[Magic]

A message from Magic
I am going to try and make a modern version of Snow White, taking away the purity of it, and bringing the story to 21st century London, where Snow White will face more than a evil witch...

The truth was that the past had never been easy. At school I was known as the 'Ghost' girl. The other children would tease me because of my family, my long black locks and my ghostly white skin. Even at the age of four I was a reject.

The first five years of my life were a blur. All I remember is the shouts and arguents between my Mum and Dad. Dad would always tell me that a monster lived in the kitchen, and would escape from bottles and make him angry. Mum would tell me that it didnt happen, and he wouldnt hurt her again.

Now I know that she lied to me, because Dad did hurt her again. He hurt her so bad I would never speak to her again. Mum died.

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The Police said that Mum's Death was 'a tragic and unexplainable event'. When she was gone I carried on living with my Dad. I had to become the 'Mother' figure of the house, cooking and cleaning. I would watch eagerly out of the window, seeing Children play with their toys on the pavement. I was locked inside, having to insure everything in the house was 'growing' well for Dad's customers. I would spend hours on my own. Listening. Listening to silence. Dad said I couldn't have the TV on, because I was a naughty girl.

But then one day I decided to turn the TV on. I was enthralled at the bright colours and loud music that shouted out at me from the box. I saw Children playing, and monsters chasing them. Then the childrens programmes ended, and I saw the News. They were telling me aboyt horrible things happening all over the world. It upset me. Gun Crimes, Murders, War. As I sat, staring at the conflict going on in the world the door slammed. Dad was back. I still hadnt bought the tea, watered his 'plants' or made him any food. I knew I was in for it.

But instead of geting angry, Dad ignored that I hadn't done any of my jobs and the fact that I watching TV. I stood there, sweat trickling down my body, when I heard a smoky femine voice call from the hallway. Dad had a women with him.

[Magic]

Please Comment!!

I need advise!

[Jackie]

Thats good so far

[Magic]

Thanks Jackie! Please more comments!
I need Advise on how to improve!

[Magic]

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I gazed down the staircase, and saw her blonde rat tails hang down her neck like a serpant over somebodys shoulder. A cold breeze blew from the open door, and I feared what would happen tonight.

In the past few weeks people had been visiting the house, and I was no longer in that impregnable routine that I had become ever so used to. Since my Dad met her I became more of 'nuisance'. She didn't like me out of my room when people visited. I dont know why. I never did anything to her.

On this particular night, four men were downstairs, speaking to my Dad and her. I really needed the toilet. Surely if I crept across the landing I wouldn't get noticed. I entered the grey bathroom, and smelt the smell of alchol, smoke and urine. I hated the house now, I wasn't safe, not when she was around. I then slowly crept towards to my room, when I was noticed.

The man shouted at me, told me to come down. I knew I was in for it. She said I couldnt leave my room. I slowly emerged down the stairs, fearing what I should do. The man breathed on me, and I smelt the smell of smoke. The man had packages in his hands, and money. He then placed the items on a makeshift table, and spoke. I reconised his voice as one that had been filling the house nearly every night.

The man slowly probed me with Questions. And from that night onwards, things began to change. I was no longer a little girl.


A message from Magic

Yuk. I dont really know how to phrase it

[Magic]

From that day onwards I had a use. I hated my 'purpose' and so did she. She was Jealous. It was simple to see my Dad said, telling me that "I would be a stunna' ". The day's that I attended school would also get me long glares from the boys, and bitchy glances from the females.

Whatever she did, I would always be prettier than her. First of all she made me have my hair cut. I felt so unnatural, with my long locks lying on the floor. However, after a week or two it grew, and I was given compliments for its 'stylish' new look. She then made me wear clothes that had been ripped and moth eaten. Nobody complained.

Whatever she did, I was pretier than her. She wanted the attention, but instead, I got it. However, the 'attention' I was given every night was not what I wanted. I never wanted it. In fact, I despised it. The feelings I felt ripped me apart. I was used.

Her next plan was to get me out of the family. She phoned the school, and told them that I was taking drugs, and needed help. Eventually her variation of lies took me to a Childrens Home. I only stayed there a week. But then she made me come back, because people wanted me. While I was in the foster home I made a friend. They were my first friend since the age of four, and for the week I was in their they helped me feel wanted. His name was Tom.

