`let me escape my {own} fate

[caylee[:]

`let me escape my {own} fate
(banner coming soon)

Plot:
Jessica Adams is the richest girl in the state of Florida. She hates it.
She wanted to go to public school and have normal, non-stuck up friends.
She has never had a boring moment in her life. She has everything planned.
She wishes she could just get away from it. Will she run away?

Characters:
Jessica Adams (http://gossipteen.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/selena-gomez-photos-2.jpg)
Shay Marlos (http://jonasbrothers.netsons.org/images/demi_lovato.jpg)
Taylor Torres (http://images.hollywoodgrind.com:9000/images/2007/10/miley-cyrus-ellen-1011-1.jpg)
Shane Jonas (http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd188/cuppycakes94/Joe%20Jonas/joe.jpg)
Nate Jonas (http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2382/2277723189_73f3a0bd37.jpg)

Chapters:
1 (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2414369&postcount=5)
2 (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2418747&postcount=15)
3 (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2510445&postcount=25)
4 (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2510969&postcount=31)
5 (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2627173&postcount=40)

If you like my start, comment. Questions and answers below.

Questions and answers:
Am I accepting characters?
No. It makes things complicated. Although, you never know when I'll need a character.

OMJ! Are the Jonas Brothers in it?
Yes. Of course. But they just look like them. I've changed their personalities quite a bit.

Why isn't Kevin included?
I love Kevin, although I wasn't sure where to add him.

How are they all linked?
You'll find out. [;

Any other questions?
Ask me, I'll answer them.

[danadog75]

sounds good...start!

[boomBINDEE!]

dudee, start !

[caylee[:]

alright, i'll start.

[caylee[:]

My First Concert
At 16, you would think I had gone to a concert before. I was standing in my hall closet. I looked through my shirts.

I found one I had bought without my parents knowing. It was a black shirt with a hot pink heart with an arrow through it.

I thought it was fine to wear to my first concert. I pushed past all my dresses and got to my jeans. I found a dark pair

of skinny leg jeans. I pulled them off the hanger. Suddenly, I heard my door swing open and I jumped. "Cupcake?" my

dad yelled. It was muffled through the many hallways of my closet. "Yes?" I yelled. "Are you wearing your dress your

great grandmother bought you?" he was walking towards me. "Yeah, um. Not really." I replied. I walked through my

dresses and shuffled to find the one I had recently gotten. "What do you mean?" he asked. He was walking faster.

"Dad!" I yelled. I thought fast."Don't come any closer! I'm, uh, naked!" I yelled. His footsteps stopped. "Oh." he said.

"Then, I'll go find your mother." he walked away. I let out a breath. I pulled open a shoe box, hidden under my

dresses. I lifted the top and pulled out my Chuck Taylors. I smiled to myself. I held all my stuff and walked to the

front of my closet. I pulled out a suitcase and put the stuff in. I pulled random shirts off the shelf and completely

covered my clothes. I was pretty sure they wouldn't find out about my clothing choices. If it was up to me, I would

burn 95% of all the clothes in my closet. It wouldn't matter, because my parents would just buy it all over again.



I had just finished pulled my blue and pink sundress over my head. I felt so weird in it. "We have to go!" my dad yelled

through the door. "I'm coming! Geez!" My dad had the door open, and I walked through it. We walked down four flights

of stairs to get to the garage. I was super excited about my first concert.

Sorry it's suckish. I was in a hurry. 2-3 comments.

[boomBINDEE!]

ooh moree

[best_of_both_worlds16]

More! This sounds interesting. :P

[ilygracie]

ohhhh it's good!
i like it moreness

[xXmandyXx]

cute :]
moree :]

[MileyandAshleyfan4ever]

The name of the ff reminds me a name of a band I like, funny :P Moree!

[Curly]

You're good. This is good. More please?

[boomBINDEE!]

The name of the ff reminds me a name of a band I like, funny :P Moree!
escape the fate? :P
haha, yea that's what i thought.

&& post please :o

[caylee[:]

i thought about escape the fate too. xDD

[MileyFan077]

Keep writing. It's good.

