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Pleasantview, New Zealand

Part One: Flashbacks come and they go
John Burb
I bent down with the watering can in my hand, watering the last organic plant in my garden. I put the can down, my arm aching in pain. My feet took a few steps back, bending down, and my head looked up at the sky. The night was beautiful and the moon was full. My OCD was forbidding me from concentrating on anything else. The sky looked just like the sky back in my old life. I remember meeting Jennifer and getting married to her. She had been with me for eight years now. I flashed back to the day I met her. Sitting in the park with nothing to do, she appeared in front of me with a smile on her face.
She asked, “May I sit down?” I remember staring at her in disbelief. I had no idea why someone like her would want to talk to someone like me.  I nodded, and she sat down. We ended up chatting the whole day. Jennifer gave me her phone number when she had to leave.  We ended up dating, and after three and a half years, I proposed to her.
I got up from my knees and walked inside. The steam from the kitchen was blazing, but still a relief from the cold night air. Jennifer was in the kitchen with her body in front of the stove. She turned her head as soon as I opened the door and sprinted over to me, untimely. Her body halted in front of me as she held up a pregnancy test with a little pink plus sign on it.

Part Two: The Twin from Heaven and the Twin from Hell
Lilith Pleasant
I stomped into my dark, depressing bedroom. Angela and I had gotten in another fight. She had accused me of having s3x with my boyfriend Dirk. I’m still a virgin! Angela’s the slutty one. The amount of birth control pills that were in here bedroom were too many to count. I stepped over to my charcoal colored bed and sat down.
I stared at my feet and whispered, “I hate you Angela! I hate you Angela! I hate you Angela!” over and over again. I glanced at my wall with a Slash poster on it. “Oh slash; please tell me what to do.” I collapsed on the bed and closed my eyes, and eventually, drifted into a long, dreamful sleep.
-~><~-
Angela Pleasant
I stumbled into my bedroom, closed my door, and stepped over to my bed. Lilith and I just had a fight. We had fights almost every week. She was calling me a slut, just because Dustin and I have s3x every Saturday night. I sighed and hugged my pillow. Lilith despises me and always will. I looked up at my ceiling, seeing my bright, girly fan.
I took another deep breathe and reached over to my end table and grabbed my bottle of red wine. I know I’m only sixteen, but Dustin convinced me to drink alcohol. I opened the bottle, got out a glass, and some wine into it. Taking a sip, I stepped over to my computer and turned it on. I logged into my instant messenger and saw that Dustin was online. Taking another sip, I messaged him.
SexyGirl119: hey babe, wanna hook up 2nite?
Dustball000: sure, but where?
SexyGirl119: im not quite sure, how about a club downtown?
Dustball000: sounds great, but i have to wait for my mom 2 go 2 sleep…
SexyGirl119: when does she usually go 2 sleep?
Dustball000: around 10
SexyGirl119: ok its 8:30 right now….so pick me up right when she goes asleep…
Dustball000: sure babe, what club do you wanna go 2?
SexyGirl119: idk, maybe the new 1?
Dustball000: the tech-no 1?
SexyGirl119: yeah…the 1 with the motel next 2 it…
Dustball000: r u thinking what im thinking?
SexyGirl119: yep 
Dustball000: wait…what do your parents think ur doing?
SexyGirl119: sleeping over ur house
Dustball000: good…as long as they don’t know that we’re gonna hit it hard 2nite…
SexyGirl119: hehe…they think im the good girl…
Dustball000: lol ur a BAD girl angela
SexyGirl119: haha I no
Dustball000: oh crap…looks like my mom went to sleep early
SexyGirl119: cool…wanna pick me up now?
Dustball000: sure...see you in a few minutes! 
SexyGirl119: bye!

