It's been a while but...here's chapter one of my Twilight fanfiction

Challenges
1. Condition
I was very careful about particular things. Numbers, to be exact. It was the way I did things that made my mother think less of me and my dad- well, he would be rolling in his grave. I counted the number of times I closed and opened a door until I felt right enough to leave it alone; I counted how many items there were on a wall and compared it to another, just to arrange it to a point where it would be matching and it didn’t matter whose house it was. As rude and imposing my condition was, I could not overcome it. It was a constant cover over my psyche, making me succumb to the little insecurities that were being whispered into my ear. It wasn’t something you had to be born with and therefore have to deal with for the rest of your life, my best girlfriend, Tommi, had explained to me once. Again, that was what she thought.
She was over at my house more than her own that you would think that she lived there with me. She was organized about it, for my sake. I was usually at home by myself while my mother was out on “business trips” with men that held the potential to be my next father. Kila honestly thought my condition interrupted my mentality, also. She was close, but far off at the same time.
The sky was stormy gray, the heavy clouds showing signs of pouring rain. I looked over to Tommi, sure that my gaze would eventually catch her attention. The glasses seated on the bridge of her nose started to slide downwards so I pushed them up for her. Her hands were occupied with the task of steering her SUV. She smiled, the dimples in her cheeks showing.
“Thanks, Mira,” she said. “So where we goin’?”
“I thought you knew!” I exclaimed, hitting her on the leg lightly. She winced dramatically, making herself cross-eyed in the process. I hit with more force, terrified. “Don’t do that! God, are you trying to kill me!?”
“Jeez, child! Calm down, okay? We’re headed for Vinny’s place.”
I sighed in relief as she returned her gaze on the road. Tommi always found a way to scare me, one way or another. Vinny was short for Vincent and he was a good friend of ours. It was too bad he didn’t know it. He was one of those guys who doesn’t like to reveal their feelings too much or else, they’ll be embarrassed. Tommi loved to poke fun at him because of that fact. I’ll have to admit that those two going at it did entertain me. The black-haired girl turned the car down a dirt road, making us bounce with the navigation of the bumpy surface.
The black SUV made the journey and we soon found ourselves heading towards a decent two-floor house, a six-foot figure with his arms crossed standing on its front porch. As soon as the engine cut, Vinny walked up next to us and waited for us to get out. That was the hard part. Feeling my rapidly forming anxiety, Tommi gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. I looked into her eyes and suddenly felt confident.
The bespectacled driver stepped out first, greeting Vinny with the usual smile and punch on the shoulder. As expected, he remained unresponsive to her friendly gestures. The spiky-haired boy seemed to be suspicious of my delay, glancing past his five-foot-seven distraction. I reminded myself to take one step at a time, gripping the handle of the car door. I took several deep breaths, clutching and releasing, clutching and releasing…
“You gonna come out or not, Mira? I don’t have all day,” Vinny called, receiving an elbow to the ribs from Tommi. He glanced at her dangerously for a second then turned his attention back to me.
I pulled the handle and there was no second guessing urge as of yet so I continued on to opening the door. That was when the sweat started to bead my forehead. This was literally taking all of my concentration not to reveal my habits to Vinny; only Tommi knew about my condition and only her. My feet were on the ground. I was so close to the breaking point, it wasn’t even funny. I closed the door carefully as if were glass.
I could almost hear the doubt creeping into my mind:
Once is not enough, it said. Two is much better.
I listened to it and repeated the action one more time, then twice. Once more. I managed to walk away- satisfied- and face my two friends.
“The door didn’t want to close right,” I explained to Vinny, understanding in his sea-green eyes. Correction: I didn’t feel right closing that door only five times. Five was an odd number and wasn’t complete enough. Maybe one more time would help even it out…I inched backwards, however, my savior caught me by the arm.
“Come on, Mira!” she enthused. “We need to get inside before it rains.”
Vinny followed behind us. We reached the front door, the giant making sure to go in first. Tommi thought fast and put me in front of her so I won’t have to feel compelled to the door. We were supposed to help our friend here move to Forks-or was it La Push? I didn’t really focus on the facts because the number of pictures on the wall to the left didn’t mirror the one to the right. Three represented the holy Trinity: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit so the left was okay. Six was a devilish number and next to three, it wasn’t helping me any.
“What’re you doing, Mira?” Vinny asked, pausing his box-carrying to look at me. “Those baby pictures are not going to move themselves or were you admiring my baby fat?”
“Sure I was,” I said. “By the way, what the heck happened to you? Your face is all warped now.”
The raven-haired boy scowled, picking up his box and resuming his business. Vinny lived with his older brother, Don, after his parents died two years ago. It was part of the reason why he shut out his emotions. I couldn’t focus on the task of clearing the wall without redecorating it; I went to where Tommi was, instead.
She was helping herself to her favorite box of snacks: Ritz. She looked like she was in heaven, savoring each bite of the round crisps. The girl didn’t notice me until I took the box away from her hands.
“Ah!” she yelped, jumping backwards. She supported herself by holding onto the kitchen counter, chest heaving. I laughed up a storm, once again catching the attention of the human forklift. He rolled his eyes, his brow furrowing.
“You guys are crappy helpers, ya know that?” he observed, taking the Ritz from my hand.
The Ritz lover scoffed, straightening herself up from her previous position.
“Boy, this ain’t U-Haul,” she stated flippantly. Here comes my favorite part of the day. Vinny stepped up to the challenging female and wore an emotionless mask.
“Either U-Haul or U-get-the-hell-out-of-my-house,” the brunet said calmly. The challenger laughed with an edge of fakeness and adjusted her glasses, leaning forward to get up close and personal.
“Or I can just haul my hand upside your head and that that’s the only haulin’ I’m gonna do besides haulin’ you off of a cliff!”
“Point goes to Tom,” I announced. The duo looked about ready to kill me and as a result, I shut my mouth for the remainder of the duel. As they continued, I found myself drifting over to the window. Rain pelted the glass, making any view I was hoping to get blurry. I concentrated on the wall of trees, sure that there was something near the tree line. Whatever it was, it disappeared from sight.
The rest of the day was spent finally helping Vinny pack up his things for his move to La Push-yes, I remembered correctly. It wasn’t a far trip considering our location in the Makah Reservation. It was there that his brother got a job as an elementary school teacher. Don didn’t look like the type-like his brother-and most would be surprised to know that he loved children.
After packing, Tommi and I went back inside the SUV, prior to me doing much opening and closing, of course. That was the first time I traveled outside of the house and in a much greater scale, La Push, in three months.
“Hey,” my best friend called, “you did good today, Mira. Your dad would be proud of you.”
“You think so?” I contemplated, withdrawing into my thoughts. Dad died protecting Kila from a careening car and she wasn’t even grateful. I disliked her for that. She cried at his funeral, spoke heartfelt words, and laid flowers on his grave. It was at the end of the ceremony that the mask came off.
The kind mother I knew completely dissolved and somewhere between that time and now, I developed my condition because of her drastic behavior. It wasn’t my fault. It would never be.