[caylee[:]

It's Ok to Be Scared
I was still in a dase as I sat in the limo. My parents had walked in and found me while at the concert and caught me in my 'revealing' clothes.
It made me extremely furious when they pulled me out of the concert in the middle of Lovebug. They said I didn't deserve to watch the rest.
They directed me to the bathroom and made me change my clothes. They were sitting across from me, having a quiet converstaion. While I
listened, I was rubbing my cheek, where my dad had slapped me because I 'disoboyed' by lying and going behind his back. That was the first
time he ever slapped me. He had a bottle of whiskey in his hand and my mom had her worry face on. He was beginning to slur his words. Me
and my mom obviously agreed without conversing over the subject. My mom put her hand around the bottle on my fathers lips. Although she
was trying to help my father, I knew she was going to get hurt. I had never feared my father as much as I dad at this moment. He removed
the bottle from his lips and my mother grabbed it from him. His face went from soft to hard as stone. His hand came up and slapped my mother
harshly. I winced and her cheek became bright red. My father pulled the bottle to his lips again and gulped down the yellowish liquid. I motioned
for my mother to come sit by me. She scooted over and put her arm around my neck and I put my hand on the imprint on her cheek. She gave
me a fake smile, but I acted as if it seemed real.

When we were finally home, me and my mom hurried into the house. She told me to go into my room and get my pajamas on. I was walking
into my room and I heard glass shatter across the floor. I turned around and my father was wobbling around. I was staring at the glass. There
was no liquid on the ground. My mouth fell open, and I thought it was going to hit the floor. He had drunk the entire bottle of whiskey and now
he was drunk, more than drunk. Although I couldn't find the word. I was hoping my mother was in her closet, the biggest closet in the house.
My mom and myself knew what would happen if my dad got hold of either of us. When he gets drunk, he becomes mean and agresive. I had
to stop going to school for three weeks becasue I had a purple bruise on my arm the size of a baseball, due to my dad.

I was running through my closet, to the back, where my future prom dresses where. I pushed past them and sank down on the wall. I held
my breath as my dad walked by. I saw him trip over himself and kept walking. I crawled through the dresses and I peeked through. My dad
turned the corner, "JESSICA! Sweet...cake. Come here!!" He yelled. I flew back into the wall. His voice faded and I quickly crawled through
the dresses and ran out of the closet. I ran through the hallways and couldn't see where I was going. I was just scared. I ran into a wall.
No, it was a door. My mom's door! I turned the handle. It was locked. "Mom! Let me in!" I pleaded. My voice kept breaking. I felt I was going
to cry. She opened the door and tears where streaming down her face. She hustled me in and shut and locked the door. She wrapped her
arms around me and kissed my head. I felt the tears land on my hair. "Hurry sweetheart!" she was running with me to her closet. She opened
the door and we both ran to the left corner of her closet. We pushed blindly past her fancy, thousand dollar dresses. She kneeled down and
pulled on a handle. It was a triangle door! She pushed me into the small hole and she followed. On the inside it was a lot bigger. A tear rolled
down my face, and then a few more flowed over. "It's ok to be scared." I was laying on her lap, and she kissed my head. We both heard my dad
screaming outside the hidden door. I grabbed my moms hand and closed my eyes.

[danadog75]

ohmygosh, how sad!
but its soo good!

more soon!

[WiLDoNE0457]

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[munchkingirl822969]

coolio! write more!

[boomBINDEE!]

omg, dude, more :o

[MileyandAshleyfan4ever]

escape the fate? :P
haha, yea that's what i thought.

&& post please :o


exactly! Funny!

Loved it, more!

[MileyFan077]

This is reaaaaly good. MORE!

[caylee[:]

Should I continue?
I forgot about this. :P:o

[huskerrich]

I'll read it if you continue.

[caylee[:]

Oh Kay.
I'll continue. I'll have the chapter posted soon. :P

[caylee[:]

We have to get out of here!

I lay across my Mom’s lap. Her mouth was hanging open, and she was snoring softly. “Mom?” I nudged her with
my elbow. My head was throbbing, and it had a large bump. My arms were scratched, but they didn’t sting. My
Mother’s mouth abruptly closed and her eyes shot open. Her had a scared, shocked, and pained look on her face.

She grimaced and lifted my from her lap. “Tip-toe up stairs and be sure to lock your door. Get some clothes or
whatever else you need. We have to leave.” Her hand was trembling but she reached for the door handle. She
slowly turned it and she peeked outside. I was terrified my dad was outside waiting.

My Mom let out a sigh, which was a good sign. “He’s passed out. Drunk. Now, Hurry!” she whispered. She
helped me through the door. Me room was lit up. I ran, and everything around me was a flurry. I ran as
fast as I could and I could barely hear my father yelling, and my mom screaming. I heard footsteps running
after me, making me push myself harder.

