One day, in the sunny New York a gang called RKMNJ travelled to Los Angeles on an atempt to steal gold. When they got there they met an ally gang called CHSFY who knew where the gold was.
They were a gang of ten together.
CHSFY needed RKMNJ to fight the guards and get the gold while CHSFY steal motor bikes for the escape.
They planed out the robbery and then Rees took Kane,Hakeem,Michael and Nyeko in his Buggatti and Jordon took Callum,Shahin,Fabion and Yakub in his Zonda. Then they drove off to the heart of Los Angeles. When they arrived they saw an enourmous building and they entered the building with guns, grenades, flamethrowers, knives and american choppers. They rode up the stairs on the motor bikes then they came across five guards Rees thrusted his knive in the first guard then Kane shot three guards in the head rapidly. Then Jordon finished of the last guard with one mighty stab. Then they got to the top of the tower where the gold was storaged. They found the gold but saw a glass chamber around the precious and beautiful gold. Then CHSFY stole ten motor bikes and kept the engines running outside. Then RKMNJ smashed the glass chamber and grabbed the gold. Then they made the escape. When they were on the motor bikes they were doing a 120 mph then they came across a cliff. They hit the brakes but the brakes failed.
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The uncertainty of wanting to see him was coming to my head as I walked through my usual way to school. It’s the start of term and already he has left a long lasting impression that I cannot possibly clear from my mind. That summer was something drastic and allure, that I cannot possibly forget about it. Why had I done it? What even made me do it? Was that questions that was raised in my psychological brain. Not even I knew the answer to the postponed questions that I have raised after the incident took place. It all goes back a long way in my history to figure it out.
Everything has a happy ending to their wonderful fairytale, but I lived the fairytale but gave it all up to what I forced on doing and now living the life to the extent I didn’t wish it to be. Every second, every minute, every hour, I feel the pain of guilt that struck me hard that I couldn’t totally figure out what I was actually intending on doing. All I knew was that my life would end far before anyone knows who I am.
No one knows me by name, but always have a way of describing me, they call me “ The girl with the glasses”, they call me “ Four eyes”, they call me a
“Witch” and they call me “A freak”. Whatever they wanted to call me they could go ahead because I didn’t care anymore about anything or anyone. I could relate my story to a book, but it is far worse. Not only do I have to put up with everyone in school, but at home it isn’t a pleasure either. My mother, who exactly doesn’t even care what happens to me, always criticizing me in front of my enemies parents, always making me do work, not the typical household chores that people would do everyday but making me sort out her life, I mean I can’t even sort out my life let alone sort out hers. All this probably sound like a Cinderella story but it isn’t going to be that. The thing with me is that I am hopeless at everything. I don’t have fancy rich parents like everyone else in my school. Well, my dad went off with another woman and he took all the wealth that we had and now we are moneyless practically. We were very posh and I had everything that I wanted. As soon as he left us with another woman I had to live with my mother in a crap little house and had nothing but weird things that wanted me to commit suicide on the spot. Girls in school tease me because I am not like them, but I could’ve been. They think they are all perfect in this perfect little world. They are all wrong about everything. Even I am popular with the boys, but they don’t about me in a good way, they have their way of going about things and passing gossips about me. All except Darren, he was the quite one, but he is the popular guy in school and yet he didn’t say a word about me, how peculiar could that get. He always looks at me, but I don’t pay any attention incase he thinks that I am probably a desperate person who has no life whatsoever and wants to date guys and be a freak of nature. I mean I sort of like him, but every time I have that intention, something tells me I am getting myself involved in something that would regret later on, I am not a psychic or anything but every time he is near me I feel weird and have this instinct that tells me he isn’t what he seems. All the girls fancy him and he has a record for dating practically all the girls in my year except me. Its not that I am feeling jealous or anything I mean why should I be. He could date whom he wishes to. I am weird anyway and he probably doesn’t even like me.
Love isn’t a strong point in my life, as I have never loved anyone. I have learned that the people you try to care a lot about let you down and whatever affection you try to give them love doesn’t appear to come in any form. I want the feeling of love to occur in my life, but the thoughts of my past history coincides with everything that is happening right now that I can’t make the presumption that everything in life would be perfect and that soon a prince charming would come and whisk me away to never land where we live forever.
My character no one can understand it better than I can. People think I am a psycho let out of mental hospital but I am not. All I can say is that life is made for living the life, but I haven’t got anything in my life to live for. Everything happens to me. As a child I have had a history of creating chaotic atmosphere wherever people maybe. That’s probably why my father left me and mother. Also my natural state is that I am always depressed, with everything with life and school etc. I never had the time of life after my father left us; all I would do is lock myself in my room and cry. Cry about everything that is going on. Sometimes I wish that I could just curl up and die. I cry till my eyes are red, so red that it looks like as if I am drunk. I just want life to be sort fun and filled with enjoyment.
