We're+All+in+This+(Story)+Together!

__** Quite the wild story is happening here. I noticed that the librarian's name is Mrs. Merry Christmas; that's a good one! Remember to keep your writing in the same tense, unless you have a specific reason not to. So if you started in the present tense, you should stay there, or if you started in past tense, stay there. I will start a couple other pages with new story ideas... **__

I can't believe that my best friend could do such a thing! Bobette totally ditched me for that snotty girl, Amy, last week! I mean, she knows that Amy is my number one enemy, and she still goes for her! Bobette has been turning against me ever since she became besties with Amy. For example, the day we had meatballs for lunch, she dumped her entire tray on my specially made designer shirt and acted like it was not her fault. ughhh. I cannot believe how rude some people can be. I guess ignoring her would be my solution right now... the problem is that I just can't stand it! And then the fact that she won't leave my boyfriend, Steve, alone at all this year bugs me too. She doesn't even like him! It's all because she wants to fill him up with lies about me. I know I have to explain to him tonight, but I'm not ready yet. He might leave me, thinking I'm crazy! I guess it's better for me to tell him before Bobette does, though... I rolled over on my bed, turning away from the blinding light streaming through the windows, toward the door and the phone. "Should I call Steve?" I ask the bright orange and red striped doorframe.  My room looks like a handful of five year olds got their hands on some giant paintbrushes and acrylic paint and then decided that the walls and floor needed to be repainted. The ceiling was the only part they couldn't reach; it is a uniform canary yellow, which I assume was the original colour of the room. Now, my little brother and sister's handprints cover the walls from about one meter down, in every bright and brilliant colour they could find or imagine. The door is a cold, frosty blue, and so were the window panes, although it is only a tint now, because I have washed almost all of the paint off. Every piece of wood that was showing on my large, four-poster bed was painted emerald green and the whole room is quite an eyesore. Fortunately, I'm used to it, so I don't mind.

