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    Shadow of a Day – (Chapter: Ch 6: Tracks of my Tears)


    A/N: Pictures of the characters in the story so far.

    Ashley: You know what she looks like

    Spencer: You know what she looks like too

    Sophie: http://www.beautyhobby.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/rachel-bilson-chuck.jpg

    Reagan:http://www.alteregoproductions.org/blog/images/navi%20rawat.jpg

    Jaiden:http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o279/x_pansy_x15/Hot%20Emo%20Slash%20Scene%20Boys/RyanOlivera.jpg

    Steven: http://www.crepusculo-es.com/actores/lapelicula/CARLISLE.jpg

    Italics equal the past.

    The dotted lines are where the flashback is split. It shows the different sequences.

    Enjoy!!

    Ch 6: Tracks of my Tears

    "Don’t fall into the trap of pretending everything’s fine when you know it isn’t."

    "Hey Ash, you ready for the big game tomorrow?" Madison asked. Why does she always insist on asking stupid ass questions. Tomorrow’s game decided my life. How the fuck would you feel if one soccer game could make you or break you.

    "Yep." I forced out. 

    —————————————— ——————————————————

    "We’re losing her! Charge to three hundred." The paramedic said.

    "Fuck, I know I have done a lot of horrific things to that girl, but God I can’t lose her." Christine sincerely said. Was that a crack in her cold exterior? It took me seventeen years and an almost suicide for her to care.

    "Ashley," She whispered "If you can hear me, I hope you fucking know your dead to me." Wow her kind heart lasted a whole two point one seconds. 

    ——————————————————————————————————

    "Hey, good luck tonight." My mother told me. I smelled the alcohol on her breath and knew it was the reason for her first decent comment.

    "Thanks Mother." I said obliged. "Are you coming to the game?" I said pleading.

    "No, I’m sorry, I have to go with Richard tonight and I’ll be gone for a month, you understand." She said to me.

    "Of course I understand. You’d rather fuck a man, then come to one of my games. Scratch that, the game; the same one I’ve been waiting for, for four years." I spat at her. Damn it, why does she always make me feel vulnerable. It doesn’t matter how good I am, she only sees my faults. I wish I had different parents, ones who acknowledged me when I came home. I wished they noticed how far gone I was.

    Smack.

    The crimson red streamed into my mouth. The taste overpowered my senses.

    Smack.

    That’s going to bruise.

    "What makes you think you can talk to me like that, you ungrateful bitch?" She said while twisting my arm back. I tried to fight back but nothing came from it.

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    1. omg i havetn read the story yet and i promise to come back and comment again after i do…but i have to say…OMG JAIDEN HAWT! and steven…well steven’s okay BUT ITS CARLISLE (; SO IM TOTALY STOKED HAHA

    2. AWW now see…i told you id come back (; i loved it…im extremely curious as to wich parts were taken from YOUR life…but i do agree very intense…im totaly going to trry like…ten times harder on my story haha you’ve inspired me (;

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