Prologue:
When I Was Thirteen
“Chase!” Carrie Flinn yelled over the roar of music. A boy who looked uncannily like her— black hair, hazel eyes and a thin nose dusted with freckles— turned around.
“What?” he yelled back. “I'm trying to listen to the concert!” Carrie rolled her eyes and leaned her arms against the cool metal bar of the small balcony. She was with her brother, Chase, at a Metallic Lights concert, the band Chase loved and Carrie detested. They had quite amazing seats on a little metal balcony that hung just above the stage, so that anybody on stage could just reach up and oscilación himself o herself over.
“Why am I here?” Carrie groaned. Thankfully Chase was too busy cheering and taking pictures with his iPhone of the lead singer, J.P McCarthy, to notice. Carrie glanced down at Chase's idol.
There's nothing special about him, Carrie thought. Other than being special in the head.
J.P had messy black hair that fell below his ears, he was wearing robes of metallic blue— the main outfit of Metallic Lights— and was clutching a blood red guitarra and shouting into the microphone. Between choruses he would bend down toward the people beside the stage, which were mostly girls screaming shrilly, and high-five each of them in turn. Carrie suddenly grimaced when she and J.P made eye contact. She was the only one in the whole stadium who looked unhappy to be there. J.P suddenly smiled at her. It was a charming, simple smile that said, “I've got one hell of an ego.” The lead singer of Metallic Lights grabbed the topmost bars and swung himself onto the edge of the balcony. Thousands of people kept screaming for J.P, even as he advanced on Carrie, still wearing that irritatingly calm smile. He was so close to Carrie she was able to see that one of his eyes was green and the other was blue.
“Why do tu look sad, girl?” he dicho sweetly. “Would tu feel better if I kissed you?” Carrie opened her mouth to tell him to go harass somebody else, but J.P used that to his advantage. He grabbed the side of her face and covered her mouth with his. Some girls screamed with jealousy, others were gasping. Carrie angrily elbowed J.P in the ribs. He backed off, blinking at her confusedly.
“Don't touch me, tu ass,” she snarled, pushing him away from her. J.P fell off the side of the balcony, but he flipped over with grace and elegance and landed like a cat back onto the stage. He glanced up at Carrie again, only to have her give him a look of pure loathing and quite a rude hand gesture.
“Let's go Chase,” Carrie snapped, pulling her brother through the throng of people. Lots of them kept trying to take Carrie and Chase’s pictures with their phones, no doubt itching to post the news that J.P McCarthy had kissed somebody who wanted nothing to do with him on some website like Twitter o Facebook.
“Hey, wait!” Chase cried as he was tugged away. “I PAID A LOT OF MONEY FOR THESE SEATS!”
That was two years ago.
Scene 1
It’s You, Isn’t It?
“Coming up next, a new drama series,” the announcer was saying on the television. “Chase Flinn, starring in Blackened Moon.” Carrie cheered. Her entire family was surrounding her, including her blushing brother Chase.
“So, what’s the first thing you’re gonna do with all the cash tu make?” Carrie grinned. Chase playfully thrust his arm around her shoulder and laughed, “I’ll buy tu a brain straight away, no need to worry.” Carrie slugged him in the arm and shot at him, “And who’s character do tu play, exactly? It’s either a gay guy, a woman o someone in a mental institution.”
“Well, mental institutions aside, thanks for the party guys,” Chase dicho happily, allowing Carrie to rumple his black hair playfully. “I can’t wait for tu guys to meet my partner.”
“Ooh, when do we get to meet him?” asked Fiona Flinn, Chase and Carrie’s mother.
“Is he civilized?” Mort — their father — demanded to know while munching on a piece of the celebratory cake that Carrie had made.
