I don't have a story to put but I need ideas.

The plot is about two twin sisters Brittany(I'm writing from her point of view) and Hannah, they are best friends do everything together, but Hannah is hiding a secret. I just don't know how to start it or what the secret should be.

thanks for the input, my college professors point out my run on sentences as well when I write papers for school, so I have to work on that. Linda is very apologetic because she is scare and people tend act a little odd when their nervous. I should make that more obvious, thanks for the heads up on that, anyway here is chapter 3, there is a reference to Taylor in this chapter can you find it?


Day One

Linda awoke after a night of bizarre dreams. She couldn’t exactly remember what they were but she knew for sure she didn’t enjoy them. She felt more tired than she did before she went to sleep, the sheets she was laying on had many wrinkles which meant she was trashing in her sleep. Something then caught Linda’s attention, the shackle was removed from her wrist, and it defiantly was on before she went to sleep. While she was wondering what happened the smell of pancakes filled the air and her stomach began to growl.

Linda headed out of her room and into the main room of the basement. Since the kidnapper was not tugging her along like last time she decided to look around. There was not much to see, it was just a bare room with the staircase in the middle, the white walls added to the bleakness. The room was carpeted and large dust deposits began to gather in certain spots indicated the kidnapper didn’t go down here that often. The carpets also had creases where something was dragged; it must have been when the kidnapper carried the TV and the couch down to Linda’s room. The couch and TV were heavy, there was no way the man could have moved it by himself. Once again while Linda was in thought the pancakes smell brought her back to reality.

She went up the stairs and to the kitchen. Sure enough the kidnapper was there making pancakes, there was a large stack of them on a plate, another plate had a smaller stack that was waiting for other pancakes to join them. Somehow the man was aware of Linda’s presence.

“Good Moring firecracker sleep well?” The man said keeping his eyes on the pancakes he was flipping.

“Not really” Linda said also looking at the pancakes.

“Yeah that happens to many during the first night or at least I’m told so, you’re the first person I’ve done this too”

“So uh I noticed you removed the shackle”

“Oh yeah I thought you might break your wrist in the night if you kept thrashing in your sleep with that thing on”

“Thanks so I guess we’re having pancakes for breakfast”

“You guess correctly, one of the tween magazines said you liked buttermilk pancakes”

“The same one that said I liked Mac and cheese?”

“The very one”

The man had finished making the pancakes and picked up both plates. He placed one on one side of the table and one on the other. One side had plastic utensils and the other had metal ones making it was obvious which plate was for her. She sat down at her side and noticed there wasn’t any beverage. She was a bit nervous to ask but felt strong enough to do so.

“Is there anything to drink?” she asked hoping that he wouldn’t take offense.

“In the fridge, glasses are next to the sink” the man said eyes focusing on cutting his pancakes.

Linda got up and went next to the sink to get a glass, there weren’t glasses as much as they were mugs, one of them said “Happy 15th Birthday” on it along with fithteen candles drawn on it. She then went to the fridge, inside must have been five or six cartons of orange juice. Linda had never seen so much orange juice in her life, all of them pulp free. One of them was open and so she poured it into her mug and sat back down. The man eyes spotted the mug and seemed to get sad for a moment, he then quickly went back to eating his breakfast unaware Linda had noticed the whole thing. She wanted to ask whose mug it was but decided not to.

The breakfast was very quiet; the kidnapper seemed to forget Linda was even there for a few moments. It seemed like he was used to eating alone. He finished before Linda did, he got up and put his plate and utensils in the sink.

“When you’re done please put your stuff in the sink and then return to your room” The man said in his calm manner.

He left and Linda finished shortly afterwards, she put her plate and the mug in the sink and headed toward the basement when she noticed the front door. She could run for it and scream help, but would anyone hear? She had no idea where she was and who knows how fast this man could run and of course the front door could simply be locked, knowing the odds were against her escape plan Linda decided to simply go back down to the basement. When she reached her room she turned on the TV, the clock said it was around eight thirty and her kidnapping was still the top story.

