Innocence
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Innocence
by Hazelstar January 11th 2012, 19:50
This is an non-related novel I'm planning to publish around 2016-2020 (I'm only 13 too 
) Well it's called Innocence and its about a story in the points of view of four kids (Caleb, Emma, Hailey, and Levy) Read on to see what enters their terrible world, and learn their destinies and histories! 
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
I also have a question, later in this novel theres a part thats more graphic (a fight) then normal novels, would that be aloud to post on here? I don't want people getting offended or they find it inappropiate. It's a slight form of torture that i didn't know if it was appropiate or not Dx Please tell me, i dont want to be getting in trouble, thanks!
) Well it's called Innocence and its about a story in the points of view of four kids (Caleb, Emma, Hailey, and Levy) Read on to see what enters their terrible world, and learn their destinies and histories! Chapter 1
- Spoiler:
- Chapter I
The Man
Caleb
I could easily feel the sweat running down my cheek bone, and soaking into my shirt. My fingers curled, knuckles white on the badminton handle. I heard the cheers loud and clear, getting to the finals was a miracle. Levy Smith stood stone still across the net. Her hair fell down to her shoulders, blowing in the slight draft of the stadium. I can't do it, I just can't. I repeated the sentence over and over in my head. Where were they? Emma and Hailey had never been late to a game before. Maybe I could do it, or at least make a tie without them cheering.
Emma and Hailey had been cheerleaders for as long as I could remember, the goofy outfits, fake smiles. No wonder they preferred dance better. Even as a guy, I would too.
Levy was to start first, the instructor came forward, handing her the winning red ball. Here in Palm Coast, Florida, the red ball signified the final match. All the other balls were either green or yellow, but the red ball meant business. Not very people had handled it before, though those we have say it has a rougher surface. Like tiny needles, spread across the ball, but to small to pierce the skin.
My thoughts had wondered far, far enough not to notice the new cheers within the crowd.
Emma and Hailey stood side-by-side, on the floor by the stands. In their matching tank-tops and a long sign that read, Go Caleb, We Love You! This truly gave me the spirit of winning, maybe I could now. Then impulsively, I lift my chin and give them a big grin and wave. Emma waves frantically while Hailey just smiles back.
I would win.
I would, for my best friends.
On the score board I saw Levy's and my faces pop up. It was time to start my last and final badminton match of the season. Then collage was around the corner, and I would start up again. But first, I had to go through the painstaking summer of packing, saying good-byes because Hailey, Emma and I all happened to pick different collages. The odds couldn't have been worse.
I cracked my knuckles, looking away from my girls.
I was ready.
I let out a breath and I knew when I breathed in, the bell would ring and the games would begin.
I took a breath in. The bell didn't ring. I look away, first at Levy, who looked just as confused as I was. Then at the instructor who was looking at something behind me. I turn, seeing the score board again. But with my backed turned the unthinkable happened. The bell rang loud and clear, a brief apology was said and Levy had the right away.
I turn swiftly, on my heels. The anxiousness was gone. My eyes clear, I focused on Levy. Her smooth hand went up, the red ball a slight blur. Then her hand came down, and her other hand came from behind her, the badminton racket in it. It was the usual serve. A swift movement and the ball rang high and clear over my head. The red was easy to make out from the gray ceiling, if I missed, it would just be the misjudgment of my hand.
I swung forward, hitting the ball right between the racket, sending it straight at Levy's chest. She leaned back, like she was doing limbo and shoved the racket forward, hitting back at me. I jumped, pulling the racket above my head, and swung it down, hitting the ball just before the net.
The red ball whistled forward, bouncing slightly off the loose net and falling right at Levy's feet. She looked down, brown eyes wide in surprise, and looked back at me.
I had known Levy for awhile, but not enough to get to know her. She was just as good at badminton as I was, maybe even better. Even if I did lose, I wouldn't care. I was here to enjoy my last few precious months with my best friends. Another bell signified a new round. I was handed the ball again ready to play another round.
I did this three more times, till the final round.
It was three to two. I was ahead.
Either it would be a tie or I will win.
I had consistently admired the golden trophy of a badminton player diving in the school's show case, since I was little.
When I was 8 I had made a spot in my room, ready for that trophy. I had tried and tried till now; at the age of 18 I finally had a chance to get it. Though I will have to make a new show case for my trophy, it would be worth it in my college dorm. I would have to have my dorm buddy let me do it, or I would leave the dorm. Badminton was my life, and I knew I would continue for awhile. Even though I was a small 5' 3", I was good. Everyone told me so, except my father, who despised me playing at all. He said once before, "Caleb, if you were to do badminton or video games, I would choose video games son, why you ask? Because I feel like you've gone too far with badminton and at this point, would rather have you rotting your brain cells on a TV screen then this."