“Not at all, if he’s Chase’s partner,” Carrie giggled. Chase made a face at her and dicho calmly and coolly, “He’s perfectly ordinary… when he’s not onstage,” Chase added, so that only Carrie could hear him. “And we’re going to meet him tomorrow morning when we mover into our new house.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to live in a mansion!” Carrie sighed, squeezing her brother’s arm in a dreamy fashion. “All because Chase is gay on television.”
“Stuff it o I’ll leave tu behind,” Chase dicho irritably, taking a gob of icing from the cake and smearing it on her nose. While Carrie let out a mew of protest and reached for a napkin she glanced at the television. The storyline of Blackened Moon portrayed the bonding of a young boy called Zack in a normal high school and a girl named Moon who was being mercilessly abused por her parents. During the show, Carrie and Chase had a fight over the popcorn, resulting in a thousand kernels being thrown all over the place.
“My bra is all buttery now,” Carrie dicho irritably, fishing another palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz kernel from inside her camisa, camiseta when the mostrar ended.
“And now, the los más destacados mostrar of the year, Falls,” the announcer said.
“Top rated show?” Carrie repeated. Chase grinned.
“Yeah, it’s got my partner in it!” he dicho happily. “He’s also in Blackened Moon, but he only first shows up in the fourth episode.” Carrie’s eyes immediately widened when she saw who the estrella of Falls was. J.P McCarthy’s irritating, egotistical face was splashed on the screen as the character Light, who was a student at an everyday high school who was in amor with his sister, Midnight.
“Turn it off!” Carrie demanded, burying her face in her almohada so she wouldn’t have to see the TV screen.
“Why?” Chase asked curiously, but he shut the televisión off anyway. “So guys… tomorrow I was thinking I bring tu to the studio to check out some of the filming we’re doing.” Carrie took her mind off of J.P McCarthy and gasped.
“Really?” she asked excitedly. “Oh my gosh, I can’t wait!” Chase laughed at her.
“Yeah, and I’ll introduce tu to my partner!” he said, poking her shoulder. “Maybe tu two will like each other.”
“There’s a chance,” Carrie said.
Carrie was wrong.
The siguiente día Chase drove Mort, Fiona and Carrie to his studio in a long white stretch limousine.
“Welcome to the set of Blackened Moon,” Chase smiled, opening the door. Carrie beamed. She recognized the halls of the school that Zack, a.k.a Chase Flinn, and Moon McKay had all of their adventures. To her left was the actress who played Moon. She was chatting with the director, looking a great deal different than when she was on the set. Her makeup wasn’t on, making her look quite normal, her black hair was curly and her face was positively beaming. Carrie suppressed a laugh when Chase’s face went beet red because Moon had glanced at him.
“Hi, Victoria!” he said, waving. Moon, o Victoria, waved back and then continued her conversation. Carrie leaned over towards her brother.
“It’s a good thing tu play a role of a person who falls in amor with Moon,” she whispered.
“Why?” Chase whispered back confusedly. Carrie smirked and replied, “Because you’ll be able to use your little crush to your advantage.” He rolled his eyes.
“My partner’s in there,” dicho Chase, pointing to a door to Carrie’s right. “You can go meet him if tu want.” Carrie shrugged and began to walk toward the door. She tried to imagine what Chase’s partner might look like. Blond hair? Blue eyes? Would he be weird like the people on the calle who sell drugs? Carrie suddenly felt frightened as she approached the door. She turned around, deciding to meet Chase’s partner later. But the segundo she turned around the door swung open and somebody stepped out, wearing robes of metallic blue. Carrie froze as she heard his voice.
“… And I have to be at the studio por three,” he was telling his manager. “So I can’t accept any más offers…” His voice trailed off. Carrie dared to glance behind her to see if it really was him.
J.P McCarthy was staring at her with wide, un-matching eyes. Carrie immediately started power walking toward the elevator, panicking.
“J.P…” his managed called out, when J.P began following Carrie. She pressed the elevator button desperately. The doors stayed firmly shut. J.P tapped her on the shoulder and dicho quietly, “It’s you, isn’t it?” Carrie flinched when J.P laughed.
