Hello guys~! Farhah (could te gaiz call me Jeanine 'cuz I thot maybe the F4 already heard the name Farhah too many times so it's time for a fake name to be safe) the Fangirl is back..and apparently when I had school holiday I wasted it da spending time on YouTube rather than with te gaiz. Oke, sorry! But ciao time for a fanfic. So I just watched a movie called "House At The End of The Street" and I thought it'd be cool if I make a "Winx" version of it. And if te wonder what I do besides Fanpoppin', well I was Twitterin', Facebookin', YouTubin', Tumblrin', and.. enough bla bla let's get to the fanfic. This is narrated da different Winx every seven chapters. Let's start with Bloom.
✯ THIS IS SET IN AN AU WHERE BLOOM DOES NOT HAVE POWERS AND HAS A DIFFERENT LIFE. AND THE SPECIALISTS WILL COME REALLY LATE. ✯
I look at the clock. 7:30AM. Good.
Still early. But my parents need me now, I mean, we're moving to a new house at a new city. I should start packing now.
I grab my big red-leather bag and unzip it. It's empty, and before I put my stuff in there I usually measure it. But this time, the bag is medium-sized so it's hard to measure. My older bag was big, and I can measure each inch. I Lost it when I was travelling with my parents to another country. Thank goodness I brought an emergency bag with the same stuff as the bag I Lost that time. I got scolded da my mother and when we reached back here in Gardenia, she bought me a medium-sized bag. But at least I have a bag, right?
I walk downstairs carrying the bag. It was light enough even though I already filled it with cosmetics, outfits and others. That's weird, yet awkward. I place the bag successivo to my parents'. They share the same bag, like how they share-- okay, I'm dirty-minded. I sit on the couch, holding popcorn and switch on the television. My preferito movie "Beautiful Creatures" was on. Well I wouldn't say preferito movie, but I would say preferito movie adapted from a book instead. I snatch a dozen of popcorn and stuff them in my mouth. I didn't have anything for breakfast so popcorn can make me less hungrier.
"Bloomie, finished packin'?" I hear my mother's voice coming from the upstairs.
"Like, 3 secondi ago."
"Good. Whatcha watchin'?" Ah, she's using that awesome yet sometimes irritating accent.
"Just a movie."
"No porn?" Why does she always ask this?
"Mom, please. I don't watch porn."
"Okay fine." Finally.
My mother is always worrying about me watching pornographic and adult material. I'm 19. Aren't video and stuff always say '18 and above'? I'm above 18. A anno above 18. My mother won't even let me fall in Amore and hang with boys -- which is why I'm a loner at school. I always do projects with the person who doesn't have allies, I don't like making friends. Yes, I seem really nice -- but I just don't know how. Most of the girls are, what's the word -- wimps. The boys aren't even hot. The waiters are hotter, of course. If I can't fall in Amore and hang with boys, what am I gonna do when I grow up? I don't even have an ambition. I thought, that when I sposta to the new house I could restart my life and be a new person. But no, I can't. Why? Because my mother cares about me way too much. People should appreciate a mother like mine, but I don't. She should care a little lesser.
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10:00AM. Welcome to the new house at St. Avenue.
New house, but no new life.
Time to unpack and look at the rooms.
Hope they're pretty.
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My mom picked a room for me.
Nice choice.
She picked a room which has a two different bacheca colors.
Red and blue.
Perfect.
I unzip the bag. Thinking about unpacking already makes me feel irritated and lazy -- so I just lay down on the bed. Which suddenly reminds me of something. Ryan Jacobson. Guy successivo door. His parents were killed da his own sister, Carrie Ann. Carrie Ann must have been crazy o psychotic. Who would kill his/her own parents? A maniac? As much as I don't like my mother and father treating me like a little baby, I would never try to kill them. It's just complete balderdash! I heard Ryan moved to live with his aunt, but I don't know why he returned back here. Maybe he's insane as well.
I walk downstairs. Where's my mom? Oh, obviously she has a night shift. She's a doctor, too many patients to help. And my dad isn't here too. A police officer, would have a night shift too probably. So, instead of wasting my time wandering around thinking about night shifts, I head out.
Ryan Jacobson -- he lives successivo to me. I enter his garden. His house is "gateless" apparently. I knock on the door.
"Hi?" He greeted. He seems curious and scared.
"Hello, I'm Bloom -- your new neighbor."
"I have a new neighbor?" He asks. "That doesn't sound good."
"So te live alone?"
"Unless te wanna stalk me." He says.
Pervy. "No."
"Hang out, dude. I have a set of DVDs of a lot of movies." He says.
I smile. "Okay." I enter his house. He locks the door.
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Wait it's 3:30PM already? I feel exhausted. I just watched four horror Film with Ryan: The Exorcist, The Exorcist II, The Last Exorcism, The Last Exorcism II. And it all spells like "exercise". Really horrific -- but I would say suspense, actually. Ryan is really fun when te get to know him. Okay, fine I'll admit it: He's hot, nice, cute, kind and handsome. Five trades. Along with my name which has five letters.
