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11th Apr 2009, 01:06 PM
A/N: this is my first story, so thank you so much if you comment or read. It means a total lot to me. I'm going for a soap opera here so everybody has their own bit of drama or something. I hope one day you progress to develop your own favourite character but right now I'm introducing the characters :P I hope it's not boring while this progresses but thanks if you read, C/C is definately welcome. With love, (L)
Chapter One - Welcome to Vixendale
In Vixendale there lived many unique people, all with their own personalities and problems. But one person had more upsets than everyone else right now and that was Karina Stringer, local 17 year old citizen. Her parents had died in a fatal hot air balloon accident when she was just 12. Karina now lived with her aunty and uncle, Meredith and Robert Stringer, along with their 17 year old daughter, Bethany Stringer. Aunty Meredith was plastic fantastic. She had plastic surgeons coming out of her ears. But why Meredith changed surgeons as soon as Karina’s mother, Jessica Stringer, died nobody knew. Nobody even knew of the change. It remained secret and unsolved. Uncle Robert always missed his brother Phillip Stringer, Karina’s father. He had to. Please say he did. Please say Karina wasn’t all alone in this mess. And please say Bethany will help Karina through the past, right into the future. She hoped they were going to be in this together as they were older now. Perhaps they’d spend their 18th birthday together as it was only a month apart exactly? Then hopefully they’ll live together, never to be alone? She really needed the company, after all.
On the outskirts of the town there lived the more loving-life kind of people, but not everyone did love life. William Victor Jones hated life when his sister, Cheryl Bonita Jones, only thought of herself, which happened quite frequently. He had to put up with this though. She paid the bills for the house they lived in together, so he had nothing much to complain about in that department.
“I’m, like, totally thinking of dying my hair to be honest!” Cheryl exclaimed, smiling as William took a deep sigh and took a stretch on his sun lounger.
“Look, right, you don’t need to dye your hair,” William replied, frowning.
“You’re beautiful just how you are, absolutely gorgeous in fact,”
“I know,” Cheryl agreed, not even bothering to deny the statement.
“It’s just, I’m this little bit off perfect, you see!”
This was typical Cheryl. She could never call herself perfect, yet she absolutely thought she was the bee’s knees. William never understood her sister. He just wanted the quiet life, a wife and some children. He wanted two children to be specific. He wanted a girl and a boy; Harriet and Riley Jones.
“You do realize how lucky you are, don’t you?” William asked his self-obsessed sister, frowning.
“Yes, but I’m just not perfect!” Cheryl snapped causing William to sigh.
“Nobody is perfect you idiot,” William groaned, itching his stubble.
“I’m not an idiot!” Cheryl snarled, annoyed at such an insult. Cheryl? An idiot? What a cheek! Peroxide was meant to repair damaged hair and retain the strength of long hair when using hair dye, wasn’t it? Of course it was. Don’t ever question Cheryl’s, erm, quite different intelligence.
“Cher, you don’t need Botox like I do thrice a fortnight,” William stated, unhappily.
“That’s a lot of money, you know,”
“Whatever, loser,” Cheryl said half-heartedly, simply shrugging off the thought of talking about William for once as she rose to her feet. It was if her ears were constructed with a totally different sound system to her brothers. Only her problems were to be voiced. Who wanted to hear her daft old brother’s dilemmas? Exactly. Nobody did.
“I know that face Cher,” William laughed, smiling.
“You look like you’re about to gnaw my head off!”
“Perhaps I am,” Cheryl mumbled, still offended by the idiot comment.
“I’ll be nice, okay,” William replied, apologetically.
“What colour hair did you want, doll?”
“Well, I was thinking of blonde, actually kind of white,” Cheryl admitted, her smile soon disappeared by the chuckling coming from her brother.
“WHAT?" William began to burst out laughing.
“You’ll look like a prostitute!”
“Maybe that’s what I want?” Cheryl replied, angrily. Her brother soon stopped laughing.
“You’re telling me you want to be a prostitute?” William asked, his face blank with disgust. His sister had some nutty ideas but this one was bad. She seemed so serious.
“Well, no I don’t really want to be one,” Cheryl admitted, searching for the right words as she scratched the back of her neck.
“But the male attention must be amazing man and I guess the pay is great,”
“I respect you being a dancer but this is too far, you’re being stupid Cher,” William replied, a serious look flooding his face.
“Fine, selling myself seemed like a bad reputation gain anyway,” Cheryl admitted, pouting with defeat.
“I’ll just have to be a blonde dancer,”
“You’ll look stupid Cher-”
But his words just didn’t matter. They were blocked from her sound system as such. The limelight was going to be magical and the amount of boys. It seemed too good to be true. Everyone’s a winner. Blonde it is.
12th Apr 2009, 10:45 PM
I love your style of writing so much! Very humorous and the descriptions of your characters is great. I look forward to another update. :)
13th Apr 2009, 02:02 AM
This is a very good start. Keep it up! :)
13th Apr 2009, 03:54 AM
great start! I can't wait for an update :D
13th Apr 2009, 07:05 AM
This looks good so far :)
Can't wait to see where it goes.
14th Apr 2009, 04:13 AM
This looks like it'll be pretty cool :)
14th Apr 2009, 04:18 AM
Great start! Can't wait to see the next update :)
15th Apr 2009, 04:20 AM
Love it (:
16th Apr 2009, 01:39 PM
Gosh guys, you've totally made me blush. I really never expected such lovely comments! You've all made my day, thank you so much :] I've been away since Sunday but I'm back now, so here's the update :] Happy reading! x
Chapter Two - A Keat Catastrophe
Alison Keat was entertaining her daughter, Sakura Keat, as the absence of Sakura’s sister and Alison’s daughter, Scarlett Keat, remained ongoing. It was tough for Sakura at this time. She could barely live without her father, who had moved back to Japan in 2007, let alone lose her sister too.
“She will come home, wont she, mummy?” Sakura asked over and over.
“Of course she will, young one,” Alison replied, with a weak smile on her face.
“Do you think she’s still around here, mummy?” Sakura asked, moving her dolls from room to room.
“Of course, where else would she be?” Alison asked, her own mind pondering.
“Scazzymoo might be with daddymoo in Japanland!” Sakura exclaimed with a hint of excitement.
“For one, it’s called Japan Sakura and two; Scarlett would never get the money to fly to Japan,” Alison replied, hopefully putting Sakura’s mind at rest.
“I promise you darling, she will return home,”
“I don’t even know why she left mummy!” Sakura cried, beginning to sob.
“Hey! There there princess, it was just a fall out, honest!” Alison replied, rubbing her daughter’s back. Was that regret in her voice? She wasn’t sure.
“I hope she comes home, mummy, because I’ll bake a big cake full of Hello Kitty for her! I know she loves Hello Kitty!” Sakura smiled, playing happily again.
“That would be very nice of you, poppet,” Alison smiled, Sakura’s own smile faded.
“What was the fall out over, mummy?” Sakura asked. Alison shrugged uneasily.
“What fall out?” Alison wondered, feeling awkward.
“I’m not dumb mummy, I heard you say ‘it was only a fall out!’” Sakura replied, a tone of irritation creeping in her childish voice.
“It was over silly things, Sakura,” Alison admitted, frowning.
“Things that will definitely not concern you, angel,”
“Is that why I could hear a very big smashing noise way past bedtime?” Sakura asked, innocently. She had the right to know, in a way. It was of her concern thanks to the fact she heard it, just not the reason behind the smashing.
“I need to make a phone call.” Alison said bluntly and meekly, getting up.
“Go to your room, please,”
“But mummy, look at my cool dollies-“
“I said go!” Alison shouted, causing Sakura to pout and run up to her room. But she couldn’t be as scared as Alison was. She trembled as she dialled in the number.
“Room 16 please,” Alison stumbled before being put through to the person.
“What’s the matter? WHAT’S THE MATTER?” Alison exclaimed, as if the question she was asked was some huge understatement.
“The bloody matter is the fact my youngest daughter is starting to figure out what exactly is happening!”
She listened to their calm, blunt reply.