I have dreams a lot. Sometimes good and sometimes bad, but I think it’s a premonition that something good or bad will happen to me. It has in the past happened and now I am even more worried in case if I am possessed or not. Short while ago, school days were good, until I got suspended for stabbing a girl in the girl’s toilet, in which I had a dream. The thing is I never stabbed anyone and it freaked me out when I got told the news. I knew no knew about me, in fact I knew exactly who stabbed the girl but I was good at keeping secrets from everyone.
Doctors say that I should watch what I do because I would go out of control and do something that I would regret. But I didn’t care. This sort of illness is rare and why me who should get it. Multiple personality disorder was a big thing. No one knew about except the doctors. I haven’t told my mother; she would freak out like a baboon and give me her knowledgeable lectures in which I almost die through. I don’t get along with my mother. She is just not the person I need to support me through my unstable life. If I were given three wishes to make my number one priority wish would be to get a life. The rest I would give as charity. I don’t care about anything else.
If I were to choose between life and death, I would personally send out to everyone that I would rather die than living such a sad life. I just wish that someone would notice me and would just let me escape from all my miseries and live a happier life.
Darren, who I mentioned before, is a wealthy boy from very rich parents of course. His appearance is just overwhelming that I would build a shrine in front of him and worship him all day. I mean that literally, he is so buff (apparently it’s the word for describing the boys cuteness and used by all the girls), his midnight blue eyes gets everyone’s attention. He is tall and has a muscular body. He is surprisingly too good to be true.
All the girls he dated, he has been with them for a maximum of two days and dumped them. He didn’t get into any serious relationship. I Elina Haywood and my friend Delilah Shaw thought that he was a self centered arrogant bustard. But that time I didn’t have any feelings whatsoever ever to him. But now I am not even sure if I like him or not as well as so many things were running through my brain that I can’t think of anything else. Life is full of mystery and mayhem.
Darren often smiled at me, but I wasn’t sure if he was smiling at me or not and it was kind of strange. I wanted to smile back but I just can’t smile. That’s when I checked my locker and for confirm notice I knew he like me. He wrote a letter which was sweet. He left me a box of chocolate and asked out on a date. He said he would meet me so I was hoping I could ask him something which I always had in my mind. So when we met in front of the school gates, I had the eye from all the girls and they were so jealous I could see it in them. I walked up to him and I asked him as a joke “What number girl am I on your list of girls”, he smiled and started talking. He asked me if I would go to a restaurant on Saturday. I insisted that I would go and he said he would pick me up, but I didn’t want him to look at my house, but I told him to stop by anyway.
Saturday wasn’t a long wait. I had a quick shower and the old rat smelled something and asked me what I was up to. I told her that I was going to a farewell party of a teacher from my school (how lame was that for an excuse to get away from the wicked witch of the west). I got ready into my really pretty dress that I managed to bring with me when I departed my posh home; it was a black coloured mini dress with silver sequin and glitter on it. I curled my hair and put on contact lenses which I bought in secret because the old cow won’t let me wear them. I put on make-up because I was so professional at it and made my way to the outside of my house. Darren’s black Mercedes Benz pulled over and he got out and ushered me to my seat. We got to a posh restaurant called “Platinum Dish”, the weirdest of all name but the prices were drop dead expensive. Me and him we both chatted about our lives, I had to make up half the stuff about my life. He was sweet and good as a person. I guess I judged him before I even met him. He was very confounding about who I was, obviously everyone probably thinks I don’t even exist. I told him that we were both in the same chemistry class. But he didn’t recall anything about me being presence in any of the chemistry lessons. Why would he? I mean I am the nerdy one sitting silently doing the work to the best of high standard. After, we made our way back to his posh car and he started the car and we were both talking and laughing around and suddenly he kissed me unexpectedly, I didn’t know what my cue was, but I was puzzled. He just stared at me for a whole five second and then said he was sorry. I didn’t know why he apologized, I mean I liked it. When he turned we went silent again and I kissed him back but with a lot of passion. We were both intimately kissing that I didn’t realize anything around me at all. Well, we were in a car that’s all I knew. Soon the kiss got even intimate and after that everyone probably would’ve guessed what happened after that. I mean we kissed. Then he got drunk. We talked. Then we kissed and then he forced me into having sex. I mean I kissed him because I just liked the warmth of his luscious lips against mine, but it got out of control.
After, that he left me like he does to all the girls after two days he broke up with me. Left me pregnant, ruined my life and went off to New York to be a bloody male model. When my mother found out, I was ancient history. She went ballistic and told me how ashamed of myself I should be. I mean it wasn’t my fault and she didn’t listen to my side of the story. I then had an abortion, left me heart broken. My mother got a bloody job and got paid stacks of cash and we became so rich just like that. The woman that my father went off with, cheated on him, and went off with a different bloke and my father was left with no one to turn to. So many different men proposed to my mother, they were all rich but she chooses Henry Jacobb the librarian out of them all. No one still cares about me even after being rich, but they did care when I became famous. I had an offer from a modeling agency from New York to model Designer clothing etc. I accepted the offer and they told me to visit them during Christmas. So every girl envied me and I was so proud. As to Darren who ruined my life, he is ancient history and our love wasn’t all that great because I am not sure I even loved him that’s why it’s a mystified love.
