Christina and the Cat

Okay, so the people were back again today, and I am very pleased to say that the people were actually ones I knew! This time, it involved me, my friend Christina, my friend Cheyenne, and a cat. Yeah, weird, but this is what happened:
Characters: Me, Christina, Cheyenne, the cat
Scene: My front yard

"Christina, isn't there anything you can do?"
"I- I don't know," she stuttered, shaking her head. "I normally don't deal with this kind of stuff."
Cheyenne giggled, staring at what was left of the mess of the cat. Cheyenne was like that sometimes.
"C'mon, Christina, you're studying to become a doctor," I whined, still keeping my eyes on the cat.
"Yeah, but not that kind of doctor. A people doctor. Not a veterinarian," she explained, her glaze never leaving the poor feline in front of us.
The cat had been run over by a bike, and was now just laying there on the sidewalk, apparantley ready to die. I wouldn't let it. That was a stupid way to die. Not a good enough excuse for me. Before the incident, the cat was perfectly healthy. She (or he, I can never tell on cats) was just in the wrong place at extremely the wrong time. Christina bent over to take a peek at the damage.
"Ooh, carion," Cheyenne cooed.
"No, not carion," Christina retorted, "Not yet, anyway."
Cheyenne picked up a stick, apparantley ready to poke.
"Don't Cheyenne," I warned.
"Oh c'mon, it's long gone to the litter box in the sky. Look at it. Even if I was about to die like that, I wouldn't led someone prod at me for that long without a single hiss."
"Cheyenne, I don't think she's dead quite yet," Christina said, pulling out an ace bandage from her pocket and preparing to wrap the feline's leg.
"Oh, it's so a goner!" Cheyenne shouted, apparantley becoming frustrated.
"Cheyenne, I'm telling you, the cat is still alive."
I just stood there, watching the two argue, looking for any signs of life within the cat. I wanted so badly to believe Christina, but something in my gut told me Cheyenne might be right.
"Gross," I said aloud, thinking of the mess I would have to clean up if in fact the cat was dead.
"What?" said Christina.
"Never mind," I whispered, trying to conceal my disgust as concern. It wasn't working very well.
"It is so dead," Cheyenne continued, slightly smiling. "You've just got that whole, 'Doctor ego' thing going on and don't want to admit it. It's dead."
"Cheyenne, the cat is not dead," Christina hissed agrily.
"Oh yes it is," Cheyenne argued, picking up the stick and prodding the cat.
"Meow," was the last thing I heard before "I told you so"s rang through the sky.
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I really like this one. It's kind of sad, but very smart. (Oh, and by the way, the people later told me that the cat was fine.) :)

This Weird Scene 1

Okay, so just to tell you now, there's people in my head. Alot of them. And it's really, super hard to get them to shut up. By people, I mean of course my characters. As a writer, sometimes random characters pop up into my mind and begin to have a conversation. Sometimes the scenes that I "hear" don't even match, and that's part of the reason why it's so difficult. I'll be dealing with Emma and Jason and the next minute they're gone and Greg and Tina are feeling like a chat. It's really weird. I'm not crazy-- I guess I'm just really into what I do. So, in order to make this blog a bit more interesting, I've decided to post my crazy people here for you. Word for word, the conversations they have. And the scary part is, I have no control over the things they do or say...
Characters: Joshua and Megan
Scene: An empty classroom

Megan paced the floor as if there were nothing to do. She writhed her hands together, over and over again. Josh was becoming very difficult.
"Josh, please, just once," she pleaded, staring him in the eyes with an intesity so great that he almost gave in. "Please, just tell me what happened."
Joshua felt a surge of panic. Megan was serious. She needed to know, she had a right to know.
"No."
Megan groaned and let herself slowly dissolve to the floor. There was no time for fooling around.
"Josh, c'mon, don't do this," she whimpered, holding her head between her hands and occasionally peeking up to stare at him. His expression was cold, hard, motionless.
"I can't." Josh got up from the other side of the room to sit next to Megan. He akwardly placed his arm around her shoulder. She sunk into him, hopeless and tired. He inhaled her sweet smell.
"Megan, if I tell you, there's no going back."
"I understand."
"No, you don't."
Megan angrily pulled away from Josh to look into his face. She placed a hand under his chin to make it directly in front of hers.
"Joshua Girten, I may not understand a word. I may not know the entire point of your information, but Josh, I need to know."
"Okay," he whispered, finally giving in to Megan's plead.
He stood up, walked accross the room, and placed his head in the sink.
"Turn on the water," he ordered. Megan hesitantly rose from her position and slowly turned the faucet nob. Ice water splashed accross Josh's cheek. Megan gasped.
She had no idea that it would be that bad.
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That's my weird little scene that I saw today. It's completely frustrating, because even though that scene was in my mind, I have no idea what's happening to Josh. And I really, really, want to know. My basic interpretation of the whole thing was that Megan is dating Josh, they're in highschool, and somehow they got into an empty classroom at night. Josh obviously has this secret that he won't reveal, and Megan really wants to know. I know that the whole thing has to do with Josh's skin or something. That's the only explanation for the water. Anyway, I'll keep posting followups (If Megan and Josh come back again) and I'll also post other weird scenes involving other characters.
Bye!

Haha!! It's the Bleshna Song!

Insight on My Life

Okay, so because I only have so many characters in my "About Me" Section, I thought I might give you a little insight on my life at this moment. Well, for basics, my name is Gina Rosa but lately a girl at school has been referring to me as "Bella." (Twilight lovers, you'd understand.) I'm just a girl with two sides to her life-- a girly-girl, dainty side, and a sporty, don't-mess-with-me side. I'm still not sure which side I like better. I want to have to whole, I'm-a-girly-girl who-knows-all-of-the-makeup-brands sort of thing, but I kinda like the idea of being au naturale. I'm totally confused at this stage of my life, it's just not fair. Writing shall thenceforth be my release.
Write more later...
Bye!