Randomness

Well, Solomon and Krys got booted from Twilight. Whoever gets the parts of Sam and Embry will get kidnapped by me and I’ll make sure they never find their way back on the set of New Moon, that’s for sure. I mean, Sol gets one line and BOOM he’s gone. He’s a perfect Sam! It doesn’t matter what they think! Don’t worry, Solomon! You are the original Sam and if I ever make a movie, you’ll be in it for sure! And Krys. He get NO lines, except for the occasional head nod and smile. It’s still my favorite part cuz I always laugh at what Solomon’s wearing. It looks comfortable to be in though. Did you notice that Krys’ shoelaces are purple? Yeah, I’m observant like that. It’s my favorite color. Well, those two are going to be missed by werewolf fans. Yep…I wonder what they’re doing right now. Hanging out in Oregon. Hehe…Oregon. Did you ever notice how oddly named most of our states are? There’s Cheyenne, Utah, Tennessee, Mississippi…I think people got lazy with some of them. I know that some are named after the Native Americans that settled in the area. Oklahoma! WHOO-HOO! That’s where I’m from! I’m part Cherokee, you know. Living in Georgia now. My high school is getting on my nerves!!!  The people are cool and everything but they’re making a big deal over the wrong things. There’s frigging fights everyday and they want to take away cell phones and iPods and crap! Like that’s gonna make it better. We need properly working air condition, windows, and all that good stuff. Black people gotta have that to avoid getting in trouble. We need recess back and Gym does NOT count. Gym is just forced graded physical activity. Recess is down time. Why do you think people fight? They get highly irritable in a school that doesn’t have windows, thus burning their eyes when they see the sun for the first time coming out of the school. Kids have too much drama nowadays and that comes from growing up too fast. People getting pregnant, joining gangs, and all of that. I wish there could be at least ONE day of peace there because you can’t walk around the school without hearing talk about how someone’s gonna kick somebody else’s butt for some unknown reason. And then, we have the instigators, people who are risking their own health by warming up the fights.
But I ignore that.
It’s hard to believe that I didn’t go fool with all of the stuff that goes down at that school. Well, this ends my brief ranting. Sayonara.

