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[Mollie Ellenior Smith]

Mollie opened her clutch again not even trying to pretend she was listening or cared what Melany said. Really Mollie would have taken off after her little speech she had given to Ethan. She was finished with these two. She needed to change her outfit and calm down. She needed to watch some TMNT.

Mollie chewed on her lip some more as she dug through her clutch. It was amazing how much stuff she could shove into such a small thing. She finally found what she was looking for... A nail file.

Mollie looked at the door when Melany ran out. She heard the boom outside and she saw the disaster of the storm that was raging outside. It made Mollie drop her newly found nail file. She was freaked glad she had thought before she ran out. She fumbled on the floor for her nail file hoping the stupid Ethan kid would keep quiet while Melany was gone.

“You think I know nothing about life?”

Mollie sighed. Nope he was going to fight her back. Great. She sucked in her lips and decided to sit on the floor. She had a feeling she was going to hear an earful of something.

“Foster care is nothing compared to what I went through. Did you have your mom try to kill you as a kid? I bet not. But it wasn't just once, no, for my entire childhood I had to deal with her homicide attempts, had to deal with knowing that my mom didn't want me, her only son at the time. And then when my brother was born--”

Mollie had watched him while he was talking for a bit. Wow... How heart breaking... Mollie had to bite back her sarcastic comment. She was over this boy and didn't want to waste her energy on him. She liked fighting with girls not boys. Mollie liked playing other games with boys.

Mollie watched as he laughed some. Mollie could tell he was uneasy. She figured he wasn't use to being so mean... He was the "nice guy". Mollie smiled a bit knowing she seemed to bring out the worst in people.....

“And when he was born, I became invisible. At least in foster care you had people paying attention to you, whether it was negative or not.”

Mollie couldn't help but sigh. She had been invisable. All the time actually. Foster's nubmer eight or so had tried to kill her. They just wanted the money she would get them... A lot of things happen when you are put in different houses every few months.

Mollie rolled her eyes and lifted to her hand so she could see her nails. She never puts colors on her nails. She could never keep up the color with her outfit. So, now Mollie keeps her nails a nude color so they look real.

“Believe me, if I had gotten adopted, my life would have been a lot better. And it's not like being adopted is a horrible thing. You're talking about it like it's a death sentence.”

Mollie started filing her nails. She wasn't even paying attention to Ethan any more. He didn't deserve her attention. She was more worried about what was going to happen to all her clothes. What if the storm had broken the window in her dorm? She had put out all her hair bows the other day! What if the wind was blowing them away and the rain was giving them water damage. Mollie filed her finger nail a little to hard.

“And if we're talking about how to live life, where does fixing your makeup in a hurricane lie?”

Mollie huffed and sucked on one of her fingers. She glared at Ethan from where she sat. Mollie didn't feel like answering the boy. She knew he wouldn't undersand! She fixed her make-up because thats what's important to her. Mollie only had herself so why not make what she had look good. It was the best for everyone. If she went around looking like Melany had all wet and in no shoes..... The world would probably end.

“Is that what you want to do for the rest of your life? Put gobs of makeup on in a situation that would probably end your life if you were outside? Great choice. I commend you on your vanity,”

Mollie could tell Ethan thought he had got her good. She could tell he belived what she said was a real Zinger. Well, he was wrong. One, Of course she was going to look good if she was in a life threatening situation. If she died she wanted to be found looking super hot. Then two, there is a lot worse stuff than vanity! Mollie laughed a little at the thought.

Mollie bit back her giggle by chewing on her lip. She had basicaly just laughed at every thing the boy just said. She nopened her clutch and threw her nail file in. Mollie got up to check herself out again in the mirror. She was itching to get out of this stupid rest room. Though when she was getting up the door reopened and Melany flung herself back in the room. Mollie gaped at her with an open mouth. Mollie though Melany couldn't have looked worse before she left.

“Pretty good idea with the chair,”

Ethan comnented. Mollie instead just sighed. She looked around the room and saw hers and Ethans lap tops. She smiled happy to see the silver outside of it. She slightly ran toward it arm outstretched. When she reached it she hugged it to her chest. Maybe She could talk to Mikey even in storms she could get a signal on her lap top. Thouhg before she could open her Ethan spoke again but only a little after thought comment. Mollie though stalked over to her side of the bathroom her computer clenched to her chest.

Before Mollie sat she looked at Melany. Her long lost twin. It was so weird to be here with her. Mollie slid down the bathroom wall. Her eyes only focused on the ground.

“How did you know I was adopted?”

Oh crap had Mollie said that she knew melany was adopted. Well, this couldn't be good. Mollie finished slliding down the wall to sit and was going to answer the question.. Well maybe skirt around the question.

“How do you know that she was adopted?”

Mollie almost threw her lap top at him. She was so annoyed at the moment. Mollie grinded her teeth to gether and glared. She needed out of this room! The storm was making her nervous and this guy was making her feisty.

"For your information my tw...."

Mollie sucked in her lips to stop her self. She let her eyes flick over to where Melany was now sitting. She wondered if they would have liked eachother growing up. If they would have been best friends. If they...

"My biological sister was named Melany Smith. She was adopted out when she was little. So was my older sister. No one ever wanted me. So I held on to the information I could find online of what my family use to be. I held onto what my life would have been like if my parents hadn't died. I watched as my sisters grew up and won contests and did good in school. Whatever I could find online about them."


Mollie was stareing at Melany. She had found her sisters grades from school on the internet and the many surfing competitions she had won. Mollie smiled some. Her eyes left Melany though and Mollie looked at her hands. She couldn't do this any more look at her sister here right now in the storm.

"She died though a month after my older sister did. She drowned. Just like Ellen, right before I came here. It's kind of ironic."

Mollie almost whispered. She opened her lap top hoping just to get on and get her mind off these two and the storm. the battery was dead though. So, Mollie pouted. She kept her eyes on the blank screen, stareing into the darkness.


word count: 1422 ;D
Notes: Sorry it sucks so bad but it is 2:37 am.....
Music: You guys snoring {No Joke}
Taggg: Melany

[Melany Elizabeth Smith]

Just Keep Swimming

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Melany’s heart began to race. She knew Mollie was talking about her. She had found her true family, after all these weeks of knowing she hadn’t actually had a family…she found one. She found where she truly belonged. Her eyes were trying to look into Mollie’s, to see if she meant what she had said. Melany tried to think of any memories she had had of her family, of anything that just clicked. She began to focus on that. She vaguely remembered a little girl, a mirror image of what she looked like when she was little, cutting up a dress. But she didn’t know what that had to do with anything. Melany kept trying to remember, she knew the memories of her happy family were buried somewhere inside her head…she just couldn’t find them. She wanted, no, she needed to remember. She had found her real family…and it was Mollie.

