Chapter 3 - Written by FirF and SabbyLYC

Twisted Love: Chapter Three
Written by FirF and SabbyLYC

(- Stephen's Point-of-View -)

"Mom, I'm home!" I shouted as I entered the grand doors of my family's mansion. They were painted white but had black carvings on them. I'm not sure what language was it written in, but my dad said it was a replica of Prince Eduwardo Phillipes Thermopolis Renaldi of Ancient Greece. I couldn't care more about the carvings. I swung my bag on my sofa and headed upstairs.

"Stephy dear, I'm up here!" My mom called out as I was about to enter my room. Instead of making a turn, I went straight into her room. I saw that she had some international salon professionals to come over to rebond her hair. A man, who was pretty plump and bald, was straightening her hair. Another lady, around her mid-thirties, was giving my mom a manicure.

"Boy, how was school? Your dad wants us to meet him at the museum. He said he will be having some royals coming over to visit the heritage of our country," she said, without even giving me a look. That really shows how sincere my mom was.

"How marvellous. I'm soo excited." I replied, rolling my eyes. I turned my back and went straight to my room.

Upon entrance, I slammed the door and dived onto my bed. Pondering about life. Will I ever get her? Will I ever dare to confess my feelings for her? I was confused. No, I was in a worser stage than confused. I was in a dilemma. Some said my life was care-free. I would disagree. I know my family's rich, but that didn't mean I had no problems. I'm still human. I smacked myself on my pillow and looked up onto my concrete ceiling. It was dark blue. I felt like screaming.

I sat up and went over to my messy study table. The housekeepers wanted to clear it, but I objected. I told them, "If you ever touch my study table, you're fired." After that line, they didn't even dare to get near the table. That's what I like for being rich. I'm able to get what I want.

On the study table, I had my laptop folded. I flipped it open and waited for the screen to load. On the left on my study table, I had a few notes that I jotted down the other day. It was for my class' history project. Something about Archduke Francis Ferdinand. Somewhere below the pile of papers, I had a paper where I drew Sharintz's name on it. No one in my house, nor my class knew that I liked her. Giving a soft sigh, I brushed my hands through my hair.

The LCD screen lit. I logged on to MSN. Saw Ryan, Sharintz and few other classmates of mine were online. I clicked onto Ryan's display name.

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Stephyy says:
Hey Ryan!

500 Degree Fahrenheit:Ryan says:
Hi Stephen. What are you doink?

Stephyy says:
Thinking about life, I guess.

500 Degree Fahrenheit:Ryan says:
Ooh. I sense you are thinking about some girl. Hm?

Stephyy says:
Yeaaahh. But I won't say who tho. Hahaha.

500 Degree Fahrenheit:Ryan says:
lol. Alright then.

500 Degree Fahrenheit:Ryan says:
Goin' anywhere later? Me and the rest is gonna meet up at 5 later.

Stephyy says:
Sorry, nt able to join. Family conference later at the museum.

500 Degree Fahrenheit:Ryan says:
Oh. Some VIPs coming over to the museum, huh?

Stephyy says:
Yea. Prince of Hellsucki or smth.

500 Degree Fahrenheit:Ryan says:
Helsinki. Haha.

500 Degree Fahrenheit:Ryan says:
Ah, look at the time. It's almost 3. I gotta go wash up. See yea! Anything, text me.

Stephyy says:
Okay. Bye.

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I stared at the computer screen. Sharintz was still online. Soon later, she messaged me.

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*_RinTz says:
Hey Stephen!

Stephyy says:
Haha. Hello Sharintz. Congratulations on your big promotion to Vice President! :))

*_RinTz says:
Hehe. Thanks. Anyway, my family's going over to your museum. Some royals coming over right?

Stephyy says:
Yea. I'm asked to help out too.

Stephyy says:
Oops, seems like I have to get ready. Haha. See you over!

*_RinTz says:
Ooh. Okay. See you!!

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I immidiately switched off the laptop, went over to my dressing room, and got dressed. The suit that my mom wanted me to wear was a black suit. It had a nice blue velvet waistcoat. I quickly got dressed and went to the lobby, where my mom and butlers were.

As I got down, Julian was already rushing me to style my hair. I sat on the stool infront of a 40 inches wide mirror. It had gilt frames. Designs of an architect from Rome. Oh well.

As soon as my hair was done, I rushed out. The white Audi 6000 Limousine was ready. The chauffeur was holding the door. My mom, Julian, my other butler - Albert - and I went inside the posh car. The interior was broad. It was equipped with a cooler at the corner. I sat beside it - across my mom. As the chauffeur initiated the engine, I took a bottle of apple juice from the cooler.

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As the engine died, I exited the limo. My dad was waiting afar. My mom and I went over.

"Hey, you peeps are late. The press is ready. We are awaiting for them to arrive. Crowd controllers are getting overpowered. Stephen, you go up to the VIP room first. I'll be there after presenting the antique to them."