I had walked out of the room. No more liked stomped out in anger. I stayed in my room the rest of the day, defiantly looking up badminton techniques just to annoy my father if he came in.
He did a pretty good job ignoring me also.
It was Levy's serve again. Normally we had the losing team serve first, but before the red ball was even in the air a loud shout echoed through the gym.
"Caleb!"
I turn automatically, looking for the source of my name. It came from the middle of the crowd, and then the owner of the voice had run down the steps and was making their way to me. It was my little sister, Nanci. Her cuteness had made aww's erupt from the crowd.
"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb!"
Nanci was 5, had a great vocabulary, and even though her cuteness won you over almost instantly, she was pure evil on the inside. So for being at the gym, she carried out her cute-nice little girl act.
"Caleb! I got you sometime!" She grins her toothy grin and hands me a fist. I lean down on one knee, the gym dead quiet.
"What is it Nanci?"
"Something special!"
I open her fist, revealing a small rock. Engraved on it was the letter C.
Glancing up at the crowd, I see my mother smiling back at me, my father no where to be seen. I couldn't feel the pain of my father being gone just yet. "Aw thank you Nanci! I love it." I smile softly, and hug her. Loud aww's ignite from the crowd again. I had won them over with the help of my younger sister.
I take it in my hands, and I put it deep in my pocket, knowing it was going to stay there for awhile. Taking a step back, handling the racket again, I smile at her, "Now go back to mommy, and tell her I said thanks."
"Otay, Caleb." She runs back, a wobbly run. I smile once more before turning back to Levy. Levy's face was caught in Nanci's cuteness, and it took her a few seconds to snap out of it. Anyone, even the most evil guy in our town, could be caught in her cuteness. Nanci has won everyone's heart more then once.
I nod to Levy, showing her that I was ready for the last round. She knew she wouldn't win but that didn't mean she'd let me win just yet.
Nanci's stone had given me the strength I needed to continue and/or win this final game. I knew I could do it with her love and my mothers.
I throw the ball high, it spins like a football. The stillness after a loud bell is rung still hung in the air when I bring down the racket. The red ball becomes a red blur, spiraling toward Levy’s head. I had hit it way to hard, at an unearthly speed not even a professional could control. Levy gives a loud shrilly squeal, and dives out of the way. Automatically my hands fly up to my mouth, and I shut my eyes. Sudden yells of fear come from the audience. My ball had become a death machine. It misses Levy's back just be an inch, her shirt fluffing up by the wind. Then as if hitting a wall, the ball stops.
Just it wasn't a wall.
A broad shouldered man stood behind where Levy used to stand. His arm was up and by the way the lighting hit his arm, I could tell he had well developed muscles. His eyes were on me, so alert it seemed they were trying to burn through me. Then he looks away just as fast and I follow his gaze. They were locked on the stunned looks of none other than Emma and Hailey. The girls blink, both clearly worried, before they turn and leave the gym, parents following. I take a step back, noticing something in the mans hands. Clenched in his fist, raised in the air was none other than the red ball.
I flinch back as if I had been hit by a stick.
How did he catch it? It was going way to fast to catch it like that. He didn't even fall over.
I was out of the gym before I could even comprehend the fact.
I ran into them when I left the boys locker room.
Hailey gives a loud squeal, a mimic of Levy's as she falls to the ground. "Whoa Caleb! Watch where you’re going!"
"Did you see him? The man? He was watching me! I think he caught the ball. I don't know how. Was I imagining it? Am I seeing things? Am I just to worried about the game? Did I win?" I was breathless.
"Calm down Caleb!" They shout as one. Never underestimate the power of two girl's voices.
"Ok . . . explain please." I say as slow as possible.
Hailey exhales and turns to Emma. "You can. I'm tired from our cheer."
She rolls her eyes then looks at me, her brown curls bouncing, "Caleb there was a man. We don't know who he was. In the audience people were saying he was the new guy who moved in a few days ago. You know, on Bark Avenue?" I nod. "Well he's said to be really good at badminton, but he's a complete stranger to everyone. This, to be honest, seems to be the first time anyone saw him. He moved in at night so nobody got to meet him or see what kind of stuff he had, to get an idea of his hobbies."