“Twenty hours after the kidnapping of teen pop star Linda Niles, the police are still no closer to locating her or figuring out who was behind it. A video was released showing the kidnapper but no one has been able to identify him. Although several people have claimed to be holding her and demanding money, police say they are not credible. An official who requested to remain anonymous has said the police has little hope in finder Linda Niles alive, a candle vigilante was held for her last night and many celebrities have pleaded for her release unharmed”

Linda turned off the TV when they began talking about her career again. She fell back on the pullout bed and dozed off. She woke up to see the kidnapper standing in the door.
“Hey firecracker listen up” the man said in his once again calm voice that would have one convinced he takes tranquilizers.

“A friend of mine is coming to visit, her name is Jeanette and she can be a bit, well let’s just say she can be a handful”

“Oh does she know I’m here?” Linda worried about what this new person be like.

“Yes, in fact that is why she’s here, once she knew she demanded that she come and see you, just try to ignore her obnoxiousness, she has quite a temper”

“Ok so when she is coming over?”

“She said she’d be here in five minutes so that means she’ll be here in three, best to be going upstairs”

The man took Linda by the wrist again and gently pulled her along up the stairs. When they got to the main floor they went to a different area besides the kitchen. To the left of the front door was a room with two loveseats, the kidnapper walked Linda to one and let go of her wrist, implying he wanted her to sit. She did so, and the man began to walk to front door. Linda noticed he was becoming a bit nervous.

Before long a pounding that passed for knocking was at the door. The man went over and opened it, in the door was a girl slightly younger then the kidnapper but older then Linda. She wore jean short shorts that were tattered and worn. Her shirt was once dark blue but had faded and had become lighter, there was some sort of character on her shirt but like everything else it too was faded; her hair was dirty blond and was almost waist length. Her right hand a case of Whitford beer bottles and her left had one bottle of beer, but the case in her right hand had all six bottles, implying she must like to drink.
“I’ve brought the party with me” The girl said holding up both the case and the indepdent bottle.

“Nice to see you sparkplug” The kidnapper said. Linda wonder if he had a nickname for everybody.

She and the kidnapper hugged and she proceeded to kiss him on the lips. Her attention then turned to Linda.

“Oh my god, it is true” The girl said while putting down the six pack but not the spare bottle. She then removed the twist off cap and took a sip from the bottle.

“So you’re Linda Niles”

There was no doubt this was Jeanette, all at once Linda figured out why the man had warned her about Jeanette and why he was nervous.

“Is it true you lip synched at the concert in Portland? Because a bunch of 14 year olds are killing each other over the internet arguing about it”

The question remained Linda about the Portland concert, she remember there was a problem with the sound equipment that delayed her voice form being by the audience making it look like she lip synched very badly ,while in deep thought she forgot to answer the question.

“Are you a mute or what?” Jeanette asked getting impatient over Linda’s lack of response. The kidnapper intervened.

“Don’t be shy Linda; this is Jeanette who I have told you about”

“Uh, sorry I was thinking back, no I didn’t lip synch” Linda said becoming as nervous as she was the previous evening.

“Of course you’d say that whether it was true or not” Jeanette said as she then turned her attention to the kidnapper.

“But anyway I can’t believe you actually pulled it off, so this is for-“

“Yeah it is” the kidnapper said interrupting Jeanette before she could finish.

“But that isn’t for another, what two days, so what do we do with her until then?”

Linda became far more nervous then she been during her entire captivity, this girl had danger written all over her and who knows what she had in store for Linda. Jeanette took another sip for her bottle she reached down to the six pack, grabbed a bottle and tossed it to the kidnapper.

“Sorry kiddo no beer for the underage, can you imagine what tabloids would do if they got pictures of you drinking, I mean your career would over in like a second”

“It’s quite alright” Linda said too afraid to even make eye contact. The kidnapper had opened his bottle and had taken a sip. Jeanette knew Linda was afraid of her. She then sat down next to her as Linda eyes remained glued to the floor.

