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Post by Firefly on May 27, 2011 11:09:35 GMT -5
This is where I will post my re-writes of "The Twisted Way." I will be posting up chapters soon! Edit: I'm changing it all up now. Don't worry, the same stuff is gonna be there. It's just not going to look anything like the old version lol. The first post will give you more background on the main character. ^_^
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Post by Firefly on May 27, 2011 11:37:15 GMT -5
CHAPTER 1
August 12
A new home, and soon, a new school. Even a new journal, since I want to preserve the...past-ness, I guess, of the other journals. They contain things about a life I will never be able to live again, and people who I will probably never cross paths with again. I miss them all so much, but I won't let myself just sit here and mope like I did this whole summer.
I arrived at this organization called the SSC (actually, now, it's called FLAG but SSC sounds cooler in my opinion) sometime in June. I don't really care to figure out what day it was. It doesn't really matter, does it?
Anyway, I am here because this is where my father and older brother live and work. You wanna try and guess what they do? You never will. It's totally awesome!
Well, since you never will guess, they work with a couple of talking cars. Well, they're a bit more than just talking cars. I don't know all the science-y stuff about it, but they have something called Artificial Intelligence (AI). They are like robot people...except that they live in cars. One is some old, black car. A Trans Am, I think it was. The other one is a Shelby Mustang. It's black also.
The older one's full name is Knight Industries Two Thousand, and I call him 2T. The others call him KITT, but you will see how that's a problem...
The younger one's full name is Knight Industries Three Thousand, so his short name would also be KITT. That's why I like using the names 2T and 3T. Less confusing in my opinion. The others say that they've been calling them that for so long, though, that it's just easier to continue calling them KITT. As long as each KITT knows who they're talking to, I guess it works.
Now, about my new family...it feels like we're night and day. Yin and Yang. My brother is so serious now...and my dad is just so standoffish. Perfectly fine with me. I don't care that he was working for FLAG/the SSC the whole time I was alive. He wasn't around for me, and I don't really feel like he's my father at all. That's just how it is, I guess.
For the non-biological family, it's not so hard. Billy and Zoe are super fun, although it's been just recently that I actually did anything worthwhile. Besides mope around and be angry at the world, I mean. Sarah...well, she's not bad, but she's another serious person. Business people are so serious...and she is DEFINITELY a business person. She runs the whole sheh-bang. And she like, what, only twenty something?
I never got to meet her father. He was killed in a plane accident or something. There are plenty of pictures around here of him...and another old guy. Wilton Knight. Wilton started this whole thing, and that's why my father took his last name. It had something to do with having to have a different identity because Dad's old one was legally dead or something. I wasn't really paying attention.
To be technical, my last name should be 'Long,' but my new name is Erika Mae Knight. Woo hoo. Go me.
All in all, I am OK with this place. I definitely won't be hungry or cold ever again. When Mike, my older brother and only sibling, went missing, the only one bring in any money was Mom. Sometimes we didn't get food or heat just so we could keep the house. We struggled though it together though. I still can't believe she's really gone.
I guess Mike and 3T are gonna be taking me to get school supplies now. Whoopie doo. I just hope I can make some good friends. I have a feeling I won't be able to be completely honest with anyone anymore though. This is gonna be one interesting school year. I can tell already.
With love and a bit of hope,
Erika Mae
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Post by Firefly on May 27, 2011 12:55:27 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2
Mike pulled his KITT up to the curb to let Erika off at the school for her first day there. It was a two story, red brick building with Rayfield High in huge block letters over the entrance. There was a path about 30 feet long with a couple metal benches on either side which led up to a short ramp. The doors could be opened manually or by pressing the button on the left side of the doorway, which was meant for handicapped students and faculty. A faculty member was supposed to stand outside the doorway every day to watch the parking lot and the school property in general. Junior and senior high school students could get quite rambunctious.