“How can you expect me to do that to my own freaking daughter?” Alison asked, bewildered by such a suggestion. Tears began to form in her eyes as she listened to the voice in the reciever.
How did it come to this, Alison?
Her mind pondered with rage. With regret and rage. Rage or regret? She didn't know, neither did she care.
“Enough of that lip! Just sort out this raging mess before it gets out of hand!” Alison replied, slamming down the phone.
What’s a mum to do?
16th Apr 2009, 05:36 PM
Couldn't wait any longer. C/C is totally welcome remember, I'm sorry that I've gone on to update without a word in edge ways! :D Happy reading, stay tuned! x
Chapter Three - Pride
In the Brown household, Ayesha Brown was being waved off into her new life by her brother, Steven Brown, and her parents, Jennifer and Pasco Brown.
“I’m going to miss you, baby,” Jennifer said, tears rolling down her delicate cheeks.
“You were my only daughter and to think you’re growing up, it’s heartbreaking!”
“I’m not the only feminine one,” Ayesha laughed, with a wink towards her brother.
“Hey! Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m any less masculine than the next guy!” Steven replied, chuckling.
“I’m going to miss you, sis,”
“Indeed Ayesha, things wont quite be the same without you,” Pasco stated, matter-of-factly. Ayesha gave him a smile and squeezed his shoulder.
“I’m not going to find a boyfriend while living here and I’m never going to be able to raise kids up here at home, am I dad?” Ayesha pointed out, putting on a brave face.
She turned around to face her brother and let out a long, dreary sigh.
Brittany Ferguson and Brett Ferguson listened to their sister, Tiffany Ferguson, play the piano in awe.
“You’re jolly good at piano, Tiff!” Brittany commented as Tiffany smiled.
“Thanks, Britt, I do hope so!” Tiffany replied, still concentrating on her playing.
“You’re better than that Cheryl Jones at it, she’s so overrated!” Brittany laughed causing Brett to chuckle.
“A dog could play better than that trollop!” Brett laughed back, spitefully.
“You two are so mean, but so true!” Tiffany chuckled, still progressing through her complicated piece. It completely boosted her ego to be told she was better than Cheryl Bonita Jones herself. They were in competition; Cheryl was the sexiest, prettiest girl around here and for miles.
“Perhaps you should get mother and father to indulge in the sensation Tiffany is giving off, Brett?” Brittany suggested, but everybody knew that it was not a suggestion. It was an order.
“Of course,” Brett replied, stalking off into the hallway.
“Mama, papa, come here!” Brett was heard yelling, the voice echoing around the massive property. Leila and Kristopher Ferguson came over.
“You are a very talented young lady, Tiffany dear,” Leila smiled as she watched her daughter play. Ah yes, the smell of success in the morning drifted as she sniffed Tiffany’s perfume. It was so ego boosting to know you had given birth to such a talented young lady. She was only 22 and she was really blossoming like Brittany had. Perhaps Tiffany was blossoming more than Brittany, who was 25? She wasn’t sure. Even Brett was quite lady-like. The Ferguson’s had to be taking over the town now, surely? Of course they were. Leila Ferguson was going to make sure of it.
“You’re so good, Tiffany, fabulous!” Brittany chanted, clapping her hands.
16th Apr 2009, 06:48 PM
I like it :D I wonder what is going on in the Keat family. For some reason I think the girl is dead or deadly sick xD
16th Apr 2009, 07:06 PM
Thank you for your comment, haha I wont spoil it but an interesting guess!
My plot involves money, if that's any help :]
16th Apr 2009, 07:18 PM
Ah money is always an issue xD
I can't wait to see what's next
16th Apr 2009, 08:02 PM
Well, I'll post the next update tonight or in a sec; haven't decided tbh. I just don't wanna rush it. :]
Yeah, money is an issue for most. I haven't got as far as seeing where the plot would lead to but here's hoping it's a bit happy :P
16th Apr 2009, 08:50 PM
i just found this story and its very interesting
16th Apr 2009, 09:30 PM
Thanks for the comments everyone & have a good weekend as of tomorrow! (L)x
Chapter Four - Broken Glass
“Look, let me make you some coffee,” Bethany Stringer sympathized. She had just found her cousin on the bedroom floor, crying. Luckily, Bethany had managed to talk her cousin into coming out into the kitchen.
“Thanks, Beth,” Karina replied quietly, sobbing. Bethany sighed.
“Look, I won’t bother asking what the matter is,” Bethany said, with a frown.
“But if you ever need anyone, I will always be here to talk,”
“Thank you so much, Beth,” Karina smiled, cheering up.
“I just don’t want to lay all of my problems on you, you don’t deserve that,”
“It’s okay Karina, honestly,” Bethany replied, meaningfully.
“I love you like family and that’s what I want to be to you; family. This is what family are for. Helping out their relatives,”
“You are so kind, Bethany, you are my hero,” Karina admitted, a grin forming on her fragile face. The first, real grin to appear on her face in 5 years or more.
“I’m proud to be that Karina,” Bethany replied, politely.
“Please call me Kari,” Karina said, remembering the past with a smile.
“My mum and dad used to call me that,”
“Kari, your coffee’s almost done, babe,” Bethany said, flexing the new name on her tongue. Kari. Yes, she quite liked that. Rather cool, to be honest.
“Thanks,” Karina replied, rather coldly.
“Whatever is the matter now Kari?” Bethany asked, concerned.
“I don’t know, it just seems all so… fake.” Karina snapped, Bethany frowned.
“How does it seem fake Kari?” Bethany asked, confusion flooding as she poured some frothy milk from the machine into the coffee cup.
“It’s too good to be true” Karina sighed, shrugging it all off.
“You don’t care about me; you’re forced to because I live here,”
“That isn’t true!” Bethany argued, hurt by such an accusation.
“Yes it is Beth,” Karina frowned, unhappily.
“You don’t really feel for me Bethany, it’s all an act. You just feel sorry for me; I don’t need your pity,”
“Why can’t you go and annoy another family?” Hannah-Louise Cullen screamed at her little sister, Chelsea-May Cullen, as she tapped words into her computer.
“Since I belong to this one, duh!” Chelsea-May replied, sticking out her tongue.
“You’re a pain in the arse, you know that?” Hannah-Louise grunted, Chelsea-May laughed.
“I’m a pain that bakes cookies better than you though!” Chelsea-May replied, stirring Hannah-Louise up even more.
“Why don’t you go to Sakura’s house for the day?” Hannah-Louise suggested, half-heartedly. She didn’t really care. Anything to get Chelsea-May out of the house.
“It’s rude to just intrude!” Chelsea-May replied, Hannah-Louise laughed.
“You probably don’t even know what intrude means!” Hannah-Louise said, bitterly. There was a long silence.
“Yes I do!” Chelsea-May suddenly said, obviously thinking it over. It was obvious she didn’t, just from her tone of voice. Hannah-Louise certainly wasn’t fooled.
“Whatever, I guess,” Hannah-Louise shrugged, continuing to chat online.
“You’re so mean to me, Hannah!” Chelsea-May complained, angrily.
“You don’t do anything with me yet look at Sakura’s sister, Scarlett!”
“Scarlett’s such a good sister to Sakura, huh?” Hannah-Louise spat, obnoxiously.
“I guess that’s why Scarlett’s buggered off, ran away, right?”
“You’re a bitch,” Chelsea-May muttered, disappointed in her sister.
“Why can’t you just be nice?”
“You’re hardly nice to me; all you do is annoy me Chels!” Hannah-Louise complained, a whining tone developing in her voice.
“I’m meant to say how I’m lucky to have a sister Hannah, something that Sakura doesn’t have right now, but you don’t make me feel proud to have one at all,” Chelsea-May replied, curling her lip with disgust.
“Why don’t you go and adopt Karina Stringer, she doesn’t have any parents!” Hannah-Louise shouted, angrily. Chelsea-May got out of her seat. Without saying a word, she left the room. Hannah-Louise had said pretty big, cool words back then but why didn’t she feel like the hard-nut she was supposed to be?