“Do you want to go out with him?”

The question got Linda to jump up off the couch, causing Jeanette to start laugh.

“Oh come on don’t you think he’s kind of cute?” Jeanette said referring to the kidnapper.

“I…I” Linda tried to speak but the words all got tangled up, the kidnapper intervened
again.

“She’s joking” The kidnapper said somehow retaining his calmness. Jeanette went over to the kidnapper and put her arm around him.

“You bet I’m joking, I spent months trying to reel this one in and I have no intention of sharing him” Jeanette said as she finished the rest of her beer and tossed it to ground.

“Now listen snowflake you promised you’d take me to Club Crazier” Jeanette
demanded. The kidnapper finished his bottle and tossed it to ground.

“I’ll be there in a moment sparkplug let me just have a word with our guest”

“You better be, on I’ll be waiting in your car” Jeanette said, grabbing the other bottles and headed out.

“She’s a keeper” Linda said sarcastically.

“Hardy har har, I assume you can show yourself to your room firecracker” the man said as headed out. Linda eyed the front door again, but the fear of Jeanette chasing her was more than enough to get any ideas out of her head. She was about to head back down when noticed a different staircase headed up. Linda couldn’t resist and went up the stairs. There were two doors; one of them was painted pink and the other white. The pink door was locked but the white door wasn’t. She headed in, a quick glance and it was obvious this was the kidnapper’s room.

There were band posters along the walls and like the ones in the kitchen they had concert tickets attached to them. There was a basic bed and a desk covered with papers. Some of the papers were flyers advertising Linda’s appearance at the mall. Another one was a map of the mall with a red arrow going through the store she was promoting. A second map should the parking lot with a red arrow from a particularly space to a nearby exit. A receipt from a pharmacy for a bottle chloroform was also there. Another receipts was from a costume store.

Linda opened the draw in the desk and found a photo of the kidnapper and Jeanette. Jeanette looked a little more enthusiastic then he did. Then there was a folded note that said “Snowflake” on it. She opened up the note it read:

“My dearest Snowflake, I am sorry to hear such a sad cruel thing can happen to someone so sweet. I understand what you’re going through better than most people will. It saddens me to see the world’s most innocent person suffer, while millions of lowlifes continue to prosper. I will be with you every step of the way (And a couple of Whitford beers will come along as well) you are the best person I have ever met and I won’t abandoned you in your time of need. Your Sparkplug Jeanette”

Linda was blown away, Jeanette wrote this? What was happening here, what was the letter talking about and what role did Linda play in all this? Linda carefully put the letter back and went back to her room in the basement. After two hours of watching cartoons, the kidnapper appeared with a box of pizza and a couple of Kramer sodas.
“Let me guess, a tween magazine told you that I liked mushroom pizzas and Kramer soda” Linda said beginning to loosen up.

“You catch on fast” the kidnapper said with a faint smile. He handed Linda a can as she took a slice of the pizza.

“I’m sure glad I didn’t say I enjoyed eating dogs”

“Yeah me too because no one in the neighborhood has a dog, it wouldn’t have been difficult getting any”

Linda laughed at the statement and for a second being held against her will didn’t seem so bad.

“So what happened to Jeanette?” Linda asked.

“I took her home”

“Why didn’t tell me she was your girlfriend, you just said she was a friend”
“We are just friends, she thinks we’re going steady but we aren’t”

“Don’t you tell her you two aren’t together?”

“I’m just as afraid of her as you are”

Linda was taking a sip of the soda when he said this; she laughed causing her to spit out her soda.

“Ah, that got in my nose, it really burns” Linda said playfully.

“Try spending a weekend with Jeanette then talk to me about pain”

“Why wasn’t she there when you kidnapped me?”

