Who said the sky is the limit? what about space?

Chapter 3; Cornelius

Hey there, -------what’s up? My names Cornelius.----------Yes, I work out.

He says to the mirror. The mirror is nice that way. A good listener, a practice chick, and it never lies. When his hair looks bad, the mirror tells him every thing. Like now for instance, he thinks. He licks his thumb and brings it across the front of his rebellious locks.

Cornelius couldn’t decide whether to spike it up of leave the pin straight hairs the way they were; laying across his forehead… Continue

Chapter One. ;London


London bit her lip, glancing in the mirror with extreme intensity. Is this going to be my first day of school look, she thought, or the previous outfit? Either way, it doesn’t matter, both would make the same statement.
This girl is cool.
At least one could hope to be cool freshman year. It’s pretty unheard of though……
She folded the other clothes on her bed, and slid her feet into a comfy pair of laid back slippers, silently enjoying the fuzzy wrath instead of the cool fl… Continue

I'm sorry that i deleted all my blog posts!!!!!!! i just needed to start fresh. re-post all of BlackStab and get all those crazy little stories out of the way. i have been on here for quite some time now, and had over 100 blog posts. it was getting cluttered. any ways............. just so you know. i started writing BlackStab long before i was on this site,,....... i just post it for fun.... i think i have about almost 400 pages done so far.... i'm on writers block...

XD Love Cece!!!!!!!!!

3
The hunt









I wake with the droning sound of an alarm going of in my head 4:00 AM. Only three hours of sleep, but that’s all I needed. I lift my head and it spins. I eventually lift the covers and climb out of the bed and begin to take off my clothes and put on my stretch suit. I activate hover and sneak skin.
I pull my hair back and tie it into my common braid. I lift up the window sill and jump. My hover kicks in and I jump from ledge to ledge barely missing the sills by inches. I land… Continue

2
The drop off











The constant bumbling off the sly-copter made it hard to slide into my stretch suit. I never minded it and I applied a handful of friction gel to the soles of my slipper shoes.
The crew kept on handing me more things to add to my never ending list of “normal person” gear.
Shirts
Jackets
Pants/shorts
Swimming suits
Sneakers
Hair ties
socks
I.D.
Putt mask
Dentures
Tooth paste
Underwear

I looked at my I.D.
Pam Johnson
weight=110pds
height=5.11 inches
Age=19
I really didn’… Continue