“I’m not going to bite you,” he said. Something inside Carrie snapped.
“That’s like saying I won’t kill tu if I get the chance,” she snarled. The elevator doors slid open and Carrie and J.P stepped inside.
“Where the hell do tu think you’re going?” Carrie shot at him, edging away.
“Down,” dicho J.P, pressing the down arrow. “You really don’t like me, do you?”
“That’s an understatement,” she replied coldly. The doors slid open just as J.P shoved a pair of large sunglasses on his face.
“HEY EVERYBODY, IT’S J.P MCCARTHY!” Carrie yelled. Then she darted out of the way as thousands of screaming girls nearly trampled J.P. He saw, over the throng of people and the thousand pieces of paper being thrust at him, Carrie smirking at him before she skipped over to his partner, Chase Flinn.
“Erm… why did tu just do that to J.P?” Chase asked her confusedly, when Carrie caught up with him.
“Because he’s a useless pest who deserves to get trampled to death por a bunch of blond girls who are all probably brain damaged,” Carrie dicho happily, tugging on his arm. “I wanna see tu film the siguiente episode of Blackened Moon now.”
“Alright,” Chase agreed.
It’s been years since stupid McCarthy pulled that stunt on me at his concert, Carrie thought bitterly. And yet everybody still remembers it. Carrie sighed and thought, I guess it’s true what they say; if something happens it’s there forever. Two years later, it’s still there.
When I Was Thirteen
“Chase!” Carrie Flinn yelled over the roar of music. A boy who looked uncannily like her— black hair, hazel eyes and a thin nose dusted with freckles— turned around.
“What?” he yelled back. “I'm trying to listen to the concert!” Carrie rolled her eyes and leaned her arms against the cool metal bar of the small balcony. She was with her brother, Chase, at a Metallic Lights concert, the band Chase loved and Carrie detested. They had quite amazing seats on a little metal balcony that hung just above the stage, so that anybody on stage could just reach up and oscilación himself o herself over.
“Why am I here?” Carrie groaned. Thankfully Chase was too busy cheering and taking pictures with his iPhone of the lead singer, J.P McCarthy, to notice. Carrie glanced down at Chase's idol.
There's nothing special about him, Carrie thought. Other than being special in the head.
J.P had messy black hair that fell below his ears, he was wearing robes of metallic blue— the main outfit of Metallic Lights— and was clutching a blood red guitarra and shouting into the microphone. Between choruses he would bend down toward the people beside the stage, which were mostly girls screaming shrilly, and high-five each of them in turn. Carrie suddenly grimaced when she and J.P made eye contact. She was the only one in the whole stadium who looked unhappy to be there. J.P suddenly smiled at her. It was a charming, simple smile that said, “I've got one hell of an ego.” The lead singer of Metallic Lights grabbed the topmost bars and swung himself onto the edge of the balcony. Thousands of people kept screaming for J.P, even as he advanced on Carrie, still wearing that irritatingly calm smile. He was so close to Carrie she was able to see that one of his eyes was green and the other was blue.
“Why do tu look sad, girl?” he dicho sweetly. “Would tu feel better if I kissed you?” Carrie opened her mouth to tell him to go harass somebody else, but J.P used that to his advantage. He grabbed the side of her face and covered her mouth with his. Some girls screamed with jealousy, others were gasping. Carrie angrily elbowed J.P in the ribs. He backed off, blinking at her confusedly.
“Don't touch me, tu ass,” she snarled, pushing him away from her. J.P fell off the side of the balcony, but he flipped over with grace and elegance and landed like a cat back onto the stage. He glanced up at Carrie again, only to have her give him a look of pure loathing and quite a rude hand gesture.
“Let's go Chase,” Carrie snapped, pulling her brother through the throng of people. Lots of them kept trying to take Carrie and Chase’s pictures with their phones, no doubt itching to post the news that J.P McCarthy had kissed somebody who wanted nothing to do with him on some website like Twitter o Facebook.