Erika waved with a smile before turning around and heading into the school building. The first floor contained a few classrooms, a gym, and a 'commons' area used for eating lunch and for gathering in the morning. The second floor was where most of the classrooms were, and it also had the counselor's, the principal's, and the superintendent's offices. Erika hoped she never had to go to any one of those offices. 'All three of them seem pretty scary-looking, if you ask me,' she thought.
She pushed the door open and searched for some place to sit. It was pretty easy to tell by looking at the people what the cliques were. It appeared that junior high and senior high didn't mingle very much, and each had their popular groups and their nerds and their...well...idiots. There were no seats left at all, but there was an empty bench next to the bathrooms, so she sat there.
It seemed like Erika's bag weighed a ton with all the notebooks and stuff she had in there. She was happy to set it down on the bench next to her. Sighing, she slouched in the seat and prepared herself to wait twenty minutes for the bell to ring. The girl was already bored to death, so she pulled out her schedule and studied. She was a freshman, so many of her classes were required. The only thing she got to choose was what arts class and what elective she would take. She chose “Art 1” and “Creative Writing.” She half-wondered why they did not count the writing class as an arts credit since, technically, writing was an art.
Erika was pondering this when a really skinny girl walked over and sat down beside her. “Hi,” the girl said. “What's your name?”
“Erika. What's yours?” she asked. Erika tried to figure out what grade level this girl was, but she never was good at guessing at ages. It was hard to believe, but this girl was tinier than her!
“Rachel. Are you a freshman?” The girl was wearing red skinny jeans, a white shirt with a beautiful red rose on the front, and zebra-striped converse. Just from her clothes, Erika could tell she might really like this girl.
“Yeah. I thought I was gonna be the smallest,” Erika admitted.
Rachel giggled. “Nope, gotcha beat there! I'm a freshman too.” Rachel pulled a folded, white piece of paper out of her slouchy-looking purse. “Wanna compare schedules?”
“Sure! Wow, making friends is easier than it sounds in books,” Erika commented.
“Do you read a lot?” the brightly-clothed girl inquired.
Erika laughed. “That's an understatement! I'm such a nerd sometimes...but I don't know how much one would guess by my appearance. I'm one of those people that just don't make sense at all!” She picked up her schedule paper and started naming things off.
The two girls figured out that they had five classes together. “I guess that means this is a really lucky friendship, because five is my lucky-slash-favorite number!” Rachel exclaimed.
“That's definitely awesome,” Erika said, nodding her head. She thought, 'I think I'm gonna like it here. Everything seems nearly perfect already!' Too bad it was only the beginning of the day. All of the comfortable happiness she had just found was about go up in smoke yet again.
Note: This has been two posts in one day (because I couldn't help myself), and I know I'm totally redoing it yet again, but I don't think the way I redid it the first time was quite the way I wanted it. It just killed all the fun of the first major event she had at FLAG (not that it was fun for her, but you all know what I mean, I hope). I hope you two like it (because I know that only two people are going to read this, if those said two actually do). I may not post for a few days or I may post another one tomorrow. It just depends lol.
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Post by elphie on May 27, 2011 15:14:13 GMT -5
Cool! Love the name.
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Post by Firefly on May 27, 2011 16:01:58 GMT -5
Thanks ^_^ I love it too! I was gonna use it for another story, but I have plenty of name ideas, so I have nothing to worry about hehe! Also, I'm pretty much changing everything now. Not even her friends are gonna stay the same.
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Post by elphie on May 27, 2011 18:01:08 GMT -5
Alternate reality? lol
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Post by Firefly on May 28, 2011 14:22:51 GMT -5
Hm?
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Post by Firefly on May 31, 2011 13:44:37 GMT -5
CHAPTER 3
August 19
I don't even know why I write stuff in these dumb journals since it just seems like I am just explaining why my life is so very weird and wrong, but I don't really have anything better to do right now.
I had to walk home from school today, because nobody came to pick me up like the original plan was. I was fuming as I was walking home, thinking 'I know it's the first day, but one would think you would remember your own sister!' It was only when I got home that I found out that Mike and 3T had left on a mission.
