Thanks, Justine. LOL, yes it was angsty, but that's kinda the tone I was looking for for this one. I'm glad you enjoyed it despite the fact you usually don't read this kinda stuff. I love describing things, and I'm getting better and better all the time. ;)That was really good Kimmy! =DOkay, this is a little vague, but Jimmy asked Cindy on a date to go to his lab, yanno, like Valentine's Day, and he wasn't there. I found this in one of my old notebooks and originally it was going to be a longer fanfic, but anyway, here it is:
NOT FORGOTTEN
Between the sound of the steady pouring and splashing of the rain in the yard, and the tense lump in the back of her throat, she felt like dieing. The voice of reason and judgment pounding in her brain, telling he r to leave, to just go home and forget the whole thing. The calming, subtle melody of hope told her to wait just a moment longer. Only every moment she ignored the logic, it grew stronger, overpowering the melody of hope until it began to fade. She turned and walked away through the downpour of soft, steady rain that masked her tears as only another drop of crystal rain.
‘Why was I that clueless?’ she thought in misery. ‘He just played another mean trick. Why am I so surprised? He’s never serious about anything. Especially stuff like this.” She stepped lightly through the swampy yard and across the flooding road. Her heart so heavy she couldn’t bear to look back at his house. ‘Why did you ask me if you knew you weren’t gonna even be there?’ She stepped up the stairs up the stairs to her front door, silently daring herself to look back. With great pain, she looked back, only to see the shower of rain falling from the heavens. With a tear-choked sigh, she opened her front door, ignoring the puddles she left on the pink carpet and the confused stare from her father on the couch. She was too enveloped in her sorrowful thoughts to even take notice.
“Cindy?” her father asked cautiously as she trudged up the stairs.
She turned to her dad and in he r gown of raindrops and teardrops said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” Dismissively, she turned and continued up the stairs. Her father left dumfounded on the living room sofa watching television commercials.
But really angest-y. Something I don't usually read. But it was good. I liked it. You're REALLY good at discribing (Did I spell this right?) things. I could tell with the second chapter of the tri-fic (serously! we need to give it a name!). Good job!
Will there be a second part to this? I felt like it needed more. I mean, did she confront him? Or did she talk to her dad? IDK, maybe I'll just leave THAT to my imagination. ;-D
Good job, Kimmy! =P
*~Justine Alexandre
No, actually this is all I have for now. A couple people have asked me to continue it, so I am thinking about it, but it might be a little.. tough to work out. For now this is all it is.
Thank you so much for reading, it means a lot to me.
