyes in many directions and fidgeting with my hands while Paul’s eyes just stayed on me making no effort to ease some of the tension rising. 

“Hm?” he questioned, quite seductively may i add with that deep voice of his and… wait a minute… is that a smirk she seeing? 

“Ohhh, okay I see what your doing” I rolled her eyes jokingly a small smile showing 

“What?” he asked back faking innocence his deep voice really shining though… oh god that deep voice of his.

“You pulling that face”

“What face?”

“Are you kidding me? Your face is making a face!”

“Really?”

“Yes! And look at how close we are”

“How close we are?”

“Yes, we look like were on the verge of kiss-”

shit. 

“...”

Shit.

“Do we?”

SHIT.

What the heck should i say? ‘Yeah, we’re so close we may as well make out on the couch here’ nope. ‘Yah, can you kiss me right now?’ God no. ‘Please make out with m-’ Okay i'm going to stop now.

“Should we?” he asked

“what?” she in absolute shock

He said nothing as he chuckled and sat up again. “Nothing”

But I was not about to settle for that.

“No wait,” I hurriedly said as I sat up as well, “What were you going to say?”

“Dawn!!” yelled a voice from behind me by my fiery redhead; Misty. ‘God's sake Misty!’ Dawn thought ‘Literally anytime but now! Why now??’

 “Two things!,” said Misty walking up to us in her sparkling deep blue dress with ash’s jacket loosely hanging off her shoulders, first holding one finger up as I stood up from her spot on the couch“, one: Leaf wants to know if the sandwiches have ham in them”

“Yeah some of them do but there’s another tray of sandwiches that don't: i think i labelled them?” 

“Okay that's great i’ll tell her, second is that drew wants us all to meet on the balcony in like 5 minutes, so it's great that you two are together, that's make it's much easier”

Said misty while waving a finger between me and Paul.

“Okay yep, message received we’ll be there” i said with a thumbs up 

“Great, because hes been trying to round up us and I think Drew is this close to popping a vein” she replied with the index and thumb being quite close together. Actually i think they were touching. 

“Noted” Said Paul getting up from his seat on the couch 

“Okay great! See you there in 5!” said misty waving back at us as she turned and walked away into the party. As she was walking away I turned my gaze toward the clock; 23:12.

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Lol, this has been sitting in my drafts for ages and I didn't know what to do with it. Reading back over it it's quite shit and I may change the storyline to make it make more sense if THAT makes sense. I need to go develop the characters more but yeah.

Hope you've enjoyed it and if so could you like this and maybe follow?

✍(◔◡◔), Thank you

Fairlawn Manor

Word count: 1043

Edited: yes

Summary: You move to a manor to get away from the busy streets for a job, it was supposed to be a very simple job, take care of the kids is Fairlawn manor, become friends with their oldest son and ask why he dropped out of boarding school and to all do this before the end of summer, so plenty of time to do such little things, so why aren’t you able to do that?

 (This is taken from a random part of MY story)

(based on the Netflix show ‘The Haunting of Bly Manor’ but with my own characters and some storyline ideas)

(all character’s name will be the same except for a few characters that I have added)

 “Why are you here?” you turned to look at the owner of the voice but couldn’t find anyone, though you already had your suspicions on who it was

“What?” you asked hastily trying to find someone before you properly lost your mind and thought that the books are talking.

“Why do you work here?” said the voice again but this time a figure reappearing behind me placing a hand on my shoulder, I suppose it’s, so I don’t run away from the question. “I’ll admit, you are quite young, qualified, ready to take on the world-“ he started but I quickly intervened not wanting this conversation to carry on

“Hey, you are describing yourself as well, young man” I joked “I’m 2 years older than you...” he sighed in annoyance “but stop avoiding the question Miss (Y/n)… you and I both know I won’t tell anyone” he finished

I turned to look at him… I sigh as I look at him. Unfortunately, that’s when things started going downhill because that’s when I see them, standing in the mirror reflecting, beside Paul on each side and my breath hitches in fear, I’ve never known what they were except for the fact that that they were shadowy figures... shadowy figures that were always there, shadowy figures that got me sent to 12 therapy sessions and 1 mental institution, the same shadowy figures that ruined my life . Paul can sense that my tone change and finally realises my shoulder.

I guess that’s when I’m going to have a ‘panic attack’ it’s when my breath starts to quicken and my ears become blurry, to this day I don’t know if it’s from the urge to cry or two : faint. It’s like the whole world is against you, wanting to take you down and watch you suffer, wanting the exploit your insecurities. The worst thing is that no matter where I went or asked there was no cure. in all my therapy sessions it happened, but dear God I don’t want it to happen now.

“Was I over-stepping?” he asked but I don’t pay attention to him, I can feel my hands start to shake ever so slightly, it was stupid to think that he wouldn’t notice, if I’m going to tell the truth here, Paul has always been observant of the little things in life so having a panic attack right now was not ideal if I wanted to keep it hidden.

He looks over his shoulder and notices the mirror before looking back at me, “Miss (Y/n) I’m going to need you to look at me” he said, shifting my chin “I’m not going to ask what’s wrong because I know you’ll lie… you always do” he states and I look into his eyes, his eyes where always a grey colour almost black-ish but I never asked in fear of offending him, or was it  because it always has its own sense of calming me?

“so instead I’ll ask what you want me to do”

“c-cover th-the mirror” I say sniffling in between words “please cover the mirror”  noticing I’m about to cry and instantly wipe my eyes.

And so Paul does it, he grabs he nears cloth of a table and covers it quite quickly might I add I want to thank him, I really do but the look he gives me when he turns back to look at me is full of pity, I thought that if I was going to have this conversation with him, he would show no emotion, simply be blunt, because that’s how it’s always been .

“do you need a-“ started but I stopped him, again “Look Paul, you have been a  dear and everything and thank you for covering the mirror for me...” I must stop to regain my breath, gosh panicking can really make you tired, “ but I really, really just need to go outside for a few minuets” I say slowly backing out of the library

“but- “

“and please, please just don’t tell anyone, please I’m begging you” I pleaded, my voice cracking at the end form my tears I’m am desperately trying to wipe away

“...sorry, your excused” he said picking up his glass of wine and drinking it.

“Its fine, thank you” you said as you scurried of out of the manor. And outside on the porch leaning against one of the statues as you try to calm yourself down. You walk about a bit further and feel eyes on you, in hesitation you turn around and up and there he is, in all his glory starting down from you. You know that one of these days he’s going to ask, for Paul never likes being left in the dark about something... but you stand your ground to send a message that you won’t be pushed around, so you just stare back.

Once again, his piercing grey eyes looking into my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see into my soul, before a young voice calls out

“Miss (y/n)!!” called out flora as I turn around quite startled “Flora , hello, do you need something?” “you must see my drawings; they are just absolutely splendid!” she calls out again grabbing my hand and dragging me in to the house. ”coming!” I say my voice now steady and ready to take on my job again. But with all this confidence came a quite uncertain voice in the back of my head

‘Oh, no’