Siddiqa Zaid

Im 13and hav alot of interst in writing.Sampleof how I write:

"Open your textbooks to page 361." Came the sharp voice of the teacher. I had no trouble in finding the page, it helps when you have practically learned the textbook by heart.

I watched as people shuffled the pages of their physics book, chattering in low murmurs about how boring the class was. It was the last class of the day and most of them were very restless. I couldn't help frowning at them. I didn't understand how people found learning about physics boring. It was probably one of the most interesting subjects a school could ever offer us.

I heard a little snore beside me. I rolled my eyes as I turned my head to my best friend, Justin Rivers, sleeping on the table next to mine.

"Get up, Justin!" I said, shoving him slightly. "You're drooling all over the table."

Justin got up with a startle, knocking his chair down with a bang. He stared around at the class, breathing hard, like we were some sort of aliens.

"Mr. Rivers, may I ask you what you are doing?" Snapped Mrs. Figall , the dark, thinly made teacher. Justin rubbed his eyes and finally started to recognise his surroundings.

"Sleeping." Justin answered with a small smile causing the class to burst out laughing.

"Well, you may as well continue it, we'll be having you study in detention." Mrs. Figall said coldly.

Justin's smile vanished. "You can't do that! I just caught a wink! I have a basketball match today." He protested. But Mrs. Figall wasn't listening anymore. "Onto page 361. Everyone!" She said sharply, turning to the blackboard.

"Smart move, hero." I sneered as Justin slumped into his seat. "It was your fault, man. You shouldn't have woken me up." He grumbled, yawning.

"Shut up for a while, will you? I'm trying to concentrate on what Mrs. Figall is telling." I whispered harshly.

"You're such a bore sometimes. I'm going back to sleep." He yawned, laying his head on the desk. I shook my head, exasperated, and turned to the blackboard.

I never actually understood how the two of us became best friends. There was nothing common in us beside our ages. We both were 16. Otherwise, he and I were two opposite poles.

Let's put our descriptions in a fan girl sort of way.

If you ask a girl about Justin, her response would be "Omg! Justin is soo hot. Omg, his hair is blonde and his eyes are bluee! Just like a model, omg! I think I'm in love with him. I love the way he acts soo arrogantly and badass. And his jokes are hilarious! Omigosh, and his smilee!! Eeep!! I'm going to faint just thinking about him!"(P.S I'm sorry for all that omging but that's just how fan girls speak.)

And if you ask her about me "Who? Oh, that nerd that hangs out with Justin? He's alright, I guess. Talks very less and is boring, truthfully saying. He's very plain looking too. Brown or blonde hair, I don't know, and green eyes, I guess and he wears specs. Sorry, I don't notice him much. He's too busy talking about how vegetables consist of citric acid or something."

Yes, so that about sums us up, though it was pretty immature of the girl to call me a nerd. Kids these days, really.

Class got over much sooner than I would have liked and the next thing I knew, I was walking home with my other best friend, Lloyd while Justin served his one hour detention.

Lloyd was, unlike Justin, much more mature and understanding. He was a Russian from a fairly rich family, with blonde hair, grey eyes, an impossibility long nose and a rather bad temper sometimes. I'd once heard a girl describe his bad temper as 'hot'. (Well, I'd just like to see if she still says that if he karate throw her all the way across the room.)

I still remembered the day when Justin and I first met him. It was in fifth grade and Lloyd was a new kid in the school. Justin, being the idiot that he was, got into a fight with him. What he didn't know was that Lloyd was a karate blue belt at that time (he's a black belt now) and Justin ended up with his arm fractured.

After that unfortunate incident, the three of us, weirdly, grew to be best friends. "Justin's in detention again, isn't he?" Lloyd enquired as we walked.

"When isn't he?" Sarcasm laced my voice.

"Hey, I need you to help me with a project I've got. Something about enterpi or something." He said, his eyebrows knitting into a frown. Science wasn't one of his strong subjects.

"Its entropy." I corrected him. "And yeah, sure. I'm free anyway. Hey, isn't that Bonnie?" I asked, spotting a brunette running in our direction, smiling and waving.

"Ah, yes." Lloyd affirmed and his face lit up.

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So what do you think of this? Does shows any promise?

I'm a 13 year old. I very serious bout writing storys. Here's a sample of my nw bk i'm writin wich is bout magic (der won't be magic in d sample coz its jst d startin) I jst wnt to know if its gud enuf fr publishing or is it jst lyk a rant novel?Sample :

Chapter 1

My heels clicked on d floor as I walked down d corridor confidently.

All heads turned to luk at me. I had my signature smirk on my face that made boys go weak in d knees.

I flipped my blonde hair to one side of my head & winked at a random freshman boy hu looked lyk he was bout to faint with happiness.

I chuckled slightly. It ws always fun seeing boys go so crazy over me.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around me. I felt.....annoyed.

That's not the reaction most girls have when their boyfriend hugs them but then, I'm not like most girls. And Jade isn't really my boyfriend.

Actually he is, according to everyone else in the school, but to me he's just someone rich enough to buy me Gucci dresses and Channel perfumes. And pay for my petrol bill sometimes.

"Jade! Stop crushing me! You're spoiling my designer dress!" I hissed angrily at him.

"I was just trying to surprise you!" He said looking a little hurt.

"Aww, I'm sorry sweetie!" I said and pulled him into a kiss.

To the onlookers, this kiss was sweet and passionate. But to me?

I just wanted to run as far away from him as I could. I mean, I was smudging my lipstick trying to cheer him up!

Not that I really wanted to cheer him up but in order to get him to do my history project I had to make him happy.

After what seemed like an eternity, we broke away from the kiss.

We just stood there staring into each other's eyes and smiling.....though my brain was screaming at me to run into the girls washroom and fix my make up!

