more then mets the eye

Hi everybody!!!! It's me Mel who you have all been bugging to write more!!! Well guess what? I wrote more and there is a whole new chapter!!! the thing is that I forgot it in my locker. he he he ooppps!! Please don't send me hate pm's because I am a very sensitive person, but I shold have the next chapter up tomorrow
Mel
 
*twinkletoes* said:
Hi everybody!!!! It's me Mel who you have all been bugging to write more!!! Well guess what? I wrote more and there is a whole new chapter!!! the thing is that I forgot it in my locker. he he he ooppps!! Please don't send me hate pm's because I am a very sensitive person, but I shold have the next chapter up tomorrow
Mel
she sais she should have the chapter up tommorow SHOULD IS THE KEY WORD
 
WHERE IS THAT CHAP? i demand a chap! we've been waiting for ages, now where the heck is it? and when is Sark going to come back in? And what about evil mummies?
 
Nat sat on a bench staring into space. Occasionally she glared at peestrians passing in front of her. She was having one of those days where everything aggravated her. She couldn’t explain hy but somehow after school she had wound up in a prk on a bench staring into the ocean. She was waiting for something but she didn’t know what. She would know when she saw it. Meanwhile, she sat on the bench wishing she had had enough cash to go to the mall with Em and Cori. The hair that had escaped her ponytailblew acorss her face and blurred her vision.
Something light landedin her lap. It was a maple leaf. A red maple leaf. She ran a finger around the edge of it. The laf reminded her of home, where maple trees were common, a beautiful sight that surrounded you on your way to school in the morning. Nat suddenly realised what she had been waiting for was for herself to say something. She knew exactly what to say. Nat jumped up fro mthe bench, grabbed her bag and started running. Through the park. Past the little kids on the
swings. Through a football game. Across a street. Up a hill, down a hill. Then she stopped, her chest heaving from the effort of running. She slowly walked into an apartment building, and dragged herself up two flights of stairs. Wearily unlocked a door with a key she pulled from a chain under her shirt. She walked inside the apartment and collapsed on the couch. Lying on the couch her laboured breathing became calm as she slipped into a comfortable sleep.


Nat was jolted out of a dream about Oprah and blue toilets by a loud knocking on the door. She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she went to open the door.

Nat stared intently at the woman who stood there. There was something oddly familiar about her. “Do I know you?” asked the unnaturally outspoken girl. The woman just stared in disgust at Nat’s lack matters. “Look, I know that look is beacuase of my lack of manners but please, take pity on the poor uneducated orphan,” Nat added dramatically. The woman said nothing but lifted her eyebrows showning an interest on the subject. “Okay look, I’m not just going to pour out the
story of severely messed up life to an anonymous stranger who is still looking at me with a look of utter disgust”

The lady who Nat had a sneaking suspicion loved gossip finally caved.

“My name is Marguerite Bourgeois-”

“Hold up, you’re a nun from the 17'th century?”

“No, but she is an ancester of mine and my namesake,” Marguerite replied, sounding annoyingly superior.

“Cool but why are you here?”

“I am here to visit my son, Michel Vaughn, but i must have the address wrong-“

“Wait, Mikey’s related to Marguerite Bourgeois? He’s never gonna live that one down!”

“You know Michel?”

“Well yah, I mean, I live here!”

“Michel is dating a much ounger girl? In the times of my great great great aunt Marguerite that would have been okay but... oh i knew growing up without a father was a bad influence on him!”

“Good God you psycho, that is sick! I am sooo not dating him! He has a girlfriend yes, but she can actually sleep over at someone’s house without the parents being there, lucky for you i can tell you... you would not want to be here on Saturday nights....”

“Ok that’s enough. Let’s just thank god that he is not dating you. But um can you explain to me why you are living here?”

Before Nat could answer her question, the apartment door burst open and syd and vaughn stumbled through, all the while making out. Nat squealed and hid her head in her shirt, and Mme Bourgeois just stood there in a shocked silence. Finally she came out of her shock and cleared her throat.

“Michel, je vous rappelle que vous avez une jeune femme qui demeure avec vous, la raison pour ceci je ne le sais pas mais j’en doute qu’elle veux vous voir faire cela devant elle”

“Maman! Tu es arrivée tôt! Nat, aen’t you spposed to be at school?”

“Uh... about that-“

“Never yo mind dear,” said Mme Bourgeois, patting Nat on the head. Nat jumped away.

“Do not touch the hair. Never mess with the hair,” she said, striking a Kung Fu pose to add to her command.

“Yah Mom, first rule of this home: don’t mess with anyone’s hair,” Vaughn said, this time speaking to his mother in english.

“I second that!” said Syd and nat at the same time.



there! finally we have posted! i am sorry for the dealy, i really am a lot has happened... but hey its up and im not makin any promises as to when there will be more up, but i am writing the next bit and i'll start working on it asap!

ems
 
more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more
 
hey i just started reading so yeah... i love your story! can i get a pm when u update?? pretty please!! with sugar on top! haha ok c ya round
~marisa~
 
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