 I plop down on the bed and sigh. Holding my pearl white iphone I go to my recents and twitch slightly as my finger rests on Steve's number. "Hello? Layla?" he replies and sounds busy.  "Hi Steve. I'll just get to the point," I take a deep breath breath and begin to speak again, "I see you talking to Bobbette frequently and I was wondering what you two were talking about." It took a lot of guts to say that but I did and I regret nothing. At least I hope so.  Steve hesitates, "Well, I didn't want to tell you but it seems like its bothering you." there is a short silence. "She is constantly telling me that you don't like guys like me." this time there is a long pause. "Look Layla, I don't believe her so please don't get mad at me. I know that she is trying to break us up along with her other friend but I will always stay by you no matter what."  I smile, its times like these that I know I love him. He understands me and will always trust me. "Oh Steve you are so sweet." I quietly remind him. "Yeah. I know," Steve laughs, "Layla, you are sooooo funny." I get a //tiny// bit mad at Steve because I wasn't joking. "Layla, I gotta go. Dinner." Steve says. "Okee... bye then." I wish we could've talked longer. I hang up. I sigh and flop down onto my bed. I remembered that when I was little, I used colourful sharpie to colour on my sheets. I'm a really good artist now, but I kinda scribbled alot when i was WAYY younger, like 5 or 6. But I'm 13 right now, and that was 6 years ago. I meant 7, whoops. My math isn't real good. Oh well, at least Steve doesn't care. 1322629681 The next morning, I woke up at 6:0 0. I wanted to see Steve before school. I had cheerios for breakfast, the non-sugar kind. That's because my mom is REALLY healthy. Not to mention that she's a vegetarian. As a matter of fact, I don't eat meat either. But I love tofu. Anyway, back to my morning. My little sister, Katie, and my little brother, Max, were fighting over who got the last cookie. I sighed, broke it in half, and handed the halves to the kids. Max gobbled his up, but Katie just put her hands on her hip and started to whimper. "But I wanted the WHOLE cookie! A half is too little!" Katie was always a whiner. I was about to say "Well, you got a little piece cuz you're little, you winier." But I stopped myself, and continued to eat my non-sugar cheerios. Blech. When I got to Steve's house, his mom said that he went to the early basketball practice. So I thanked her, and headed to school. On the way, I found a cute little daisy and gently and delicately placed it in my pocket for Steve. I slowly walked to school, thinking about what Steve said on the phone last night. I was sure that he wasn't lying, but he sounded like some of the gossip might've been true. When I got the the school's huge gym, I saw Bobette and Amy flirting with Steve. Steve tried to ignore them, but Bobette kept trying to distract him. Grrr... the nerve of that girl! So I walked up, ready to tell Bobette to leave Steve alone, when Amy comes and shoves me onto the ground! Luckily, Steve marches over, shoves Amy, takes my hand, and leads me to the locker room. It really stunk! "Hey, Layla, you ok?" Steve sounded concerned. I smile think d, reached over to grab his hand, and gave him the daisy. Steve smiles back and puts it in his pocket. "Thanks," he grinned. I grin back and say, "Your welcome. Now howabout you go beat the other team and I cheer for you?" Steve laughs and reminds me that it was only a practice game. I pretend to be disappointed and pout (like katie) but inside I was soaring with happiness. "Dang, so I can't cheer?" I joke. "No, but you can cheer for me and only me in your head and heart," Steve says with a weird look in his eyes. It must be love. Then I say "haha, no thanks. I've got to head to the library to do some research for the project. Have fun!" and with that I was off. I thought a lot while walking to the library. Yes, it definitely is love. I just wish I could get the nerve to say it to him. Isn't it the boy's job to say it first? I guess I just have to wait for now. Huff.. I went to the library and saw Amy. "Hi fatty," she laughed. I ignored her and walked away, but she followed me. "Hey dude. That Steve dude hates you," she smirked. "Get lost!" I said. I went down the aisle and pulled out a science text book. "You studying?" she asked. "That is so lame! You are so unpopular." "Shut up and get lost," I yelled. I walked towards a small chair and sat down. I began to study. "Hey Ms Unpopular. Why are you doing lame stuff?" she asked with a mean voice. "Leave me alone!" I shouted. Amy eyes glared at me with anger. "Is that any way to talk to a friend?" she hollered. "You're not my friend!" I said. Amy was always so annoying. I began to study. "You idiot! You-" she stopped when she heard footsteps. The room turned misty. "What's happening?" I wondered. Then a mysterious dark figure appeared and punched us with all his strength and we fainted. That person took off and smirked. "Ha ha ha!" he said in an evil voice. "I will finally rule the world!" <span style="color: #6608cc; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">When class started, Steve wondered where I was. "Hey Zart. You see Layla anywhere?" he asked. "No. Ask Bobbette. She's her friend," Zart suggested. Steve didn't think it was a good idea since he knew I hate Bobbette. "She said that she was going to the library," Steve said. He went to the library. When he got to the library, he didn't see me anywhere. "Hey Mrs. Merry Christmas," he said. "Yes?" asked the librarian politely. "Have you seen Layla?" Steve asked. "No," Mrs. Merry Christmas answered. Steve felt anguish. He walked around the room and saw a science textbook lay flat on the table. "Was Layla abducted?" he wondered. <span style="color: #6608cc; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Steve saw something glow underneath the table. It was a ring. He picked it up and said, "I wonder who it belongs to." Then Steve noticed something weird. The ring had two girls in it. He couldn't really see who those girls were, but they looked like they were screaming. Steve held the ring close to his face and saw who those girls were. They were Amy and me. <span style="color: #6608cc; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">We were still screaming at eachother, but then I saw Steve. "Steve!" I called. I think he said something, but I couldn't hear him. "Steve, can you hear me? Please carry me around in your pocket. Some weird guy said he would 'finally rule the world' right after he punched Amy and I in the head. We fainted, and then woke up in here. There's gotta be a way to get us out of here!" I think he said "ok," because he put us in his pocket. <span style="color: #6608cc; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Amy and I were stuck in his pocket all day. We could faintly see our homeroom teacher ask where we were, and then mark us away. Amy got really mad at me, saying our absence was all my fault. How could she? It was that weird guy's fault. <span style="color: #6608cc; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Then I heard something that wasn't Amy or me. It sounded like That man's voice. Amy and I went silent. It wasn't us. It was the only sound we could hear from outside the ring. and it was laughing, saying 'Steve' over and over again. And it sounded a lot like Mr. Lemonade Stand. Amy screamed. "He just said Bobbette's name! And then Steve's, of course." She batted her lashes at me. So she still thought Steve loved her! Well she's wrong. At this moment, i dont care if Amy thinks that. All i want IS TO GET OUT OF HERE! i shouted the last few words out loud. " me too." i heard Amy whisper. "Well what do you suggest?" I growled, rounding on her. "Um... I dunno. Maybe we could try, uh, walking around?"-_- "Where wi..." I pulled up short mid sentence and took in my surroundings fully for the first time. We were still trapped in the ring, but there were no walls to our left or right, although there was one behind us. I turned back to Amy. "Okay," I said, "you're right. But we'll have to go in turns unless we want Steve to think we're not here anymore or he was imagining things and he throws out the ring...." "Yeah, good point. But, you can, uh, go first, right?" "Sure. I'll go this way, and when I get back you can go that way after I've told what I found." "Okay. Bye Dillydally." Amy sneered at me for a moment, but I didn't respond. It didn't matter anymore. I waved at her, turned, and stepped out through the hole at the side.

**Ahhhhh! Bam! Slam! Plam!**
====**i AWOKE all of a sudden. I saw sparks of various colours then darkness. " Welcome to the dimension," the guy bellowed. Would life ever be normal? hope so. But hope was washed away when I slipped through the hole of the strange pocket. Down, down I went. I felt my body crash through a roof. Huh? I realized Steve wasn't carrying us. It was the weird guy. But I wasn't in the pocket anyway. In the house there was a old man wearing a old robe and glasses. " You have fallen through Star Road of the dimension, lucky, you get to choose whether you want to have life bACK WITH Steve or destroying Blac.K.Noir, he is the weird guy have been seeing," the oldman whispered.**====
 * Ah where am I, I thought. Huh? Such a strong force was suddenly forcing me up. After a little while I was in a strange pocket with no Amy. For half an hour all I saw was blue sky... then darkness, black, dark darkness. There was silence. A strange scent wafted into the pocket of darkness. And before I knew it I was sleeping.**

**I thought in my head which wish should I choose. Thoughts struggled in my head.**
====I choose life back with steve! A sudden whirlwind pushed me forward and i glanced out the window of the past. Huh! The old man lied!! This is not right, I should be able to see the school from home! I look at myself. WHAT! I turned back to a baby! That wicked old man. Now I'm back in San Diego when I was 5. Well, I am 5 now. I really don't know what to do now.====