"She died though a month after my older sister did. She drowned. Just like Ellen, right before I came here. It's kind of ironic.”[/i]

Melany stopped breathing. She couldn’t believe what Mollie had just said. Her eyes tried to look directly into Mollie’s, but Mollie was no longer looking at her. Mollie was staring at her blank computer screen.

She didn’t know what to say. Mollie had described Melany’s life…the good grades, winning the competitions…and she had even said her sister’s name was Melany. How could someone be so similar to her…but not be her? Then, a new thought came to Melany. Mollie was lying. She wasn’t making eye contact with her anymore, and wouldn’t look up from her laptop. That was the hope Melany clung to. That one realization that she might have found her family was too great to just pretend she had never had. She knew Mollie had seemed familiar. They both had the same birthmark on the same wrist. They had the same face (though Mollie’s was covered in globs of make-up), the same skin tone, and even the same eyes. Melany had always thought her eyes were unique, she had never seen another person with eyes even similar to hers. But Mollie’s weren’t just similar, they were the exact same. They held the ocean in them, and looked like they were never ending. Calm and raging at the same time, those were Melany’s eyes…those were Mollie’s eyes.

But another thought hit Melany. She had lied for a reason, she didn’t want a family. But Melany did. She longed for a family, for someone that she just…fit with. She had never really belonged in her home her adoptive family’s house. But something made Mollie lie. Some instinct to remain alone made her not want a family…made her not want someone to care. But Melany didn’t feel that way, she wanted a family, no, she needed a family. She had never really felt like she fit in anywhere, but having a family meant you had to fit in. No matter what.

Emotions washed over Melany. Anger, sadness, fear, confusion, and…love. All at once. She was mad at Mollie for lying about her “sister” dying, she was sad that Mollie didn’t want them to be related, she was scared that Mollie might actually not be lying, she was confused as to what to do, and she felt love towards Mollie because somewhere, deep down…Melany knew that Mollie was her twin, and that they were sisters. She could see by the way she was sitting looking at her computer…and Mollie had killed off her sisters, figuratively. She had known her sisters were coming…or at least she had guessed it. And she was so used to being alone that she didn’t want family (or at least she thought she didn’t). Melany connected the dots and figured out what her sister had done. To Mollie, her sisters were dead. She didn’t want a family; she didn’t want to have anyone to depend on or anyone to depend on her.

The awareness of this almost made Melany begin to cry. She had found her family, yes, but her family didn’t want her. There was an awkward silence that fell in the room, and Melany knew it was her turn to say something.[/color]

“I’m sorry for your loss,” was all Melany could think of to say. She wanted to say, Liar! You know we’re related! Just look at the birthmark you have on your wrist, I have the same one! How is that a coincidence? How can you look so much like me and have a dead sister that sounds like she was extremely similar to me?! How?

Melany wanted to scream at Mollie, she wanted to cry and scream at her. She wanted to tell her that she was being stupid. That she had just killed the only dream Melany had ever had. She had just killed the only real feeling she could ever identify, the want and need to belong.

She could actually physically feel the ocean in her eyes change. She knew they now reflected the anger she felt inside, the betrayal. She knew the waves in her eyes probably looked exactly the same as the waves from the hurricane. She felt angry and empty now. She didn’t feel the fear, love, confusion, or even the sadness. She was livid. And she wasn’t sure whether she was more mad at Mollie…or herself for actually thinking that her real family would want her. She knew nothing about them, or even herself. For God’s sake she didn’t even know her real last name!

Melany didn’t want to be in the same room with Mollie. She didn’t know what to do, or say. She needed to focus, to think clearly…to do something. Anything that would keep her mind off of this girl, and how the only family she knew she had didn’t want anything to do with her.

The awkward silence was back, and this time she didn’t want to say anything to stop it. Melany tilted her head down; done looking at Mollie…she knew the truth. Moving her bracelets, she looked at her birthmark. Then thought back to when she had seen Mollie’s. She often read about twins having the same birthmarks, and how sometimes it was the only way people could tell they were twins. She took off her bracelets, and held them in her left hand. She looked at her right wrist, the birthmark that didn’t cover the entire inside of her wrist, but wasn’t microscopic. She stood up, dropping her bracelets onto the floor. They seemed to almost jump from her hand and silently float to the ground, not making a sound when they finally landed. She began to push the chair away from the door, wanting nothing more than to just get out of that bath room, to get away from the truth she knew and the lies Mollie had said.

She squeezed herself between the chair and the door, trying her best to move the chair but also keep the door shut at the same time. The chair moved three inches forward, and Melany could already feel the wind trying to push the door open. She moved the chair a little more forward, and again the wind got stronger. No one in the room moved, it was as if time stood still.

And then everything began to, only in slow motions. Melany was still trying to keep the door open and move the chair. But the wind got too strong, and pushed the door open. Melany’s eyes grew with the realization of what was about to happen. Then everything went extremely fast. The door flew open, Melany tried to get out of the way. The heavy chair scooted out of the way of the door, but in Melany’s. She was almost out of the door’s way when it hit her calf.

A disturbing crunch sound rang in her ears as the heavy metal door came down on her right calf. Then pain replaced her anger and need to get out. She clenched her teeth, not wanting to scream from the agony. She wanted to rewind and never try to move the chair, she wanted to rewind and not even ask Mollie how she knew so much about her.

But she couldn’t. The door was open, practically suctioned to the wall and keeping her calf and foot against the wall. She hoped nothing was broken, but she knew something was. She knew that probably more than one something was broken. And she knew she wouldn’t be able to swim or surf or anything for a while.

She screamed, not able to hold it in any longer. She screamed louder than the wind. She screamed louder than the rain. She screamed louder than the entire freaking hurricane.




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Tag: Ethan
Notations: Eh….sorry. I wasn’t sure how Melany would react to being told she’s dead but on the bright side I beat my record for word count again ;D
Music: Decode by Paramore (I thought it seemed fitting )
Credit: To Shaggy!
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[Ethan Daniels]

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“For your information my tw- my biological sister was named Melany Smith. She was adopted out when she was little. So was my older sister. No one ever wanted me. So I held on to the information I could find online of what my family use to be. I held onto what my life would have been like if my parents hadn't died. I watched as my sisters grew up and won contests and did good in school. Whatever I could find online about them.”

Ethan was relieved when Mollie backed off. He didn't feel like arguing with her, didn't want to take the trouble on such an annoying person. But the annoying person was interesting, he had to give her that. All he could think though, was if he was this interested, than what about Melany? He turned his head slightly to her, leaving his game of solitaire alone, just some cards on a floor, nothing special or important anymore.

