Hey..

Hey.
I feel really bad about not posting. You see, I've been super busy lately ever since school started, and my volleyball season has been super stressful. I haven't had the time to post on any of my blogs whatsoever, and, although I hate to say it, I think I'm going to have to leave this blog in your hands.
Don't get me wrong, it's not you! We're still really good friends. You're a wonderful blogger, and that's why I chose to let you take over this blog, because I totally think you can make a good story out of this. You can tell the viewers I am quitting blogging probably forever because I've been so busy and I just don't have time anymore.
I really hope you're not mad at me, because I feel really bad for quitting. Please, please accept my apology!
It's been fun!
~RainbowRider


Well, there you have it. I'm sorry to anyone who wanted her to be apart of this blog, and I don't mind if you turn down the blog because I'm not popular or anything... Whatever. But if anyone wants to be an author, ask away!

Chapter 3: Chocolates

  I was smiling as I stepped on the bus. My bright neon pac man shirt made me seem even more peppy. Then came the ripped jeans and leather boots. Sometimes I believe my sister is right, I'm a nut. But hey, I like nuts! Cashews, almonds, pecans, whatever. I'm just trying to shake off everything. She may think I'm crazy, but let her mope her way out of life. I for example will live life to it's fullest. Last year I was a nerdy punk, but I was always depressed because I had no friends, other than Ethan.

     Ethan.

   "Well, life is like a box of chocolates! You pick one and you never know what you'll get!" I always remember him telling me kind jokes, he found my soft center. At school, I'm hard and with an indestructible friendship wall to my inner feelings, no one ever becomes my friend. But Ethan just saw who I really was. Just like the kids back home. There where four, quadruplets, they where kind and saw through my every barrier. But they where home schooled. Ethan I sat next to at lunch, him and his long black hair and grey eyes. I respected him, he was smart and a social butterfly. He was so smart, he "tutored" me through all sixth grade until I was the smartest kid of all, smarter than Ethan. But now he's gone. Giving me another chance to pout.

Oh joy.

   I had a spiked choaker and pac man necklaces along with my many earrings, all pac man and spike themed. My bangs where colored a surprising neon purple, which parted with my brown hair nicely. My face which was already emotionless turned to anger when she came on. She was in Valentine and I's class. She was perfect at everything, her and her younger brother. I watched out the window as they walked in the bus, and I stared at their house. A mansion! I exclaimed in my head. Too perfect. To make it worse, the she devil sat next to me. She always does that! I grimaced. Her short plaid skirt fit well on her legs, and they seemed custom made and hundreds of dollars and very ugly, and her shirt was sickening too. Then I realized me and Valentine forgot out school uniforms. We where supposed to buy them at school yesterday. I banged my head on the window, trying to make myself black out. 

"Don't do that." She said, with her eyebrows knitted in worry. 

"I'm sorry, what is your name?" I said, with the attitude I was hoping for. 

"I'm Victoria, but everyone calls me Tori, sorry for the mislead introduction your highness." I was beginning to think she wasn't that bad. Maybe if I tried.. 

"Whatever Vikki." I sighed, staring at the window. 

"Uh, hello, Tori! My name is Tori! Get it right You little twit!" She whisper shouted. 

"Oh jeez! I upset the momma bear! I forgot to respect my elders, you artifact," It was really dumb, but then I added, "Vikki." That seemed to set her off. It was like a bomb exploded, Tori stood in the middle of the bus isle. She was going to point a perfectly manicured finger at me and tell me to say sorry, until the bus stopped and she fell into some sticky moldy gum on the floor in back of her. I acted really surprised, then the "waterworks" came. 

"I'm so sorry! But why did you do that to me anyway?" I asked, trying to sound sincere. The bus driver came to my side and told me everything was OK and to explain what happened. "She was telling me I was stupid because I didn't wear the uniform and I was irresponsible and I should just drop out while I have a chance." I sniffled, blowing my nose into a tissue. Wow, this is better than expected! I hope she'll spread rumors, because I'd like to be left alone. And then came Valentina, and she was helping Tori get the gum out of her hair. All through the day she sat next to her. I see she has made a new friend.