17th Apr 2009, 04:03 AM
17th Apr 2009, 10:08 AM
UPDATE; decided to add chapter names now :] Thanks for all the feedback everyone, it really makes my day :] Stay tuned, I've just re-wrote a part of Chapter Eight haha. :] Might post another today! I'd just like to add; I don't think this story is going to have an ending LOL. It'll only end if I discontinue it, which is STILL on the cards but I doubt I'd take drastic action and do that. Thank you x
Chapter Five - Dits With a Credit Card
Cheryl and William were out shopping, but, for William, it was hardly shopping. It was more stalking than shopping. He could never look at what he wanted to look at. It was always Cheryl’s choice.
“Don’t these dresses look pretty, Will?” Cheryl said, picking out a few to try on.
“Sure, Cher,” William replied, he still wasn’t quite over Cheryl’s new hair colour. Could you even call that blonde? It was more white than blonde.
“You have no feeling for anything, Will,” Cheryl moaned, still searching for a bargain. William shrugged uneasily.
“I do have feelings Cheryl, just not for clothes, sorry,” William replied, frowning.
It was then William realized his pal, Robert Stringer, was too at the mall. God knows why but he was.
“Hey, Rob!” William greeted, going over to his friend happily.
“Oh Will, I thought it was you,” Robert replied, grinning.
“I couldn’t tell though… is that Cheryl, or a girlfriend you’re not telling me about?”
He was indicating to the white haired beauty which was Cheryl.
“That’s the sister mate, Cher,” William replied, frowning.
“She looks like Lady GaGa!” Robert said, with a small chuckle. William had a giggle.
“At least Lady G’s a half sexy white-blonde,” William replied, half using body language to express himself.
“Cheryl’s looks have taken a complete nosedive now she’s wrecked her hair,”
“Aw, give Cheryl a bit of credit,” Robert replied, smiling.
“At least she tries!”
“She didn’t even need to try though,” William sighed, glancing to his own personal dits-with-a-credit card.
“Cher was gorgeous and still is, mind you!” Robert admitted, twitching his nose to hitch up his glasses. William laughed.
“I don’t think Cheryl would be too interested in a married man with a kid, sorry mate!” William replied, Robert grinned before sighing.
“Technically two kids now with Karina and everything,” Robert corrected, William felt a ping of guilt. He felt stupid for saying about his kids.
“Oh, right, yes, of course!” William stuttered, uneasily shifting his weight.
“How is Karina now she’s more grown up?”
“Okay, I guess,” Robert frowned, scratching the back of his head.
“She is a bit of a wreck again now. I think she thinks she’s alone in this but she’s not. We all miss her parents!”
“At least she’s okay now,” William said with a sympathetic smile.
“It’s not just Karina I’m having problems with, it’s Meredith too,” Robert sighed, William gave his shoulder a squeeze.
“Aw, what’s up with her?” William asked, concerned for his old pal.
“I mean, she’s like a Barbie man! What’s next, fake jugs? I bet you’d love them!”
“Don’t, please.” Robert grimaced, even though he had a slight smirk on his face.
“It’s hard living with someone so insecure, you know; I just don’t need it, not with Karina pretty much heading towards perhaps suicide!”
“Meredith doesn’t even need surgery, she was pretty without it,” William stated, it was true. Meredith was a stunner. Now she seems to look more and more like a fish.
“True. Girls, eh?” Robert teased, referring to Cheryl as well.
“It’s not just that though, I guess it’s how much it costs. I can’t afford to keep paying to conquer someone else’s insecurities just to bring on more, not with the recession and everything!”
“True, mate, true,” William nodded, understandingly. Robert gave him a smile.
“You’re such a good pal, Will,” Robert replied, William felt something he had never felt before. He felt good about himself. Was William an agony aunt in the making?
“William! How’s this?” Cheryl shouted to her brother, anxiously.
“It’s okay Cher but… what is it?” William asked, Cheryl let out a sigh.
“Typical.” Cheryl replied, bluntly.
“It’s a bed duvet, stupid!”
“No really, is it like a long top or something that you wear with leggings?” William asked, Cheryl let out a deep breath.
“Well, I could wear it with leggings but no; it’s a dress,” Cheryl replied, causing William to let out a big ‘ohh!’
“Even I knew that!” Robert laughed, William blushed with embarrassment.
“See you later, Gok Wan and Lady GaGa!”
“See you, mate,” William waved his friend off.
Let’s just hope he doesn’t specialize in the fashion category.
Next time on Vixendale: who is Meredith Stringer's new friend and what are the suspicions that are arising? Watch this space!
17th Apr 2009, 12:42 PM
decided to throw in a question for you lot, considering the public's opinion is better than the writer's!
With the Scarlett Keat scenario, would you rather
A) She returns home, no harm done; happy families.. for now.
B) She doesn't return home. No justice is made, nobody cares until the last minute sorta thing.
C) She returns home, safe; justice is made, not exactly happy families but Scarlett is happy and home, the mystery is over.
17th Apr 2009, 03:01 PM
As promised, the update at 3pm. Bit concerned about the scarce amount of comments atm but I won't let it knock my confidence, lol. Anyways, the question I asked you lot still needs answering. Opinions are wanted! x
Chapter Six - A Gold Digger's Secret
Meredith Stringer and Magda Loveday Harding were very similar. Although one was more plastic than the other, obviously. Magda also pleaded poverty often. She could never afford surgery despite living in a spacious bungalow with a hot tub outside. Definitely suffering from poverty. Meredith and Magda spent a lot of time together. They both knew what it was like to have people envy them, or at least that’s what they say. Today, it was a lazy day. No shopping, no pulling, not even some clubbing later; nothing. Not that Meredith Stringer cheated on her husband by pulling toy boys on an average night spent with Magda cruising around Vixendale. No way. Of course not… They were sat on the sofa at Magda’s, watching TV. Madga secretly envied Meredith. With her punky, red hair and fish lips, she made Magda go green with jealousy. All of it boiling down to money. How did that slapper get so much bloody dough? It was a mystery to Magda. Totally unfair. The lucky little hooker!
“Got any men this week, Mags?” Meredith asked, knowing it was safe to ask while Magda’s daughter, Elizabeth, was nowhere to be seen. Magda took the question into account. Not only was she jealous, she was also very hypocritical.
“I suppose so,” Magda replied, smiling to herself. One word stuck in her head, repeating like a jammed record. Money money money money money!
“How rich is he?” Meredith asked, rolling her eyes. It was like she was almost psychic. Correction, it was typical of Magda.
“He said he owns a 5 bedroom house and has a Ferrari!” Magda replied, beaming.
“Could be a council house babe and an old Ferrari,” Meredith said, shrugging.
You’re just jealous.
“No, I’m sure I’ve hit the jackpot!” Magda laughed, Meredith felt uncomfortable. She wasn’t interested in money. Neither was she truly interested in men.
There was one person who still had her heart, locked tight. That was her husband.
“Don’t you think Elizabeth might get a bit hurt?” Meredith asked, Magda sighed.
“Libby couldn’t give a toss,” Magda replied, sounding a bit hurt herself.
“I don’t even know where that little brat is. She had a go at me earlier then stormed out. I give up on that child, I really do!”
Elizabeth knew her days were numbered. Just like her dads were. She came to his grave outside whenever she argued with her mother. Next to her dad Marcus’ grave was another grave, belonging to a guy named Fred. Magda never realized her daughter had sussed who her father was, but she had. Elizabeth wasn’t stupid, shame her mother didn’t realize this. It was hard having a mother like Magda. She knew someone had to understand. Surely her father understood? Yes, he must have. He had to put up with all the demands for money. Money this, money that. Elizabeth never felt important. She wished her dad was still alive. Elizabeth had many suspicions about her mother but could never bring them out into the open. They were so drastic, so needy. Would Magda really be able to carry out a murder?
“I’ll fix this daddy,” Elizabeth sobbed, her knees becoming sore by the hard ground.
Next time on Vixendale; which resident pays a well deserved visit? Hows the new bachelorette getting along in her new home?