He knew that he would be like the cards eventually, everybody would, it was just a simple fact of life. Even Melany and Mollie would. It was a hard fact to think, hard to know that at one point, nothing that happened to him would matter. And one day, to these twin girls that he had just met, they wouldn't matter, they'd just be air in the world. It was a horrible thought, it was meaner than what he had said to Mollie, meaner than anything he'd ever said before, but it was worse because he wasn't even speaking it, he was just thinking it, he would never admit it out loud, but he was scared of the future now. He kept his mouth shut, this was their conversation, their family, a true family that he would never have.

"She died though a month after my older sister did. She drowned. Just like Ellen, right before I came here. It's kind of ironic.” Mollie was still talking, and Ethan had kind of zoned out, but he was right back to paying attention after that. It confused him, he really wasn't sure what she was saying, which was odd for him, he was extremely intelligent. And then he realized that was probably the point. Mollie probably thought that if she said this, confused Melany, then she would back off, stay away from her, and she wouldn't have a family, like she thought she never had.

Ethan's insides were screaming at him, telling him to knock some sense into this girl, or just do something to make her see what he knew. He knew that he wished he could have a family like hers, a family that would care, even if they were separated at a young age. He knew he was mad, Mollie was making him mad, making his anger take control, making him to want to yell at her for being so stupid, so isolated. He knew he was solitary, and this girl probably was too, but even he had his moments where he needed to be around people. He knew this girl was like that to, but he knew she was hiding it. And hiding it was worse than lying sometimes; and Ethan couldn't stand lying.

He glared at her, trying to make her understand all of that, his eyes were steely with determination, a blazing gray like the clouds outside, the very clouds that were forcing him to stay in this bathroom. Melany spoke, though, breaking his concentration, scattering his anger, allowing him to see sense, at least for a minute.

“I'm sorry for your loss,” she said, and he was tempted to scream at her, too! It was unbearable, they were both...making him at a loss for words. It was unbelievable, but he knew that Melany was feeling the same way he was. He could see it in her eyes, but he could never be completely positive. It was hard to tell with some people, he was one of those people, but his eyes told the story. Eyes were the window to the soul after all. Melany's were a blazing blue, and they had the force of the hurricane in them. He figured she was mad, he was mad too, but for a greater reason than him. This was her sister after all, not his.

Ethan jumped when Melany's bracelets fell, it was like a bomb in Antarctica, disrupting the silence, killing it off, making it invisible. The sound made him aware, and he was aware that he wanted to leave. He could see that Melany felt the same, except she was actually taking action. But by the time he realized what she was doing, he was too late, his reflexes too slow. He stood as she started moving the chair, knowing what would happen. He had lived by the ocean after all, he was used to storms like this, and he knew that you should never let your guard down.

The wind rushed and rushed, it was like it was sucking away all other sound, all he could hear was that, that and then Melany's scream. The door was crushing her leg, she had been silent for a little, but could apparently no longer handle it.

He rushed forward, hoping his strength would be enough. Everybody knew great white sharks were strong, that was why people feared them, after all. He just hoped that his animal side could help him even when he was human. He pushed on the door, fighting the wind, fighting the strength of a hurricane. His progress was slow, everything seemed to be going in slow motion, even his muscles, the muscles that had never failed him before. His arms strained with the effort he took, the door was practically attached to the wall, a force to be reckoned with. He tried and tried, managing to move it back about three inches. He kept it that way, holding it steady, and he moved one arm, removing it from the door, struggling to stay in control with his other. It screamed in pain, screamed in the ache he felt, he felt like it was on fire, but he knew that wasn't important. With his free arm, he grabbed Melany, his fingers tight around her arm, and pulled her out of the way.

He was surprised with the strength he had, he would have never been able to do it if he wasn't a shifter, that he knew for sure, but this was different. He wouldn't be like this if it weren't for his mother, the one person he truly hated in life. His own personal demon was also the person he had to thank most in the world, but not for giving him life, no, but for giving him the ability to shift. It was genetic, and he knew that he had his mom to thank, as much as he didn't want to, as much as he wished he could be a shifter without being related to her. It was impossible to ignore though, impossible to forget once the thought was alive. But he had to, he needed it out of his mind, at least for now.

His other arm lost the strength, weak from holding the door back for so long, but he wasn't sure how long he had been holding it. Time was evasive, it was relative, and it was confusing. But it was cruel, it was like life, it wasn't fair. His arm was pulled away from the door with a speed that he didn't know he had. He was still holding on to Melany, and he slightly pushed her, getting himself out of the door's reach to, and he gasped in pain once they were clear of the danger.

The relief was immense though, it was the feeling of calm he got when he was in the water, the rush of comfort that he had never felt from his family, not even his dad. The relief...was more intense than the hurricane. All he could think was that he was glad that he didn't have to use any more strength. But it was almost too much for him to even stand up. His legs felt shaking, and with the arm that wasn't holding on to Melany, making sure she was safe, he brought his hand to his head. The exertion gave him a headache, he wasn't used to such a pain before, never forced himself to be that strong.

But he knew that he had to continue to be like that, had to help. He wondered if he were strong enough to do it, but he didn't question himself anymore than that. He gathered Melany up in his arms, and was glad when he didn't drop her. He knew that there was no way she would be able to stand on that leg for a while, even if it wasn't broken.

His arms screamed, his muscles were being tortured, they had gone through more than they probably ever had to. He was strong from swimming, his muscles stronger than the average person's, and he turned into a great white shark, but he knew it was too much. He found himself falling to one knee, then the other. His eyes were closing on him, threatening him with the thought of relaxing, so he sat Melany down, putting her in a hopefully safer spot.

His head was throbbing, everything was throbbing, aching, hurting. The pain was intense, out of this world. He hoped that he would never have to feel a pain like that again, but he knew he would eventually have to, but then he was reminded of his earlier thoughts; it wouldn't matter eventually, the pain was nothing, there would be a point when he wouldn't even remember it, probably.

He closed his eyes, giving into the urge to sleep, he was tired of moving, tired of using his muscles for once in his life. He slumped to the floor, unconscious, but he knew that he had murmured, “Thanks, Mom,” right before passing out.

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{Tag: Mollie.
Word count: An even longer drumroll than all of them combined.............1678!!!!!!!! I beat my record and your's!!! ;D
Notes: I kinda like this post...but I think my muse is dead.
Listening to: Two re-runs of "Reba" and a little bit of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"}

[Mollie Ellenior Smith]

"I'm sorry for your loss"

Mollie pursed her lips together. She snuffed her nose and willed her self not to cry. Mollie never cried. Crying was for the weak. For those who showed weakness. She was the one who made others cry. She smiled remembered being the one with power. The one who was human. Mollie wanted to be a human. Mollie needed to be a human.

