How To Save A Life -A Novel, Also written by you!-

"Uh, I'll be back," said Timothy as he slinked out of the room for a moment.
 
Skye 1 opened her drawing pad and drew something. Skye 2 tried to see what she was drawing over her shoulder, but she simply brushed it off. As she finished the drawing, she showed it to the others. It was a detailed drawing of Artemis, saying at the bottom, 'Artemis, Rest In Piece, Forever waiting.'
 
Timothy came back with a girl with tanned skin, bobbed and layered bright red hair, a silver lip ring, a studded monroe, a dice eyebrow piercing, an industrial, and matching earrings to her eyebrow piercing. Her nails were long and painted radioactive green, she wore a cropped tee shirt, skinny jeans, and fuzzy uggs. "I have someone you guys should meet," began Timothy. "This is Linda."
 
"Hello, Linda. I'm Skye, the new girl. The other blond is also named Skye." Skye 1 said and smiled. Skye 2 raised his hand just a little and grinned.
 
Skye 1 stared out of the window later as the teacher droned on again. Skye 2 had decided to accompany Skye 1 to class that day, and it was boring. Skye 1 passed back a pair of headphones and an MP3 player with a note. Skye 1 began to sketch, as she had a bout of writer's block.
 
Skye 2 scanned the note quickly.
my mp3 player and earbuds. the teacher prolly wont notice. he is really absorbed in his own stuff. love ya ~ skye1
 
Skye 2 smiled to himself and passed a note back up.

'K thanks. What was that last part?' ~Skye2

Skye 1 read this and smiled same as Skye 2 had. She wrote on it the note, scribbling out a reply. Then she pulled a page out of her drawing pad. She passed it back with the note. Skye 2 read the note and looked at the drawing. He scribbled back a reply. His reply read: Yes. Skye 1, reading this, smiled a huge smile, and turned around and hugged Skye 2. Because, on Skye 1's note, she had written:

will you go out with me?

This was the start of a brilliant relationship. And they both knew it.
 
You know what? This club is a great idea and a suppose you should know why I shy away from physical contact, and always wear ling sleeves or jackets. You'll see." Thetis took off her cardigan. Her arms were covered in bruises and scars."My father is abusive. Most nights he comes home drunk, and hits and bashes Brédan, mum and I. I've gotten used to it over the years, but…still…" With tears in her eyes Thetis trailed off. The others looked at her sympathetically.
 

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