Danger Love Ahead

I actually don't like the main protagonist; what was I thinking writing this?
Nothing. Too much soap operas.

I wrote this in 2007 on Bebo, under the authors application, just to try out my hand at online writing and how good I was with updating. The profile views still stands at 1497 views, 77 fans and an average rating of 4 and a half stars.

Again, I don't know what I was thinking. The reviews kept me going though, and at that time, I was proud of it. *facepalm*

The blurb read something like:

Me, Myself, and I

April Summers is a 15 year old teen trying to adapt to her life in the new neighbourhood. Living with only her mom and younger annoying brother, April is trying to fit in with the people in Graham Town. Brandon States is every girl's dream and every guy's envy in Graham high school. The cutest and popular guy in town, captain of the football team and class captain. Watch what happens when a seemingly gicky girl April arrives and turns his world upside down...or possibly right side up. The road will always have ditches and potholes but hope is still there when the road sign tells us what lies ahead..love  

 

The main character was in no way a reflection of me but I used most of some of my characteristics to help me write her and to make things less difficult. For example, I used my religion because I was well versed with it and it was easier to make "April", catholic.A preview of Chapter one, bebo version.

New life
	I stood just outside the classroom door nervously glancing up and down the school hallway. Graham High was way bigger than my school and the fashion tastes were terribly strange. I glanced down at my pull up socks, pleated blue skirt, pink sweater and white sneakers that i was wearing. Terribly strange. My hair was tightly bunned just like I was expected from my old school back in London. These students wore jeans and strapless tops or thin strap tops. Mom would probably die of heart seizure if she saw me in any of that. Mom.... why did she have to get a new job? I mean she came to Graham to become a pre-school teacher. She was a lawyer back in New York while I was attending an all girl's boarding school in England.I mean, I wasn't complaining. It was really cool, we always had to wear decent clothes (the nuns were sooo strick)and uniforms. We hardly went out..only for field trips but that was the way I liked it. Kenny, my younger brother starts pre-school this year but before that he was always dropped off at the day care centre. But mom wanted more time with her children, so she brought us all back together and sends me to this..this...(if u can call it a school). You see I'm a conservative person, I believe in god, in true love and that 'wait till you're ready' phrase. Oh and I can't swear. Yep, you heard right, I can't swear. So anyway, back to the story. I tensed when I heard the teacher from inside the classroom say my name. "She's from London and it's her first time in a co-ed school. Come on in, April." I heard the teacher say. I stepped into the classroom hesitantly and looked at the curious faces staring back at me. There were stifling laughs and very rude comments but I ignored them. "Why don't you sit beside Kira over there, hmm," the teacher pointed to an empty seat beside a blonde girl who was blowing bubble gums. I made my way uncomfortably but let out a scream as I tripped over someone's foot. "Oops, did I do that?" Kira said tauntingly and the class burst out into laughter.

In 2009, I revised it on goodreads, and even though it is still a little puke worthy, it's an improvement. The story changed a little and so did the writing, thankfully. 381 people liked it, with an approximate of 73 comments and top 80s of the most popular creative writing of all time and #82 for the month.

An excerpt:
Chapter 5: Something about her eyes
(Brandon's version)
I was rushing through the school hall cursing slightly at myself. I had overslept last night and now I was late to school, I really shouldn't have let Dave drag me off to watch that gruesome flick. And who said only girls enjoyed a night out? I stopped half way to my classroom when I caught a glimpse of April, the new girl sitting on the floor. I flinched slightly at her hands which were purple and bruised. Who the hell did that to her? I thought.
"Are you alright?"I asked, I cursed at myself for making her jump slightly. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." I bent down beside her and picked up her books and her bag since I doubted she could pick them up with those hands.
"I'm..I'm..fine,"she stuttered.
"Sure you look fine,"I muttered but almost kicked myself when she glanced at me tearily. She obviously heard me. "You don't look fine, let me take you to the nurse,"I offered.
"N..n..no, you...you're...al..already late,"she stuttered weakly.
"At least now I have a good reason,"I waved off her weak protest. Wearing her backpack on one shoulder, one arm balancing her books I wound my other arm around her waist to help her up. I almost dropped her books when she glanced at me, her blue-green eyes met mine. There was something so familiar about her eyes. I could tell she was going through pain right now. Her once neat hair was a little disarrayed. Her eyes were welling with tears but she bravely held them at bay. The nurse was a very kind looking woman. Blonde hair, hazel eyes and so much make-up that she resembled Dave's sister's Chinese dolls. All she needed to do was paint her face white. I waited outside until April was treated. She emerged looking somewhat exhausted, with a bandage wrapped around her hand. The nurse followed her out informing me that April had 4 broken fingers on her right hand which was caused by books falling on them. I didn't believe that and neither did the nurse who was glaring at me accusingly.
"Is that what she told you?"I asked.
"Yes,"she replied bluntly. "But I don't buy it," she whispered.
"Neither do I,"I returned in the same tone. I turned to where April had been only to find she had already gone. Along with her books and bag which I stupidly left outside the first aid room. "She left a note," the nurse pointed at the folded paper I hadn't noticed before tucked between the spaces in the wooden bench. I unfolded the paper to find the word THANK YOU, neatly written on it. "She's left handed," I thought. "How else would she have written this?" She broke most of her fingers on her right." I shook my head, I had better get back to class before Mr.Peters bites my head off.But I couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen those eyes before... somewhere else. But Where? 

Six chapters were posted on fictionpress