Mollie lifted her hand to run her fingers through her hair. Her bracelets fell down her arm once again revealing her birthmark. She knew Melany had it too. Mollie smiled and held her wrist closer to her body. Her eyes flicked over to Melany again.

Mollie snapped her head back to her wrist. She dug her finger nails into the birth mark. She could tell everyone in the room hated her. Everyone always hated her, but right now this was different. She didn't want these people to be mad at her, to hate her like they did. She knew that once she had said her sisters died... she knew shouldn't have.

Mollie removed her nails from her skin. She watched as blood welled up in one of the crevices her nails left behind in her skin. The corners of her mouth began to droop. She sucked the blood away. Her face twisted when the blood touched her tongue.

Blood tastes like a metal spoon. Mollie thought. She shook her head, finally smiling again. She was worried about frown lines. She kept shaking her head. She needed something to do. She needed to keep herself occupied. This is crazy. Mollie felt like the walls wanted to close in on her. She began to freak out.

She closed her eyes and took deep breathes. Mollie could feel the tears coming. They were forming at the edges of her eyes. This was crazy. Mollie's body began to shake she was worried she would pass out.

Mollie wanted to back track and stop herself from killing off all of her sisters, from killing off Melany. She needed to tell them the truth. Mollie set her laptop on the ground. But when she opened her eyes Mollie could tell something bad was about to happen. Melany was moving the chair.

Mollie jumped to her feet a little too fast and watched as the storm blew open the door. She gasped, not knowing what to do. Her heart caught in her throat.

The storm had ripped the library to shreds book covers and pages covered the floor. Mollie stumbled backwards and grabbed onto the counter. Mollie could only watch as the storm threw the Restroom's door open. Mollie screamed when Melany screamed only making it seem louder. Mollie felt blinded. The rain whirled around in the bathroom. She didn't know why she was screaming or even really why Melany was screaming. She just was. Not that it mattered, it seemed like her voice was only being swept away in the wind with everything else.


Mollie didn't know what to do, her makeup was running, her outfit was wet and starting to cling to her, and her hair was flattening. She was screaming and felt like crap and... She should have left. Mollie stopped screaming and rubbed her face smearing her once perfect make up. Maybe she was crying now, not that it mattered. Mollie felt so stupid.

Mollie opened opened her eyes when she felt something besides the storm whip past her. She saw Ethan move towards where Melany was stuck close to the door. A card that Ethan had been playing with flew by Mollie's face. Then another and another. One hit her arm with such force she began to bleed. She looked at her arm as Ethan dealt with the still screaming Melany.

Mollie screamed when she saw the blood on her arm. It really wasn't even that much blood but it surprised her. She wiped the blood from her arm and it smudged across. She felt so gross. She tried to sneak a peak at herself in the mirror. But the rain was so hard and the wind kept flipping her hair into her face, covering her eyes from the image in the mirror.

Mollie was glad, though. She knew how she looked. Her lipstick and lip gloss were gone and black was dripping from her eyes like tears. She kept wiping the gunk from her face, which she knew was only making black smudges cover her entire face.

She looked down at her outfit. Her Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Shirt was tearing, the hem coming undone. Black smudges, some looking like finger prints, littered green fabric. Her tutu was soaked and clinged to her jeans that were so wet the pink and black colors were faded, and in some spots began to bleed-out mixing the colors together. The only thing she had left from this out fit that was going to survive were her shoes.

Mollie knew she was bawling and had forgotten about Melany and Ethan. Her clothes were ruined and her make up was running and Ugh! Mollie wiped her nose with the back of her hand. She didn't understand how this had happened. She looked like crap and she was going to throw up. This was not going to work. She needed to.... to...


Mollie burst out in bigger tears. Her make up was already ruined. Her outfit destroyed. SHE was destroyed. She placed one hand on her stomach, then moved one to her head. Mollie felt bad and then she felt something whip by her again.

That boy! Mollie wanted to hiss but only a weird gag sound made it to her throat . She saw that he had Melany and that he was acting really loopy. His hands flew to his head and Melany was in his arms, her entire weight on him. They looked like crap. Both of their faces were water stained, though she couldn't tell if it was from tears or the rain.

Mollie watched as Ethan began to move really weird. She thought maybe it was the storm that was blowing into the room or the makeup running into her eyes. But Ethan looked bad... almost worse than her at the moment... If that was possible.

“Thanks, Mom,”

Mollie could barely hear Ethan Murmur as he fell to the ground. She screamed again. She didn't know if Melany was seeing this but Mollie ran to him. Though once her heel hit the ground she heard something snap. Mollie's foot instantly fell. Her foot slammed on the ground.

"Oh my god... Oh my God, no..."

Mollies eyes were huge. She looked down at her foot. She licked her lips and held her breath. This couldn't be happening.

"No... No... NO!"

Mollie was almost screaming. She picked her foot back up from the ground. She wobbled some. It was hard to balance on one foot in the heels when the wind was whipping around you. She slowly raised her foot and saw her worst nightmare. Her heel was broken!

Mollie slammed her foot back down. It landed awkwardly seeing now her one leg had a three inch heel to make it longer. Mollie was now hyperventilating. She was waving her arms wildly and screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Oh my God guys . We have a problem a big problem. Guys! Guys! Oh my God oh my God.... OH MY GOD!"

Mollie would have been pacing but standing at the moment was all she could do. How could this happen!? Her outfit was now completely ruined. Her voice grew louder than before, louder than the wind from the storm. Her voice was tight with real worry, with real concern.

"I'm gunna die. I AM GOING TO DIE! This can't be happening. Oh my God !"

Mollie was gagging from the rain that she was swallowing. She was almost bouncing up and down. Though she wasn't yelling only because of her shoe (though that was the major reason). She was yelling because she had a family and she killed them. She killed off everyone. She thought she didn't need someone. That she didn't need anyone. Though, now she realized she did.

Mollie tried to pace with her yelling. She was now crying too hard to yell. But when she went to step with her now broken heel, she flipped, falling to the floor. A crash that echoed through her body. Water covered the floor not only from the rain but pipes had broken along with everything else outside the safe house of the bathroom.

"My... my ... my,"

Mollie was lost she laid on the floor. Mollie could have died. She felt dead. She had not only killed her sisters but herself. She killed off those who would have cared for her. Those who probably cared for her now. She had brought this on herself. She shouldn't have come here to this school. She shouldn't have cut up that dress when she was little.

Mollie laid limp on the floor, tears still dripping from her eyes. They fell from her eye lids down her cheeks and made their way to the floor mixing with the growing water that was on the floor.