Part 3: Teen Relationships Aren’t Serious
Brandi Broke
I flipped thorough my fashion magazine and finally was satisfied on page 34, showing an article about Paris Hilton. My hand rubbed on my back, swelling in soreness. I placed my hand back on the top of the bed. It sunk into the floral silk and relaxed in ease. I crossed my legs and put the magazine down. Something wasn’t right. I started to take notice of fighting from the living room of the small trailer that sat far away from town. It sounded like my son, Dustin, arguing with someone again. Dustin was in consistent arguments whether it would be with Angela, Skip, or even his baby brother Beau.
I stared at the door of my bedroom and wondered if my pregnant self should have to get up and amble across the room. I decided it was worth it and got up from my bed, waddling to the door. My body drenched in pain, my legs started to wobble. I finally made it to the door, out of breath. Opening the door, I saw Dustin and Angela in each others faces.
“Where we’re you last night?!” hollered Dustin sonorously. He tapped his foot on the grey carpet in impatience.
“I’m sorry! My mom was awake until midnight! I had no chance of sneaking out!”
“Well you could have told me!”
“She made me go to sleep at nine! She said I needed sleep for the college prep exams today! She even watched me go to sleep!”
“Shut up Angela! You’re full of lying!”
“I’m not lying!”
“I don’t believe you!”
“Fine! Don’t believe me than! But I one thing to tell you! We’re breaking up!”
“That’s right! Get out of here now or I’ll break your neck!”
Angela starred at Dustin for a second, than stormed out of the house in rage. Dustin glanced at the door for another second, than turned his head to me. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” He apologized and stomped into his bedroom. I gleamed around the room in confusion and went back in my bedroom. I managed to waddled back on my bed and looked at my watch. Seven PM. Skip should have been home an hour ago.  

Part 4: Phony Love
Cassandra Goth
I sat at my table at Olive Garden alone again. Don was late for about the fifth time. He always planned a dinner date for the two of us an hour before the actual date. He would call me, and say “Hey baby, want to get some dinner tonight?” I’d not even have time to say anything and he’d answer for me. He never respected me, always wanted to have s3x, but I always refused. My dad had taught me not to have s3x before marriage.
He had begged, on his knees, for me to sleep for him. I never gave in. After about the tenth time he’d ask me, he’d say, “Oh my god Cass! You’re so selfish and self centered! Get a life!” and storm off. The next day though, he’d come begging for more. It was a never ending cycle that he had trapped me in and I couldn’t get out. That’s why I want to break up with him tonight.
I had heard rumors that Don’s a womanizer, but I never believed them. I thought he was so lovable and charming. My best friend Mary-Sue Pleasant told me that he went around, being phony with girls and trying to get in their pants. She even told me that he had asked a girl to give him a blowjob on camera. I thought Mary-Sue was dishonest and got in her face yelling, “You’re such a liar! Don’t talk to me ever again!” We haven’t met eye to eye in over a month. Just this week though, I suspected Don to be cheating on me. He was always late for any kind of date and was nervous every time I tried to converse him about where he just was.
My pre-occupied thoughts were interrupted when Don came up to me, went down on one knee and asked, “Will you marry me?”

Part 5: Gold Digger
Dina Caliente
People say that love is true in the soul, but for me, it’s for money, and a lot of it. My main ambition in life was to be wealthy. Though I despise working, I’ll work my ass off for the richest man in town to think I was in true love. I had been successful once, but he died a long, painful death. At his funeral, I didn’t cry because he passed away, I cried because I was broke again. After he died, social services came to my house and took most of the cash that I had gained from my work. Now a year later, I’m ready to face another man, Mortimer Goth, Cassandra Goth’s father. He’s the wealthiest man in Pleasantview, having over 600,000 dollars in the bank.
I collapsed on the lawn chair at the roof of my condo. Don sat on the floor next to me. He stared at me and said, “Dina, you’re marrying the old dude and I’m marring the dorky daughter, how are we going to have time for each other.” He rested his hand on the sun-bathing chair and tickled my thighs. I glanced at him, and grinned.
“Remember our plan Don? The old hag doesn’t have much time left to live and Cassandra works all day. Don’t worry; we can get dirty during the day.” Don sighed.
“You forgot one thing. I work during the day too. She gets home only an hour after me. Dina, an hour isn’t enough.” I took off my sun glasses and gazed at him.
“Sweetie, the family is loaded, I’m sure she’ll bring at least a few hundred thousand dollars. That way, neither of you will have to work. Just say that you’re out shopping and come here.” I caressed his cheek and pressed my lips against his. He quickly backed off as soon as my twin sister, Nina, came up the steps.
“Eh…Um…Sorry…I have to go….See you later.” He swiftly sprinted down the stairs and out of the house. Nina gleamed at him, her mouth dropped to see Don flying down the street and out of her site.
She looked back at me and asked, “What was that about?” She came over to me and sat down.
“Oh, nothing.” I said as I got back up and gradually paced down the steps.