But I had to act lovey-dovey in front of all these people. So hand in hand, Jade and I started walking to our next class.

And then, without a warning, someone poured a bucket of ice cold water on me.

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I screamed and woke up with a start. What the hell just happened? I was at school and now I'm....in my bedroom?

Wait, it isn't my bedroom. Panic filled me as I realized I was in a stranger's room.

I tried to think straight and remember what had happened.

I remembered walking with Jade and someone pouring water on me and then ended up here.

My clothes were still wet, I realized.

I looked down at my clothes expecting to see a emerald green dress but instead I saw a rather unflattering brown sweater and track pants. Those clothes weren't mine either!

"Angie." Suddenly someone called my name. My face snapped to the direction of the person and my eyes met the green eyes of someone much younger than me.

"Angie." He called my name again. I frowned suddenly. My name wasn't Angie. My name was Catherine Haling. Or was it?

I suddenly felt so hopelessly confused. I mean, I didn't even know who I was anymore!

"Angie! Get up!" The boy urged me. "Give me a second, Alan." I muttered without thinking. My eyes widened suddenly. How did I know this boy's name?

"You okay, sis?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I was his sister?

I groaned. I had no idea what was going on. Was I suffering from memory loss or something?

Suddenly it all came crashing down at me. "You are not Catherine Haling. You are Angie Dragor." I whispered to myself.

"That was just a dream."

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! You were Catherine Haling in your dream?" Alan asked in mock horror.

"Shut up, Alan! And wait till mom hears about you using your water spell on me!" I threatened him.

"Let's see if you can even make it past your bedroom, Angie!" He said laughing as he ran out my room.

I furiously stumbled out of bed and tried to go after him but a water puddle magically appeared and I slipped and fell into it butt first!

I groaned in defeat. I shivered and suddenly realized how wet my clothes had become. I would surely catch a cold now.

Wait a second.

I already had a cold! From the past two days to be exact! This dream had really messed up my memory!

How mean of Alan to perform water spells on me even though he knew that I was sick!

I got up muttering angrily and ran down the stairs to find Alan and give him a piece of my mind.

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So hw ws it? pls tell me if its publishing worthy

I'm thirteen and I dont want to boast but I've written a really good horror book and I want a good publisher to publish my book in a printed version. Here's a sample of my book so that you know that I'm really serious :

Chapter 1

I saw it. It was coming. Coming for me. I screamed and started running. Fast. And faster. But it was coming nearer and nearer to me! I didn’t know what or who it was. I just knew it was coming. Coming for me.

I started panting. I started losing speed. But I couldn’t give up. I wanted to live. I was too young to die. I stumbled onto something and fell on the hard ground.

It was very near me now. It wore a very dark hood which hid its face. But I could see it smiling with its teeth which were covered in blood and worms.

It came closer to me. I tried to get up but I couldn’t. It grabbed me by my neck and started strangling me.

I could feel hot tears on my cheeks. My nose started to bleed as I suffocated. I spat out blood from my mouth. I couldn’t breathe.

It pulled me closer to it and pulled down the hood from its face. I saw its face and screamed loudly!

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I fell from the bed with a startle. The nightmare was so REAL! I breathed hard. Even with the A.C. on, I was sweating. I started to cry.

I started getting these nightmares since I shifted to Nightmare town. Stupid, stupid Nightmare town! The name itself is creepy! I don’t know whether the mayor of this town had a creative imagination or what!!

Let me start from the beginning. Dad got transferred from Paris to Nightmare Town (hate the mayor’s choice). It was like going from a total Hi-Fi place to the middle of nowhere. I really wish mom hadn’t died.

My mom died a couple of weeks ago. It was really sad for me and my dad. And then a week later Dad got a letter that he would be getting transferred.

My dad and I had a big fight on that topic. I didn’t really want to leave all my friends and go but dad won the fight (as usual). I really wish mom was here. She would have talked him into not coming to this place.

But everything happened just soo damn fast- the death, the funeral, the transfer, the shifting. Only the nightmares were slow. Gradual. And terrifying. And as I expected, I didn’t sleep wink for the rest of the night.

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Chapter 3

“Dad, we need to move back to Paris!” I urged as dad sat down for breakfast. “Yeah, sure. When you get a job!” Dad joked.

Ha-Ha. Real Lame.

“Daaad!” I whined. “It’s not funny! I get these really bad nightmares here. And I don’t know anyone here. It feels so weird. Unreal. I wish mom was here.”

I could see sadness in dad’s eyes as he spoke “Honey, that is why I don’t want us back in Paris. In Paris there will be things that will remind you of your mother.” I became quiet. What dad said was true. But what about the nightmares?

Then dad spoke up “Hey, you don’t have to stay at home all day you know. I’ll give you the spare keys. You can go in and out anytime but come for lunch at 2:00. And return home by 7:00pm.”

Soon dad went. It was the first time I was staying alone at home. Usually my mom or my maid would be at home but now I was all alone and it felt really kind of creepy.

I decided to unpack my stuff. I picked up a box with the name ‘ICIE CARLON’ on them. Yup. That’s my name. Icie. Silly, isn’t it? I carried the carton to my room.

I tried to open a drawer which had probably belonged to the old owners of this house, but it was locked. I made a mental note to tell dad to get it opened.

Suddenly I had a strange feeling that something was going to happen. I knew…Suddenly something hit me hard on my head.

Maybe ‘it’ had come for me. This time for REAL. I never knew how it looked but I remembered its looks were scary enough to kill me. And it had come for me to strangle me finally, the way it had in my nightmare!

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Sooo thats the sample!! :) wadya think of it?? Nd plzzzz tell me about some good publisher so that I can publish the whole thing plzzzz