I didn’t quite double my story, but I started to write the “battle” which is the argument between my main character and antagonist. I still have more to add to it, and more characters to develop. My story started kind of slow but it is going to get more fast-paced and have more going on soon, I’m just figuring out how to transition it. I’m not extremely happy with my story so far but I think I can make it interesting once I further develop it.
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# Title Page
**[[Begin->Abbi’s Premise]]**
Everytime Angie [[lies]], she writes it down in her prettiest [[journal]].
She lied about a lot of things. She told her [[best friend]] her hair looked good on Tuesday.
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She mentioned a boyfriend that didn’t exist to her mother during dinner.
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She told her father that she was getting straight a’s.
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Angie lied about most things, actually. It was fun for her.
The journal was blue with images of purple roses printed on the front.
Angie brought her journal with her most places she went. Despite this, no one knew she owned the journal, except for her [[best friend]] , Betty.
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Betty noticed the journal sitting in Angie’s lap one afternoon during the school’s [[talent show.]]
Angie’s best friend’s name was Betty. Betty had curly blonde hair, but she did her best to straigten it down before school each morning. Sometimes she would miss peices in the back where she couldn’t see. Angie couldn’t help but focus on this during the [[talent show.]]
Every year, the school had a talent show. This was Angie’s favorite place to bring her journal.
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Some acts were good, some acts were bad. Some people who preformed Angie [[knew]], some people she didn’t. It was like a game for Angie, to be a judge on how she believed people (italic) really (italic) preformed.
Angie and her [[best friend]], Betty, sat next to each other at talent show. They laughed and clapped and cheered.
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A girl Angie and Betty both knew, Lisa, got up to preform. She sang “Halo” by Beyonce. It was the most horrible thing that Angie had ever heard. She wondered how Lisa was even able to audition.
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Angie turned to Betty during the song. “I didn’t realize how beautiful of a voice Lisa had,” Angie whispered. “she’s doing an amazing job”. Betty smiled and nodded and Angie opened her journal and clicked her [[pen]].
The day after the talent show, Angie showed up to school in a better mood than usual. She entered the double doors to her highschool and smiled at people in the hall before stopping at her [[locker]]. She threw her coat and her journal into her locker and waited for Betty. They usually walked to [[class]] together.
Angie’s locker was right next to Betty’s. Every day Angie got to school, before her science class, Angie put her coat, journal, and [[pen]] into her locker and then walked with Betty to class.
Betty never arrived at Angie’s locker before science class like she usually did. Angie figured Betty was sick and didn’t tell her she wasn’t coming to school. She walked to class alone.
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After class, Angie stopped back at her [[locker]] to grab her lunch. She opened the locker door and noticed her journal was missing. Angie’s heart started to race. She looked up and down the hall franticly, wondering who had taken it. Feeling hopeless, Angie grabbed her lunch and closed her locker, slowly walking to the [[cafeteria]].
While eating her lunch in the cafeteria, Angie peered around, guessing who had it out for her. Why else would someone take the journal? No one knew what she wrote about, at least Angie thought.
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That night, Angie tossed and turned. She ran through her head the amount of times she wrote mean things about others. She thought about how much it would [[ruin]] her life if her lies ever got out.
Angie returned home that night without her journal. As she laid in bed, she felt powerless and desperate. Maybe the journal (italic) was (italic) in her locker and she had overlooked it on accident. Her eyes closed slowly and she was swept into restless sleep.
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The next day, Angie walked into school. The halls were quieter than usual.
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Angie realized, the only lies that had not been revealed were the one’s she had written about Betty. A moment of panic and sadness waved over her. Betty was her true friend, the person she trusted the most in the world. How could she have done something like this?
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Frantically, Angie drove to Betty’s house, hoping to confront her. When she arrived, Betty’s house looked dark and daunting. She felt fear as she knocked on the [[front door]]. She felt like she didn’t know who Betty was anymore.
Betty didn’t take long to answer the door.
“Hey,” she said, her breath trailing off into the fall air.
“Can we talk about something?” Angie said nervously. She squeezed her hands into fists anxiously as Betty nodded.
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Betty’s room felt bigger than it had before. Angie sat on her computer chair Uncomfortably.
“So you know how my journal has been missing?” Angie started.
“Obviously” Betty said. Angie felt embarassment wash over her. What an awful week she had experienced. Most people hated her, the boy she liked was disgusted by her, and everyone knew all of her most private thoughts.
“You took it, didn’t you? I’m so confused, what do you have against me? That’s like, mean…” Angie said, her voice raising. She felt angry now.
Betty took a moment to answer.
“How did it take you so long to suspect me? I’m the only person who knew about what you [[wrote]] in that thing, or that you even had it. You’re a sad person, you know that right? I didn’t do anything wrong. You’re a pathalogical liar, and you just think it’s funny. You need help.”
Angie was shocked by this. Betty had never spoken to her like this. She looked down at her hands. She thought about how full the journal had been of lies. She thought about how she had been betrayed by her [[best friend]].
“I thought by revealing those lies, you would realize how messed up you are.” Betty snapped. “You still don’t seem to get it, though.” She shook her head at Angie, who was still suffocating in her thoughts.
“Yeah, some of the lies were small and harmless. Some were mean but you’re a human, that’s whatever. But some of the things you lied about are just pointless and hurtful,” Betty turned and opened her bedside table’s drawer, shuffling inside and revealing the [[journal]]. The purple roses on the front caught the overhead flourecent light and blinded Angie for a moment. Betty opened the journal, flipping through pages.
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“Oh, here we go,” she said, pointing at Angie’s scribbled words. “I told Betty today that her hair looks good. Truth is, she always misses a spot in the back when she tries to straighten it. I’ve seen a few people point and notice. I think it’s funny.” Angie cringed. It felt weird to have Betty read this back to her. “It just gets worse!” Betty announced, flipping to the next page. “I told Tyler that Betty was annoyed by him in hopes that he wouldn’t persue her. He seemed hurt, so I think it worked.” Betty glared at Angie, who looked up and frowned.