“Hey, wait!” Chase cried as he was tugged away. “I PAID A LOT OF MONEY FOR THESE SEATS!”
That was two years ago.
Scene 1
It’s You, Isn’t It?
“Coming up next, a new drama series,” the announcer was saying on the television. “Chase Flinn, starring in Blackened Moon.” Carrie cheered. Her entire family was surrounding her, including her blushing brother Chase.
“So, what’s the first thing you’re gonna do with all the cash tu make?” Carrie grinned. Chase playfully thrust his arm around her shoulder and laughed, “I’ll buy tu a brain straight away, no need to worry.” Carrie slugged him in the arm and shot at him, “And who’s character do tu play, exactly? It’s either a gay guy, a woman o someone in a mental institution.”
“Well, mental institutions aside, thanks for the party guys,” Chase dicho happily, allowing Carrie to rumple his black hair playfully. “I can’t wait for tu guys to meet my partner.”
“Ooh, when do we get to meet him?” asked Fiona Flinn, Chase and Carrie’s mother.
“Is he civilized?” Mort — their father — demanded to know while munching on a piece of the celebratory cake that Carrie had made.
“Not at all, if he’s Chase’s partner,” Carrie giggled. Chase made a face at her and dicho calmly and coolly, “He’s perfectly ordinary… when he’s not onstage,” Chase added, so that only Carrie could hear him. “And we’re going to meet him tomorrow morning when we mover into our new house.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to live in a mansion!” Carrie sighed, squeezing her brother’s arm in a dreamy fashion. “All because Chase is gay on television.”
“Stuff it o I’ll leave tu behind,” Chase dicho irritably, taking a gob of icing from the cake and smearing it on her nose. While Carrie let out a mew of protest and reached for a napkin she glanced at the television. The storyline of Blackened Moon portrayed the bonding of a young boy called Zack in a normal high school and a girl named Moon who was being mercilessly abused por her parents. During the show, Carrie and Chase had a fight over the popcorn, resulting in a thousand kernels being thrown all over the place.
“My bra is all buttery now,” Carrie dicho irritably, fishing another palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz kernel from inside her camisa, camiseta when the mostrar ended.
“And now, the los más destacados mostrar of the year, Falls,” the announcer said.
“Top rated show?” Carrie repeated. Chase grinned.
“Yeah, it’s got my partner in it!” he dicho happily. “He’s also in Blackened Moon, but he only first shows up in the fourth episode.” Carrie’s eyes immediately widened when she saw who the estrella of Falls was. J.P McCarthy’s irritating, egotistical face was splashed on the screen as the character Light, who was a student at an everyday high school who was in amor with his sister, Midnight.
“Turn it off!” Carrie demanded, burying her face in her almohada so she wouldn’t have to see the TV screen.
“Why?” Chase asked curiously, but he shut the televisión off anyway. “So guys… tomorrow I was thinking I bring tu to the studio to check out some of the filming we’re doing.” Carrie took her mind off of J.P McCarthy and gasped.
“Really?” she asked excitedly. “Oh my gosh, I can’t wait!” Chase laughed at her.
“Yeah, and I’ll introduce tu to my partner!” he said, poking her shoulder. “Maybe tu two will like each other.”
“There’s a chance,” Carrie said.
Carrie was wrong.
The siguiente día Chase drove Mort, Fiona and Carrie to his studio in a long white stretch limousine.
“Welcome to the set of Blackened Moon,” Chase smiled, opening the door. Carrie beamed. She recognized the halls of the school that Zack, a.k.a Chase Flinn, and Moon McKay had all of their adventures. To her left was the actress who played Moon. She was chatting with the director, looking a great deal different than when she was on the set. Her makeup wasn’t on, making her look quite normal, her black hair was curly and her face was positively beaming. Carrie suppressed a laugh when Chase’s face went beet red because Moon had glanced at him.