17th Apr 2009, 10:01 PM
Madison I thoroughly enjoyed your story and can not wait to read some more from you! Are you continuing this story?
17th Apr 2009, 10:01 PM
Yeah, pre-written them all.
Thanks for your interest, <3
17th Apr 2009, 10:02 PM
Good, will you be posting them shortly as I am dying to read them?
17th Apr 2009, 10:03 PM
Not yet LOL, I'm trying to space them out :]
Watch this spaceee! x
17th Apr 2009, 10:05 PM
Okay, well good luck!
18th Apr 2009, 03:30 PM
Thanks for your interest ^_^ Be sure to leave comments; feedback really keeps me motivated and what's a better way of trying to make a story go your way other than leaving some comments? Thanks :]
Chapter Seven - Arrivals
Scarlett Keat had been missing for a while but there was more to it. It wasn’t a simple kidnap, neither was it a run-away case. She came home when Sakura and Alison were out. Nobody knew where Scarlett was. Everybody was delirious of where she could be. Everybody but Alison. Scarlett knew where her bread was buttered. Would that be why Alison had started to take Sakura out? The answers were nowhere to be seen or heard. Scarlett had thought about going to Japan many times. Indulge in the Hello Kitty parades in Tokyo which her father spoke about. It was all so beautiful, all so far away from reality. Scarlett knew Sakura will one day need her, maybe Alison too. Scarlett had always wanted one thing from Alison; her approval.
Scarlett headed straight towards the kitchen. She had hardly eaten. She sometimes wondered why she couldn’t come home, but she just couldn’t. All she wanted was to be herself again. The phone began to ring. Scarlett ignored it, waiting for the answer phone message. Beep went the answer phone, the message coming shortly after.
“Hello Mrs Keat, Officer Price here from the Vixendale police station. We’ve got a lead on the absence of your daughter. No guarantees yet but we might have found her current location. We’ll keep you well informed. Have a nice day,”
Scarlett rolled her eyes. Such a mystery over nothing. All she needed was someone like the snooty Ferguson sisters, Brittany Ferguson with luck, to see her through the window and that was it. The whole of Vixendale would know. Scarlett sighed as she opened the family fridge. She saw the usual food; it reminded her of her family.
Thanks for the cookies mum, such a shame you’re not here to witness me eat them.
“This is the life!” Ayesha said to herself as she lounged on her new couch in her new home. No more parents, no more depending on others. She was finally her own woman. Yeah baby! Ayesha smiled as she watched some lame program on her own new TV in her own new living/dining room. She really could not get over the amount of space she had, all to herself. The house even had two bedrooms! So much space, so little residents. It was a shame Ayesha didn’t have anybody to share her massive bed with but she didn’t let it bother her. Partners were irritating, whatever gender. All they did was whine and moan and expect you to hold their hand whenever they pleased. Some people needed space; Ayesha was one of those people.
“Maybe one day,” Ayesha sighed, a content smile on her face as she relaxed.
“Now who on earth could that be,” Ayesha teased herself, groaning with satisfactory as she got out of her comfortable spot. She picked up the receiver.
“Hello?” Ayesha said, she heard a gasp from the other end of the line.
“She picked up! Ayesha’s on the phone! Yes mum, on the phone! She seems okay mum! Ayesha!” She heard Steven scream, Ayesha laughed.
“Steve you goon, what do you want?” Ayesha asked as Steven took a long draw for breath.
“Me, a goon? That’s no way to greet your brother missy!” Steven replied, he sounded extremely excited. It was a lovely feeling to know you’re missed. Ayesha liked this feeling, a lot.
“How are you?” Steven asked, Ayesha smiled.
“I’m very happy, I do miss home though,” Ayesha admitted, twirling her hair around her finger.
“What about you?”
“I’m okay but I miss my shopping buddy,” Steven replied, Ayesha pictured the signature pout that would be on his face. Bless him, good ol’ Steve.
“I’m sure you could find a replacement,” Ayesha sympathized, listening to her mother moaning in the background. Ayesha started to feel a bit homesick. Was moving out such a good idea after all?
“I suppose,” Steven replied, yawning.
“No one will ever replace you though, Ayesha!”
“I should hope so!” Ayesha giggled, releasing her hair from around her finger.
“Shut up mum, I’ll ask in a minute! You don’t give up, do you?” Steven shouted back at his mother’s moaning. Ayesha grinned.
“What does she want to ask?” Ayesha asked, Steven sighed.
“Something about you having kids,” Steven replied, Ayesha frowned.
“Tell her she won’t see a few of those for a while!” Ayesha said, Steven repeated his sister’s words to his mother.
“I miss you sis,” Steven sighed, Ayesha put on a weak smile.
“I miss you too,” Ayesha replied, sighing back.
Next time on Vixendale; what's up with Elizabeth [Libby]? Which Vixendale citizen really proves themself to be dumb?
Enjoy! Feedback wanted! x
19th Apr 2009, 10:47 AM
I'm getting a bit concerned about this story. It's not that I'm doing it for comments, but they keep me motivated and my confidence is dropping as it seems nobody is interested in this story so I'd like someone honest to point out exactly what's wrong with it :P Thanks to Kyle & danirawr for the advice they have given me so far, you're absolutely lovely. <3
Chapter Eight - A Rush of Trauma
A lot of thoughts were running through Elizabeth’s mind.
How could you think your own mother is a murderer, you stupid bitch?
Hurtful and hateful thoughts, to be exact. Thoughts that managed to make Elizabeth sad. People say there’s no place like home but Elizabeth disagreed. This place was no longer a home, as far as Magda was concerned. It was now a gold digging society, her mother being the president of the club. Elizabeth wasn’t interested in money. She loved her friends. Elizabeth missed seeing her friends. Note to self: give Karina a call.
Karina really needed the company, surely? Elizabeth needed it too. That makes two.
“Libby! Dinner is ready!” Magda shouted, Elizabeth’s face formed a look of confusing. Magda? Cooking? Since when? Elizabeth smiled. Mother had finally gone through some effort for her daughter. Things were looking up and all within ten minutes. Elizabeth got up and entered the big dining/entrance hall area. Their house was nothing special but it was a nice bungalow. Nice enough for the two of them, anyhow. Elizabeth sat down at the table, sniffing to see what she had cooked.
“What have you done, mum?” Elizabeth asked, smiling. Magda smiled back.
Mac and cheese, perhaps a lunch meat sandwich?
“Spaghetti bolognaise,” Magda replied, Elizabeth began to grin.
“I have a bone to pick with you though,”
“Which would be?” Elizabeth wondered, Magda frowned.
“Where on earth did you go earlier? Meredith and I were very worried!” Magda stressed, Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
“To see dad,” Elizabeth replied, Magda frowned with sympathy.
“Look, pet, I know it’s hard but so many people around here have lost a parent,” Magda replied, placing Elizabeth’s plate down.
“I mean, look at Karina; she has no parents, only Meredith and Rob,”
“I know mum but, ergh, it’s difficult,” Elizabeth sighed; Magda gave her shoulder a squeeze.
“I might have found you a stepfather, anyway,” Magda replied, Elizabeth perked up. Not in the happy way, in the intrigued way.
“Oh yeah?” Elizabeth pondered, almost insisting Magda to continue.
“Yep, he has a Ferrari and a big house!” Magda fantasized, grinning boldly.
“Oh right,” Elizabeth replied, frowning slightly.
“I like them old and rich, Libby,” Magda smiled, Elizabeth smiled back.
“Was dad old and rich?” Elizabeth asked, Magda shrugged uneasily.
“Not much older than me and rich? Have to be kidding me!” Magda laughed, looking around the bungalow.
“We wouldn’t be living in a standard bungalow if he was very rich but he did have spare cash, dear,”
“Lovely, cool, really.” Elizabeth managed to croak out. What a thing to say to your daughter. Magda wasn’t the smartest of people, no way. She was as smart as a light bulb, only lights up when it’s got assistance.
Cheryl was screaming from the balcony. The whole town could probably hear.