I nod again. Hailey perks in, "You’re not seeing anything Caleb, and you are probably worried about the game. You scared Levy a lot with your last serve. Man! That was epic!" Her eyes widened in exasperation, "But anyways, we don't know who won. Supposable Levy missed the ball because she didn't hit it right? To think, if you won, you'd have that huge trophy in your dorm! I'm already jealous of your dorm mate." She smiles, and Emma gives me a short hug, agreeing with Hailey.
Wow, that really cheered me up.
"Thanks Hailey and Emma! You guys can really cheer a guy up, I'm glad I have you as friends.” I hug them both in a group hug. We break at the sound of the bell, calling us back to the gym for results.
I walk in, with my girls flanking my sides. In Hailey's hand was the Go Caleb, We Love You! Sign. Emma gives me alight shoulder bump before they take their seats by my family and theirs.
I was quivering excitedly by the time I reached the ring again. Levy was back and the man was gone. In Levy's hand was none other than the red ball. The audience was cheering for sides, Levy's or mine. Mine or Levy's.
The bell dinged and I looked up at the score board with anticipation. But no matter how much I tried to anticipate the results, the man with the black suit was ironed into my mind. As I over looked the image, I wondered what color his eyes were. I zoom in with my mind, going toward his face but the image was like an actually picture. The more I zoomed in with my mind, the more pixilated the image became. I gave up, and looked toward the score board once more.
My picture was up and so was Levy's. In between our pictures was a V.S. and under our pictures were our scores. Levy's read two. Mine was four. Cheers erupted from the crowd and people stood up and whistled. Levy was smiling at me good-sportsmanly.
I won. You won Caleb; you finally got your dream.
But why don't I feel happy? Was it the man?
Chapter 2
- Spoiler:
- Chapter II
Time
Caleb
I walked stiff legged, the trophy in my arms. I had dreamed of this moment forever, but was it worth it? That man . . . He seemed so familiar, am I going to be involved with him someday? I shake my head clear as Hailey, Emma, and my parents come to congratulate me. Emma gives me a big hug, after I put the trophy down. I stagger back by her excitement and laugh. This is why I love these girls, they’re both awesome and my best friends.
Emma wore her curly hair down, the brown curls had volume. She stood slightly above me, for I was short for my age. Her brown eyes shined with pride. Her best guy friend had just won something very important to him; of course she'd be happy.
Even though I have no personal feelings toward them, neither do they, Hailey comes up more cautious than Emma. She kisses my cheek and says a smooth congrats. Hailey was always quieter than Emma, less . . . exuberance to her stride, she showed her friendship to me in a different way, and it took me a few years to comprehend it. Hailey has long blond hair that fell behind her, but not as long as Levy's. Her blue eyes didn't shine as much, but glowed more or less. She smiles and nods to my mom and little sister as they walk up.
My mother, April, was tall, despite my sized. She had dark brown hair, and always kept it short. My little sister Nanci, had long curly blond hair, and my mother was afraid to cut it, worried that the curls would straighten out. That's what won everyone over with Nanci. It was the curls. I always told Nanci that but she refused to accept that it wasn't her smooth vocabulary.
I on the other hand, had a mix of colors in my hair. People sometimes said I had dyed blond strikes in it, but I denied it every time. My hair was brown with natural blond strikes. I took pride in my hair, even though the girls at my school used to like it when I didn't put gel in it. Claimed that it was softer. I thought it was weird.
With my nimble arms, I hug my mother, and look into her brown eyes, exactly like mine. What I saw was a story. Why my father wasn't here. Her worries about me getting hurt, and her confusion of that man.
My father still . . . didn’t approve of me.
I nod to her. So be that way dad. If you don't accept me, I won't accept you.
Through my eyes she saw my pain, my acceptance, and my confusion. Through her hug, I read she didn't care, just if I did what I wanted to do. I loved my mom for this.
After our reunion my mother drove us home. Hailey and Emma asked if we could have a congratulating sleepover, and my mother agreed, letting them call their parents. After getting everyone's stuff, we sat in my half cleaned out room, working on final essays.
"So guys," I start slowly, "excited for collage?"
"Aren't we all?" answers Hailey, giving me an ignorant look.
"True," I mutter, "But are you not the least bit nervous? I think I lost my wits this afternoon during the game."
Emma didn't answer my question, just eyed her homework more, and asked, “Was it . . . the man?"
I nod, my thoughts fitting into a sentence, lowering my voice I reply. "I think he's after me."
"Oh don't be stupid Caleb!"
"That can't be right!"
"Hey, hey keep your voices down," I lean closer, lowering my voice even more. "I think that cause the way he stared at me. It's not the same. And how he caught that ball, it’s not possible! The ball was going to fast; it should have smacked his hand back. But no, his hand stood right where it was, and caught the ball like I threw it at him!"
