On the other side…

Her fingers typed away at quite literally the speed of light, just like every other night. The only difference was between her and every other girl was that she did not know who she was talking to, nether did she care. Why would she care, all she wanted to do was feel special, no-one else could apart from strange men on the Internet.
She had been treated like dust all of her schooling years, the goofy teeth, the ginger hair and all the freckles. She had tried on many occasions to kill her self, self harming, everything. The sad fact was she could never escape the reality that was.
Ugly.


This message was edited by DilZZ on Mar 03 2008.

It sounds like the making of a good story, but I need to no more. Continue.

Comeing up! God, I sound like a waiter...
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The message alert was beaming like crazy tonight, more then usual before. Lucky Mary she called herself fitted herself perfectly in her own mind, although the unknown boys weren’t what you call hard to find.
The 18 conversations were all with males apparently ages 14-16, she as a 15 year old was perfect for this, but the years of chat rooms, myspace and bebo, put her in reality that everyone lied about her age.
There was one ‘boy’ that she thought she could trust though. Isn’t it typical, there’s always one. They had exchanged pictures by the gallon, which to many of people the pictures would have been extremely disturbing.
She sat back and took a deep breathe in a logged off everything apart from MSN, she blocked everyone but James, the boy. She sat, staring at the screen, James had never seen Mary’s face before, she made shaw of it, she did not want him to be put off. But the fact he had just asked her to go on webcam….
She sucked in the air and brought her self some courage, she accepted the invitation.
James seemed to be extremely happy. Mary could tell…

James:
I finally get to see you babe, all the pictures of you, you’re a stunner.

Mary:
But you’ve never seen my face, nether met me.

James:
A stunner from the inside babe.

Mary:
But you said from the pictures.

James:
Oh, be quiet, don’t bring yourself down. Anyways, you want to change that “Never met me” part?

The webcam connected at last. Mary sat in the dark room, her ginger hair was showing like crazy, her pale skin and all the rest.

James:
Not just a stunner from the inside, the outside too!

Mary thought to herself, this could be a chance for a friend, a real friend, but not only that but someone who loves me.

Mary:
Yes, lets meet up.

James:
Good choice! (Y) Lets discuss…

quote DilZZ

James:
Good choice! (Y) Lets discuss…

Thanks, I won't be posting the next bit tonight, tomorrow for shaw.
I still want to hear your say though.

Rather good story, stories always interest me when they are about stuff like this.

Very good so far.
Should teach kids these days about giving out pictures from a webcam, and not too meet up with internet people.
I think I know whats gonna happen next, but I wont ruin anything.

sounds like you have a real gift, cant wait to hear the rest.

You got a way with words DillZ. I would never be able to write something like this.

Thanks for all the support guys. I was never a big fan of my own writing, despite me having a joy in making stories.

This one I thought could be interesting while making up ideas because it's a real life dilemma.

Sorry I did not post yesterday, was busy.
More tonight though. (I promise)

Sounds interesting.

Can't wait to read more!

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Jeez. I am actually enjoying this story quite a bit. Update it faster please (Although make sure it has a good quality). Very suspenseful story.

Well, it seems I have caught a tad' of writers block, ending stories is always a problem for me, I don't want to make it cheesy anything. I'll try though.

Well, think. I wanna hear more.

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Two agonisingly slow weeks past for Mary and she stood on a cold Wednesday evening out side the Museam Of Natural History, where they had agreed to meet.
The weather was slowly but surely destroying Mary's good mood. Also the wait for James who was late.
Seemed like a OAP convention today, she stuck out like a bright ginger in the middle of old men.
She sat on the bench next to her and relaxed her eyes a little bit. She didn't get much sleep the other night, the excitement of meeting James kept her up.
Before she knew it she was asleep.
She later woke up and her eyes flickered as her eyes adjusted to the change of light scenery.
"Hello there Mary, I saw you snoozing, I thought I might take you in for abit. You know, just to make sure your alright"
"James?" Mary asked.
"You could say that, but I'm usually addressed as Dr. Viol.
But, you can call me James if you feel like it."
"So, your not? No... But..." Tears dropped from Mary's eyes.
"I thought you were for real, I trusted you!You made me feel special!" "Oh, don't you worry, I'll make you feel special..." James walked to Mary...

Weeks later, you found Mary round every corner, on lamp posts, on T.V.
Tears were shead days after.


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I know, a cheesy ending...
Personally, I hated it..