"So te enjoyed 'em?" He asks.
I look at him. "Totally,"
"Well--"
Suddenly I heard screaming. "What the bloody hell?"
Ryan rushed to the door one meter away from his living room. He twisted the doorknob. He grabs my hand and pushes me, and I fall in front of his door.
"Ryan!" I scream.
"Sorry I panicked," He detto as he shuts the door in front of my face.
✯✯✯
School time.
And do not think of what Ryan did yesterday.
I mean we were having a fun time, he detto after that he wants to mostra me "Lord of the Rings", but then after the screaming he pushes me, and I fall in front of his door and he shuts the door in front of my face.
What was that? Is his house haunted and he's trying to protect me? I'll make a theory for this. What if he killed his parents and Carrie Ann and made a lie saying Carrie Ann killed their parents? Moreover, in an old newspaper the topic of his family trended up when he detto Carrie Ann disappeared into the woods. What the bloody hell?
Focus. I need to focus on walking. I'm carrying my green bag and holding three thick libri for English class. Don't let them fall. Conceal what te feel.
"Hey!" Someone patted me from behind.
Ryan.
"What happened last night?"
"Nothing, I just--well te don't need to know." Ryan said.
I blink. "Why not?"
"Because it's a family thing." He said.
"Oh what, you're gonna tell me te have a CD which plays random stuff and a scream of your mother getting killed?"
"Yes." He said.
Wait, what? "Are te crazy?"
"No." He said. "I promise, I'll tell everything tonight."
"I have a concerto tonight. I participated in a band." Oh yes, I did. Yesterday I did went to school only to sign up and register my name and I volunteered to be the lead in a band.
"I'll come!" Ryan said.
"You're in college."
"But I can come." He says.
"Okay."
Ryan walks away. Runs away.
Boys. Are. Weird.
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Chapter 1 finished. TATA. Oke talk to te in chapter 2~~!!
✯ THIS IS SET IN AN AU WHERE BLOOM DOES NOT HAVE POWERS AND HAS A DIFFERENT LIFE. AND THE SPECIALISTS WILL COME REALLY LATE. ✯
I look at the clock. 7:30AM. Good.
Still early. But my parents need me now, I mean, we're moving to a new house at a new city. I should start packing now.
I grab my big red-leather bag and unzip it. It's empty, and before I put my stuff in there I usually measure it. But this time, the bag is medium-sized so it's hard to measure. My older bag was big, and I can measure each inch. I Lost it when I was travelling with my parents to another country. Thank goodness I brought an emergency bag with the same stuff as the bag I Lost that time. I got scolded da my mother and when we reached back here in Gardenia, she bought me a medium-sized bag. But at least I have a bag, right?
I walk downstairs carrying the bag. It was light enough even though I already filled it with cosmetics, outfits and others. That's weird, yet awkward. I place the bag successivo to my parents'. They share the same bag, like how they share-- okay, I'm dirty-minded. I sit on the couch, holding popcorn and switch on the television. My preferito movie "Beautiful Creatures" was on. Well I wouldn't say preferito movie, but I would say preferito movie adapted from a book instead. I snatch a dozen of popcorn and stuff them in my mouth. I didn't have anything for breakfast so popcorn can make me less hungrier.
"Bloomie, finished packin'?" I hear my mother's voice coming from the upstairs.
"Like, 3 secondi ago."
"Good. Whatcha watchin'?" Ah, she's using that awesome yet sometimes irritating accent.
"Just a movie."
"No porn?" Why does she always ask this?
"Mom, please. I don't watch porn."
"Okay fine." Finally.
My mother is always worrying about me watching pornographic and adult material. I'm 19. Aren't video and stuff always say '18 and above'? I'm above 18. A anno above 18. My mother won't even let me fall in Amore and hang with boys -- which is why I'm a loner at school. I always do projects with the person who doesn't have allies, I don't like making friends. Yes, I seem really nice -- but I just don't know how. Most of the girls are, what's the word -- wimps. The boys aren't even hot. The waiters are hotter, of course. If I can't fall in Amore and hang with boys, what am I gonna do when I grow up? I don't even have an ambition. I thought, that when I sposta to the new house I could restart my life and be a new person. But no, I can't. Why? Because my mother cares about me way too much. People should appreciate a mother like mine, but I don't. She should care a little lesser.
✯✯✯
10:00AM. Welcome to the new house at St. Avenue.
New house, but no new life.
Time to unpack and look at the rooms.
Hope they're pretty.
✯✯✯
My mom picked a room for me.
Nice choice.
She picked a room which has a two different bacheca colors.
Red and blue.
Perfect.
