Post by Limerence Bradley on Sept 18, 2010 10:33:46 GMT -6
Here is something I was writing for my creative writing class. This is the third installment of my story. It's a revision of the original story. This is Part One of it because I'm not yet finished.
Here goes:
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Egoist
In my own mind I'd imagined it would have turned out in my favour but unfortunately we don't always get what we feel we deserve. Maybe in this circumstance I did get what I deserved. Back then I suppose I didn't know any better. I suppose it was my father's influence that had made me the way I was. I'd hurt so many people. So many good people. All because I had made up my mind what I wanted. I had finally found something that would ease the cycle of invalidation within my family. I thought for sure this would be the relationship that would bring me some form of satisfaction; some form of comfort.
And although it would have been the one thing that would have made my world worth while -- it wasn't for me. I don't know if it was because I wasn't ready yet or the fact that I didn't deserve it. There's that word again; deserve. I'd had this issue with entitlement. I'd had it for years and still suffer somewhat from it now. My father was a billionaire and hadn't instilled in me the reward of earning my keep. Everything was handed to me. And if it wasn't, my father could definitely afford to buy it.
You might know me through my family name. My father had owned an insurance company named Carlisle Insurance. I was supposed to take over the business after he'd retired but I had denied his request and my cousin Kiyanna Dewey had taken my place. This isn't story about my father's business, though. What I am about to tell you is about a situation that involved a pair of girls who had changed my life forever. It's about a lovely little girl I'd fallen in love with and her putrid, obnoxious, and annoying pink haired friend.
I had never realised how it would be feeling this way about someone. I was so used to being alone. Even at the peak of seventeen I'd never had any interest in boys. It wasn't to say that I wasn't open to a romantic relationship; it was because none of them were attractive to me. I'd had one crush on an older gentleman that had attended college but when he'd left the country to return to his family I'd felt hardly any pain. It stung for a short time then I was over it.
All people knew me as was "The Heiress of an Insurance Tycoon," "Daniel Carlisle's Grandaughter" or "Mary Carlisle: Spoiled Brat". They didn't know me for the person I actually was. What they'd seen was just me acting out to impress other people or to gain the affections of my father(which never really worked to begin with).
The only person who saw me for who I truly was was Ravynn McKenzie. She may have been three years younger than me but the very first time I saw her I knew. I knew she was made for me to have and it was more than just ownership; this was eternity. In order for me to have her I had no choice but to eliminate what was between us; Limerence Bradley.
I remember the first day I saw her. She stood about 4"5 with her glistening fuschia coloured hair. One could tell she'd dyed it because she'd had violet roots showing. I nearly died when I heard her giggle. She'd walked past me without taking notice that I was there; but I'd noticed her. She'd had that pink freak next to her the entire time.
Albinos were the worst; the ugliest of all creatures. I could feel my face tensing up as I sneered at her. She was an abomination to womankind. I could hardly tell if she were male or female. The other students seemed to notice the distinction but I couldn't. The only thing I could make out were the mounds on her chest.
Her only reaction was to frown at me before making her way onto campus. I would have followed behind to introduce myself to her companion but was engulfed in a swarm of students before I could make my attempt.
To be continued...[/b]
Here goes:
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Egoist
In my own mind I'd imagined it would have turned out in my favour but unfortunately we don't always get what we feel we deserve. Maybe in this circumstance I did get what I deserved. Back then I suppose I didn't know any better. I suppose it was my father's influence that had made me the way I was. I'd hurt so many people. So many good people. All because I had made up my mind what I wanted. I had finally found something that would ease the cycle of invalidation within my family. I thought for sure this would be the relationship that would bring me some form of satisfaction; some form of comfort.
And although it would have been the one thing that would have made my world worth while -- it wasn't for me. I don't know if it was because I wasn't ready yet or the fact that I didn't deserve it. There's that word again; deserve. I'd had this issue with entitlement. I'd had it for years and still suffer somewhat from it now. My father was a billionaire and hadn't instilled in me the reward of earning my keep. Everything was handed to me. And if it wasn't, my father could definitely afford to buy it.
You might know me through my family name. My father had owned an insurance company named Carlisle Insurance. I was supposed to take over the business after he'd retired but I had denied his request and my cousin Kiyanna Dewey had taken my place. This isn't story about my father's business, though. What I am about to tell you is about a situation that involved a pair of girls who had changed my life forever. It's about a lovely little girl I'd fallen in love with and her putrid, obnoxious, and annoying pink haired friend.
I had never realised how it would be feeling this way about someone. I was so used to being alone. Even at the peak of seventeen I'd never had any interest in boys. It wasn't to say that I wasn't open to a romantic relationship; it was because none of them were attractive to me. I'd had one crush on an older gentleman that had attended college but when he'd left the country to return to his family I'd felt hardly any pain. It stung for a short time then I was over it.
All people knew me as was "The Heiress of an Insurance Tycoon," "Daniel Carlisle's Grandaughter" or "Mary Carlisle: Spoiled Brat". They didn't know me for the person I actually was. What they'd seen was just me acting out to impress other people or to gain the affections of my father(which never really worked to begin with).
The only person who saw me for who I truly was was Ravynn McKenzie. She may have been three years younger than me but the very first time I saw her I knew. I knew she was made for me to have and it was more than just ownership; this was eternity. In order for me to have her I had no choice but to eliminate what was between us; Limerence Bradley.
I remember the first day I saw her. She stood about 4"5 with her glistening fuschia coloured hair. One could tell she'd dyed it because she'd had violet roots showing. I nearly died when I heard her giggle. She'd walked past me without taking notice that I was there; but I'd noticed her. She'd had that pink freak next to her the entire time.
Albinos were the worst; the ugliest of all creatures. I could feel my face tensing up as I sneered at her. She was an abomination to womankind. I could hardly tell if she were male or female. The other students seemed to notice the distinction but I couldn't. The only thing I could make out were the mounds on her chest.
Her only reaction was to frown at me before making her way onto campus. I would have followed behind to introduce myself to her companion but was engulfed in a swarm of students before I could make my attempt.
To be continued...[/b]