Mollie felt dead. Her face and clothes a mess. Her shoes broken... her jewelery probably rusting from water damage as she laid there. Mollie raised her hands balled up in fists and pounded them on the floor. Water sprayed everywhere. Not that it mattered, everything was already soaked. Mollie laughed not even knowing if she was still crying.

How could this day get any worse? was all Mollie could think. She lifted her leg and saw her broken heel dangling from her shoe. Mollie started laughing again until the heel fell from the shoe and splashed in the water.

Mollie grimaced as it fell almost flinching like it hurt when it hit the water that was pooling on the ground. Mollie's lip quivered and she began to cry again.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!"



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[Melany Elizabeth Smith]

Just Keep Swimming

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[/u] see her cry. But there she was, practically bawling in front of a guy she just met, and her twin who didn’t want to be related to her. She cried because of the pain that shot through her entire body like an electric current, and she cried for the same reasons she screamed. The tears mixed with the rain that was fiercely blowing in through the now wide open door. She couldn’t tell her tears from the water spawn of the hurricane.

And then the pressure from the heavy, metal door was off her leg. And in an instant Ethan had pulled her forcefully, by her arm, out of the way of the door. She immediately looked at her calf and foot, trying to see what damage had been done. She couldn’t move it without it hurting. There was already a giant bruise starting to form. Both of her hands moved to her leg to start seeing where the spots that hurt the worst were. And a major problem was that all of it hurt. From where the door had hit down, all she felt was a searing pain. Her tears replaced her screams, but they weren’t much better. She didn’t want to cry and she didn’t want to scream, but if she didn’t do one she’d end up doing the other.

She felt her eyes glaze over in pain as an arm moved her. That was practically all she could see. The pain from her leg was blinding her. She figured that it was Ethan’s arm, but she couldn’t focus enough to actually make sure it was him at that moment. She was being moved, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk on her own for a while. She wanted to scream again, she wanted to howl like a banshee, she wanted this pain to be gone. She had never felt pain to this extreme. She had hardly ever felt physical pain in the first place, and now she suddenly felt it to this maximum. It was shocking, it was blinding, and it was all she could think of.

It hurt so much she didn’t even notice when Ethan began to move weirdly. She had all of her weight on him, and she didn’t notice when he began to wobble. Her leg hurt. Like nothing she could have imagined, like nothing anyone who had hardly ever experienced pain could have imagined. It sent shock waves through her body, making her practically paralyzed. The pain vibrated through her entire body, and she couldn’t focus on anything else. That was…until Ethan fainted.

She couldn’t believe that he had fainted. She hardly felt one of his knees hit the floor, but she was completely aware when the other hit the floor. She tried her best to take her focus off the pain, suck it up, and try to see what was wrong with Ethan. She looked back to him, and saw that he was filled with pain himself, and was also exhausted. He set her down, a few feet away from him. And then she heard him mumble something, but not quite sure what he had said. Then he passed out.

And the storm raged, now inside their not-so-safe haven. The wind whipped Melany’s hair around her face, the rain beginning to cover the floor, Ethan’s clothes getting soaked as he lay, unconscious. And Melany was still crying. She looked at Mollie, wanting an idea as to what they should do.

Melany had been so wrapped up in the pain of her leg and Ethan fainting that when she looked at Mollie she was surprised to see that she was screaming. Looking at her leg for any signs of blood, Melany wondered why Mollie screamed. And then she looked where Mollie’s eyes were focused.

She had broke a heel.

Melany wanted to shake the girl; she wanted to slap some sense into her. She saw Mollie’s mouth moving, but she couldn’t hear her over the storm that was raging in the bathroom. Melany looked around her at the cards that Ethan had been playing with; they were flying around the room. The wind and rain practically poured in from the broken windows in the library, and when she looked across the hall she started to cry even harder. The shelves were knocked over, books and covers scattered everywhere. Precious works were ruined by the stupid storm. She wanted this hurricane to be over already. Yes, it had brought her to her sister, to her twin no less, but it had already caused too much damage and Melany was afraid to wonder who or what would get hurt next.

She wondered too soon, for as soon as she thought that and began to think of the possibilities…Mollie looked like she was attempting to pace with her broken heel. And then, she slipped. And everything slowed again; it was like some cheesy dramatic scene in a movie…only it was actually happening. A pipe burst, and Mollie fell. Melany couldn’t help but try to stand up and she screamed as she put weight on her damaged leg. She put all of her weight on her left leg, not wanting to hurt her possibly broken leg anymore. But Melany couldn’t balance like that, and so she lost her balance, and fell. The knee on her right leg hit the hard tile on the bathroom floor. Everything was still in slow motion for Melany. Her cries were slowed, her falling was slowed, and even the storm had slowed.

She could actually feel the bruise on her right leg forming. As soon as she felt it hit the tiled floor, she moved so that she landed on her left hip. She was thoroughly soaked. Her hair, her clothes, her everything, was drenched. Usually she liked, or rather she loved, the water and the feeling it gave her…but not now. Not when she was in so much pain, not when everything was chaotic.

Melany looked around the room. Cards were still flying everywhere, like small rectangular angels coming to warn them before it was too late. The rain and wind poured in. She looked at Mollie, not more than fifteen feet away from her, lying on the ground. When she had started this day she didn’t think this would happen. She didn’t expect the hurricane to come, she didn’t think she would find her twin she didn’t even know she had, and she didn’t think she would break her leg. No, Melany hadn’t seen this coming. And now the wind and rain swarmed around her, making her hair seemingly have a mind of its own.

Her brain had stopped focusing on the pain which still sent shock waves through her body, and so now she could assess the situation they were in. Ethan was passed out on the floor, Mollie was on the floor, and Melany was trying not to focus on the pain and chaos around her. Instead she looked at Mollie, her twin that didn’t want her, and saw her mouth was open in a gasp.

Then she heard Mollie scream, “Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!”[/i]

She tried to see why Mollie had screamed, she checked behind her and all around…and then she saw it. The broken heel lying in a puddle by Mollie’s feet. Melany had the urge to shake some sense into her, again. She half-way crawled across the bathroom to the still screaming Mollie. She helped her sit up, and tried her best to fight the urge to slap her.[/color]

“It’s not safe in here anymore! We need to find someplace else to go!” Melany had to yell over the howls of the demon storm outside. She looked back to where Ethan was, “And we need to somehow get him to wake up enough to help us find someplace better!” She was looking at Mollie as she spoke and she couldn’t help but notice how alike they actually looked. All of Mollie’s make up had washed away, and not all was left was her natural beauty. And boy was she pretty. Melany couldn’t help but smile internally, knowing that she looked exactly like Mollie, only she hadn’t dyed her hair (unlike her twin). The only other difference other than their hair at that point was there clothes, and even that couldn’t hide the fact of how much alike they looked.