“I didn’t want anyone hurt and I knew if I brought her along that would be impossible”

“You two couldn’t be more different, how’d you two find each other”

“She is a psycho path and nobody wants to be near her, however even psychos get lonely and so she settled for me”

“And you’d accepted her friendship because…”

“She is not just the loud person she appears to be, she has her soft side”

Linda thought of the note. She finished the slice of pizza and grabbed another one.

“So what’s with the nicknames? Sparkplug, snowflake, firecracker”

“Jeanette is sparkplug because of her energy; I’m snowflake because I have pale skin and your firecracker because at a concert last year you had an explosive presence”

“I can’t choose my own nickname?”

“That’s the one rule, you can’t chose, Jeanette picked snowflake and I picked sparkplug”
“What if you don’t like your nickname?”

“Tough”

“Wait you said at a concert I had a lot of energy, which was that?”

“The one at Nassau Coliseum”

“That one was at the beginning of the tour no wonder I had energy”

“So the fans at the end get a half rated show?”

“You try signing the same songs for thirty-two days in a row running across the country so fast you have to be remained what state you’re in and still be perky”

“Point taken, I got to get going, I’ll catch you later firecracker”

“Wait, why does she tell her real name and you don’t?”

“It’s Martin, my name is Martin”

“Martin? No wonder you didn’t tell me”

Martin petted Linda’s head the way you would pet a dog’s head and headed out the door. She then realized she had a conversation with a guy who is holding her against her will; she also noticed it didn’t seem to bother her. She just shrugged it off as she grabbed another slice.

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I wrote this for a school assignment. It's sort of a blog post but it wasn't actually written to be posted:

Famine and Civil War in Somalia
Some people have no perspective of the world around them. Some people take so many things for granted. Some people are so wrapped up in their lives that the rest of the world to them doesn’t exist. For some reason, I have come to realize that the world DOES exist and people should pay more attention to it. After all, it is our home. To be honest, I used to be one of these people. But then I saw a story on A Current Affair that really opened my eyes.
They had a reporter and crew in Somalia. As they travelled around, I got to see the Somali conditions and the things that are going on in their country, famine and civil war. The streets are dirty, the houses (or should I say the very few houses) are practically unusable. The reporter even said that they had to keep moving because it was dangerous if they stayed in the same place for too long. How ridiculous is that?!
She also interviewed several of the locals. All of them were suffering as equally as each other but the one interview that stood out to me was one with a mother and her very young son. I can’t remember if they said he was 2 or 3 but I clearly remember the mother saying “He probably won’t live until five”….
How could he die before five? Life hasn’t even begun when you are five. He was born for a reason and that reason is NOT to live for 2 seconds and then die straight away. Everyone should get a chance to experience the world. When you are still learning to walk and talk and haven’t even started learning to read and write, there is SO little you can do to enjoy the world’s beauty. But then again, would this child be able to see the world, even if he did have the chance to possibly live longer? Would he have been able to get anywhere near away from Somalia?
I don’t know whether the mother meant “probably won’t live until five” as a result of starvation or whether she thought the chance of him being shot dead was high. Either way, it must’ve taken a truck load of courage to be able to say that, let alone in front of a TV camera.
While watching this, it made me think about how I was watching this. I was watching it on my TV, in my lounge room, in my warm, comfortable house. Yet right at the same there were people dying of starvation and running from gunshots. I don’t know why but it made me feel kind of guilty. I mean, if I had all these things then why couldn’t they? We are all people right? I suppose the issue of wealth distribution ties into this topic. They wouldn’t be living in utter filth and dirt if the entire world’s money was equally shared. You wonder where it all goes if they print more every day. Ever thought of giving some to Africa, people? No, didn’t think so.
I want to help. I won’t give up until they are safe, warm and fed. You wouldn’t think that a 10 minute news story would change someone’s life. Well it did for me.

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So more details, I love the 5 senses rule. I think that will improve my writing, on a side note Jeanette calls Martin "Snowflake" in front of Linda.

“Now listen snowflake you promised you’d take me to Club Crazier” Jeanette demanded.