I finally saw my door and I pushed it open and slammed and locked it quickly. I took long strides to get to my
closet and eventually I got there. I ran to my casual clothes and pulled seven pairs of jeans off hangers and
seven shirts as well. I went to my dresser and grabbed socks and underwear. I pulled out a black suitcase
from under a bench and looked in the mirrored walls. I looked horrible. I pulled my fingers through my hair,
and rubbed under my eyes, removing runny mascara. I patted my hair down and mumbled under my
breath ”Heck with it. I’ll fix it later.” I longed to take a nice, warm shower. I threw my clothes in the suitcase
and zipped it up. I heard my father grumble and his feet shuffle. My body froze. I pushed my luggage under
the bench and crawled under the dresses, hiding myself. I was getting tired of this. I saw my fathers feet and
before I knew what I was doing, I kicked out my leg, and I heard a thud. My father hid the ground hard. I rushed
out of my hiding place and tugged on my luggage. I pulled the door closed and propped my desk chair against
the door, putting the back of the chair under the door-nob. I rushed down stairs, pulled my suitcase behind me. My
mom was crying in a corner, her face red. She had on a new pair of clothes, and she had tried to fix herself up, I
could tell. Her hair wasn’t sticking up everywhere. She had foundation on, and a little eye makeup. She looked decent.

“Oh, Mom.” I sighed sympathetically and knelt down next to her. I wound my arms around her shoulders and
whispered, “We have to get out of here!” she propped up and wiped off her cheeks. She stared at me and smiled genuinely.

“Do I look fine?” she stood up. It didn’t matter how we looked on the inside, but we had to look fine on the outside. I smiled
and gave her a thumbs up. Suddenly woozy, I staggered to get up. We shuffled to the garage and hopped in my mom’s Mercedes SUV.

Almost an hour later my mom pulled into a parking spot and ordered me to get the luggage as she locked the car. I did
as told and we went to check in to a hotel.

[PursePrincess4eva]

woahhhhhhh more.

[caylee[:]

How about one more comment? :o

[MileyandAshleyfan4ever]

haha, More!!

[caylee[:]

I'll post later. :o

[huskerrich]

more please

[caylee[:]

Are You Who I Think You Are?

I pulled my suitcase up the stairs, room key in hand. I was hot and sweaty and I was not

emotionally stable. I almost had a breakdown in the lobby, but I had held it in. I badly wanted to

get in my room and take a shower. I glanced at the doors, searching for my room number, 350. I

smiled as I saw our room number. I whipped out the key and slid it through like a credit card and

pushed the handle door, causing the door to open. The two beds where made, there was a TV, a

desk in the corner, A large window in the back that took up most ot the wall, and also a long, low

marble counter with a bucket, and cups for the ice machine.

I set my luggage down and quickly walked to the bathroom and faster then a tornado I had

stripped down. I hopped in the shower and turned on the water. Thirty minutes later I hopped out and

wrapped a town under my arms. I looked in the foggy mirror but I couldn’t see myself. I wiped my hand

over the glass and looked at myself. I looked a lot better. I liked it here. I could do
something, anything, and no one could order me around. I
unzipped my suitcase and looked through it. I pulled out a soft piece

of cloth. I was baffled. I smacked my forehead. Oh. My swimsuit. Wait. What? Why do I have my swimsuit?

I sighed. I might as well go swimming. I pulled out the bottom piece. I walked into the bathroom and pulled

it on. Finding my hair brush was a struggle, but I found it and started pulled out the tangles in my hair.

There was a small blow-drier with a cradle installed into the wall. I switched the settings to Hot and High.

It only took 10 minutes to get my hair completely dry. I whipped on some thin liner, a bit of mascara, and

light blush. My ensemble was fairly appealing. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed a clean towel.

I slipped off my sandals and slowly glided into the water. The bubbling, hot water relaxed my

tested muscled. Two boys walked towards me. My eyes opened and my mouth gaped. They were gorgeous.

Flawless skin. Smooth chests like marble. They slid into the water and one with curly hair smiled and me

and I swear he winked at me. I blushed and looked down. They looked so familiar! Wait! Are they?!

“Are you guys who I think you are?” I stared at them, one) because I was captured by their gorgeous-ness

and two) I was completely shocked they were here.

“If you think we’re the Jonas Brothers, you’re right.” The one with curly hair said, and this time I was

positive he winked at me, again. My heart fluttered and my cheeks flared red.

“Oh.” Was all I could say. I was speechless as I really took in the curly haired ones looks. It struck me, his

name was Nick. His curly hair, his flawless skin, his breathtaking smile. Everything about him was amazing.

I didn’t notice he was saying something until he waved his hand in front of my face. “Whaa? Huh?” I

snapped erect.

“Your name?” he leaned back again and that beautiful smile was still plastered on his face.