Part 6: All good things come to an end
Dirk Dreamer
Dear Diary,
     My life is going well. Lilith and I have been serious with our relationship. I've making straight A's in school and all of my friends are great; though sometimes I feel lonely without Lilith. When she's not here I feel the strike of depression through my bones. When she's with me, I'm literally the most joyful person in history.
     Ok, well my life isn't PERFECT. Dustin and I get in uncontrollable fights at school and I get depressed afterwards. Lilith’s sister, Angela, is going out with her. Now I despise going over Lilith's house or another argument will happen. I don't want another one. All I want is peace in my life and to get along with him, but alas, this will never happen in the near future, possibly not in the far future.
     Last night, I told Lilith that I love her and she said that she loves me. She kissed me afterwards, and I felt the sorrow in my life lift and ridden in my life. Now that we're in love, nothing will get in the way of it. I hope nothing will happen to her or I don't know what I'll do to myself.
Dirk Dreamer      Just as I finished writing, my dad knocked on my door and I yelled, "Come in." He came in my room with devastation on his face.
     He sat next to me and said, "I don't know how to say this, but your girlfriend Lilith, something happened to her."
     I stared at him for a few seconds and replied, "What happened to her?"
     "Dirk...she's been murdered..."

Phase Two: Springfield, Pennsylvania

Part One: The First Timer’s Dare

Luke Fallen

September 4th, 2008

   Before today, I would have never guessed that my first romance would have been with a guy, and both of us only being thirteen. Though all my life I had been attracted to guys and only guys, I figured that a girl would or sooner of later force herself on me. Although it’s not a surprise, I never expected for something like this to happen. He had been trembling in my arms, but never let go. I knew one thing. He enjoyed it.   
             Anthony held his Pepsi can up in the air. “Too us!” he said to the group of people crowded around in the dirt. Everyone cheered and took a sip from their cans. We had been celebrating the first day of school. Every year, the same celebration was repeated. I stared at my can, reading the nutrition facts. Ok, thirty grams of sugar, so if I drink half of it, I’ll be ok, I thought menacingly.
   Anthony stared at me, and said, “Why the hell do you always count your calories or whatever? It’s kind of weird.” I glanced up at him, but spoke nothing about it. Nobody on earth knew about my obsession about the way my body looks. Though my mom was beginning to have suspicions, although she even didn't know how far it went. She thought that I was just a light eater, as I consistently ate on my own, and made my own meals. The last time that I had eaten with my family had been years ago. 
   Everyone put their sodas down and Anthony clapped his hands together. “Now its time to play dare double dare. Who wants to go first?” A few people put their hands up. He looked around, with a grin on his face, and finally pointed towards Heath. “Heath, dare or double dare?”
   Heath let out a little chuckle and replied, “Double dare, of course!” Anthony thought for a second, a devilish smile spread across his face. He pointed towards me.
   â€œI dare you to kiss Luke!” Heath’s jaw dropped as he turned his head to me. Everyone gasped then the whole crowd turned quiet. Kiss him! He’s a guy! I don’t like guys, or do I? I got up from my knees and slowly and dejectedly paced towards Heath. He got up also as we gradually walked away from the crowd. Behind us, I heard Anthony say "They're just walking out on the dare, a couple of losers."
   Not glancing back, Heath whispered, “We’re not doing this, are we?” I didn’t say anything. The only thing that was slightly close to an answer that he got was from the rustling my feet made as I stepped through the autumn leaves.



~-><-~
   We rested on the immense rock that sat far away from anyone else. I glanced nervously at him, then looked down. He gazed back at me; his blue eyes were gleaming in the sun. “You ready?” I asked as I inched closer.
   Hesitating, he answered, “Yes” I took a deep breath and sluggishly placed my lips on the top of his. I was shaking at first, but was relaxed for the next few minutes. 
   I backed off for a moment and quietly asked, “You want more?” He nodded and closed his eyes as I stuck my tongue in his mouth. 