That's why Martin isn't surprised Linda knows his nickname. I'm glad you love Jeanette she was the most fun character to write, I named her after Jeanette McCurdy who plays Sam on iCarly.

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Revelations
The next morning Linda awoke from a better sleep then the one she had the previous night. A yellow sticky note on the door caught her eye. She got up and headed over to the door to read it. The note read:

“Firecracker, I’ve realized you’ve not had a shower or a change of clothes since you’ve arrived. You will find both in the bathroom in the back of the house, when your done come see in the pool in the backyard we have things to discuss”

Linda then gave her herself a whiff. The smell was nauseating at best, the recent events had caused her forget about hygiene. It was then brought to her attention that she was still wearing the same clothes since she was kidnapped at the mall. She headed upstairs pass the front door and through the room with the two love seats. The next room was the bathroom that the note had mentioned. It looked very polished and clean. There was a pile of clothes on the floor, they weren’t Linda’s style but they were fresh. After a shower and putting on the clothes she noticed the sink where an unwrapped toothbrush was. She didn’t know if it was for her but her breath must be revolting by now. A half empty tube of toothpaste was next to the brush, now that she had the essentials she began to improve her oral hygiene.

The medicine cabinet above the sink was slightly ajar. She opened it out of curiosity and found nothing very interesting, a new tube of toothpaste, aftershave, cologne, shaving cream and a pack of razors. One did stand out, a medication bottle filled with small pills. The label had been removed but when Linda looked at the small pills they were labeled “Prozac”. She already had a hunch he was taking medication and this proved it. Now that the mystery of Martin’s calm demeanor was solved she headed to backyard. The door out was through the kitchen onto a deck. It had been over a day and a half since she last stepped outside, air never felt so good. She observed the backyard, not a lot was grass, most of it was a wooden area with tress that blocked her from seeing far. To the right was the pool, she could see Martin swimming in it.

As Linda stepped off the deck she stopped to feel grass it was a great sensation on her feet. Eventually she came to her senses that she was still captive here and not free just because she stepped outside. She walked over to the pool, Martin was drying himself with a towel, it was white with a green cancer ribbon on it. Did he have cancer she wondered and which one did the green ribbon mean?

“Ah, good you’re here” Martin stated as he dried his hair with the towel.

“I hope Jeanette’s clothes fit alright”

“Their fine, not exactly what I would have picked but they fit perfectly” Linda replied.
Martin finished drying off and sat down on a beach chair next to the pool, he stared at the pool.

“I know what has been going through your head since you got here” Martin said in a serious tone far different then how normal speaks.

“And what would that be?” Linda asked.

“You want to know why I brought you here, why I kidnapped you, well now you’re going to know the answer. Linda didn’t say anything, her heat began to race.

“I have a sister named Kate; she’s fifthteen, about a year ago she was diagnosed with liver cancer, we tried chemo and sorts of treatments. It was no use and it has become terminal, she gets out of the hospital tomorrow, simply so she can enjoy the last days of her life”

“I’m sorry; I don’t know what to say” Linda responded.

“After she was diagnosed, we went to so many support centers, they comforted her but the fact remained she was going to die, not all the walkathons in the world could change that, not all the ribbons or donated wigs or speeches about fighting strong, none them changed reality, the reality that she would not have a sweet sixteen birthday party, she would never experience college, getting married having kids of her own, driving a car or simply growing up” Martin stopped for a moment, he was getting very upset but he managed to pull himself together.

“My parents died in a car accident when I was seventeen, a drunk truck driver smashed into them, the money from the lawsuit, allowed us to live without going to an orphanage, I all of sudden had to play the role of father, mother and brother to her, being the parent and helping her with homework, bullies and boys left me without a life of my own but I didn’t care, Kate was my world, helping her with every obstacle she faced, I told her life would never be a solo journey, that if a mountain seemed to high I’d help her, that if a goal seemed too far, I’d help her, then she got cancer and I couldn’t help her, I failed to hold up my promise, so I made her another promise that she would be happy for the rest of her days, she heard you were coming to the mall but the doctors wouldn’t release her early, I told her not to worry, that if she couldn’t go to Linda Niles, I’d bring Linda Niles to her, I know what I’ve done is wrong, illegal and extreme, but I am not going back on my promise again”

“You want me to meet her then?”