“What?” William asked, hurrying to the scene. He stared at the look on Cheryl’s face. It was one he could not distinguish. Upset…horror? Right or wrong or wrong or right; the problem wasn’t fixing any sooner. William the builder? No, no; keep the agony aunt.
“Don’t just stare at me, you gormless idiot!” Cheryl whined causing William to snap back into reality. Agony aunt it is, no damage on the balcony was visible.
“What is wrong?” William asked as there didn’t seem to be a problem.
“My hair!" Cheryl screamed, quite bluntly. It wasn’t blunt to William.
“I don’t know why it’s like this! Isn’t peroxide meant to retain the strength of hair etc?” Cheryl continued, William raised an eyebrow.
What an idiot, William thought.
“You once were on a training course to be a hairdresser, right?” William asked, Cheryl nodded.
“Well, what a dumb hairdresser you were!”
“I’m not dumb!” Cheryl exclaimed, close to tears.
“Peroxide doesn’t do that, stupid,” William laughed, Cheryl groaned uncomfortably.
“I’m not stupid either!” Cheryl argued, frowning.
“What’s the capital of China?” William asked, Cheryl gave it a lot of thought. China. Geography lessons, year seven. They learned about capitals some day, but when? Oh! That was the day when Michael Flynn got his hair cut. So cute!
“Erm, hm, Korea?” Cheryl replied, William rolled his eyes.
“That’s a country, just like Barcelona apparently is,” William laughed, Cheryl frowned. She was becoming agitated. How dare William insult her? He couldn’t even get a girlfriend! Cheryl had a new boyfriend every time she went clubbing! Although, she got so drunk she couldn’t remember having one at all but what the heck, who cares anyway? Cheryl was the queen, of this household at least. Plain and simple.
“Your hair doesn’t look damaged, if that’s what you’re saying,” William replied, honestly. He smiled at his sister. Oh what a role model, even if she was younger.
“Look at the top of my head, stupid,” Cheryl spat, William took a look.
All he could see was roots. No grey hairs, no damage; just roots.
“The dark things!” Cheryl cried, losing grip of all self-control. She really did look like she was going to gnaw William’s head off now.
“They’re roots,” William replied, Cheryl gave him a blank look. Roots?
“You know, you dyed your hair; you’re gonna get roots, sis,”
“So… no damage?” Cheryl asked, fascinated. Roots. They say you learn something new everyday.
“No damage, now come indoors and watch TV with me; you look so agonized,” William replied, relief pouring onto Cheryl’s once-traumatized face.
He pulled his sister into a secure hug before taking her downstairs with him.
They sat downstairs in the main reception room, flicking through the channels together as they talked through, well, Cheryl, Cheryl, Me, Myself and I and, well, more Cheryl. William didn’t mind though. His sister needed the company.
“Ooh, let’s watch that!” Cheryl exclaimed, talking about the channel with Fairly Odd Parents on.
“Tracy Beaker’s on next too!”
“Are we hell watching a load of kids’ rubbish!” William replied, causing Cheryl to sigh.
“Let’s watch the news, Cher,”
“No! I hate the news,” Cheryl groaned, reaching for the remote. Before she could reach it, William grabbed it and flicked over to channel 1 to watch the news.
“Put it on the channel with Tracy Beaker on next!” Cheryl complained, William laughed.
“No, the news is more important,” William argued, Cheryl began to whine.
“Who even cares about the news?” Cheryl spat, getting all huffy.
“I do!” William admitted, watching it happily.
“You’re an outcast though,” Cheryl laughed, with a fragile smile.
“Now gimme that remote!”
“No?” William replied, Cheryl sighed.
“Fine, whatever,” Cheryl said, admitting defeat.
“I’ve just had a catastrophe verging onto mental breakdown and you’re already playing couch commando? Typical.”
Next time on Vixendale; looks like there's some tension going on in the happy families!
19th Apr 2009, 12:15 PM
Hey, you still got me as one of your readers :D
Your story is good, you don't have anything to worry about.
There might be some flaws, but not like other stories that I read (wrote)
And I absolutely love Cheryl's hair! Where did you get it?
19th Apr 2009, 12:17 PM
I can't actually remember ¬_¬
It was on a forum defo and was listed as 'Lady GaGa Pokerface hair'
I'll see if I can track it down
& tyvm :]
19th Apr 2009, 12:18 PM
This is great so far, I'm loving all the drama...but I am a bit confused as to who's who at the mo :)
19th Apr 2009, 12:26 PM
Thank you:P Yeah I can understand why, do you think it'd be best if I posted a Cast's list as a Chapter kinda thing?
& Deco, I'm not sure whether this is the hair actually ;/, but I've found a lookalike & I'll pm you :)
Scrap that, found the real version :]
19th Apr 2009, 12:39 PM
I *think* you should make a cast list so people wouldn't be confused.
PS: Gonna use that hair until it gets all dirty and stuff :p
19th Apr 2009, 12:44 PM
No need to thank me, I didn't do anything.
I still think your story is good. It's got a great start, and is getting into the plot in a smooth way. I agree with the previous poster though, it can be a bit confusing as to who is who.
19th Apr 2009, 01:35 PM
Vixendale is a sweet community full of drama, which consists of:
The Brown Family First appearance: Chapter Three.
Ayesha Brown is a new bachelorette. She is the sister of Steven Brown and the daughter of Pasco and Jennifer Brown. As a child, she was a gospel singer but gave it up to concentrate on her education, which she almost flunked due to Pasco's illness which developed in 1999.
Steven Brown is rather camp. His mother, Jennifer Brown, is forever nagging at him as she is ashamed of her son. He is pretty wacky and has bright blue hair.
Jennifer Brown lost her first child at a young age and ever since it has shook her up. She is a real moaner and loves a good ol' nag, possibly the reason why Ayesha moved out.
Pasco Brown is a retired army cadet. It was hard for him to retire as he was so close to becoming a general but had to due to his suddenly developed heart disease, main symptom being stress.
The Jones Family First appearance: Chapter One.
Cheryl Bonita Jones is a wannabe diva. Her main dreams are becoming the next Katie Price, marrying a footballer and becoming a pop singer, perhaps a glamour model too. She is actually a very insecure person and nobody knows the real Cheryl, just what she was morphed to be by her glamour model mum, Juliet Esmé Jones, a distant relative of the one and only, Marilyn Monroe. She doesn't listen to her brothers pety opinions because, quite simply, she is all that matters in this household.
William Victor Jones is a tagalong [of his sister] who really just wants the easy life, nothing compared to what his sister wants. He has many friends in the community and misses his father, Christopher Jones, a lot. William gets very miffed when his sister doesn't listen to him.
The Ferguson Family First appearance: Chapter Three.
Tiffany Ferguson is a very observant woman who loves to be top notch. She has an ego the size of a house and completely envies Cheryl Bonita Jones. She is a musician and loves to play the piano to soak up the glory from her family. The smell of success in the morning really motivates her ego. She is a pretty redhead.
Brittany Ferguson is a fashion designer. She is very, very snooty and stuck up. Many people like her only because if you don't, she'll destroy you. She is very bossy and loves to think, infact know, she's in control. She is a blonde who wears designer glasses & designer clothes.
Brett Ferguson is slightly feminine but is straight sexuality wise. He is single and would love a family and a mansion but, at the moment, has to share with his family. Unlucky.
Kristopher Ferguson is a wise old man who loves his wife dearly. He worked very hard for his money and dislikes people who get given their riches. Kristopher is secretly ashamed that his children grew up the way he did but knows he cannot change it now.
Leila Ferguson is a snobby cow with a mission of taking over Vixendale. She is very patriotic and loves her family. She has never had to work in her whole life and loves her husband['s fortunes possibly]
The Keat Family First appearance: Chapter Two.
Alison Keat is a complete bitch. She is 40 years of age and hates her first daughter, Scarlett Keat, with a passion. She is of Japanese orientation and can speak it fluently, but has managed to master the English tongue. Her husband, who has not been named in the story yet, moved to Japan in 2007 to get away from the schemes Alison used to conduct.