I unzip the bag. Thinking about unpacking already makes me feel irritated and lazy -- so I just lay down on the bed. Which suddenly reminds me of something. Ryan Jacobson. Guy successivo door. His parents were killed da his own sister, Carrie Ann. Carrie Ann must have been crazy o psychotic. Who would kill his/her own parents? A maniac? As much as I don't like my mother and father treating me like a little baby, I would never try to kill them. It's just complete balderdash! I heard Ryan moved to live with his aunt, but I don't know why he returned back here. Maybe he's insane as well.
I walk downstairs. Where's my mom? Oh, obviously she has a night shift. She's a doctor, too many patients to help. And my dad isn't here too. A police officer, would have a night shift too probably. So, instead of wasting my time wandering around thinking about night shifts, I head out.
Ryan Jacobson -- he lives successivo to me. I enter his garden. His house is "gateless" apparently. I knock on the door.
"Hi?" He greeted. He seems curious and scared.
"Hello, I'm Bloom -- your new neighbor."
"I have a new neighbor?" He asks. "That doesn't sound good."
"So te live alone?"
"Unless te wanna stalk me." He says.
Pervy. "No."
"Hang out, dude. I have a set of DVDs of a lot of movies." He says.
I smile. "Okay." I enter his house. He locks the door.
✯✯✯
Wait it's 3:30PM already? I feel exhausted. I just watched four horror Film with Ryan: The Exorcist, The Exorcist II, The Last Exorcism, The Last Exorcism II. And it all spells like "exercise". Really horrific -- but I would say suspense, actually. Ryan is really fun when te get to know him. Okay, fine I'll admit it: He's hot, nice, cute, kind and handsome. Five trades. Along with my name which has five letters.
"So te enjoyed 'em?" He asks.
I look at him. "Totally,"
"Well--"
Suddenly I heard screaming. "What the bloody hell?"
Ryan rushed to the door one meter away from his living room. He twisted the doorknob. He grabs my hand and pushes me, and I fall in front of his door.
"Ryan!" I scream.
"Sorry I panicked," He detto as he shuts the door in front of my face.
✯✯✯
School time.
And do not think of what Ryan did yesterday.
I mean we were having a fun time, he detto after that he wants to mostra me "Lord of the Rings", but then after the screaming he pushes me, and I fall in front of his door and he shuts the door in front of my face.
What was that? Is his house haunted and he's trying to protect me? I'll make a theory for this. What if he killed his parents and Carrie Ann and made a lie saying Carrie Ann killed their parents? Moreover, in an old newspaper the topic of his family trended up when he detto Carrie Ann disappeared into the woods. What the bloody hell?
Focus. I need to focus on walking. I'm carrying my green bag and holding three thick libri for English class. Don't let them fall. Conceal what te feel.
"Hey!" Someone patted me from behind.
Ryan.
"What happened last night?"
"Nothing, I just--well te don't need to know." Ryan said.
I blink. "Why not?"
"Because it's a family thing." He said.
"Oh what, you're gonna tell me te have a CD which plays random stuff and a scream of your mother getting killed?"
"Yes." He said.
Wait, what? "Are te crazy?"
"No." He said. "I promise, I'll tell everything tonight."
"I have a concerto tonight. I participated in a band." Oh yes, I did. Yesterday I did went to school only to sign up and register my name and I volunteered to be the lead in a band.
"I'll come!" Ryan said.
"You're in college."
"But I can come." He says.
"Okay."
Ryan walks away. Runs away.
Boys. Are. Weird.
✯✯✯
Chapter 1 finished. TATA. Oke talk to te in chapter 2~~!!
A new OC!
Name: Ashely Gates
Age: 14
Gender: Female duh
Planet: Earth
Personality: Kind, caring,smart,loyal
Family members: Dad, herself and one brother
Power: Gems
Bio: Ashely was born on May 1st, her brother is much older than she is. Ashely learned about her powers on her 14th birthday. Her cousins are Amber and Molly stark. Ashely met the Winx girls a while ago, she became Friends with Musa right off the bat.
Clothing: Depends on weather
Pixie: Bella the pixie of history
Other: Ashely knows that her new enemy is Bloom's enemy Valtor and the Trix. She had a battle with the 4 when she was alone (meaning Ashely).
I would have pictures of them, could someone make them?
Name: Ashely Gates
Age: 14
Gender: Female duh
Planet: Earth
Personality: Kind, caring,smart,loyal
Family members: Dad, herself and one brother
Power: Gems
Bio: Ashely was born on May 1st, her brother is much older than she is. Ashely learned about her powers on her 14th birthday. Her cousins are Amber and Molly stark. Ashely met the Winx girls a while ago, she became Friends with Musa right off the bat.
Clothing: Depends on weather
Pixie: Bella the pixie of history
Other: Ashely knows that her new enemy is Bloom's enemy Valtor and the Trix. She had a battle with the 4 when she was alone (meaning Ashely).
I would have pictures of them, could someone make them?
