Mistake Certainly

[Isabela]

Sharon and I decided we wanted to start a new project that involves writing. We would like everyone to participate in this. There are no guidelines or rules, feel free to write what you want so long as the story makes sense.

Sharon and I will begin so feel free to jump in.

Point to be taken. The story is about a girl who can't do anything right, but doesn't get stressed out by her faulty actions. Then comes along this guy who also can't seem to do anything right, only he stresses about everything. They hate each other. They live in a perfect world, where mistakes are deeply looked down upon in their society. But something happens and they are forced to work together where they have to save the world that could care less about them. So the question is can they work together and will it be worth it?

Ok guys you can fill in the details as we go along. Wish ya luck.

[Sharon]

It probably took us like 2 hours to come up with that short blurb right there, so I hope this collaboration will work. We've obviously haven't done anything like this before (with the exception of the poetry collabs. and similar concepts with some games/challenges). I thought the idea for this project was cool and even the story concept seems interesting, so we'll see how this goes.

I'm going to start us off - again please feel free to jump in at any time. Also, if you do not wish to contribute to the story itself, PLEASE go ahead and respond to this thread anyway. Let us know that you are reading the story and leave any comments you may have about it. Feedback ALWAYS encourages me to write and I can't speak for Mimi or any others that will be contributing to the story, but I'm pretty sure they'll appreciate comments as well.

Without any further ado - let's get this thing started.

Mistake Certainly

It never stops. It's always like, I start to feel that I am doing the right thing... that I'm headed into the correct direction but in the end I'm falling into another disaster. It's like anywhere I go, whatever I do... it just never stops - no matter my intentions it all ends up in lies, betrayals... mistakes. Everything... mistakes.

I know I am not a bad person and all I really want to do is what's right, what's expected of me as a member of this community - this perfect society. Instead, I am classified as a delinquent - an individual without conscious awareness of his wrong doings yet too insignificant to be considered a thread to society but I still feel trapped with these people... I do not belong in this prison palace with all of these juveniles who could care less about their future and have no intentions of benefiting to and from everything the community has to offer. I want to prove myself to the Advisers - that they are not wasting their time in this institution and that I belong in the community with everyone.

I just want a sign of how to change and how to get myself out of perdition. I just want a chance. God - please give me a sign.


[Note to Mimi: Dude, I didn't know I was going to manage to get this up tonight, but here it is - I hope you can work with it!]

[Isabela]

Ok Sharon I'll try but I'm not sure on what I'm going to do. I'll try though, you did a good job by the way

No matter how much I pulled the covers up it never seemed to get warm. Outside I could hear the birds singing their 'good morning' song, it was kind of annoying. I dreaded opening my eyes, the stinging sensation of the sun stabbing my eyes always leaves me with a headache. Still though staying in bed all day wouldn't do any good, maybe that would be better, to just stay in bed. That way everything I do won't be...ah it's too early to start.

The morning air was cool and refreshing, though most days start off like this, it was nice to know that at least there was a small trace of routine in my life. The house was silent, quiet for late in the morning. Quickly I put my clothes on, a uniform of navy blue and white, grabbed my bag and headed to my bathroom. Brushed my teeth, my hair, checked my clothes and hopped to the stairs. I didn't hear my parents voices, nor did I hear my brothers or sisters.

Sorry Sharon I didn't know what else to do, hopefully someone can help us out. Please do continue, maybe this'll get going once we know what we're writing about.

[Cullen]

and here comes cullen to save the day.

I had always hated work. The whole worker bee life style never really appealed to me. I knew someone had to do it, but why me? Yet still, day after day, I would march into the building on 1659 Industrial Blvd, and work for nothing but the satisfaction of knowing I had done something semi-productive with my day. The company I work for is called Iglu Industries, and they are currently the biggest name in industrial cooling, in fact they are the only name in industrial cooling. If you currently don't have an iglu, your system's outdated; that's what they're motto says at least.

I went to open the car door when I noticed, across the parking lot, a group of unfamiliar faces. "New recruits," I muttered under my breath. I walked by them not trying to make any eye contact. Eye contact meant they'd ask me questions, and I always seemed to get my words mixed up around strangers. Besides, employee-employee relations were strictly forbidden, so I had no need to give myself a chance to be interested in one of them.

[Sharon]

that is quite interesting, thanks for joining us Cullen! wow, I wonder what's going to happen next

[Isabela]

I dunno Sharon you decide what happens next. Yeah I changed my post, see but I don't know what to add so go ahead and continue.

[nina]

I like this story. Keep up the good work!

[Sharon]

Isabela I had completely forgotten about this project! It was such a good premise, I wonder if we can revive it?

[Isabela]

Goodness, I have not written in a very long time, maybe little tiny "I'm going to explode" type deals. But here goes, lets keep it going

But if I avoid eye contact, I'm being weird or antisocial, yet if our eyes meet, I'll be forced to engage in conversation. That sounds like a disaster, I'll surely say something to offend someone or do something to come off as the office jerk…again. Not today, this train of thought is a bouncy ball rolling down a steep slope. Nip it in the bud, just smile and move along Joe.

"G'mornin Joe", her smile doesn’t fault even as she spills coffee down the front of her blouse. Before I even register the course of my sight, I’m staring at cleavage. I hear the gasps of a few ladies walking along side me, in horror of my blatant gazing or the ruin of her shirt, Ill never know. She smiles and blots the brown stain, oblivious to the scrutiny I’m surely already receiving. There she is, Ms. Klutz-Without-A-Care, moving through this insane asylum I call work. Red already creeps up my neck and the head of embarrassment paining my cheeks.

Hope that helps lead into the next scene!