Sakura Keat is a little girl whos heart belongs to her sister, Scarlett. She misses her sister dearly and has always suspected something on the absense of Scarlett.
Scarlett Keat has not been seen by the residents of Vixendale for a while now. Some say they've seen her ghost, some say they saw her get abducted by aliens; who knows?!
The Stringer Family First appearance: Chapter One.
Karina Stringer is the cousin of Bethany Stringer and the niece of Meredith and Robert Stringer. She loves her cousin dearly but cannot get over the death of her parents, which was a fatal hot air balloon accident on their 20 year anniversary.
Bethany Stringer is your average girl with strong feelings towards her cousin. She hates what her mother has done to herself but realizes there's nothing she can do. She is blonde and pretty with light brown eyes along with a monroe piercing.
Robert Stringer is a casual man who loves his wife, despite her recent obsessions. He doesn't mind spending money but is becoming fed up with Meredith's wild shopping antics and spending sprees.
Meredith Stringer is a plastic fantastic barbie doll who is obsessed with clothes, shoes and plastic surgery, despite having a grown up daughter. People around Vixendale believe she should grow up but Meredith doesn't care. She isn't changing for anybody!
The Cullen Family First appearance: Chapter Four.
Lisa Cullen is a young mother who enjoys shopping. She is very down to earth and is a good friend. Nothing bad is ever said about her as she hasn't got anything nasty to say about anybody.
David Cullen loves his family and wife to pieces. He is 6 years older than Lisa and they are deeply in love. One day he hopes to have another addition to the family and, secretly, Lisa feels the same.
Hannah-Louise Cullen is different to her parents. She feels like an outcast and is influenced by other peoples happenings, which has morphed her to be the cow she is today. She always regrets being a bitch and is always very sorry if she offends anybody.
Chelsea-May Cullen is best friends with Sakura Keat. She idolizes her mother and doesn't get on with her sister. When she grows up, she'd like to be a lawyer as she is very, very argumentative.
The Harding Family First appearance: Chapter Six
Magda Loveday Harding is a gold digger, who's husband died in a weird road accident. Nobody is sure of what happened in the event but Magda was left with his bungalow and his belongings, let alone cash. She is good friends with Meredith Stringer but secrely envies the 'hooker'.
Elizabeth Harding is usually called Libby and she wishes her father was still alive. She comes to his grave when she falls out with her mother. She has many suspicions over his death but none that she could possibly voice without causing a complete scene.
Obviously, I'll update this when characters come & go.
19th Apr 2009, 02:21 PM
Thanks, that helped clear things up A LOT :)
19th Apr 2009, 03:17 PM
Very helpful. I love the names you've used, they really suit the characters.
19th Apr 2009, 04:02 PM
I'm really pleased with the comments I've recieved so far, so thank you :] I hope the cast list clears all confusion up. If not, send me a message or drop me a line; I'll clear it up :) x
Chapter Nine - Clashes
It had been a long day for Meredith and Robert Stringer. Bethany’s 18th was only 3 days away and they were unsure on how Bethany was going to celebrate it, considering Scarlett had miraculously disappeared, Karina wasn’t even talking anymore and Bethany was in no mood for parties. It was dinner time. Meredith had managed to whip up some Chili Con Carne and they all tucked in, almost happily.
“Beth, darling, we need to decide what you’re doing for your 18th!” Meredith said, cheerfully starting a conversation.
“Oh yes, perhaps you and Karina could have a joint birthday?” Robert suggested, grinning. Karina let out a quiet sigh.
“Doesn’t look like that’s happening,” Bethany mumbled, below her voice.
“Yes, good idea, Rob!” Meredith chirped in, contently eating her meal.
“That would be wonderful,”
“What would you like to do for your birthday, Bethany dear?” Robert asked, giving his daughter the ‘cheer up’ sympathy look.
“I don’t know, my best friend doesn’t even exist round these parts anymore,” Bethany replied quietly, stirring her spoon around her steamy meal.
“I miss Scarlett so, so much,”
“She will come home dear, I hear the police are involved now,” Meredith replied, cheerfully. Bethany gave her mum a smile.
“I suppose Hannah-Louise or whatever her name is would be a good person to invite?” Robert suggested, Bethany thought politely.
“Yeah, could be,” Bethany replied, thanking her father for the kind suggestion.
“You’re ever so quiet, Karina,” Meredith said to her niece, concerned.
“Mhm,” Karina replied, quietly. She didn’t know what to say. What did she want to say except I love you Beth? As in family love, of course.
“This was so lovely Meredith honey,” Robert smiled as he finished the last scrap.
“Thank you and make it more often!”
“Of course I will,” Meredith replied, grinning as Robert left the table. Meredith soon finished and followed him from the table. Karina began to get up.
“Wait,” Bethany suddenly said, watching Karina as she sat back down.
“What?” Karina mumbled, Bethany rolled her eyes.
“What have you got to be upset about at this point in time?” Bethany asked, frowning.
“You weren’t the one accused of being a fake!”
“I don’t honestly care anymore,” Karina sighed, frowning back.
“I can’t wait till I’m 18; I’ll leave this sympathy hole!”
“Please, don’t go,” Bethany requested, unhappily.
“I want you to stay,”
“Whatever,” Karina snapped, hardly amused by such a showcase.
“Share my birthday with me, please?” Bethany asked, Karina swallowed hard. This was something she wanted, really wanted. The company, the joy. But she couldn’t give up the act. She couldn’t let go of the horrible tone. She really didn’t want to say it.
“No.” Karina replied, bluntly.
“What on earth did you think you were doing, coming home at bloody 4am?” Jennifer Brown moaned at her son, Steven Brown.
“No sweat mum, I was just out, okay?” Steven replied, sighing.
“Your father is getting old and what do you do? Wake him up at 4am!” Jennifer moaned, Steven frowned.
“I didn’t mean to mum!” Steven replied, Jennifer frowned. She shrugged shortly afterwards.
“What on earth are we meant to do with you, Steve?” Jennifer asked, sounding a bit upset.
“With your blue hair and childish antics! You probably won’t even give me some grandchildren,”
“I can’t help my sexuality, mum,” Steven frowned, Jennifer sighed.
“I think you should move out soon,” Jennifer admitted, stretching uneasily.
“What? This is my home!” Steven complained, pouting.
“That pout doesn’t work with me!” Jennifer laughed, grinning slightly.
“I wish Ayesha still lived at home,” Steven sighed, frowning. Jennifer frowned back. She missed her baby girl, her favourite.
“I miss her too, she was my baby!” Jennifer replied, Steven suddenly turned angry.
“Oh right and I guess that means I’m nothing?” Steven asked, furiously.
“Don’t get jealous of your sister!” Jennifer spat back, her own face looking angry.
“’Cause I’m that childish, aren’t I mum?” Steven replied, half sarcastic.
“Look at yourself with your pink and black hair. Why can’t you just accept your going grey?”
“Be quiet, you nasty fool,” Jennifer snapped. How had she managed to get such a rowdy son when Ayesha was such a pleasant, lovely girl? It remained unanswered and Jennifer wanted answers, fast.
20th Apr 2009, 03:56 AM
Poor Karina. I hope everything turns out okay for her :(
20th Apr 2009, 04:15 AM
Before I read the final paragraph I was thinking 'and the SON is childish for having blue hair? Look at the mum!'
20th Apr 2009, 10:38 AM
The cast list helps a lot :)
And the update's great!
21st Apr 2009, 07:07 PM
Thanks for all the support so far :D <3
Chapter Ten - Awkward Encounters
Ayesha Brown had been spending a lot of time on the internet lately. She had recently purchased a new computer to go in her new home with her brand spanking new wages! Woohoo! She rarely spoke to her family; she barely even picked up the phone. But why? Ayesha suddenly froze. There was one thing she wanted to say to this mysterious person she was typing to online. That was ‘I think I’m falling in love with you.’ Ayesha sighed and continued to type. She had met a handsome young charmer called Peter Longworth who had a job in accounts in a big, fancy office in SimCity. He seemed very nice, Ayesha liked him a lot.
PeterL1983: How are you today, princess?