I was so out of breath; I didn't notice how my voice had skipped up several octaves, exactly when I told the two to be quiet.
Before they can yell at me were all laughing. "Talk about following your own rules." Emma comments, cutting off into another fit of laughter near the end.
"I meant, you guys had to be quiet, I can always be loud." I say with a wide grin. This creates another round of giggles and chuckles. After a couple of minutes, were finally quiet again, studying our essays. Then Hailey blurts in, "So Caleb. How was the game?"
I shrug, "The adrenaline rush was awesome, but I can't get that man," The girls both sigh, "Out of my head. It's like . . . like he's ironed into my brain." I look up at them, seeing understanding in their eyes.
After another long pause, Emma speaks up quietly, "Well I think I know what you mean. Before I meet you, there was this guy I used to know. He lived down in California with us, on the same street. Actually to be honest he was our neighbor. But one day I looked out my window and there he was. Just . . . standing there. Also he looked like the man we saw today; just the man today was older. . . It would be creepy if it was actually him." We all nod. "Though he looked different from the man today, I will always remember that day he stood outside our house. I kept looking out the blinds, hoping he'd be gone, but he just stood there. He did this about five times before he moved. But I will always remember him as 'The man outside my window, beyond the yard '."
She says her last sentence like she was older than she looked. Hailey wasn't talking, which was like her, but she was staring at the ground. A distant look, like she was in a different world. I give her a light shake, Emma noticing her absence, and Hailey gives a loud squeal. "What, did I say something?" Her eyes widened in fear.
I glance at Emma, who mimics my confusion then back at Hailey, "You ok Hails?" My eyebrows squint together, and Hailey notices our confusion. She sighs.
"I had . . . a same experience; just I wasn't old enough to know about it. My parents, when I was four said they were in a shopping mall with me, looking for new clothes," Her eyes looked toward the baby blue walls of my room, "They said there was this man, in his 20's that followed us around in the mall. He appeared in half the stores we went to, and scared my parents witless. They haven't seen him since . . . today." She pauses, "They said it had to be him. What if he is following us Caleb? What would we do . . .?"
What would we do? The thought burned in my mind, worse than the man himself. I was consumed with answers upon answers for the next three days. What would we do? Panic? Cause havoc? Then the silliest answer consumed me, kill our selves? Just . . . leave? But if the man had followed us, he could follow us again. Maybe we could save our money and take a trip to Europe or Spain or something. Bet the guy isn't rich. But he has to be . . . if he can move so much. But rich on what? Maybe his job was to track kids down, scare them witless, and then move in to kill them. No. That's stupid Caleb, what a stupid job. What would we do?
Hailey
Even though I hadn't met the guy at an age I could remember, like Caleb or Emma, I still had a dim memory. A memory where my parents looked scared and a white man . . . in a shiny blue suit.
Where did he get the suit? Who knew, Old Navy? Probably. I had noticed the way they both were looking at me, worried for me, confusion over the man, and mainly. Fear of what lay waiting for us.
I didn't want to think anymore.
Hailey you scare too easily. I told myself. You coward. Don't think about your past. Think of the present, the future.
"What happened in the past is not going to affect me in the future. My father didn't die for no reason. It was him." I said one day during passing time. Emma looked up, cocking her head to the left. Dang it, I thought to myself, now Emma is going to know.
"Who is him?" She asked nonchalantly.
I looked straight into Emma's dark brown eyes, deciding. I decide not to say. I blink at her, and walk away, ignoring her calls of 'Hailey! Come back, I'm just curious!'
My stride quickened until I bump into a sturdy body. About to say sorry I look up to see the owner. It was Joe Burton, a brown shaggy haired kid who I used to like in 4th grade. He had grown a lot, more shaggy hair, decent arm strength. It was a surprise I had liked this used to be skinny small guy, who had grown into who was the top wrestler at my school. Even beat Jillian, the meanest girl I know. Wow, he sure improved.
"Oh, Joe! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
He leans down to look at me, green eyes piercing against his tan skin, "Well hello Hailey. Long time no see."
I flush unwillingly, uncomfortable by his closeness, "Hi Joe."
His breath smelled of bacon and eggs, I hate bacon.
He grins, "How are you? Still hanging with Emma and Caleb? I remember how you guys were unbreakable." I didn't answer instantly, the reek of bacon flooding my mind. Finally Joe noticed his closeness, and took a step back, to my relief. He asks again, "Well?"
"Yes we still hang Joe, just not as much, school is busing us. But Caleb did win the championships last night for badminton." And we meet this creepy guy. I thought, though I didn't say it.
