Nastasia's Story: A Loss of Trust.

  Even the prettiest girl's need help.

     The night was young as Nastasia balanced her two choices: smoke the weed or risk undesirable attention from bullies. If she did it right here, right now, Nastasia could make a pact with this crew of druggies to get them to leave her alone, show them that she was better than all of them. Besides, it was just one smoke, how much harm could it really do? Plus, Nastasia had even heard that weed might become legal in some states, so it cannot be that bad for you. She takes the rolled up drug from the sketchy girl in front of her. Her name is Baisley, a short, stout girl and bully to all. Baisley had stoled Nastasia's lunch or lunch money since the third grade, and Nastasia has decided to put an end to it. Baisley had made a compromise. If Nastasia could not be so stuck up and relax with a good high, then Baisley would leave her alone, along with the rest of her bullying crew. 

     Although Nastasia has been an advocate for not doing drugs her entire life, she's decided that one smoke can' hurt. Letting the drug enter her blood stream and make her feel like she's flying, Nastasia watches as Baisley begins clapping.

     "Congratulations, Nasty. Looks like you aren't as big of a snob as I thought you were," Baisley praises, "From this day forward I will not take your lunch or your lunch money."

     Nastasia breathes a sigh of relief and hands the blunt back to Baisley, "Now that that's over with, I need to get going. The parentals will be wondering where I am by now."

     "Fine, have fun with your prissy pants mother and father, Nasty," Baisley shouts as Nastasia makes a quick escape.

     When she gets to her car, Nastasia realizes the drug has made her a little clumsy and decides to sit and wait for the high to leave. She giggles to herself and plays with the car radio, finding the classical music station quite hilarious. A few minutes later, Nastasia is passed out across the driver's and passenger's seats, snoring to heaven. She never knew a drug could make you feel so lousy and exhausted when it wears off. 

     Waking up, Nastasia looks lackadaisically at her surroundings and the night before slowly comes back to her. She scrambles for her cell phone, finding 55 missed calls from both of her parents and 32 new voicemails. Nastasia turns the car on quickly, driving home as fast as possible, and runs to her bedroom when she gets there. Stuffing her face in a pillow, she lets out a muffled scream of frustration. Why had she been so stupid? When her parents found her, she knew she was in for a wiping. She cries silently to herself until her mother walks into the bedroom. Finding her missing daughter, Nastasia's mother embraces her, pratically squeezing the air from Nastasia's lungs. 

     "We thought you were gone forever! How dare you stay out all night and not notify us!" her mother exclaims. 

     "I'm sorry, mom. I should've called as soon as I knew I was going to be out later than usual, but my phone ran out of battery and I hadn't felt too good after some pasta I had for dinner at a restuarant in the Plaza," Nastasia says, trying to cover her lie with some parts of the truth, "I did not feel well enough to drive home."

     "You still could have borrowed a phone!" Her mother cries.

     "It was almost midnight, mom! Did you really want me to just walk to some man or woman I don't know and ask for a phone when it was dark and deserted at the Plaza?" Nastasia says, trying to make a clear point.

     "No, of course not," her mother sighs, "But next time you leave this house, that cell phone is fully charged!"

     "Yes, ma'am."

     After my mother leaves the room, Nastasia takes a few deep breathes to calm herself. How could she lie to her mother about doing something illegal? It was like she hadn't even done anything wrong because her mother wasn't grounding Nastasia for smoking weed. Nastasia lies back down, starting to get a headache, and closes her eyes. How deep of a hole did she just dig with her own mother? How could her mother ever trust Nastasia after one of the biggest lies she has ever told? 

     Now, Nastasia did not even feel like she could trust herself. So, why should her mother trust her? 

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Dear Pretty Girl's,

This is a story I developed about a pretty girl with a very ugly lie. She lost her mother that day in a way worse than death because Nastasia was lying. I realize that all of us have told a lie at some point in time, but some lies are meant to be told. They should not turn into secrets that cannot be told. Just using the drug once influenced Nastasia's self-esteem and confidence to lower. She's now become afraid of her own parents and she cannot trust herself anymore. Once you cannot trust yourself, you know you're at the peak of a very long downward spiral. So, ladies, be drug free. I may not be able to know exactly who does drugs, but I know that I can at least help through my words and examples. 

Trust me ladies, no girl is pretty when she's too tipsy to stand or too high to understand.

Sincerely,

A Pretty Girl

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It's Not Taryn: Short Sample from Derek Strangler

He never meant to hurt her.

He just wanted to be accepted.

But acceptance was wickedly disastrous.

It was my turn to pick the girl up and bring her to Zane. It was my turn to knock her out and bring her to the head of the clan. But the way she smiled at me, the way...God, the way she saw through me. I knew I had to do something. I had to get rid of her. She knew too much yet she knew nothing at all. She would never be able to burden the secret that I needed her to hold safely. I had to dispose of her.

"Did you get the girl?" Kyle asks from the front seat of the van, driving quickly and efficiently. 

I play it off like I've made a mistake and fumble around with her head. 

"Damn it, it's not her."

"What do you mean it's not her?" Kyle says, screeching the van to a halt.

"This isn't Taryn!" I cry, hoping my acting will work. Kyle was not the brightest so I figured I could make it out of this situation okay.