I walked in to find Dad pacing around, and I had no idea at that point, but I figure now that it was him waiting for word from Mike.
“Hello, Erika,” 2T said through the earwig. I jumped; I'm not really used to those things yet. I don't even know why I need them, since I don't have any particular car I'm paired with. Not that I can drive anyway.
“Oh, uh, hi,” I replied, feeling kinda dumb talking to empty space.
Dad heard me talking and turned around. “Oh, crap. I forgot to pick you up. Sorry.” At that, he just started to head downstairs, probably to 2T.
I was curious about where Mike was and why Dad was attempting wear a hole in the floor. I followed him like the good puppy dog I am (that was joke. Ha...ha...) but he just kept walking. “Hey, uh, where's Mike?”
“Mission. We've tracked down the original KARR. Not that newer hunk of junk. Mike and KITT are trying to destroy him, or at least immobilize him so we can manually shut him down. Maybe dismantle him while we're at it.” It was obvious Dad had some past with this creature I had never heard of. I knew about the other one, since Mike kept trying to talk to me while I was being a mope-ish little blob. From that, I guessed it probably was similar to 2T, and maybe even more powerful since this KARR had escaped capture and been on-the-run for however long.
“So why aren't you there with him?!” I questioned him, half-ticked that the only person I knew here was risking his life when there was another car and driver to help him out!
“I had to pick you up from school!” my father exclaimed. It's obvious now that the stress of it was really getting to him. He hasn't really been here for very much longer than I have, just a month more or so, but I think he's bonded more with Mike than I have. Mike's so different than in my little kid days so it's hard for me to “bond” with him at all. Anyway, to continue the lovely little story...
“I see how well that turned out!” I screamed at him. He just got in his KITT and left without another word. I ran up to my room and slammed the door. Sometimes I have a temper for no reason...sometimes I have a reason...I really wish I could figure out at the time which one it is so I won't do something I might regret later.
I don't know where the others were during all of this. Probably just sticking to their own space and trying not to be noticed. After maybe an hour, I heard someone else walking up the stairs from FLAG. Sarah knocked on my door, and said softly, “Erika, can I come in?”
“Yeah,” I replied. I didn't know what she wanted at all, but it didn't sound like she was about to burst into tears, so I was hoping for good news or maybe something as dumb as 'Hey, want a sandwich?'
She opened the door and walked in. There are still a bunch of boxes everywhere, but most of them are only half full now. “Hey, I just wanted to tell you that Billy and I are going to check up on the guys. They haven't responded for quite a while. I would like you to stay with Zoe so you can help her if she needs it and we can reach you both at once.”
Nodding, I replied,“OK, yeah.” I didn't really have a lot to say. I was just worried for my brother...and I may not have admitted it to myself then, but I worried for my father too.
So, this is where I am at now. Zoe is sitting next to me, and I'm sitting in Billy's place. As far as I know, she hasn't been looking at what I've been writing, but I wouldn't really care anyway. It's not like I'm writing about gushy love junk or anything. We are both waiting for news, and we both have someone in mind to be especially worried about. But mostly we worried for the whole rest of our team...our little family. I finally have everything I could ever want, and it's all going horribly wrong.
Erika Mae
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Post by karr09 on Jun 1, 2011 3:48:20 GMT -5
I hope this KARR is still turned into a defender like in your other story. I like that he has been on the run for so long and dont want to see him destroyed, such a machine has a good fight in him.
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Post by Firefly on Jun 1, 2011 13:53:38 GMT -5
Oh, don't worry. He'll be a very important character later on in the story. ^_^ He's definitely still gonna be her protector.
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Post by elphie on Jun 1, 2011 19:53:45 GMT -5
If I'm predicting right, he's turning into a take-no-prisoners Optimus Prime.
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Post by Firefly on Jun 1, 2011 20:58:07 GMT -5
I don't know. I'm not there yet.
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