Ayesha555: I am okay, what about you?
PeterL1983: I suppose I’m good, but I’d love to meet you.
Ayesha555: And maybe you could ..?
PeterL1983: Why would you want to meet me? :/
Ayesha knew what she wanted to say.
Because I love you.
Ayesha555: Because I do? Why don’t you come to mine for dinner?
PeterL1983: Are you sure?
Ayesha555: Of course I am sure!
PeterL1983: Thank you so much! I must be off now; I’m on the 1pm shift! I’ll see you later; do email me your address so I can find my way. Bye x x x x
PeterL1983 signed offline.
Scarlett Keat was usually spotted around the Wildlife Park. Nobody actually spotted her though. She wished they would. She considered getting a taxi home. Nobody would know its Scarlett Keat, the missing girl from Vixendale. Not a taxi driver, anyway. She sighed. When was she ever going to be allowed home? She knew Sakura and Alison wouldn’t be home. Maybe she should phone her dad? Yes, she should. That was a great idea. One thing Scarlett didn’t understand was why the police were involved. It was only a fall out, only a ‘never come back!’ Scarlett kept to her word. She wasn’t going back. She knew the consequences if she went back.
“Don’t you ever come back, you brat, or I’ll banish you from seeing your father, from seeing Sakura! You don’t fool me, Scarlett Keat! Stay away from here if you know what’s good for you and what’s good for your family!”
Her mother’s exact words. It was clear she wasn’t wanted and it was clear she could not, by any means, go home.
Scarlett decided she was going to go home. Sakura and Alison would be out. It’s a shame she felt like a criminal, like an intruder, in her very own home. She got up and rung the Taxi firm, who shortly picked her up to deliver her back to her home.
Home sweet home, Scarlett thought as she got out of the taxi. She grabbed the newspaper and walked indoors. Nothing like catching up on the local gossip. Scarlett sat down and flicked through the newspaper until something caught her eye.
‘Murder, She Claimed!’
As Scarlett looked deeper into the article, she exclaimed as she saw her picture on it.
’35 year old mother, Alison Keat, from Vixendale, has been left traumatized as she claims her daughter, Scarlett Keat, is dead. Police are still investigating into the mystery of Scarlett Keat and refuse to give into Alison Keat’s claims.
‘We just want her to come home!’ Alison Keat was heard saying in her local Simerfield.
‘What did we do to ever deserve such a tragedy? Her sister misses her terribly and so do I!’
Friends and family all over Vixendale are concerned of Scarlett’s absence, as well. While police are searching for Scarlett, Alison is left calling her husband for support.
‘We just want her to come home’ were Alison’s last words on the matter.’
“What the actual f-”
“Sakura, did you have a nice time at the Zoo?” Alison said, walking up the path with Sakura.
“Yes mummy, I did,” Sakura replied, as they walked up the path.
“Shame Scazzy wasn’t here to enjoy it with me,”
Scarlett began to panic. She could hear her sister and mother outside.
22nd Apr 2009, 02:27 AM
I wonder what Alison will say if she finds Sakura. I'm interested to know what this big falling out was over.
22nd Apr 2009, 04:27 AM
I like the update :D
22nd Apr 2009, 05:24 AM
Oooh. I'm very intrigued, cant wait for update :)
22nd Apr 2009, 05:11 PM
Hehe. I am glad you like the chapter :D
I may update later on :)
23rd Apr 2009, 04:55 PM
What am I going to do?!
Scarlett jumped to her feet. Any minute now and Sakura and Alison would spot her. She had no time to waste. Scarlett didn’t know what would really happen if Alison saw her. Neither did she want to find out.
Scarlett glanced at it. Not enough time. Not enough time!
They say, well, Cheryl quoted from that typical American film Clueless, that when you die, you see all these... thoughts. Scarlett didn’t know if she was going to die, but she knew she certainly weren’t having many thoughts. No time for thoughts. She legged it upstairs when the door opened. She didn’t think. She walked along the upstairs corridor, heading towards the final flight of stairs.
“Can you hear something upstairs, Sakura?” Alison wondered, Scarlett gulped.
No. Please say no!
“No mummy, maybe it’s a rat?” Sakura pondered, Alison sighed.
No! Don’t check; you don’t have any flipping rats!
“Don’t be silly Sakura, we don’t have rats,” Alison replied, letting her mind rest. Scarlett’s body flooded with relief as she climbed the next flight of stairs, right into the old storage room. Nobody came up here, why would they? Cheap furniture and odd bits were crammed in this room. Although, there was a fridge. It usually contained the old crisps Sakura used to eat. The only thing that worried Scarlett was the upstairs bathroom. Did Sakura or Alison use it? She wasn’t sure.
What am I going to do?!
The thought flooded back in her head. She couldn’t stay up here, could she? It smelt musty and dust had collected in the room. Scarlett heaved as her eyes began to water.
What could she do?
The fall out between Bethany and Karina Stringer was still progressing, but not for much longer. Both of them were sat in their bedroom, having a heart-to-heart chat.
“I don’t want to ruin your birthday, Beth,” Karina said, frowning.
“Then don’t, share it with me?” Bethany asked, pouting.
“I’m worried because I may ruin it with my sudden swings!” Karina admitted, frowning. Karina really wanted this, so bad. Bethany wanted it too, luckily enough.
“The only thing you’re ruining is our friendship, our bond!” Bethany moaned, Karina rolled her eyes.
“Mum always said you were a drama queen!” Karina teased, Bethany grinned.
“Drama queen by day, complete party princess by night!” Bethany replied, a proud smile forming on her smooth face.
“’Cause being a gangster is like hella tight!” Karina mocked, laughing. Bethany felt warm. Karina was seemingly happy and so was she.
“You? Gangster? Don’t make me laugh!” Bethany joked, laughing also.
“Unfair!” Karina simply said, pouting like a good ’un.
“Karina Stringer, you are too cute!” Bethany gushed, in awe of Karina’s sweet face.
“No I’m not,” Karina replied, shyly knocking Bethany’s sentence. She was anything but cute in her opinion.
“Yes you are, don’t make me argue with you!” Bethany insisted, grinning.
“Okay, I’m cute, whatever,” Karina replied, sighing with defeat.
“Scarlett was also very cute,” Bethany sighed, Karina frowned.
“I’m sure she still is,” Karina said, sighing also.
“See, I ruin everything! You wouldn’t feel like this if I wasn’t here!”
“You don’t Kari, shut up,” Bethany insisted, bluntly. She tried not to let Karina’s ongoing depression swings get to her. It was difficult with such an ugly atmosphere but she managed.
“I know what’ll cheer us all up,” Bethany added, carefully.
“What?” Karina mumbled, Bethany smiled.
“You’ll see!” Bethany replied, rising to her feet. Karina daren’t look up.
Karina finally looked up to see what she was doing. Bethany smiled as she watched her cousin.
“Well, what are you doing?” Karina asked with confusion, Bethany simply shrugged.
“You’ll see!” Bethany replied, grinning at Karina’s impatience. Karina raised an eyebrow. She was fascinated, not used to such a feeling. Suspense, wonder and high hopes yet all in one. Suddenly, her feeling was blocked out by a loud noise, filling her ears with beautiful tunes, her toes with rhythm and her mind with lyrics.
“Before you say something, there’s more to the emergency cheer up program than just music!” Bethany grinned, beginning to dance.
“No…” Karina suddenly stuttered, shaking her head.
“Don’t be such a spoil sport!” Bethany laughed, Karina began to feel intimidated.
“I can’t dance!” Karina complained, Bethany shrugged mid-way through dancing.
“Stop whining like a baby and get up!” Bethany snapped, rather kindly to be fair. Not a nasty snap, more of a safely sharp tone. Karina sighed and rose to her feet. She joined Bethany and danced. She had never really danced before. Karina hated her old school discos, especially the school prom. What a disaster that was.
“You aren’t even bad!” Bethany admired, Karina was touched.
“Thanks! You’re real good, though,” Karina replied, flattered by such a compliment.
“I had lessons, silly,” Bethany corrected, lightly. Karina let out an ‘ohh!’