“Jessica,” I said breathless, “Jessica Adams.”

[huskerrich]

more please

[caylee[:]

I might post tonight, otherwise tomorrrow.

[MileyandAshleyfan4ever]

more!

[caylee[:]

I'll post more today!

[inluv]

u should continue this

[ilygracie]

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[ilygracie]

wow.
thread killerrr...
more?

[caylee[:]

First, I want to say I hope I don't get in trouble for bumping an old thread.
I really want to continue this, so I'll post the chapter after this. Again, sorry for bumping an old thread.

[caylee[:]

I’ll Miss You

I sat on Nick’s bed, Xbox controller in hand. I took aim and pulled the trigger button. A guy’s head blew into pieces. My phone vibrated in my back pocket and I pulled it out quickly, pressing ‘Call’ and cradling it between my ear and shoulder. “Yes?,” I said into the phone, glancing at Nick who had paused the game momentarily.

“Honey, we are leaving in half an hour. Come to the room, get packed and say good-bye to your little friends. Love you, See ya.” She hung up. The phone beeped once and then was silent. I pressed ‘End’ and looked at Nick.

“What happened?” He asked scooting closer to put a comforting arm around my back. I looked down at my hands. The tears were uncontrollable. They slid down my cheeks one after the other, silent. I was unsure if Nick knew I was crying or not. I put my hands on my face and wiped them quickly across my cheeks and under my eyes. He lifted my face up to his at eye-level. “Please, tell me what happened?” He asked again.

“My mom called. She said to pack. I’m-,” I quickly corrected myself, “We’re leaving.” I looked down again. My sadness turned to anger in a matter of seconds. Did she not realize this was one of the best weeks of my life? Did she intentionally plot to destroy it? Looking at my hands, they balled into tight fists. Nick still didn’t know the real reason I came here, I didn’t have the guts to tell him. Also, my mind couldn’t take the stress of replaying those events. I clenched my hands tighter together, like bighting down on something hard to keep from screaming when an unplanned surgery has to be done and there’s no morphine. My nails dug into my skin, but I didn’t notice it.

“SHE DID THIS ON PURPOSE!” I screamed and jumped from the bed, “SHE WANTED TO RUIN EERYTHING!!” I started stomping around like a baby. My gut was embarrassed but my mind spun wildly. I just fell. My legs didn’t feel like they were apart of my body anymore. They just like weren’t there. I cried. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. They ran down my cheeks like sheets of rain. Nick was by my side in seconds. He propped my up and hugged my. I was practically sitting in his lap. I leant my head on his shoulder. I tried to stop crying. I clenched my jaw tight and tried to shut my eyes so the tears couldn’t fall. Nick stared at me; probably wondering my I was so upset. As if he hadn’t heard my screaming when he was three feet away? I wished I was anywhere but here. I didn’t want to let Nick see me like this.

“I…have to go.” I started to get up but Nick grabbed my arm.

“Wait. One sec.” He kneeled down by the bedside table and scribbled on a pad of paper. He handed the paper to me after tearing it from the binding on the notepad. “Please call me if you ever need anything. Even someone to talk to.” He hugged me quickly and walked with me to the door. I opened the door, gave him my best smile (though it probably looked like a grimace),thanked him quickly and asked him to say bye to his brothers for me. I left then, no real good-bye.

I made my way to my room, paper in hand. I folded it twice and shoved it in my back pocket, next to my phone. I opened my door that surprisingly was unlocked. My mom was next to the dresser, picking up a silk shirt of hers. It was neatly folded already so she just set it in her suitcase on top of other clothing. “Almost ready to go?” I asked her.

“Yep. Start packing.” She pulled my suitcase from under the bed and flipped it open. I opened the closet and yanked my clothes off the hangers and threw them in my suitcase. I went through the clothes, checked everything was there, and zipped it up in one quick movement. I dragged it outside to the car where I shoved it in the trunk and jumped in the front seat, waiting for my mom.

[vicainpink]

amazing ! <3

[caylee[:]

thank you. (:
one more comment and i'll post more. (:

[boomBINDEE!]

moreee :]

[caylee[:]

k, like a half hour. (:

[vicainpink]

i'm waiting ;D
lol .

[caylee[:]

it might take a little longer than expected.
i'll try to have it up tonight. (:

[caylee[:]

i'm so sorry! i was typing the chapter and all these pop-ups like swarmed my computer and i had to shut it down without saving! D:
i will have the chapter tomorrow, i promise!

[caylee[:]

i will have it up eventually. i wrote it down now i have to type it.
it will be kinda short. sorry. |:

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