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March 9, 2008
MIRACLE ! | KEVIN JONAS fanfic | one.
It's coming out soon. I want to know how many people will actually read it though because I'm already getting to the third chapter and I have no idea if it's good or not, so here's a preview of it:"Where are you going?" She hissed quietly.
I rolled my eyes, already tired from the three hour session I'd just had. "To my car. Unlike Vicki, I actually have somewhere to be. She may not be able to take care of herself, but I'm almost twenty-two years old. Leave me the hell alone." The patients in the waiting room looked a little frightened by my tone of voice as did my mother. Her eyes grew big, but instead of yelling or slapping me across the face like she usually did all I received was a small glare.
Thank you for finally learning, mom.
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My vision was completely blurred, but I had absolutely no reason to panic right? I was on a busy road, at night, with cars that were faster then a runaway criminal, and my vision was blurry. Why did I let my screwed up life get to me? Easy. I was sick and tired. I was sick of being sick and tired. I'd gone through so much in my life, despite the fact that I knew there were others who struggled through far worst than me, and I still went on with it. Never falling into the trap of crying in front of anyone for anything. Now here I was, crying, on some busy street in a some unknown city hoping to just get hit by a car in order for my pathetic life to end.
Charlotte was unknown. No one spoke about it and there was no one important to talk about in it. The residents didn't even want to step foot in it much less an actual person who was of any importance. Who would think of live in such a boring city where everyone went to sleep at eight o'clock and it was illegal to play your car music above level twelve after nine? My mother. She was a woman of class and one of class should always be found in the cleanest and most presentable places. Yes, Charlotte was that place, but it was also the place for the retired, rich folks. My mom was neither.
I sighed before wiping the side of my face violently with the palm of my free hand as I turned into the drive way of my small town home. The pathway was pitch black and the fact that I had forgotten to turn the porch light on didn't help much either. Clumsily, I pulled the keys out of the ignition of my beaten up Ford Focus and pushed the door open with as much strength as I could muster. Though it wasn't much, I managed to get the old door open. The car had some years on it, but it drove well, so I wasn't going to argue. My father had given it to me before my mom had run him out, so I held it close. I'd even given it a name. Old Man is what I called it as it was pretty classic and decent looking.
And the summary is on my homepage, but here it is anyway:
With her mother forcing her into therapy and her ex-boyfriend's reappearance, Sabrina's life is completely bent out of shape. Being in love with her ex even though he's obviously in love with another doesn't make things any better. When some Kevin Jonas comes back into her life things can get a little chaotic for Ms. McCarine.
Tell me what you think about it! The story will be rated for young adults on some chapters, but I don't think it'll ever reach mature because I don't write things like that, sorry.
P.S. Sorry if I tricked any of you. : ]