Melany hoped Mollie had heard her and she moved to where Ethan was, “Wake up! Ethan?!? Come on! It’s not safe here anymore! Let’s GO!” Her voice slightly shrieked on the word go .

She shook Ethan as hard as she could; she kept shaking him and shaking him. Then there was a giant BOOM! of thunder, and she saw a flash of lightning through a busted out window in the library. The lights flickered, another pipe burst, spraying everyone, and then….she saw nothing.

Total darkness surrounded Melany, Mollie, and Ethan. Melany didn’t know what to do. She could hear the wind and could literally feel the building shake. She then began to wonder who else was out in the storm and if they were safe. She knew there weren’t many students at Shifter Academy, but she also knew there were enough that someone could be out in the storm and not be noticed that they weren’t in a safe place. She wondered why the school didn’t have a safe place to go during storms. And she wondered what the hell she was supposed to do. Something about Melany is that she didn’t like it when anyone was hurt, except her, she could handle getting hurt if everyone else was safe.

She could still feel water running down her face and she was no longer sure if it was her tears or if it was the rain. All she knew for a fact is that it seemed at that moment that she wouldn’t be the last person to get hurt in the storm.

She didn’t know if Ethan was awake yet, or if Mollie was okay. She couldn’t hear anything but the storm anymore. She decided to check on Mollie. She some what crawled in the direction of her sister, her twin, and hoped that she was okay. She hoped that Ethan was okay, too. But, she wanted to make sure she didn’t lose her family for real.

She felt someone’s arm, and she instantly knew it was Mollie. But she wanted to make sure, “Mollie? Mollie?!?” She practically clung to her sister in the chaotic storm. She didn’t know if Mollie could hear her, but in the dark…in the chaos and the hurricane, she just needed a comforting touch…she just wanted someone to say everything would be okay. And she hoped Mollie would at least try to comfort her, after all they were sisters, even if Mollie wouldn’t admit it out loud they were family.




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Notations: Okay…my muse is slowly dying
Music: Airplanes by B.o.B ft. Hayley Williams and Eminem && I Love The Way You Lie by Eminem ft. Rihanna && I love the way you lie by Eminem ft. Rihanna INSTRUMENTAL VERSION/COVER (<---- You should totally listen to the last song and re-read this post )
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[Ethan Daniels]

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A void, it was all Ethan saw. It was like a black hole, threatening to consume him and everything around him. The wind, the water, his playing cards, Ethan could feel it all even when he was unconscious. Passing out wasn't a relief like he had hoped, it wasn't even comforting. It was worse, he had no control, the storm and kicking when he...wasn't? His eyes closed, his brain was cut off from everything, he couldn't remember where he was, what he was doing. All he could feel, all he could think about, was the pain that he was still feeling. The ache, the torture, and the wind was no help. There was no sleep, no energy, he was still drained, and the situation was hopeless.

But with a hurricane always came water, and water was comforting, wasn't it? He was confused, did he like water? He was so scrambled he didn't even remember. Something hit his face, one of his cards, and it was like blinking to the light. He was beginning to wake, at least he thought he was. He was seeing something, he wasn't sure what it was, but he hoped it was good.

It was his nightmare though. In his mind, he saw his mother's face. Her red hair and brown eyes, so much unlike his own features. Through it all though, he knew it wasn't real, knew she wasn't really there, but it was so life like! He felt like he could reach out and touch her face, and that made him afraid. He was afraid of his mom. He had never admitted it to himself, though, and it was a scary thought.

The hallucination stared at him, the wind and cards blowing around it, blowing the red hair all around him, all he saw was red, and all he heard screaming. Was it his own? He didn't even know that, didn't know anything. He wasn't in control of his voice, or his thoughts, or even the ability to wake up.

“It’s not safe in here anymore! We need to find someplace else to go! And we need to somehow get him to wake up enough to help us find someplace better!” Who did that voice belong to? And he wondered who the hell was screaming, “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He wasn't even sure if it was his hallucination.

“Wake up!” the hallucination screamed at him, jarring him. It had been so long since he had heard her voice. But it wasn't his mother's voice...it was...someone's voice...someone he had met...but who had he met before? But it sounded more like the one saying it wasn't safe. How was he to be sure though? Ethan was detached from everything, the black, the void, it was eating him alive, taking him away...from what, though? He didn't know, couldn't remember anything, but how was he remembering his mother? He didn't know, he didn't know, he didn't like that phrase, didn't like thinking it over and over again. The voice continued screaming at him, and a similar voice was screeching in the background, disrupting his...peace? Sleep? It didn't matter, all he knew was that he couldn't remain dead to the world.

But was he dead? He didn't know, and he hated not knowing. It was a horrible feeling, worse than seeing his mom. His mom was still there and he just wanted to scream at her to go away.

“Ethan,” his mom murmured, and it was then he was sure it was her voice. His eyes tightened, and he wondered how he had done that...wasn't he...asleep? He wanted the voice to be gone, wanted things to be normal, as normal as he could be. Wait, why couldn't he be normal? His shifting came back to him...everything was starting to come back, but the hallucination was becoming stronger.

Go away! his insides screamed, willing her to go away. He wasn't sure if he was actually saying this, or if it was just his thoughts, he didn't care. He just wanted her to go away, leave him alone! The water could soak his shirt no more, it couldn't be any wetter than it was, and he realized his mother shouldn't have this much of an effect on him. He didn't want her to, he didn't even like his mother! Evangeline was a monster, a homicidal freak who didn't love her first born. Not that he cared about that...he had always told himself he hadn't. He didn't know if it was true though, anymore.

The voice was still screaming, but it wasn't just one voice, it was three, probably two? It was hard for him to hear over the wind, but what he couldn't hear he could feel. He felt the sounds reverberate through him, felt the water plastering his shirt to his skin, feel the pain in his arms still. It was like being blind, it scared him, and he knew he had to wake up.

He was tired of telling his mom to go away, it wasn't as important as waking up. He didn't know what he would wake up to yet, but just knew he had to get out of this void, leave the blackness and face what he had left. Wake up, wake up, wake up...

His eyes finally opened, but he squinted again, regaining his thoughts, regaining his senses. It was like being on fire, and the water was just making it worse. He shook himself internally. What was he thinking? Water making things worse? And then he realized that he was back. He would have smiled, but he knew they were in a bad situation.

He forced himself to keep his eyes open, forced himself to take in his surroundings. His mother was gone, just a figment of...a dream, but it was more like a hallucination. The voices were still there, and he realized that they belonged to Mollie and Melany. His body felt relief, knowing that his mother was gone, but he knew that if they were screaming, then something bad must have happened.