I rushed over to my position. As I walked across the cold marbled floor, I saw a familliar pretty face. It was her. The next thing I knew, I was facing the floor. "Shit!" I groaned aloud. Ouch.

Twisted Love: Chapter 2 ~ FirF & SabbyLYC

Title: Twisted Love: Chapter 2 ~ FirF & SabbyLYC

(- Justin's Point-of-View -)

"Hey Stephen!" I gave him a smile as I was about to enter the school gate. I remember the first time I entered these metal fences. The bars were made of stainless steel. From afar, I thought that it was pure onyx. The top of each bar was our school crest in gold-plated iron. It was shiny and majestic as always.

Stephen just came out from his butler's sleek black 2007 XD-98 Convertible Panther. He was looking fresh. His hair was professionally styled. His eyes were blue, which really matched his dark brown hair. His maroon-highlighted fringe was hanging slightly below his thick eyebrows. As he signaled to his butler, Julian, he swung his bag over his big shoulders. After a split second later, he finally spotted me and gave me his trademark smile. His teeth were as white as snow. I swore that if it was under direct sunlight, his teeth would sparkle in the sunlight. As the car drove off, he approached me.

As we entered the school, I could smell the odour of wet grass. Every morning, our resident caretaker, Mr. Jibbs, would water the plants and the grass patches around the school. He was someone you did not want to say "How are you?" to. He was a pessimist. He would scare the guts out of anyone who would pass by. The students would try our very best to avoid him.

Stephen took a fast glance at his SWATCH 9000 Limited Edition. It was coated silver, but had a leaf-green digits showing. It showed "0714HRS". We needed to be in the auditorium before 7.20! Stephen and I breezed quickly along the hollow hallways. The lights weren't on yet. Soon, we arrived in time and sat at the usual back seats where Tim and Ryan was.

I could literally feel my muscles relaxing after a quick breeze across the school's hallways. Just when I was about to ask a question to Tim about the RJCC, the school light dimmed and the projected ignited. Showing a bright logo with a picture of a scroll, which said "Reneveen Junior College Council Election". Great. I had always hated elections. Especially for the student council. They would take 4 periods off the normal timetable to let over 5 000 students to vote. Others might rejoice, but I'm otherwise. Missing 4 periods means missing 4 hours of staring at Katie and Sharintz.

"Damn." I cursed under my breath. The co-ordinator for the election was the president for the Faculty of Lifestyle and Virtues (FLV), Mdm. Koorash.

Mdm. Koorash cleared her throat and said into the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Anually Reneveen Junior College Council Election. As you may know, every semester, we will elect the president, vice-president, treasurer, secretary, and sectional heads for the Faculty of Student Council. Without further ado, I, as president of FLV, will officially launch the election!"

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I was exulted that we could actually roam freely after we had placed our election votes. I invited Ryan and Stephen to self-study and chill at the school's café. They eventually agreed. Sadly, Tim was not able to join us. As an active member of the council, he was expected to help out. Oh well.

Sitting barely a chair away from Ryan, I couldn't help but to realise his sharp features. His eyes were grey. I could see that he was really focused on his calculus textbook. His rugged-looking hair really made him stand out among the rest. He was really irresistible. I couldn't believe that he didn't know that he was quite good-looking, I whispered to myself. Sometimes, I wonder if any girls had a crush on him.

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After a solid four and a half hours, we were called back over the PA system to the auditorium for the results. As I sat on my usual seat again, I realised that Tim wasn't there. I smiled to myself. I knew what was going to happen next.

Soon, the lights dimmed again and the audience went silent.

Mdm. Koorash spoke into the microphone once again, "Students, we have collated your votes. Behind these curtains, are the student council members and your elected heads. Let's wind up the curtains and reveal our student council members." The curtains unwind. I saw like about 6 dozen students on stage. I glared at the speakers' stand. I saw him! It was Tim! He's elected the president again!

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I, Timothy Lincoln George, am elected as president for Student Faculty, again." Half of the audience gave a giggle. "Assisting me in this journey to nurture our school is Sharintz McFizzy. As president and vice-president, we would like to introduce to you to the treasurer, secretary and sectional heads." After saying that, the projector lit up with the names of the sectional heads of the Student Faculty.

President - Timothy George
Vice-President - Sharintz McFizzy
Treasurer - Jake Powell
Secretary - Katie Mich
Head of Section Science and Mathematics - Jim Nick
Head of Language and Culture - Firenze Snape
Head of Aesthetics - Henrier Henderson
Head of The Arts - Aaron Cartney
Head of Counseling - Lawrence Sebastian

Tim's name was at the top of the list. Below it was Sharintz's. Then it branched out to the different positions. I smiled to myself upon seeing Sharintz's and Katie's picture.

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After Calculus class, Tim, Ryan, Stephen and I were heading back home. As we were about to exit the gate, we saw a familiar face. Sharintz.

Sharintz was surrounded with her clique as usual. Katie was in it. Seems like they didn't notice. After a second, Sharintz took a glance at me and chuckled. I smiled back and walked out with the rest.