“You’re such a good person, Beth,” Karina replied, smiling happily as she danced.
“Just like you’re a good cousin, Kari,” Bethany responded, smiling back.
“Share my birthday with me?”
Karina didn’t bother to think it over. Neither did she bother to let the regret come boiling right into her mind, into her body. It was simple, her answer self-explanatory.
“Sure,” Karina agreed, grinning like she had never before.
Next time on Vixendale; look into the love of the oldest couple in Vixendale.
24th Apr 2009, 04:02 AM
Scarlett is very pretty!
24th Apr 2009, 04:34 PM
Thank you :D
I am thinking of starting another story but I'd probably keep this one going :)
25th Apr 2009, 03:53 PM
Leila and Kristopher Ferguson were getting old now, but not old enough to fall out of love. They were very much in love, or that’s how it seemed.
“I never want to throw our marriage away, Leila,” Kristopher admitted, holding his wife close. Leila smiled at his declaration of love, it was beautiful to hear.
“I feel exactly the same,” Leila replied, taking grip of his hand as well.
“Look at the empire we’ve built together, look at our beautiful children,”
Kristopher couldn’t help but frown at the empire comment.
“Yes, our children are beautiful,” Kristopher agreed, sighing with no care in the world. Leila sighed all the same, happily.
They enjoyed getting away from the family by sitting in the sheltered area in their grounds. It was a beautiful spot, especially at night. And, better yet, it was away from reality, away from still having to feed their children, even though they were old enough to stand on their own two feet. They always wanted it to be just the two of them in their old age and this was as close at it gets.
Kristopher let go, out of the cuddle, to gaze into his wife’s eyes.
“You are the most beautiful lady I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Kristopher said, smiling.
“You are the kindest man I’ve ever met,” Leila replied, she looked at his lips then moved back up into his eyes. Was she avoiding lip contact? Kristopher looked at his wife, stroking her hair as he cleared his throat.
“Can I keep you?” Kristopher asked, delicately looking at Leila’s fragile face with care. The moment was intense. Leila nodded without making a single noise.
“You’re my fair lady, my queen,” Kristopher whispered. The moment was delicate, as if violins were silently playing in the back ground. Hearts were on fire and worlds were colliding as the oldest couple in Vixendale portrayed their love. It’s as if the drama didn’t matter anymore and neither did the empire, the establishment they had produced. Only Leila and Kristopher mattered and their love.
“I’m in love with you,” Leila replied, her tone weak and fragile. She didn’t waste anymore time. They didn’t waste anymore time.
Next time on Vixendale; is this moment of passion for real or just a typical fling?
25th Apr 2009, 09:38 PM
:!!: WARNING: this chapter contains WooHoo, which will hopefully be harmless to readers. Enjoy!
It was Bethany’s 18th birthday. She invited close people such as Meadow T, Hannah-Louise, Magda and Elizabeth. Bethany air kissed her guests as they arrived and put on some tunes for them to enjoy.
“Perhaps you should do the cake now, Meredith?” Robert suggested, Meredith thought hard.
“Perhaps you’re right, Bob,” Meredith replied, smiling. She wandered into the kitchen to light the candles.
“Come on girls! Birthday girl’s cake is ready!” Meredith yelled when she had finished. The girls tumbled into the kitchen as Bethany stood in front of her cake.
Bethany blew out her candles to receive a cheer from all of the party guests as she grew into her new form. She became disappointed as she didn’t notice the different immediately but it wasn’t her real birthday until tomorrow, just the celebration.
They all went into the living room like a flock of sheep.
“Is it okay if my cousin, Richard Stratus, comes?” Meadow asked, Meredith laughed cheerfully.
“The more the merrier!” Meredith giggled, jumping to her feet.
“Now where’s that expensive vodka I’ve been saving?”
Karina rolled her eyes and giggled as she spoke to her friends. Meadow rose to her feet as the doorbell rung.
“That’ll be Ricky!” Meadow smiled, getting the door.
Bethany was bopping her head to the music, feeling slightly lonely as Karina snuggled in between their friends, happily chatting. Bethany’s loneliness didn’t survive long though, mind you.
“So you’re the birthday girl?” Richard asked, beginning to dance with her.
“Well, yeah,” Bethany replied, smiling at his company. He was kinda cute, you know.
“How’s the party, show girl?” Richard asked, appearing to admire Bethany. Almost drooling at her goddess-like appearance, in Richard’s opinion, he tried to control himself.
Girls aren’t good for you, Rick, thought Richard.
“It’s a bit better now you’re here,” Bethany replied, her puppy dog eyes shining in the party atmosphere.
All they do is tease you, tempt you…
“I’m pleased I’ve come to your rescue,” Richard smiled, trying to keep the heat low.
“Perhaps you could be my hero?” Bethany prowled, shooting him a flirty look.
Try to seduce you…
“Maybe in a later life?” Richard heard himself saying, his angelic side of his conscience speaking out.
“Why not now?” Bethany asked, disappointed.
Or maybe it’s you who’s the enemy here…
“Let’s have a party in your bedroom, gorgeous” Richard whispered, she dragged him through the door of her bedroom without being noticed by anybody, luckily, and it wasn’t long before things really heated up.
“You’re a good kisser, diva,” Richard purred, Bethany gave him a wink.
“Thanks,” Bethany replied, Richard began to move down onto her neck.
“What are you doing?”
He needn’t reply. Especially not when her mother experiences the obscene statement he’s leaving on her precious neck.
Bethany sighed with delight as he made his mark on her neck.
He soon moved from her neck and stared her in the face. Things weren’t quite hot enough not, not hot enough for Richard. Bethany was a vulnerable girl, possibly a bit caught up in the moment in such an atmosphere as an 18th birthday. Richard didn’t let that stop him.
“What now?” Bethany asked causing Richard to smirk dirtily.
“Don’t ask, just do,” Richard briskly ordered, quietly.
He hitched her up onto his body and their lips collided, their tongues locked as the room heated up and the pace sped up.
“Where on earth is Beth?” Meadow wondered, Hannah-Louise shrugged.
“Maybe she’s in her bedroom?” Hannah-Louise wondered, looking at Karina.
“Should I check?” Karina replied, everybody nodded except Elizabeth. She was a logical kid and at this moment was when some logic kicked in.
“No,” Elizabeth replied, searching the room.
“I think the question you should all ask yourself is where on earth Meadow’s cousin is.”
“Ooh,” Hannah-Louise replied, getting the idea of where Elizabeth was coming from.
“Wouldn’t wanna walk in on that,” Meadow laughed, Karina giggled.
“Let’s just leave them,” Karina smiled, continuing to chat to her friends again.
“Why have you stopped baby?” Bethany panted, Richard stretched.
This is getting boring now.
“Not enough room on this couch,” Richard lied, but it was half true. He couldn’t get what he wanted on a measly sofa.
“We could move?” Bethany suggested, breathless from all of the sensation. She just didn’t want it to end.
“Where to?” Richard replied, Bethany thought.
“Parents room?” Bethany said, smiling. Richard grinned.
“They’ll be in the kitchen, you see,” Bethany added, getting up. The coast was clear. Karina and the guests were distracted as they snuck into the parents’ room. They climbed onto the bed eagerly and, to Richard’s disappointment, they continued to kiss but it was harder, faster. They had to stop for breath a lot.
Finally, he took control and stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Bethany asked, pouting.
“How far you wanna go, party princess?” Richard asked back, Bethany smirked.
“How far do you wanna take me, baby?” Bethany flirted, Richard grinned.
Truth was, she didn’t even know what she was doing.
Next time on Vixendale; date from heaven or date from hell?
1st May 2009, 03:13 PM
Ooohie! Your story is interesting..Quick question-Where did you get Cheryl's(at least I think that's her name, she has long hair with bangs and then dyed it blonde) hair? I really really really like it! Thanks:) I'll keep an eye on this..Bye!
1st May 2009, 04:06 PM
I'll pop you a PM to let you know. (:
I'll update soon, I've been so busy & unsure whether to continue this story!
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