It all hit him like a wrecking ball, his passing out, Mollie's denial, and Melany's leg. He stood up, fighting the hurricane as he did so, and he was back in control. He didn't have much energy, but he hoped, he wished he could know, but he hoped that he could think of something. Ethan looked down and saw the bruise that was on Melany's leg. It looked bad, there was no way she could walk on that thing.

He was finally up, and he saw that Melany was clinging to Mollie, and then he noticed the broken heel. That explained Mollie's screaming. He also realized that without her heels, he was taller than Mollie, by at least two inches. He was realizing a lot, he felt like he was seeing everything, the opposite of when he was unconscious. He grabbed Melany and held her again, one arm by her knees and the other by his shoulders. He looked at Mollie and wondered what they were going to do. This hurricane...it needed to end, that was for sure. But there was no way anybody could stop a force of nature.

The water was up to his ankles, and he looked at them, then yelled to Mollie, “The bathroom is flooding and you're screaming about a broken heel?” And then he noticed the lights were out, and thanked his great eyesight.

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Word count: Unfortunately, I couldn't beat Elisabeth, so the total is 1241.
Notes: Sorry if it's a horrible post.}

[Mollie Ellenior Smith]

”It’s not safe here anymore! We need to find someplace else to go! And we need to somehow get him to wake up enough to help us find someplace better!

Mollie had stopped telling and was looking at her sister Melany. The tears were starting to slow but she couldn’t stop sniffling. She wiped her eyes with her hand again. Mollie still felt like crap and she knew it too. Just because she had stopped crying didn’t mean she felt or looked any better. She was wet… wait wet was an understatement, her clothes were drenched and her eyes were probably all red and puffy. Mollie pouted her lips again trying to not cry any more.
{color=white] “Wake up! Ethan?!? Come on! It’s not safe here anymore! Let’s GO!”[/color]
Mollie had just realized she had left her clutch and lap top on the ground. This situation had just gone from awful to disaster. Mollie franticly searched the room. There lay her lip clutch open wide like a mouth puking out its insides. Her makeup and other very important things floated away in the rising water. That had to be at least two hundred dollars floating away with the cost of her outfit and …. Her lap top!

Mollie searched around again but before she could find anything else an ear splitting Boom. The noise shook her body and broke another pipe. The water gushed sending even more water into their “safe haven” . Then Black.

Mollie wanted to scream again. She opened her mouth but she was too tired. She was tired of everything. She was tired of being mean. She was tired of denying who she was and who her family was. Mollie was plain tired. Mollie brought her knees into her chest and sat with her eyes closed. She was finished. Mollie would have started to cry again but she didn’t have the energy and she didn’t have any more tears left to cry. She just sat there in her own little pity party not thinking of the concussion Ethan most likely had or the bruised and broken leg of Melany. Most of all Mollie didn’t think about how Melany was her long lost twin sister that she had killed off. She didn’t think of the family the real family that was here in this stupid school she had just chanced to find.

Then something touched her. Mollie jumped a little. Her eyes opening only to see darkness she shuddered some. Mollie was still so scared. She wasn’t only scared for herself but for her……. For her sister as well. Mollie squeezed her eyes shut not knowing what to do or what to say.

”Mollie? Mollie!”

Melany called out into the darkness even though Mollie was right there next to her. Mollie sucked in her lips and didn’t know what do any more. She only had herself right now. She didn’t have her clothes. Mollie didn’t have her make-up or her hair or her shoes. She had nothing but the shell of what she was. The person she was…. But maybe she had Melany… maybe she had more than just herself.

“You know what sis? This sucks.”

Melany laughed a little. She whispered this into Melany’s ear. She didn’t know if she had heard it, but she had said it. And it made Mollie laugh. Even when her laughs faded it left a smile on her face. She was still scared, but now she could get through this… Well maybe.

Ethan was up; Mollie realized when he picked up Melany. Man, was he a nice guy. Mollie shook her head. Her smile faded some but it still lingered on her face. This was an awful situation but she had found a slight sliver of hope. She still didn’t know though if she could stand having a real family out of this disaster scene. Especially someone so out of style like Melany.

Mollie was thinking about herself again. Putting down others again. She was playing it safe. She chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to stand. It was hard when one shoe was taller than the other but she managed.

“The bathroom is flooding and you’re screaming about a broken heel?”

Mollie flipped her super wet hair behind her shoulder. Water droplets flew everywhere hitting Ethan in the face. Mollie smiled a cute smile and straightened her outfit. She grimaced some when she touched the cloth and felt how wet it was. She quickly worked through it though and got her smile back. Not that it mattered any. Mollie couldn’t see a thing. She could barely make out Ethan’s silhouette and he was standing right in front of her.

“What if I am Ethan? Different things are important to different people. Don’t judge me. Can we just get out of here I can’t see a thing and your head probably hurts and Mel’s leg probably needs medical attention and I need to change and do my hair.”

Mollie took her hair and wrung it out. A waterfall fell from her hair, yet it was still soaked. She stomped her foot with the heel still attached and sighed. She then turned to Melany and got up real close to her face. Mostly so she could see. She moved a strand of hair that was in front of Mel’s eyes.

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Notes: Sorry for the shortness (Though I think this is a really good post) and sorry for no pics... hate this computer

[Melany Elizabeth Smith]

Just Keep Swimming

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Melany smiled, not sure whether she was supposed to hear that or not, but Mollie had said it. And when she had said that Melany knew she meant it, she knew Mollie wanted family. And so she laughed when Mollie did, only she laughed quietly.

And then she was being lifted, she cringed when whoever picked her up, she guessed it was Ethan, grabbed around her knees and slightly bumped the part of her leg that was hurt. But it was sweet of him to think about her, so Melany didn’t make a noise when he did it. She knew she wouldn’t be able to walk…but still, she didn’t like people to feel sorry for her or take pity on her, so she wanted to tell him she was fine and could walk on her own. But she kept her mouth shut, knowing that she would seem rude if she said anything.

“The bathroom is flooding and you’re screaming about a broken heal?” [/i]

Melany heard Ethan practically yell at Mollie. She wondered why they didn’t get along, but didn’t want to actually ask them. The storm was making everyone get on each others nerves.

“What if I am Ethan? Different things are important to different people. Don’t judge me. Can we just get out of here I can’t see a thing and your head probably hurts and Mel’s leg probably needs medical attention and I need to change and do my hair.” [/i]

Melany’s eyes instantly went to Mollie when she said her name. There was something between the two girls now. Melany could almost feel it. She didn’t know what it was. It was almost as if Mollie had accepted they were family….almost.

Melany couldn’t see a thing in the bathroom. She could hear the wind and the water and Ethan and Mollie talking. She could feel the wind and rain and even Ethan, since he was still holding her. But she felt as if she were blind.