Kyle peers around his seat and stares at Taryn's face that I've smashed in. She is unrecognizable, thank-fully. He frowns deeply, staring at me with eyes like knives.

"Do you know how much Zane is going to kill us when we bring him the wrong girl? He wants Taryn!"

"Than, let's not bring him anyone."

"Are you insane?" Kyle cries, slamming his hand hard against the steering wheel.

"No, and you know I'm right! Bringing Zane nothing is better then bringing him an innocent girl," I exclaim, throwing my hands up in frustration. 

Kyle sighs and shrugs, "Fine." He pulls the van up next to a run down alleyway and then pushes the button that automatically opens my car door. It slides open and i lift Taryn up onto my shoulder. I curse as I lay her down among trash bags and can't feel her pulse. Have I killed her? Did I kill Taryn?

My memory seems to float off into the distance during a time when I would watch Taryn play with her younger sister at the park when we were in the fifth grade. Her blond curls flowing down her back and her smile glowing in the radiant sunlight. She was such a beautiful girl, but I remind myself that she knew too much about me. She was getting too close to the answer about what I really was. I step away from her, what I think, dead body and hop back into the van. Kyle closes the door and drives quickly away before anyone can catch our faces and match them with the dead girl in the alleyway. I try to forget Taryn as we make our way to the Cloud, but I do not know if I can. In a way, she had meant something to me, and I threw it away when I punched her in the face. 

I stare at the window, watching the alleyway get further and further away. I swallow my guilt and climb into the front seat next to Kyle. We still had Zane to face, and he was not going to be happy with tonight's results.

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From Me to You: Taryn's Story.

She knew something.

She knew about Derek Strangler.

And she wanted to know more.

My name was Taryn. I was from a small town where everybody knew everybody and I knew everybody who knew everybody. At least, that’s what it seemed like before Derek. I had never, in my entire sixteen years, felt the urge or I guess you could say attraction towards a guy like Derek before. He was the tall, dark and mysterious stranger who picked up all the hoes and had a date for every high school dance. Derek Strangler, my tall, dark and mysterious enemy. I could never be caught alone with him. If I was to be alone with him, I knew more than the emotion of fear would find it’s way leaping through my heart. I would sear with desire, and it would be a desire I would not proud of. I was not a girl who goes after the guys with the trashy motor cycles and parents who didn’t care about his grades. I was not the type of girl who would go after a Derek Strangler. Yet, I did. 
My plan had been simple. Find Derek, sneak him my flirtatious note, and meet him at the park right down the street from my house. That way, I could make a quick run for it if I needed too. But, something happened. When I went to give him the note, carefully folded with the mark of my lipstick pressed to the front, right underneath my name written in fine cursive, Derek stopped me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the library, which was quiet and sealed off from the rest of the world. The busy school hallways were lost to me as he wrapped his arms around my hips.




“I’ve been waiting for you, Taryn.”

He said it so mischievously, as if he didn’t dare say it too loud. It was as if we were a secret so precious that nobody could ever know about us. In an instant, my desire rose and I leaned forward for what I knew was to come, but he pushed me away lightly. I stumbled backwards, looking at him with delight. He smiled darkly and his ravishing green eyes sliced into my insides making them ooze with emotion. He took my hand, sliding a piece of folded paper into it, and then with a brief smile, he vanished. I stood in utter shock, wondering if what had happened had really just taken place. I had wished time would stop so I could savor the moment, but instead I looked down at my hand, his touch still lingering, and opened it to reveal my note. When he had taken it? I had no idea, but I opened it to find my neatly written note crossed out. I frowned and my eyebrows furrowed as I followed the giant arrow pointing down to small italics. 

“The park, tonight.”

I read it over and over again until my eyes had become itchy and read from not blinking. Then, with a deep breath I folded the note back up and stuffed it into my back pocket. I rushed out of the library, biting my lip in anticipation. I was going to meet up with Derek Strangler tonight.

Getting home, I dressed into my jeans that had fit my butt perfectly, and my skin tight, v-neck t-shirt that showed my curves off flawlessly. After touching up my red lipstick and hair spraying my blonde curls into an effortless looking, but elegant, bun, I climbed out my window into the summer night air. I walked five minutes to the park and sat in my favorite red swing until Derek showed up. He had never mentioned a meeting time, and I had prayed I hadn’t missed him. Luckily, an hour after sunset, I saw his familiar form walking up to me from the playground gates. 

“You came,” he had said, a hint of a smile lighting up his face.

“Now, is there any girl who would miss a chance to meet up with Derek Strangler?” I asked him, standing from my swing and putting my hands on my hips. I tended to do that when I wanted to prove a point, and this was defiantly a point to prove.

Every girl wanted Derek Strangler, but he chose me.

He smiled, this time almost a whole smile, which caught me off guard. Derek Strangler was actually smiling at me. He moved closer, the smell of his cologne wafting up from his black leather jacket that he never fails to wear. I smiled then, ready to embrace. Then, all I saw was a hand and the next thing I knew I was on the ground of the playground, my vision blurred. I saw feet run into the park and I felt a strong hand throw me over a shoulder. The next thing I knew, I was lying in the back of a car, driving somewhere I had never been before.

Before my heart stopped, all I heard was the dark voice of Derek Strangler. He had said something about a secret and something about a lie. Something about me knowing too much. Then, I was dead.

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