Okay, so I know that I haven't been on in forever and i'm sorry about that, but this is another part, I don't even remember if it's good or not, but I'm copy-pasting it from my Word doc of this story, so don't blame me if it sounds a little off.
PS. This is a rewrite of the previous part, plus some extra.
“You have officially been in here for a whole week; you have got to get out of here. For me, please, just go do something. Just get out of this apartment, get some fresh air, and maybe apply to the gym.”
“Are you telling me that I’m fat?” Amanda asked as she grabbed for the pint of ice cream by her bed.
Mallory slapped her hand away, “I’m not saying your fat, I’m saying that over this last week you’ve sorta let yourself go in a negative way. And that you could use the endorphins. Plus I know that you’re only wearing your gross baggy clothes because you were planning on gaining some breakup weight. Or at least, that you weren’t going to be showing off your bod any time soon.”
“She is right,” Peter nodded. “Those clothes are gross.”
“Hey, you all know my circumstance. Under other conditions I might agree with you, but not right now.” Amanda pouted, glancing down at her stained XL Ohio State sweatshirt and tattered chocolate yoga pants.
“You could use a makeover,” Dan decided. “And a positive attitude, while we’re off changing things.”
“Ya, go get in the shower and we’ll find you some decent clothes,” Mallory pulled her out of bed and shoved her in the bathroom as she, Dan, and Peter took of for the closet.
Amanda heard mumbling and murmurs as she stepped out of her clothes and showered up. When she stumbled out of the shower the mirror across the way was filled with steam. She grabbed the brush from the counter and dragged it through her just conditioned hair. Water dripped off the chestnut strands and fell to the floor. She combed her hair through then plugged in the blow-dryer and waved it towards her hair. When Amanda’s hair was dry enough, she wiped the mirror and looked at herself. She examined her near-blue eyes, small nose, and the fuller bottom lip. Her hair fell just to her breasts and carefully flipped at the ends. She pulled her lavender robe around her and waltzed into her closet to view her friends arguing over her clothing.
“So, what have you decided?” Amanda interrupted, earning a frightened glance from Mallory.
“You’re done already?” Mallory wondered, but didn’t give her time to answer. “Good, let’s get down to it. We each made an outfit and now you have to choose which you like best.”
Amanda glanced at each of her friends, each holding an awry of hangers and belts and hats. She wondered if each of them really only had one outfit. Dan presented his outfit first. There was a beautiful, brown cashmere t shirt dress, that he had paired with a gray wool pea coat and a pair of red stilettos. As for the accessories, he had with the dress a large brown leather belt with an alligator head for a buckle. She nodded to him, showing him that she liked his decisions, and he glowed with pride. But, of course he would do well selecting an outfit for her, Amanda acknowledged, he did work for a fashion magazine’s modeling department.
Peter on the other hand, was terrible at selecting clothes. God love him, but he had absolutely no sense of style. Even Dan had picked out the jacket and the slacks he was wearing at the moment.
Thanks for reading! Let's hope I find some time to add more of what I have written so far. Until then!
-Carley Gordon
Friday, October 08, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Chapter.. 1?
Okay, so the first part was kind of like an introduction, just so that you know where she's at in her life.
ps. I don't know if eveyone who has said they have read it will like it.. cough cough ryan cough. Because it is a romance. :D
Chapter One (I do believe)
Amanda woke with Mallory shoving her out of bed.
“Ughhh. I don’t want to go to school.”
Mallory sighed, “You don’t have to yet. Today is Sunday. But you have to pull yourself together today so that you won’t be a mess tomorrow.”
Amanda sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, “Great, I forgot to take put my contacts.”
She got up and heard clanking in the kitchen, telling her that she had more company. “I regret giving you a key,” she told Mallory as she wandered to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. She hadn’t allowed herself to do so in three days and she looked like a wreck. Days old mascara was running down her cheeks and the eyeliner she had been wearing made the bags under her eyes look more black than purple. Her hair was sticking out in all directions, no one would have guessed that she had had it in a ponytail, and her lips were dry and chapped. Amanda stood staring at herself for a few moments before reaching for the face cleanser on her counter and wetting down her face. She washed her face clean and brushed her hair, feeling a lot better.