Ten Minutes Later…
“Luke?”
“What?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”


Part Two: What is with him?

September 4th, 2008

   I walked home, thinking about what had just happened. Heath and I had been making out for a half an hour straight. Nobody had came looking for us. Turns out, they ditched us. We were finally forced to stop when his mom called him telling him to come home for dinner. He kissed me one more time and we both left. I followed him home. The whole time we were silent with nothing to say. Arriving at his house, I asked him, "Can I see you again?"
   He just gave me a quick “I don’t know” and stepped into his house. Now here I am, cold and alone again. If he didn’t want to be my boyfriend, then why did he kiss me in the first place? Was he ashamed or embarrassed of us? Or was he just confused about the whole situation in the first place? I knew that he enjoyed making out with me, but what was with him?
    My shoes scraped against the pavement in front of my house. I walked up my front steps, holding onto the railing. I fished for my keys in my front pocket and unlocked the front door. I slowly paced into the living room. My mom was in there, sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. She put it down and looked towards me. “Are you finished packing?” she asked.
   I nodded. She was talking about our vacation to New Zealand. Every year my mom and I had gone on a vacation. Last year, we went to Iceland. My dad was there with us though. The trip was just a month before he had been in a car crashed and died. My mom still cries in the middle of the night, but I try to ignore it because I can’t stand it when she cries. It’s not like I’m not sensitive or anything, whenever she cries, she’s so emotional that it makes me want to cry. I never cried in front of anyone. Not even my mom. I would scurry into my room, and let it all out.
   I deliberately marched up the stairs, hearing my mom say, "Remember, we have to go to the doctors in an hour, I think he can tell you how to get your appetite back."

Part Three: The failure in my life
September 4th, 2008
The truth was that I’m more than just a light eater. I have an obsession with what I consume every day. My mom was worried for me the last few months. She asked me numerous times, “Why can’t you just eat?” I really don’t have an answer to that. I’ve tried to eat hundreds of times, but each time, I failed. It’s like when people have the flu, they don’t know why they can’t eat. My whole life is like I have the flu.
Straggling into my bedroom, I collapsed onto my bed. My thoughts went back to Heath. My mind was set back to the make out scene. He’s was in astonishing kisser. It must have been his first time though. His whole body was shaking like there’s no tomorrow. I sighed and got my cell phone out of my pocket. I needed to confront Heath and ask him what his problem was. Flipping open my phone, I dialed his number. “610-453-9403” One ring. Two rings. Three rings.
“Hello?”
“Heath, it’s me, Luke.” I waited for him to answer, but he didn’t say anything. My eyes glanced up at the ceiling. There was a tiny crack in the corner of the room. That crack had been there ever since my mom and I moved into this hell-hole of a house. The former owners had covered up the crack with floral wallpaper. When we moved in a year ago, we immediately ripped off the wall paper, and found the crack. My mom hasn’t gotten to fixing it yet. With her night job and her day job, she’s tired enough in between. I concentrated back on the *conversation*. Heath still was quiet. I took a long, hefty breath and said, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” Five solid seconds passed by.
“Because I’m really confused right now.”
“Confused about what?” I tapped my foot against my bedspread and took in a dreamful sigh.
“About what just happened.”
“When we kissed?”
“Yes. . .I’m confused about that whole event that went down.”
“What were you thinking when it happened?” A minuted went by with nobody speaking. Finally, he spoke up.
“I was thinking that I’m in love with you Luke.”