“Yes but that’s not all, I own a theater called The Float, it has a stage, you are going to give her a private concert, after you have done so, I’ll let you go”

“A concert? It’s not that simple I need-“

“I got a stage crew; I got a lead guitarist, a bassist, a drummer, backup vocals and whatever else your songs need, they know your songs, they practiced with Jeanette being the vocalist, you should know your own songs better than anyone else so you shouldn’t need as much practice, that’s what today’s agenda is, we are going to The Float and you are going to practice”

Martin got up from the chair and headed back toward the house.

“We leave in a hour be ready”

Linda returned to her room, the TV was no longer showing her kidnapping as the top story; a burning apartment building was now on every channel, the only mention of her was that her CD sales had greatly increased. Exactly one hour later Martin appeared, he didn’t tug her along by the wrist this time, he just simply said that it was time and Linda followed him the garage. The garage was littered with a lot of junk most of it was covered in dust, only the car seemed to be in good condition. They got in with Linda riding in the passenger seat. Her stomach began to growl.

“There’s food at the theater” Martin said still in his serious tone. Linda began to worry; she had never seen him like this.

“I’ll be glad to do it, the concert I mean, I won’t give her the half rate show people at the end of my tours get” Linda said hoping to lighten the mood.
It seemed to have worked; Martin briefly smiled and patted her head. The drive was only about 15 minutes but seeing the outside again, made Linda really enjoy it. They arrived at a large theater, the words “THE FLOAT” appeared on the upper walls. Below the words “CLOSED FOR REPAIRS” were written. They pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car.

“Don’t worry the place is in good condition; we just put that sign up to avoid people from wondering in” Martin said referring to the second sign.
Inside the first room were posters for various bands, Linda didn’t recognize any of them, in the main concert area; several people were playing a song on the stage with Jeanette as the vocalist.

“She’s coming down fast, yes she is, yes she is, coming down” Jeanette sang in a very tone deaf way.
Afterwards she spotted Martin and Linda.

“What do you think?” Jeanette asked energetically.

“I think it’s going to be a while before my ears stop bleeding” Martin teased.

“Jerk”

“Now listen kiddos you’ve done well with the rehearsals so far, don’t blow it now” Martin turned to Linda.

“Ready firecracker?”

“Can I eat something first?” Linda asked.

“Oh yeah there is food backstage”

Linda walked to the backstage; there was a buffet of every breakfast food known to man.

Linda grabbed a plate of pancakes and a cup of orange juice. She sat down a table that was set up nearby. Jeanette walked over to her.

“I see Martin has you hooked on that as well” Jeanette said referring to the orange juice.
“Yeah I noticed he had a lot of it”

“I remember on our first date he drank six glasses of them, when we first kissed it was like kissing an orange”

Linda laughed at the statement. “Why do you act much more obnoxious then you really are?” Linda asked.

“What makes you think that I do that?”

“Come on, I work with celebrities, they all have their on screen personalities and their actually personalities, I noticed everyone is like that, it’s just easier to notice with stars”

“You know you’re not as dense as I thought you would be firecracker”

“I know you’re much more caring then you want people to know, Martin has very little time for himself, the fact that you still stay with him shows you’re patient and understanding, yet anyone who goes by just what you say will think the exact opposite”

“There was something about me that made people stay away from me, maybe it was just that I couldn’t talk to people properly, but no one wanted to be near me, I resented people for that, I decided if they were treat me like that, I might as well return the favor, but Martin was different, he didn’t run off, he didn’t seem to mind at all”

“How did you two meet?”

“My father had liver cancer; we meet at a support rally”

“What is his sister like?”