“Hi, Victoria!” he said, waving. Moon, o Victoria, waved back and then continued her conversation. Carrie leaned over towards her brother.
“It’s a good thing tu play a role of a person who falls in amor with Moon,” she whispered.
“Why?” Chase whispered back confusedly. Carrie smirked and replied, “Because you’ll be able to use your little crush to your advantage.” He rolled his eyes.
“My partner’s in there,” dicho Chase, pointing to a door to Carrie’s right. “You can go meet him if tu want.” Carrie shrugged and began to walk toward the door. She tried to imagine what Chase’s partner might look like. Blond hair? Blue eyes? Would he be weird like the people on the calle who sell drugs? Carrie suddenly felt frightened as she approached the door. She turned around, deciding to meet Chase’s partner later. But the segundo she turned around the door swung open and somebody stepped out, wearing robes of metallic blue. Carrie froze as she heard his voice.
“… And I have to be at the studio por three,” he was telling his manager. “So I can’t accept any más offers…” His voice trailed off. Carrie dared to glance behind her to see if it really was him.
J.P McCarthy was staring at her with wide, un-matching eyes. Carrie immediately started power walking toward the elevator, panicking.
“J.P…” his managed called out, when J.P began following Carrie. She pressed the elevator button desperately. The doors stayed firmly shut. J.P tapped her on the shoulder and dicho quietly, “It’s you, isn’t it?” Carrie flinched when J.P laughed.
“I’m not going to bite you,” he said. Something inside Carrie snapped.
“That’s like saying I won’t kill tu if I get the chance,” she snarled. The elevator doors slid open and Carrie and J.P stepped inside.
“Where the hell do tu think you’re going?” Carrie shot at him, edging away.
“Down,” dicho J.P, pressing the down arrow. “You really don’t like me, do you?”
“That’s an understatement,” she replied coldly. The doors slid open just as J.P shoved a pair of large sunglasses on his face.
“HEY EVERYBODY, IT’S J.P MCCARTHY!” Carrie yelled. Then she darted out of the way as thousands of screaming girls nearly trampled J.P. He saw, over the throng of people and the thousand pieces of paper being thrust at him, Carrie smirking at him before she skipped over to his partner, Chase Flinn.
“Erm… why did tu just do that to J.P?” Chase asked her confusedly, when Carrie caught up with him.
“Because he’s a useless pest who deserves to get trampled to death por a bunch of blond girls who are all probably brain damaged,” Carrie dicho happily, tugging on his arm. “I wanna see tu film the siguiente episode of Blackened Moon now.”
“Alright,” Chase agreed.
It’s been years since stupid McCarthy pulled that stunt on me at his concert, Carrie thought bitterly. And yet everybody still remembers it. Carrie sighed and thought, I guess it’s true what they say; if something happens it’s there forever. Two years later, it’s still there.
this is my first story that i made on here i'm still decideing if i want to make más of this book o not i am still decideing on a tittle name.please do not hesitate to criticize i need it.thank tu <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I Taylor Ann Smith was not happy.I was very mad.How dare them! i thought angrily to myself.how dare them decide who i marry!.this all happened when i came down for breakfast."Good morning mother,good morning farther."i dicho happily.Mother was cooking eggs and brindis, pan tostado while father was waiting."Hello darling"said Mother cheerfully as she sat a plate of eggs and brindis, pan tostado in front of me."good morning taylor" farther answered. his plate."what's happening today?"i asked still eating."well.. mom started looked unconfertable...we decided who tu were to marry"."What!" i cried almost chocking on my food.
Glance the other way
Rip your corazón out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
tu know nothing!
Yet tu pretend tu do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
tu told me once
I told tu twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
o remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left o right?
Up o down?
Wrong o right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Rip your corazón out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
tu know nothing!
Yet tu pretend tu do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
tu told me once
I told tu twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
o remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left o right?
Up o down?
Wrong o right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer