~Forgotten: A Novel~written by you! PLEASE LOCK!

[chickendiva25]

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Jamie smiled at him. "Its a pleasure to meet you James." Still grinning, her freackles spread across her cheeks and nose like pepper. "Well, I'm going to go see if theres any food." She, with a bounce in her step, went looking for the kitchen. When she found it, it had a refridgerator full of food. "Wow. Its like, somebody used to live here." She scrounged around in it a little, before she found a carton of eggs and some bacon. She decided to cook breakfast for everybody and put some pans on the stove to heat up. She, while the eggs and bacon were still cooking, looked curiously around the kitchen. She found several things, but no phone. Instead, she found a battery-powered radio. She quickly checked if it worked (Which, it does) and tuned the radio, looking for some Beethoven.

Ashlynne trotted downstairs. Looked around. Wondered where her parents had gone. "What are you doing?" she asked. Jamie looked at her, surprised.
"Just cooking breakfast," she answered inncocently.

"I, is there, something wrong?" Jamie asked, putting down the spatula she was using for the eggs. "I don't mean to intrude, I was just, hungry." Jamie turned off the stove and put the eggs and bacon on a plate she had found. "Yeah, I live here." Ashlynne said, staring at Jamie. Jamie almost dropped the pan. "Oh my goodness, I'm, I'm sorry, I didn't realize." She quickly grabbed a few pieces of bacon and ran out of the kitchen.

 

[Dutchgirl]

The wind blew throughout the house, causing Ashlynne to shiver. The effect was ghostly. There were various rustlings from upstairs, but it was getting darker in the house. Ashlynne knelt and let the tears come. Where had everyone gone? Why were these children here, in her house?
Jamie returned a moment later, chewing and brushing bacon grease on her jean Capris. "Sorry..." she whispered. "But who exactly are you? And where am I?"

 

[chickendiva25]

(Shes not wearing jeans though...)

 

[EE lover:)]

Isa brushed her hair and changed into her blood red dress. No one would mess this up for her. She would simply not associate with these people until she had to. Until then, she would go down to eat, then go back up and listen to music on her CD player which never left her. Nothing could stop her. Just going through life like normal. Isa could find her true meaning in this life. For the first time. She could be happy. But she knew. Life like it used to be would be -and forever will be- forgotten.

 

[NixNoodleNumbat]

Silla looked around the orchard. Sweet smells of apple and pear filled the air. "Where am I?" She whispered.
(Does this have anything to do with judgement/rapture day?)

 

[EE lover:)]

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(I have no idea, but I don't think so.)

 

[ChickLover98]

A mysterious chicken pranced into the farmhouse. Clearly, it was a rooster. It let out a long, shrill crow. It was a very pretty rooster and the only chicken seen in the entire farm. He flew up and stood on the kitchen table. He crowed again.

 

[EE lover:)]

Isa came down from her room looking very groggy. "That stupid rooster..." she muttered to herself as she began to make an omelet. She went over to the fridge and opened the door to find a mass amount of eggs. She smiled to herself. Then she grabbed what she needed to make the omelet and quickly set to work.

 

[EE lover:)]

As Isa sat with her back against the stove, she thought to herself how this world could be so cruel so as to leave her here, practically alone, with those who Isa felt were untouchable to associate with. She was raised up on standards where these people she was left with are made to be avoided like the plague. She couldn't stay like this, but she would. These heathens needed someone to help them realize true sophistication. And no one else was actually there to help them figure it out. She put her headphones in her ears and looked for the right song. When she found 'Fireflies' by Owl City, she stopped looking and leaned her head back, possibly even content with her life.

 

[chickendiva25]

Jamie walked around, looking at the curious pictures on the walls, breathing in the fresh country air. She had changed into some borrowed jeans and a small, grey jacket. She was starting to enjoy the life here, sort of anyways. She had found a classical station on the radio and listened to it all morning. After breakfast, she decided to go for a walk outside. After a few minutes of looking behind haystacks, and running around in a barn, she finally went to rest on the front porch swing. It had a cushioned seat, and back-rest. She had just sat fown when a white cat jumped up and layed down on her lap. "Hello Kitty," Jamie said softly. "Whats your name?" The cat shook it's head, making it's tags jingle slightly. Jamie looked down ot them, reading the cat's name. "Snowball, hm, okay. Well, it's nice to meet you snowball." Snow-ball purred and put her head on Jamie's lap.