 

Chapter 2: My New Adventure Begins

Beep, beep, beep, beep!

Groaning, I rolled over and slapped the snooze button on my alarm clock. I couldn't believe I had to get up so early just to go to school. I had to wake up at 5:30 in the morning so that I could be all dressed and ready by 6:30 when school started. What kind of school started at 6:30 IN THE MORNING? 

To be honest, I didn't even want to go to this stupid school. Apparently, my mother enrolled my sister Alya and I in this school because she thought we were "talented" and "special", but the only thing I felt that I was talented at was staring at the clock, waiting for something to be over. 

I was just about to roll over and try to fall back to sleep when Alya, my crazy sister, came running into the room screaming, "WAKE UP VALENTINE!" as she jumped on top of me. 

"Geroff me!" I growled, my voice muffled by my pillow. Alya bounced lightly off of my bed and onto the ground, dusting herself off and skipping towards the door. 

"You're going to be la-ate!" she sang as she skipped down my hallway and towards the kitchen. I sighed. I swear, everyone on my family was a nutcase. My mom, who thought it was a good idea to enroll me in a school for the talented, my sister, who skipped everywhere she went and was always singing, and my dad, who left his family to fend for themselves. Nutcases. Every single one of them.

Finally I managed to pull my tired limbs out of bed, my eyes barely staying open and my brain feeling weighed down with the thought of another whole school day ahead of me. 7 hours of sitting through what felt like billions of boring classes, staring at the clock like I did best. Skipping and singing wouldn't get me anywhere, and it wouldn't get Alya anywhere either.

After pulling on a pair of dark-denim skinny jeans and throwing on a bubblegum pink hoodie, I walked down our small hallway to our small kitchen, where I sat down at our small dining-room table. I slouched waaay down into my chair, resting my chin on my palms and staring miserably into the distance, not sure what I was even looking at. I thought about all of the things that had taken place recently. My dad leaving us, the move to Miami, and finally, the first day of school which took place just the day before. Everything had seemed just fine. It seemed like a regular middle school to me. There were the usual ugly school uniforms, the dirty bathrooms littered with stray toilet paper, and there was of course the gum stuck on the bottoms of the gym bleachers. Everything seemed just fine to me. Everything should seem just fine to me. 

But there was something about the school that I couldn't shake off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew there was something there that shouldn't be there, like a shadow flitting around among the sunlight. Something was wrong.

I jumped as a voice behind me said, "Sit up straight Valentine. Sheesh, I'm surprised you haven't snapped your spine in half." I looked up right into my mother's fierce blue eyes, trying my best to slouch even lower than I had been a moment ago. My mother was always telling me what to do, where to go, blah blah blah blah blah, and I was sick of it. Telling me that we were moving to Miami was the last straw. I tried my best to ignore her nowadays. 

I watched her with my dull tired eyes as she walked into the kitchen, grabbed a granola bar out of the kitchen cabinets, and threw it at me. I didn't even try to catch it. I just let it bounce off of my face and land on the table in front of me. 

"Eat up kiddo. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" I eyeballed the granola bar, my stomach churning at the thought of trying to stomach that thing. I'd been trying to eat organic for a while now, and this granola bar did not fit into my diet. 

"I'm not hungry," I mumbled, pushing my small breakfast away with one finger. 

"Eat it anyways," my mom replied. "You need the energy. You've been moping around ever since we got here." 

HONK HONK!

I jumped at the sound coming from outside. It was the bus, waiting impatiently for Alya and I at the end of our driveway. I jumped up from the table, grabbed my backpack, stepped into my leopard-print Sperries, and ran out the door, Alya close on my heels.

And another day begins. I thought to myself. A whole new adventure.

