Teen Ink
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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK
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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB
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TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
She hit his back, screamign and kicking. "Let me down! I am fine!" She cried wearily.
He let her down. "You didn't seem too fine when you were screaming in pain." he said. He took out some gauze from his pocket and surveyed the plants in the area. They were in luck. He found soem aloe and he rubbed it on her wound to south it. He then wrapped the gauze tight around her wound to stop her blood.
She frowned and winced as he wrapped the wound. She laughed a little, a deep fire in her eyes. "We all have our moments of weakness." An impish grin curled at his lips. She cocked her head, nose falring. "Am I amsuing to you?"
"No, not really. You are just being kind of stupid. Trying to act tough and all." he said with a smirk. "So you coming?" he asked as he started walking to the city. "I have a few friends from the outside world that can give us a temporary form of housing" he said.
Bristol nearly laughed. "Why would I try to seem tough?" He marched on and she followed him stubbornly; cluthing her shoulder. He didn't answer her. "Ahmed..." she said again earnestly. She pulled at his arm. "Ahmed!" He turned around, his big form tall over hers. "Trying to be tough?"
"Yeah, trying. You just seem to look strong when you are really weak and alone" he said truthfully. "Just be yourself" he said. He shook his head. He turned around and kept walking to the city.
"Excuse me all big and tough! Look who is being the strong up-stuck one now!" SHe cried marching after him.
He turned his hed slightly to look at her as he moved on. "No, I aint tryign to be anything. I am trying to live and get out of that pit. Which I did, without your help. So if you'll excuse me..."
Ahmed brushed past her and she fought back teras of irritation and pain. "Fine! Leave! I don't need you!" He waved a hand in the air, still going.
Bristol dropped to the floor, a tear slipping doen her cheek as she quickly swatted it away. Glaring at her wound she suddenly felt queasy. She attempted to muffle a few whimpers but it didn't turn out so great. Ahmed stopped slightly, she didn't notice. Something wasn't right. The wound had stopped bleeding but she still felt light headed. Suddenly she knew. She absentmindedly whispered before collapsing, "Poison."
(Wait, why are you like half controlling my character?)
(Sorry, I come from another site too /Kidpub/ and apparently it is normal for something like that to hapen. * le shrug* Just start from my character screaming how she doesn't need him anyways.)
"I'm trying to survive. To get away from that he.llhole. If you don't want the help I'm offering you walk away and get out of my life" he said coldly. He walked away from her sorry butt.
She threw her good arm up in the air, releasinga tremendous sigh and watching him go. She took a painful step forward and pulled on further with silence. The silence could kill. So she lagged after him for what seemd like hours untill her feet screamed her arm felt like it had been torn off and then re-stitched back on. It was nearing morning by the time they arrived to his friend's house.
He knocked on the door and his friend opened. He nodded and he smiled. They hugged then he looked over at Bristol and raised a questioning brow. "She's with me" he said. The friend stepped aside and the two of them stepped in.
She grunted at their rude quirks and how they looked at her like she was raw meat. She stepped inside and nearly choked on the musty air. She supressed a cough, clenching her stomach and winced at the slightest movement of her shoulder. "Where are we?"she managed, standing up straight.
"It's his meat factory. His house is on the other side of the factory. Now be respectful, he's a big man" he whispered, nudging her in the side. He put a finger over his mouth to signal to be quiet. They let us into the house and we were let into a room that was ours. He sighed. "You can speak now, we're alone." he said.
"I'm getting tired of your hushing, Ahmed." she said closing the door behind her. She noticed all of them staring at her as if they told her to shutup and she uneasily waltzed to the corner by herself, clutching her arm.
"Relax, these are my cousins. Ziad, Mohammed, and Firoz." he said. They all waved and he hugged the three of them.
Bristol rolled her eyes. "Enough with the bro-mancing, kay?" She winced as she pulled her arm back. She lightly noticed that the bandage had bled thorugh and pulled her jacket closer to her. she didn't need Ahmed to be playing doctor for her again. She was going to fo it herself.
He glared at her, menacingly. He stretched and sat down next to her. "Just shut up." he said, irritatedly. His cousins left them so they were alone. They had just come to meet them.
She supressed a gasp of pain as she pulled her self up into a sit. Knitting her eyebrows together, she felt a cold sweat ride down her back. "Or what? I could scream, and then what are you going to do? Kill me? Not a good way to start fresh." She eyed him, not moving from her feirce gaze.
"Get out." he said, pointing to the door. "I tried to be nice to you but all you do is show me disrespect. Go and survive on your own. See how long you last. You've never been on the outside world. You wouldn't last a f.ucking 10 seconds" he said in a low growl.