It has been the day's usual routine. Julian will pick up Stephen. I'll drive Tim and Ryan home. Tim's house was just a few blocks away from campus. Ryan's was near my house. While driving, we talked. We talked about the hottest girls on campus. While Tim and Ryan giggled, I just kept quiet. They didn't know that I had a huge crush on Sharintz and Katie.

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When I thought it was perfect...

Life just suck.

Twisted Love ~ Written by FirF and TJQ

Fiction: Twisted Love
Written by Firdaus Firlany
co-written by TJQ

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Stephen Bewielder
"Wake up, darling!" Stephen's mom called out. It was the 3rd day of the 2nd semester of school. Stephen grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He's the son of Mr. Wyatt Bewielder, C.E.O. of Singapore's Arts Museum. Since he didn't have any other sibling, he was the sole inheritor of his family's fortune.

Stephen had an almost perfect life. He had lots of friends. He had the most loving family. He had 2 full-time butlers. Everything he wanted would be given to him as soon as possible. His life was like a prince's. But yet, he's not satisfied...

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Timmothy George
Tim woke up in a jolt. He didn't know whether it was a dream or a nightmare. Definitely, he was hoping that it wasn't a premonition. He turned his head lazily towards the digital alarm clock. It reads "0630 - 76 degrees fahrenheit." He quickly shoved his blankets to the side and head out for the bathroom.

Tim George was the smartest kid in class. He had been getting top for mathematics, science and literature. He was given a nickname as "Einstein". He was also a very diciplined pupil. He had been in the Reneveen Junior College Council (RJCC) for quite some time. He was elected President of the RHSC last year. He was then, the president from then on. He was close to his dream girl: Sharintz McFizzy. Who was the Secretary of the RJCC Committee. These two members worked extra close to mould the school's future. Time always wanted to confess his love to Sharintz, but was too afraid of rejection.

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Ryan Fahrenheit
Ryan Fahrenheit was already up. He was sitting on his sofa, staring into the emptiness. He was waiting for half past six to arrive. While staring into blank space, he chuckled over the fact that three of his best friends were falling head of heels for a girl. He was wondering who amongst the three did the girl like.

Ryan led a care-free life. He doesn't really focus on his looks -- which was one of the best in the class --. He had a strong passion for sports. He was quite financially stable too. Unlike Stephen, he was satisfied with his life.

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Justin Andrews
Justin Andrews was sleeping soundly. He was aloft in his dreams, where two girls were made into one. That girl was his dream girl.

"Haiz!" Justin sighed when he realised he was awake. There was two girls in his mind, but how he wished they could merged into one.

Justin was the Reneveen Junior College's hottest senior. He had good looks, a hot body, a funny attitude. His smile was so charming that he could wipe out half of the entire female population. He had lean and taut muscles. When he was in high school, he would work out every alternate days. The training really wore off. Being the senior captain of the school's water polo team, he had to be half-naked for at least 3 hours per day. During this period, most girls will take the chance to glare at him. He was really popular. Popular guys must meet popular girls. One of his dream girl was Sharintz McFizzy, who was also well-liked by the student body.

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Sharintz McFizzy
Sharintz McFizzy swung her hair. She was staring at her gorgeous face. She had sharp features. She had strong cheek bones. She brushed her hair gracefully. Her hair was wavy. It had a tint of brown with blonde. But the root color was black. It was really dashing.

Sharintz was famous for not just her looks, but her dicipline, athletic performance, academics, and rare talents. She was always nominated for Student Body president.

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Rotten Apples Can't Revert Back To Good Apples?

Today's Topic: Rotten Apples Can't Revert Back To Good Apples?

Okay, I'm sure all you aren't so stupid to think that I was referring to apples. I was referring to people. If they are rotten, they can't revert back to good?

Recently, my school's principal came to our class and pointed out a few notorious pupils in the class. As she was lecturing, I was disturbed by the line, "You shouldn't mix around with this rotten apples, or else you'll be rotten too. Rotten apples can never be good apples." She said that people like us will never repent.

I sank into deep thoughts.

In my opinion, I think these rotten apples should be pressured by the good apples, so that they would be good apples too. One might be notorious when he's young. It's nature's way. When they come to a stage where they realized that they were being too childish. They'll repent. I'm sure of that. My other friends and I are trying to monitor and help these rotten apples to be a good apple. I don't believe that a cheetah can't change it's spots. Neither do I believe that one mistake really means everything.

But, on the other hand, a bad record may have stained that person's life. Employers, principals, teachers, workers, and friends shouldn't decide on the person by his record. One should decide whether this person really want to change for the better. :)

Humans make mistakes. But only the wisest among these humans will repent.

- Firdaus Firlany, 2007

Dead Or Alive?

Hey all you readers,
My blog ain't dead. I've just been quite busy with other aspects of life nowadays. I'll update my blog ASAP. Good night!

Age Check: 11 years and 364 days

Age Check: 11 years and 364 days