FRIDAY!!!!!

Today was ultimately good! We're watching Hancock in 4th period and we just got past the part where he shoves someone's head up someone else's butt. Hehe....silvertiger's peering over my shoulder watching me type this blog. The sucker! (silvertiger n the background: UR THE TRUE SUCKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Shut up! Anyways, what are your plans for spring break!? I'm going to celebrate my birthday. It's April 9th, you know. I might go to the Atlanta fun center where there's a lot of Asians! Me and my asian obsessed friends (including silvertiger) love the asians even tho we're too scared to say hi to them. And when we do, they don't acknowledge the fact that we're talking to them. STUPID SUCKAS! Just kidding! Anyways, in second period we were supposed to have a poetry slam. It's a poem that epresses strong emotion and whatnot. Me, silvertiger, and our friend Ruth were going to perform a poem about life. It's pretty funny. We're in the background, making sound effects and stuff. It turned out that our teacher had a last minute meeting and we didn't get to perform. I was okay with that, even tho we practiced more than like ten times . But we got to eat and get fat tho! We had chips, donuts, oatmeal pies, and sodas.

If I was in Twilight...

Ah, Twilight. The book/movie that have teens raving around like crack heads screaming either “TEAM EDWARD!”, “TEAM JACOB!”, or “TEAM SWITZERLAND!” I love Twilight, too. I mean, Stephenie Meyer’s got skillz! Yes, skills with a “z.” That’s like the highest level of skills, buddies! I just watched the movie last Sunday which was March 29th, I think. It was real good, but they cut out a lot of stuff. It was awesome, though. So creative! Who knew vampires could be so interesting? We owe it to Stephenie to open up a world where vampires sparkle and…wait, sparkle? I wouldn’t have thought of that in a million years. Vampires sparkling…So cool, yet ridiculous. So ridiculous that you might be tempted to shower yourself with glitter and run around outside, screaming, “YAYYYY!!!! Watch me sparkle!” But you know what would be even more ridiculous? If I was in it. Yep, it might sound cliché, but I’ll be soooo random. Let’s take the moment when Bella finds out that Edward is a vampire.

Edward: What do we eat?
Wolflover_tomato: Cheeseburgers!
Edward and Bella: WTF?

Especially, when he sparkles.

Bella: You’re beautiful.
Wolflover_tomato: He’s like your own personal disco ball. *does the hustle*

So, that’s my little tidbit of randomness! I’ll be posting again soon. Peace out, my African-American, Japanese, Vietnamese, Italian, white, Native-American, Hispanic, French, Indian peoples!
　
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LATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAYONARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

writer's block!

What’s wrong with my creativity these days? I can’t write a single thing- not even fan fiction! Now you know that’s bad. My imagination is drawing blanks and this venting is not helping me at all. It might thirty minutes later but I would rather go without that kind of suffering. I find it strange that I’m patient for everything else except my own writings. I would be stuck at a certain part then think of the possibilities. How is there a chapter five before a chapter one? I have problems, my friends. I need to stop doing that. It’s just I don’t really know how things are laid out in my story. When I do lay it out, it’s not even halfway done because I am anxious to start the story. What plans do I have right now? Let me tell you something about writer’s block: it freakin’ SUCKS! I’m kinda depressed about Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series. It has it all: the romance, the vampires, the werewolves, half-vampire babies. Oh, Stephenie! Why can’t your magic rub off on lil’ ol’ me!? *Sigh* I mean you gotta give her some congrats! Who else thinks of vampires having the following characteristics: sparkling instead of burning in the sun? Having skin as hard as concrete? Venom that burns as it goes through your system? Sucking animal blood? Having special abilities? Also, the concept of werewolves running a temperature one-oh-eight, having a mind-link with fellow pack members, being able to imprint- a weird, stronger version of love at first sight? My story was gonna be about a girl and her problems with going to a mythical creatures school. Not very attractive, right? The most popular supernatural creatures have been taken. All I have to do is do the best I can with the ones that are left.
CRAP CAKES! What is left!?