Chapter 1: Long Decents

    I'm Aliyah Glass, and my sister is Valentina Glass. We'd lived in Nevada for the longest time in our life. We where happy until our father began cheating on our mother behind our backs when Valentine and I where five. Mom eventually found out, but it took her awhile because she was always on secret missions and stuff. She worked for the FBI, and was trained to help the world! She was always gone for long times having meetings and stuff. We thought it was the best, but dad just saw it as a time to go see Amelia Nickelson, hid co-worker for Markason Industries. My mother took us and left, wuthout giving dad a single word. After that we moved cross country, all the way to Virginia. We lived in a log cabin, and me and Valentine where always sad and scared but mother always made us feel better. Sometimes mysterious men in black suits came to our house, asking for "Miss Joanne Tayme". Our mom left us then, and a nice man named Luke would come to see us. Mom and him  hanged out a lot, and finally they became engaged! Our life was awesome then, we where the Glass twins. Mother Joanne Glass and father Lucas Glass. Then we moved when me and Valentine where this age now, 14, to Miami Florida to start a new life. And surely, it was frightening. More frightening than moving to Virginia.

   We moved to the rich people's town. We would be judged, battered, and treated like ragdolls.I never would understand it. I never can. I walk around Marianne's High School for the Gifted. I was there for who knows what. I bet my mom enrolled us there because we where rich enough to, and she thought we where talented.

   Walking down the beautiful halls of the school, pictures of young kids meeting presidents and principals meeting their "now famous" pupils. Beautiful paintings and puzzling abstract arts where on the walls, and school academic trophies where cased on marble podiums, as well as sculptures and scientific creations or artifacts. In my opinion, this hall was more of a museum than a school hallway. It was called "Grand Blue Hallway", and all the students  trudged through the hallways for their next classes. Me and Valentina where in the same homeroom, and I suppose our homeroom was for the "to be decided" kids. We where shoved with other people our age, fourteen and living the dream. Yes, I decide that's what I'll call all the proper brats in the school. Even they looked fabulous in our ugly and repulsive school clothes. Yellow and green plaid skirts with a skin tight bright yellow sweater with white collars and a green emblem for the school. Most of the kids wore green and yellow plaid bows in their hair, and looked stunning. I thought I looked hideous, but dear Valentina looked like the prettiest girl in class.

  "Hi there!" Said a peppy young girl. She had frighteningly curly bright blonde hair and crazy looking lime green eyes. "We're the prep team!" she had two pretty girls behind her with long bangs and blueish black looking hair. Their eyes where a dark blue also. "And we're here to help you get started!" The quiet girls in the background nodded in approval. "Hey!" said a hurt sounding voice from behind. "I was supposed to introduce the new kids!" A beautiful girl with orangeish pinkish looking hair that was as long to the backs of her knees, and pretty sunset orange eyes. Fake. Fourteen and living the dream. "Come on..." I said, tugging Valentine's arm. "Let's go find our desk." "Yeah.." she stammered. We walked away.

Welcome to "Ragdolls"!

RainbowRider here!

Welcome to "Ragdolls" a new story blog that me and a friend of mine named Avvy G has thought up and made. 

This story is about two sisters by the names of Alya and Valentina Glass. They live in a quiet town full of life and love, and everyone who lives there can see the beauty in everything.

But when Alya and Valentina's mother needs urgently to get out of her past, everything changes. They move to Miami, and the two girls obviously have to attend a new school. Valentina immediately finds herself in the "popular" group, while Alya gets bullied as her relationship with her sister weakens. Valentina doesn't know how to deal with her mean new friends, and her old town's inner beauty will leave the whole family if they don't patch up their scars like the ragdolls all humans are. 

So, there you have it! Since Avvy G and I are writing this story together, this story blog is going to be a little different than any other story blogs. We will alternate chapters, meaning Avvy G will write the first chapter and then I will write the next. It will go on like this throughout the whole story. Avvy will write chapters that are written from Alya's point of view, and I will write chapters that are from Valentina's point of view. Does that make sense? 

I'm so excited to start writing the story, and I hope that you're just as excited to start reading.