I Am A Stick の小説・ストーリー

My hands caught a stick; I prayed to the moon that the stick was strong enough to inflict some pain on them. They chased after me and one of them jumped on me. I fell to the ground and somersaulted, dislodging the one who had jumped on me. When I stood up with my stick in my hands, they stood and faced me, snarling and barking. I rolled my stick in the air and barked. They barked and laughed. Then they made for me. I ran. Whether something coiled up my feet or my feet hit something, I didn’t know but one minute later I was on the ground, in pains. They giggled and rushed at 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.

It was a stick like figure and there were two hands and two legs that were made of stick too. Its head was made of leaves that sprouted from its brain maybe and there were tow big dots on his body. He was a walking stick. I only blinked and rubbed my eyes, thinking that I was hallucinating. Maybe I really needed to go back and sleep. But despite rubbing my eyes and staring intently, it was clear that I was indeed staring at a walking stick. “What is this?” I breathed and the stick quickly hid behind the leaves. “Come out, I saw you”

It was my punishment and my teacher. I held it in both hands, feeling the smooth, hard grain of the wood. I walked over to the full-length mirror and looked at myself. My eyes were red and puffy. My hair was a mess. I looked exactly like what the voice said, a joke. A useless thing that couldn't even spell a ten-letter word. I raised the stick, my heart hammering. I looked at my reflection and felt a wave of pure, hot anger. “Why are you like this, Gianna? Why can't you just be normal?”

I am not the woman anyone can just play with. I am the one who 'plays' someone. "Because I am indestructible."

She doesn't notice. I panic and do the only thing I could think of. I grab a thick stick, the first thing my hands and eyes land on un the moment; and rush towards her. "Duck!" I yell, lifting the stick up. Her eyes widen in confusion, but the moment I swing the stick, she does as she's told. She ducks, and before the goon can comprehend what just happened, the stick makes contact with his head. Sending him reeling, and falling to the ground immediately. Silence, and my heart drops. The stick tumbles out of my hands before I know it. Mira stares at the body, and rushes to me when she sees the panic in my eyes.

I try to. I am an animal. I am not Mara.

CRACK! The sound echoed in the room as I used the stick to hit her head. She dropped to the floor immediately, unconscious. I hit her head with it again, for extra effect. Or maybe because I hated her. she was a bitch. I should hit her over and over till she died but that wasn’t in my place now.