"I heard about that," Joe took a step away from me, for the minute bell had rung for the next class, "tell him I said congrats, nice seeing you Hailey!" He spins on his heals, and goes into a classroom labeled 'Mr. Knox's L.A. Class.'
I remembered when I had him, though I wasn't that talkative. Tomorrow was the last day of school, though I was going to miss it. My mother had booked a trip to Costa Rica, just me and her as a good-bye gift. Gosh, I thought, I was going to miss my mother. Since I was an only child, my mother and I had an even closer relationship, and I liked it. I felt bad for all the kids who had a brother, and both a father and mother. I also wondered what it felt like. I could always ask Emma, if I had time. Which I didn't have. How much time did we have?
Caleb
I didn't like the outcome of the game. Even though my biggest wish in life had been granted, and my biggest accomplishment made, I still wasn't happy. It's the man's fault, all his fault. I punch my wall, and then leaping back in pain as it shoots up my arm and across my spine. I looked at my hand, the knuckles no longer white like they had been with the badminton racket, but now a bright red, and blood was oozing. Even though my hand looked gruesome, the pain numbed my confused brain. Finally I was at peace, until the pain left my hand again and I was to start over punching my wall.
I also have a question, later in this novel theres a part thats more graphic (a fight) then normal novels, would that be aloud to post on here? I don't want people getting offended or they find it inappropiate. It's a slight form of torture that i didn't know if it was appropiate or not Dx Please tell me, i dont want to be getting in trouble, thanks!
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Re: Innocence
by Caraway January 11th 2012, 19:55
you have realistic qualities in your writing! how are you getting it published? that's pretty interesting. Snowdapple writes a lot of stories and i would like to know how to get people to see it...
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Re: Innocence
by Hazelstar January 11th 2012, 19:59
I did something called NaNoWriMo (National November Writing Month) to start this one. I have a publishing book that I'm working on and I've called a few people. They want me to finish it first though, before I show them. The fastest way I've seen for getting people to know about it is to tell people at school, get people interested, get books and movies from a local library, get in contact with publishers themselves that are looking for your type of writing, and join contests online. Thanks for the kind words!
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Re: Innocence
by Icestar January 11th 2012, 20:09
*Gasp* LEVY! Hmm is that based off of anybody? Anyways awesome chapter! I think it's cool that you'll be pulishing it!
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Re: Innocence
by Caraway January 11th 2012, 20:29
wow Snowdapple's friend was in NaNoWriMo. she entered a different contest. o.O but that's good to know, thanks 
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Re: Innocence
by Hazelstar January 11th 2012, 20:49
No problem Cheese 
And Icetail, its the very person your thinking about xD I had to put him in, just as a girl.
Second Chapter will be up soon, doing edits~
And Icetail, its the very person your thinking about xD I had to put him in, just as a girl.
Second Chapter will be up soon, doing edits~
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Re: Innocence
by Frost January 11th 2012, 21:04
Hazelstorm wrote:I did something called NaNoWriMo (National November Writing Month) to start this one. I have a publishing book that I'm working on and I've called a few people. They want me to finish it first though, before I show them. The fastest way I've seen for getting people to know about it is to tell people at school, get people interested, get books and movies from a local library, get in contact with publishers themselves that are looking for your type of writing, and join contests online. Thanks for the kind words!
Whats a NaNoWriMo? I'd like to publish my own book too! I aim to be a writer in future
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Re: Innocence
by Caraway January 11th 2012, 21:08
National Novel Writing Month. it's where you enter a 50 000 word story after a month of writing. i think it's usually October? November? but you can win stuff i think. o.O it gets put into a booklet or something? i'm sure Hazelstorm knows.
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Re: Innocence
by Hazelstar January 11th 2012, 21:20
The last contest was in november, its a huge book writing contest used to support and encourage young teens to adults to write a novel. There is prizes but theres over 2 million people who join, so its unlikely you'll win, but go ahead and try! It doesn't go into a booklet, unless you win the price, all you get is a pat on the back for yourself, and bragging rights. It's a very encouraging and fun website to do.
It doesn't go into a booklet, unless you win the price, all you get is a pat on the back for yourself, and bragging rights. It's a very encouraging and fun website to do.
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Re: Innocence
by Icestar January 11th 2012, 23:10
Hazelstorm wrote:No problem Cheese
And Icetail, its the very person your thinking about xD I had to put him in, just as a girl.
Second Chapter will be up soon, doing edits~
Hahaha he's a girl! Anyway, Amazing chapter. When do you think you'll post more?
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