Once again, this is only a rough draft and only a portion of chapter one. I shall add more when I can. aka three months from now. just kidding:)
Carley
ps. I don't know if eveyone who has said they have read it will like it.. cough cough ryan cough. Because it is a romance. :D
Chapter One (I do believe)
Amanda woke with Mallory shoving her out of bed.
“Ughhh. I don’t want to go to school.”
Mallory sighed, “You don’t have to yet. Today is Sunday. But you have to pull yourself together today so that you won’t be a mess tomorrow.”
Amanda sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, “Great, I forgot to take put my contacts.”
She got up and heard clanking in the kitchen, telling her that she had more company. “I regret giving you a key,” she told Mallory as she wandered to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. She hadn’t allowed herself to do so in three days and she looked like a wreck. Days old mascara was running down her cheeks and the eyeliner she had been wearing made the bags under her eyes look more black than purple. Her hair was sticking out in all directions, no one would have guessed that she had had it in a ponytail, and her lips were dry and chapped. Amanda stood staring at herself for a few moments before reaching for the face cleanser on her counter and wetting down her face. She washed her face clean and brushed her hair, feeling a lot better.
Once again, this is only a rough draft and only a portion of chapter one. I shall add more when I can. aka three months from now. just kidding:)
Carley
Monday, November 09, 2009
First Part (Must Read in Order)
I am attempting to write a novel, so this blog is completely the story, my other blog is complete randomness. If you like any part, comment. If you don't like a part, keep it to yourself. You don't have to read this after all.
PS this is obviously not a final, just notes being jotted down. Grammer and flow might be slightly off.
(No title yet)
As stars lit the New York sky, Amanda turned from the window and prayed for night to never, ever end. Amanda just didn't want to have to wake up. It's not as if she wanted to die or do anything drastic, she just wanted to be free of the pressures the world brought upon her for like, ever. She knew her friends, Peter, Dan, and Mallory, would always be there for her, but she just wanted to be alone. Jake, her last boyfriend, just dumped her. A flat on her face, dumping. She said "I love you", he said "I think we should just be friends". What a friend he'd make after that. Amanda had been through break-ups before, she was 28 for God's sake, she just took that one especially hard. She loved Jake. She loved how his jokes always made her so much happier after a terrible day, how when he looked at her, it was as if it was only the two of them. And, no, there wasn't any sparks, but to Amanda, It was pretty much as close as you could get.
She had at least appreciated that he had done it in person. With todays technology, he could of easily escaped doing so. But rather than thanking him dearly for breaking up with her face to face, she slapped him across his face, called him a name that her mother would surely hate her for saying, and stomped off in her high leather boots. The only thing was, once she hit home, she was a crying mess. She did what any sane woman would. She grabbed the TV remote, a box of tissues, all the ice cream and wine she could carry, threw it on her bed, then slammed old Disney movies into her rock of a VCR, and curled in her covers watching Hercules.
PS this is obviously not a final, just notes being jotted down. Grammer and flow might be slightly off.
(No title yet)
As stars lit the New York sky, Amanda turned from the window and prayed for night to never, ever end. Amanda just didn't want to have to wake up. It's not as if she wanted to die or do anything drastic, she just wanted to be free of the pressures the world brought upon her for like, ever. She knew her friends, Peter, Dan, and Mallory, would always be there for her, but she just wanted to be alone. Jake, her last boyfriend, just dumped her. A flat on her face, dumping. She said "I love you", he said "I think we should just be friends". What a friend he'd make after that. Amanda had been through break-ups before, she was 28 for God's sake, she just took that one especially hard. She loved Jake. She loved how his jokes always made her so much happier after a terrible day, how when he looked at her, it was as if it was only the two of them. And, no, there wasn't any sparks, but to Amanda, It was pretty much as close as you could get.
She had at least appreciated that he had done it in person. With todays technology, he could of easily escaped doing so. But rather than thanking him dearly for breaking up with her face to face, she slapped him across his face, called him a name that her mother would surely hate her for saying, and stomped off in her high leather boots. The only thing was, once she hit home, she was a crying mess. She did what any sane woman would. She grabbed the TV remote, a box of tissues, all the ice cream and wine she could carry, threw it on her bed, then slammed old Disney movies into her rock of a VCR, and curled in her covers watching Hercules.
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