Out of practically no where she felt a soft hand move a piece of hair that had fallen on her face. Then she saw Mollie…well she looked slightly (where Ethan was holding her she was taller than normal) up and saw Mollie anyway. They may have been twins, but the height difference was definitely how people could tell them apart.

“How you holding up, girl?” [/i]

Melany did know how to answer that. She had stopped screaming, and she had practically blocked the pain out of her mind. But the fact that she wouldn’t be able to swim for awhile was killing her. She would, most likely, have to get crutches and stay off of her feet. She didn’t want her leg to be hurt. She didn’t even know which part was the part that was most likely broken; all she knew was that the door had hit her lower right leg. That’s it. She didn’t know anything more, she wasn’t a doctor and she seriously doubted if Ethan or Mollie knew anything about a broken bone.

She searched Mollie’s eyes, and she saw her reflection in them. Man, she looked like a mess. Her hair was thrown everywhere, even though she had spent almost an hour on it that morning. Her leg was swollen, and her face was still red from when she was crying. She couldn’t help but slightly laugh, thinking of how ridiculous this whole situation was.[/color]

“I’ll live, right?” She made sure she gave them a big smile afterward. Melany may have been in pain, but she was still Melany. And one thing about her was that she wanted to be perfect and she tried to please everyone…even if it meant lying (which what she said wasn’t technically a lie since she would live through her broken leg).

She leaned her head on Ethan’s shoulder, tired of the storm. She wanted to sleep. She suddenly felt an overwhelming exhaustion. Her eyes hurt, her head hurt, her leg hurt, everything on her was aching (though her leg hurt the worst). She sighed, wanting the storm to be over with. She wished the hurricane had skipped over the island Shifter Academy was on. She wished that she had just stayed in her dorm.

She sighed again, taking herself back to reality. They had to get out of the bathroom they were in…she wondered if maybe the boy’s bathroom was in better shape.

“We need to get out of here,” she practically had to shout over the storm, “it’s not safe and we all know that. I was thinking that, possibly, the boy’s bathroom might be in better shape. Do either of you know where it is?”

Melany looked from Ethan to Mollie and back. She hated not being able to walk. If she could have she would have walked out of the bathroom they were in, found the boy’s bathroom, and looked to see if it was safe. But, she couldn’t. She got mad at herself for thinking she could hold up the door all by herself.

She slightly shook her head, getting rid of the thought, and waited for someone to answer.




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[Ethan Daniels]

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“We need to get out of here,” Ethan heard Melany yell, “it’s not safe and we all know that. I was thinking that, possibly, the boy’s bathroom might be in better shape. Do either of you know where it is?”

If he could have, Ethan would have ran his fingers through his hair, but he knew he couldn't do that while carrying Melany. The habit was one he needed to break, but it hard to fight the urge. He knew that he would have continued the habit, but with Melany he couldn't, so he thanked her for that, though he wished her leg didn't have to be hurt for it to happen. Her leg looked pretty bad, but he had seen worse.

“If this door blew open, the chances are probably high that the other one did too, considering they're both on the same side of the hallway!” he yelled, expressing his opinion, but he felt like he was talking too much, elaborating too much, for a hurricane. Especially for a hurricane.

Ethan closed his eyes, then opened them again, depending on his eyesight now for just about everything. Sharks saw in high contrast, and he wondered if there were any way he could tap into that without shifting. Still, he was the lucky one in this situation, he had the best advantage, the best vision at the moment considering the lights were out. His head was snapping around, his eyes flitting everywhere like he was reading a book, and he titled his head up,wondering if they could break through the ceiling. But then where would that lead them? Shaking his head, he pushed that idea out of his head; hurricane winds were stronger at high elevations anyway.

He cursed internally. Why did hurricanes even exist? They caused nothing but trouble. Nothing but made the ocean more powerful than it already was, caused winds that were blowing his hair backwards even when he was indoors. He wondered if hurricanes were a sort of punishment, but shook the thought out of his head. He was scattered, he needed to concentrate and figure out a plan.

Things felt like they were going in slow motion, and his eyes were still scanning, still observing everything even in the darkness. They needed to get down low, but they were on the first floor! His thoughts went to the basement...what about the basement? He didn't go to the basement often, his free time was mostly spent swimming, not exploring, and he wondered if he could find the stairs, having never had to use them many times before.

“Follow me!” he said to Mollie, moving awkwardly through the water, still carrying Melany. He gestured with his head for her to follow him, and managed to grab her arm and carry her sister at the same time, though it was a little difficult. If he hadn't already been soaked, the bottoms of his jeans would look black from the water.

He felt like his steps were numbered, and the morbid feeling shocked him. He wasn't one to normally think like that; the hurricane was messing with his head, and he didn't like it, didn't like it one bit.

When they had finally reached the stairs, Ethan turned to Mollie, and yelled, “You should probably take your shoes off!” He smirked internally, wondering what her reaction would be, but, hey, it definitely wasn't the safest thing to walk down stairs with a broken heel.

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Word count: 581.
Notes: Eh.......sorry.
Listening to: “Wife Swap” and other various shows on the television.}

[Mollie Ellenior Smith]

“You should probably take your shoes off!”

"Do you think I'm crazy!!!"

Mollie yelled over the wind. She was a little flabbergasted at the thought of going where Ethan wanted her too. Besides it seemed as though the storm was easing outside... If that was possible. Plus there was no way she was going to take off her shoes.

"I am not going down there maybe we could go back!"

Mollie's voice was deep in desperation.

"I loved this outfit you know. I made most of it... This storm..."

Mollie turned her back towards the two. She pushed her hair back behind her ears. Her hair was so wet. She was so wet. Everything was ruined. This was stupid.

"You know what you two go ahead if you think it would be better down there go ahead, but me I'm taking my chances up here."

Mollie began limping back towards where they had came from. This experience was an odd one. She now had to spend time with her "sister" who had a terrible fashion sense... And that evil Ethan. Mollie smirked some... Evil Ethan. It went well together.

"I'm going back to get my clutch and my computer and my stuff."

Thats what she needed. Mollie needed to hold on to her stuff. It made her feel safe and secure. Right now she was ugly and gross and she needed a make over.

"I hope some of my make up is still workable and a mirror is still in tack."

Mollie was now talking to herself. She had now limped pretty far away from where the three had stood. She did not know if she was being fallowed. Mollie half hoped they would so she could talk with them some more and feel liked someone wanted to be with her. Half of her hoped they stayed put or fallowed through with Evil Ethan's plan. This was crazy and she didn't want to be a burden on the two.

Mollie shook her head and paused, looking down at her feet. The wind was still whipping her hair around but the water was receding from her ankles maybe the storm was coming to an end.

"well this is good."