Part Four: A Diary Entry to My Love
September 4th, 2008
Dear Diary,
My life is falling apart. I just got back from the doctors. He said that I officially have anorexia. Now my mom has locked me in my room and said that if I don’t eat at least twice a day, I’m not going out. I’m in hell. I don’t know why I detest eating. Even though I’m going to despise following my mom’s rules, pursuing them will be the only key.
Heath told me that he thinks he’s in love with me. I’ve never been more confused in my life, and yet, I’ve never been so cheerful in my life. This feeling has never been felt by me before. I want to last as long as possible. My mind is spinning out of control. My legs are shaking out of control. My heart is beating out of control. I think that I really love him.
Now, with my other problem, I’m going to New Zealand in three days. I’m going to have to live with out the sight of my love, the feel of my love, and yes, the taste of my love. My brain can’t discontinue thinking about this one person, an angel, I keep imaging him as. I loath this, and at the same second, I adore this. Heath has to be in my presence as much as possible in the next three days. When I leave for my vacation, the only thing that I’ll be thinking about is him.
Luke Fallen I closed my diary while lying on my bed. Too many thoughts were in my mind. I slowly and gradually, fell asleep.

Part Five: I have a second personality. It’s called anorexia.
September 5th, 2008
Dear Diary,
I haven’t left my room today yet because I only ate once. I’m trying my best to fight the appalling beast that is called anorexia, but at the same time, anorexia is my friend in some sorts. Heath hasn’t left my brain. Writing last night, I mentioned that I love him. That hasn’t changed. It’ll never change. I love him so much. An angel in the sky is him. He’s coming down to visit me, but something is in the way, anorexia.
As I’m writing this, a plate of tofu and vegetables is next to me. So far, I took two bites. Eight bites to go. I’m in hell. The devil might as well swift me away from this earth. He can leave my eating disorder here though. But if he leaves my eating disorder here, it’s like he’s leaving a part of me behind. I don’t want that to happen. Now I’m going insane. I’m writing about the devil taking me away! That is not like me at all!
There he is in my mind again, Heath. If I don’t see him today, I think I’m going to cry my eyes out all night. He’s became part of me and when he’s not with me, half of me is taken away. I have to finish this food. Five bites to go. Every time food enters my mouth, immense fear sets in and I think that I’m going to gain weight. I already think that I’m fat. My mom says all of the time that I’m skinny as anything, but deep down inside, I feel that she’s lying. Two bites to go. I can make it through this if I push. One bite to go.
Luke Fallen
I took my last bite, and shoved my plate away from me. A piece of tofu bounced off the plate and jiggled onto my bed. Getting up, I took a step towards my door, but was surprised as I collapsed onto the floor. THUMP! My whole body was falling asleep. My eyes slowly blinked, and eventually, closed altogether.

I was fainting…

Part Six: Hospitalized Hearts
September 6th, 2008
Dear Diary,
I am losing strength while I am writing this in the hospital bed in room 121. I have been taken to the hospital because I have fainted, caused by my anorexia. This part of me, this part of my soul, has taken me to the hospital. This part of me has blocked my lover and has made my bloodily depressed. I can’t take this anymore; this evil twin inside me. 
When I get out of the hospital, I’m going to try my best to fight this immortal trench. If I don’t beat it once and for all, I don’t know what I am going to do with my life. This beast has eaten up too much of my life so far. I’m crying ever night because I can’t absorb this heart-stopping stress that has made me go spiraling downward.
My doctor told me that I’m getting out of the hospital tonight, the night before I leave for New Zealand. I will have no time to see Heath and explain to him what has happened to me. He probably thinks that I’m avoiding me because he told me that he thinks that he’s in love with me. I wish he knew right now my feelings for him. That would be better than any vacation to New Zealand.
Luke Fallen
            Just as I finished, a nurse came up to me and said, “Someone’s here to see you Luke.” I nodded and Heath slowly walked up to me with his hands behind his back.
He smiled at me and handed me a rose. “This is for you.” He whispered. I stared at the shining blood red thorn-less rose that was placed into my hands. Heath took an enormous breath in and said, “I’m sorry for what I said two days ago, I was over my head.” He gazed down at me placed his hand onto the bed.
I took in a sigh and climbed up to him and kissed him. “I forgive you.” I whispered into his ear. Heath was all I wanted, and I have him now.

The end

Thank you all for reading!!!

That ... was pretty deep.  Wow.  Great stories, really :3  I was really touched.

Thank you very much!!!

That was great I really liked it.

Thanks!!! :3

Wow, its neat seeing it all in one piece! I also liked the ending ^_^