“At the time she was optimistic, she had high hopes that the chemo therapy would work, Martin did too, but a few weeks later, it became terminal she spent a lot of time at the hospital I rarely saw her, by then my father had died and the hospital reminded me too much of him, when it became terminal I wrote a letter to Martin, I promised to kill him if he showed it to anyone”

Martin came backstage. “Ok time to rock firecracker”

Linda headed to front of the stage in front of a microphone. The only two people in the audience were Martin and Jeanette. It felt awkward performing a song in front of only two people.

“You’re going to start with “Over the horizon” then” Into the night” followed by “Star studded evening”, which will be followed “Two’s a crowd” and you’re going to end “I found out” Martin said from his seat.

“I found out?” Linda said puzzled, the song was a bomb and she hadn’t ever used it for a concert.

“That is Kate’s favorite song so you’re going to sing it”

Practice through the first four songs went well; the band she was with knew the notes perfectly, Linda wondered how much they practice before she arrived. Finally it was time for “I found out” she began to get a bit nervous, memories of the critics reaction to the song came to mind, one in particularly said Linda’s career was coming to an end, which thankfully wasn’t the case. The lead guitarist started the intro, soon the bassist and the drummer joined in, finally Linda began the song:

“I remember when we first met now there is a day I will regret, he was so charming and sweet, he swept me off my feet, one day we stayed out late, that action I forever hate because I found out, he’s a psycho and wants to make me the fifth one, he’s not going to stop until he’s done” Linda sang, she then stopped for the guitar solo, she could see Jeanette trying to hold back a laugh, the next verse then began

“The sun rose in the sky, I was glad I didn’t die, I headed home, hoping it was done, little did I know it just began, because I found out, he knows where I live and he’s armed with a shiv, I hope I can run and that my life isn’t done” The second solo began, she just had to do the outro and this song was over, Jeanette by this time had stopped trying to hold back laughing.

“He was so charming and sweet he swept me off my feet, one day we stayed out late, that action I forever hate because I found out, he’s a psycho and wants to make me the fifth one, he’s going to stop until he’s done, he’s not going to stop until he’s done, he’s not going to stop until he’s done” Finally the song was over. Jeanette and Martin both clapped, they then headed onto the stage.

“Ok we tortured you enough, you don’t have to do that song” Martin said now back in his claim mood.

“I thought it was Kate’s favorite” Linda said confused.

“Dude that song sucks, nobody likes it, we just said that as a joke” Jeanette responded.

“Don’t worry you just have to do the first four”

“You’re a jerk” Linda said to Martin.

“It was Jeanette’s idea”

“Don’t blame me, you went along with it”

The three of them then started laughing. Jeanette was called over by one the stage hands, Martin then put his hands on Linda shoulders.

“You’re doing a good thing; I know you didn’t have much say in this but I just wanted to thank you for going along with it” Martin said in a sort of claim and serious tone

"You’re a good person Martin, I mean you did kidnap me but I everyone has their faults” Linda replied.
Jeanette then called over Martin, Linda looked over the row of empty seats, soon the reason for all of this would take place.

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Okay, hi.

I've been writing this for a while now and I thought that I might see if it's actually good or not. I first started it as something to work on my description of places, but I liked what I had written and it fell into place with something I was already working on and magic happened.

But no, it's called Addicted to Convenience. It's not really seperated into chapters at the moment--because I've really only just properlly started thinking it--but instead of using '***' as breaks I'm using 'wall writings' that are vaguely significant. So that's why there are images every so often. (I blame video games for that. And Pete. Long story.)

Hope you enjoy it! And please, be totally honest with me--I can take it! :)



The days were slowly dragging on as winter started to fade. The cool air gradually warming up and beginning to welcome the return of the hot sticky days that summer brought with it. The world was eerily silent, silent in a way that it had not been for years. How long exactly was never to be known.

The sun was hung high up in the sky, the forgotten city skyline barely recognisable in the foreground. The silence was broken. The almost noiseless sound of footsteps approached, magnified in the most terrifying way.

