I Am A Stick の小説・ストーリー

"Hey! Take back what you say." "Never!" I exclaimed, getting up and running away from him without looking back. Soon, the next thing I know, I am lost and I left my IPad on the rooftop. "Shoot. I'm gonna be stuck here for millions of years." I whispered. I punched myself mentally. I continued to walk. "Hello? Anybody?" I asked. "I'm lost. I don't want to be stuck here for the rest of my life. You know I have a life out there." I said out loud. "Hello? Anyone?" I asked. "Oh great, I'm stuck here - Ahhhh - "

“Oh please, I’ll get us out of here and then you can go fuck yourself. I shot back at him. Angrily, I walked away but I haven’t gone really far when my leg got stuck beneath a twig, making me fall over. “Oww.”

It’s on my window! I jumped in fear as I switched on my lamp and stood up. I walked towards my closet slowly and reached out for the first thing in sight. A hockey stick. I held it tightly as I walked on my tip toes slowly towards the window. “W…. Who’s there” I stuttered as I was shaking in fear. There was no reply. I wouldn’t blame the person. Or thief should I rather say. My voice was extremely low to only my hearing. “Who’s there?” I said loudly.

Risa a little fiercely "Oh that ma'am .. I can explain this" "I really do not believe that my students and the younger siblings of my old friend can turn out this bad, besides you who are naughty at school it turns out that you are also a man who is no different from those who like to go to this despicable place?!" Mrs. Risa said with full affirmation

Imagining I’m the woman and Steffan is Nico Sticks. “Colette, talk to me,” his gentle voice immediately pulled me back to reality. I guess he should know before we get married. So, I told him about the video of the Sticks and how it affected me. How Nico Sticks would visit me in my dream doing those things to me.

He said. My mate is such a softie. I smiled at him gently. “Isaiah, we are not gentle women. We are both in the hospital because we aren’t gentle. Sinclair, myself, hell…even Thalia, we have shit backgrounds. We have dealt with worse. You brought her to the hospital. She’s alive. You did good. Stop worrying, okay?” He sighed, “Fine.” Then he smirked, “So you nicknamed me Stickler?” I smiled, “Yes. You follow the rules too much. I bet you feel out of your comfort zone right now even being here and not being the beta at Blackstone.”

She let out a mocking laugh. I bit my lower lip, clenching my hands slowly by my side. She was never my friend. I was stupid to believe she was ever one. I let out a bitter laugh. “I get it now,” I said and looked up at her. " You were an insecure little bitch,” I cussed out, shocking all of them. Reagan snorted, surprised to hear me speak back. “And P.S., Jace is a person, not yours to own or have,” I retorted.

A spoon with a rope as a handle has more purpose than I'll ever have. I'm currently living an average, uneventful life, but It isn't what I crave. I'd rather have an honest, hard-working life where I have to strive for everything or a carefree lifestyle where I never have to lift a finger! My astonishingly mundane life is stuck in mediocrity. My name is Miles, not Morales, Reyes instead. I'm your cliché below average, fake depressing 17-year-old. The first thing you should know about me is that I'm a genuine advocate of equality among humans; I equally hate all.

I'm stuck, what? "H-how-"