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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 2:22 pm
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I'm writing a novel right now, and I was wondering if any one knows how to make this story better?
“Okay,” Beckah murmured, rolling over in her soft, plush bed. “Maybe I can’t get sleep.” She turned over onto her back, and looked up at the pale salmon pink ceiling of her room, and sighed heavily. Perhaps Derick was right; it wasn’t because of her, as he said, obsessing over how she looks. Glancing at her lavender clock, she sighed yet again. Two hours. It had been two hours that she rested in her bed, trying to get some slumber. She grabbed her bright lime green therapy pillow, and squeezed it as tight as she could. Oh, yes. That therapy pillow contained many memories. She had got it from her sister, when she was seven. Her room as a child was a bit brighter compared to her current tranquil pink and purple setting, since she had just move dout of that room to her very own house. The pillow had blended right in with her room, but now it was like a rock star out in your everyday grocery store. It just didn’t fit in. She had thought about dying it pink, but she decided against it, for it may hurt her younger sister’s feelings. The nineteen year old rolled over, and pulled the covers up to her chin. “Damn,” she said quit loudly, covering her eyes with the soft quilt. Possibly she could take some sleep medicine, and sleep like a baby. Wait, Beckah thought, All of them have some chance of dependency. I really don’t want that. Okay, so no sleep medicine. “Ugh,” she mumbled, throwing the sheets off of her, and slowly standing up, rubbing her eyes. She walked over to her vanity, and looked down at all of the make-up. Eye shadow, foundation, mascara, hairspray, lip gloss, and lip stick were scattered around on the surface. Any tint or shade of make-up you can think of, it was right there on her rosy vanity. She sat down, and finally gave in. Beckah clutched a tube of shiny clear lip gloss, and uncapped it, applying it on her lips. She figured she mine as well work on her appearance if she was going to stay up all night long. Derick’s words still rang through her ears as she put on some thick mascara. “Some thing’s wrong with you, Beckah. You think it’s because you need to get ready for the next day, but you’re wrong. Dead wrong. Some thing’s strange about this, Beckah. Just try to get to sleep normally tonight; I dare you. You won’t. You can’t.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 5:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 5:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 5:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 5:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 5:56 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 3:31 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 2:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 6:02 pm
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