[Sticks]

Originally posted by Magic-Shoes

I need advise!

You mean advice?

[Magic]

Originally posted by Sticks

You mean advice?

Yeah Please
How can I Improve it?

[Loukas]

its good

[Noel]

Omg!
This story is great!
You should be like an author.
"Sam.." I dont know your surname. lol.

[Magic]

Installment Five

Eventually I returned home. I would spend days at home, just me in the house, sometimes she would join me, to bring along her 'male' friends, who seemed more interested in the quiet girl in the corner. Then one day, she came home with a new, very masculine sounding man.

I sat there, silent. I heard rummaging downstairs, and hushed voices. The rain beat against the windows like a stick againt a drum. I listened. I could here her wispering, to a male voice "She is here. I know it. Take her."

I was confused. I must be the "she", but why would she want to take me away, what had I done to her? I heard a bang, and smashing of clay. She then started shouting out, like a possed witch. I then heard footsteps running against the stairs. The doors were being opened and flung about, she was shouting. I stepped backwards, trying to find somewhere to hide when the door swang open.

"Here. Here. The bitch is HERE". She has a unusual smile over her face. I was scared. She walked towards me. "Little, Little Girl. What have you gone and done. Running away? How naughty. What will daddy say?".

I was confused. I wasn't going to run away. Then I realised. She ran towards me, like a bull. A needle was gripped in her hands. I screamed, ducked, she shouted and then swung her arms towards me.

Bang!

[Scarlett.]

Its getting good

[Magic]

Installment Six

I woke with a start. I had suddenly hurtled towards a hard object. I slowly looked around, and could just see objects emerging from the darkness. I listened, and could distinguish that I was travelling somehow.

I tried to move, but it felt like 1000 daggers were being stabbed in to my limbs. What happend? Where was I? Why was I in so much pain? I couldn't remember anything, other that her face hurtling towards me, a fire burning in her eyes. Then I began to remember more.

She was holding something. A knife? A Gun? A Bottle?
It was a needle. I remember.

Then I fell. I fell and hit my head.

But why did this happen? Why did she have a needle?

My head ached, as the thoughts, theories and question's raced through my head like a rabbit escaping a hunters bullet. As I began to think, the vehicle slowly stopped.

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Light peirced my eyes, and a solid figure was standing by the two open doors. He made a gesture with his hands, but I didn't no what he wanted. Everything was quiet. All I could hear was the sound of birds, twittering in the distance, like a choir of angels.

He made the gesture again, and then said something. I didn't know what. I was in shock. He stepped in to the Van, grabed me, then pulled me out. I looked around me. Long green fields and tree's surrounded me. Where was I?

He spat on the floor, and dropped a cigarette packet. The air became full with the smell of smoke. He spoke again, but this time I heard him. It was the Man's voice that I heard back in the house.

"Go." he said.

Go? Why go? What did he mean? Go where? I asked myself, again and again.

"She wants you gone. She doesn't want you around any more."

My heart began to beat faster. She wanted me gone. She didn't want me around any more. Why? What had I ever done to her? I tried to speak, but I just couldnt.

"Dont ever come back. Ever. If she finds out your here, if she finds out your anywhere, we are done."

Again, I tried to speak, but I couldn't. I looked in to the man's eyes. He was worried. Frightened. A Large man, frightened. He dropped his cigarette and began to walk away. He climbed in to his Van. I stood there, on a dusty track. The engine started.

No. No. Whats happening? Why? Where am I? Who is he? Why does she want me gone?

The van slowly began to pull away.

"NO!" I screamed. "Stop"

The white van continued to travel along the track.

"STOP! STOP! STOP!" I continued to cry, but he continued to travel away. I fell to the floor.

"Stop. Stop. Stop."

It was no use. I was alone.

[Magic]

Installment Eight
Part One.

The rain slid down the window, and I looked around me. 7 bearded faces gazed at me. They wanted to know who I was. Who she was. It was time I began to explain.

I had been staying in the squat for two days now. It took me one day to find my way to civilisation. In that time I began to think about what happened to me. I realised she was Jealous, and wanted me dead. Dead. Once I found my way out of the country side I entered the suburbs of a city. I didn't really know where I was.