A girl came out onto a clearing on the hill; she was alone in the most desirable sense. She inspected her surroundings slowly, not stopping until she had taken everything in. A tall metal mesh fence stood off to one side, surrounding jagged metal shapes that had once stood tall on the hill side. Coarse grass had grown thick and tall almost everywhere, coming up to somewhere around the girls waist. There were trees to all sides but one. A few meters away, in the area the metal mesh fence was keeping safe, was a pool of water.

The girl approached the fence carefully, minding her footsteps as if she was wary of someone finding her where she shouldn't be. She found a hole in the fence soon enough, where wind had ripped the metal from the post. She walked quickly now, not because she was thirsty, but because it had been so long since she had last seen her reflection.

There were tiny cuts on her face and neck, only noticeable if you were really looking. There were dark rings around her eyes, along with the faint remainders of the eyeliner and mascara she had taken from an abandoned convenience store long ago. Her hair was dark, but, even in the poor reflection, still evidently a few shades lighter than what the girl had been used to seeing. Her mouth was small and her nose long and thin. Her skin was tanned, but not heavily so due to the small amount of sunny days from the season just gone.

Her clothes were trivial, not what she would have wanted to be wearing if she had known what was going to have happened. She wore a pair of once white denim shorts, a wide neck, pale grey T-shirt proclaiming the name of a band that she had forgotten about long ago, a pair of beaten up canvas shoes and a pair of heavily ripped tights that she should probably have taken off months back.

She reached her cupped hand down into the water and bowed her head to the broken reflection. She had learnt to take the opportunity to drink even if she wasn't thirsty. Water was sparse and seemingly a thing of the past.

There were buildings on the other side of the hill. The girl remembered this from all the movies her brother had made when he was still around. Temptation lay down at the bottom of the slope. Nostalgic fears weaved their way through the girl's thoughts and settled like dust in forgotten places. The sting of the past hit her fast, but she let it ebb away into nothing once again.

The girl got up suddenly and stumbled drunkenly away from the pool of water, through the metal mesh fence and off into the wilderness to find a way down from where she was on the hill.

The city below her was forgotten and, in the brilliant strength of the sun, so was she.



The girl stumbled over the rubble piles, stumbling towards the road that had managed to stay mostly clear. This city was different from the others that the girl had been to, there were no cars left abandoned in the streets and no-one loitering about the rubble piles. It was perfectly empty.

There were still tower blocks that stood tall, but few skyscrapers reached up and touched the sky. The girl walked easily when she reached the street, peering in through the storefronts when she saw something that would have interested her in a previous life.

She kept on walking down the road, heading north towards the hills. The larger houses where she was heading would provide not only hiding places if someone were to come looking, but also the false comfort of luxury that she had spent most of her teenage years longing for.

The emptiness would have been worrying but it didn't faze her at all. It was calming. The silence was like an old friend who had been waiting to be seen again. It wasn't bitter or cold. It was home.

The girl came to a stop outside a storefront that had its front window smashed to pieces. There was glass littering the floor, but apart from that the shop looked mostly intact. The girl stepped cautiously in through the broken window.

It was darker and somewhat colder than outside. Relief flooded over the girl who was so tired of having to endure the heat.

The girl walked over to the sales racks and looked through the clothing. It was time for something new to wear.

For once she wasn't too fussy. She just grabbed the clothes that fit her and shoved them inside the bags that were underneath the counter. She then walked towards the back of the store, to where the make-up had been, and grabbed whatever she knew would work and shoved it inside a new bag.

She knew that it was improbable, the endless weight of her non-existent self-esteem crushing her still. But what if someone was out there? What if someone saw her like this? She couldn't take the thought of that. Not now and not ever.

She grabbed all of the bags and carried them with a relieved sense of ease. This action was all too easy for her.

She took one last look around the store, felt guilty about not paying, and then stepped forwards, pulled open the glass door and walked through it.