I was about to sleep on a street corner, when a cold hand slapped my shoulder. Thats when I met them, the seven boys. They took me back to the squat, and gave me food. They treated me good, like they cared. After just one day I felt like one of them. They had all undergone so problems in their life, usually to do with familys. And thats why they were staying here. It was their home.

Fourteen eyes stared at me, fixed, as I began to tell them everything. From the start. They listened, understood, and helped. They actuallly cared. They may of not been perfect, but they actually cared about what I felt.

Six months later and little had changed. I was still living with them their. Life was hard, but we all got by. We under went 100's of problems and drama's, but then thats another stroy Within time I began to get used to my surroundings, and I got a job. It was little pay, but it got us a regular source of income.

Me, and the seven others had made ourseleves a impregnable domain that nobody could penetrate. Almost.

Then one night, things started to go wrong. For about two weeks someone else moved in to the squat. They knew them through the drugs, he used to provide for them. He had been kicked out of his family home, and was living with us. We all knew that from oyr place he was dealing, but we left it. We couldn't make him leave, we knew how he felt.

It was winter. The nights began to get colder, and we didn't have any heating source. Despite my job, and their various sources of income, life was hard. At about 2am we began to settle down, when suddenly we heared a several cars pull up, and a bang on the door.

A loud voice could be heard from outside.

"This is The Police"

[Magic]

Drug Raid - 8 People Arrested

MORE than 20 cannabis plants and large amounts of cocaine were seized during another drugs raid in the region.
Following an anonymous tip-off, a search warrant was issued for the house in the Pitman Road area of Market Covent.

A team of four officers was able to get into the property last Thursday night, after forcing entry. The Police found the plants in the loft area of the building.

Specialist heating equipment, which is used to help the plants grow, was also recovered.

Seven Males, and One Female were arrested and received an official police caution.

Pc Mark Hill, who covers the Wolds Weighton area said: "We are very pleased with the outcome. We were given the tip-off from an anonymous source."

"The plants we found were mature and the amount found was sufficient for supplying. There was around 1000 pounds worth of Crack Cocaine"

Last Thursday's bust was the latest in a spate carried out by police in both the Pocklington and Market Weighton area.

A quantity of class A or class C drugs has been recovered in each raid, and Pc Dines is asking for continued support from the public.
"We want members of the public to continue providing us with information," he said.
"They can contact the police or approach officers. It will be anonymous and we will look into it and follow it up if necessary."

Those arrested are claiming innocence. A further investigation is to take part next week.

Anyone with information about drugs or any other crime is asked to call East London Police on 0845 6060 222 or Crimestoppers on 0800 555 111.

See below for Photos of those arrested.

Article adapted from Pocklington Post, in order to be relevant to this story.

http://www.pocklingtonpost.co.uk/new...aid.3560715.jp

[Magic]

Installment Nine.

I looked around me. I had been in the station for around two days now and been interviewed time after time. I hadn't had chance to speak to anyone else, so I just told the truth. Eventually, early in the afternoon, a officer came and spoke to me.

"After a deep Investigation, we are realising you on bail. Currently, we have no evidence to hold you any longer. You will be required to return to the station in four days time."

I knew we would get off of it, I told myself. "Can we all go now?" I asked.

The mans eyes diverted, and looked towards the wall. "Unfortunately, your friends will not be released untill further notice."

"No. They didn't do anything. I promise, they didnt do anything. It was him, I told you, it wasn't them. They aren't like that!"

The man ignored me. "The building you are staying in is currently still under Investigation. We can offer you temporary accomadation. Thank you for your time".

The door opened, and he waited. I looked at him, and slowly walked out.

I walked down the street. Faces looked at me. Who were these people? A cold wind began to beat down my neck, I continued to walk, and planned to go where I went the night they all found me, by the sheltered shop. The wind creaked a sign, advertising the local paper.

"Large Drug Raid Spells Victory"

I walked in to the shop. My heart began to beat faster. I peered down, at a newspaper. We were all their, our faces looking out of the paper. I continued to read the artice,

"The female arrested claims innocence, and says the drugs belong to another man, who is currently unidentitable. The Police are currently looking for the man."

A cold hand grapped my hair, and a smoke filled voice spoke in my ear.

"Come Quietly"

[Magic]

The coldness bit at my skin, like a serpent. "Quiet. Dont move. I need to sort you out". I was pierced against a wall, behind the row of shops. All I could hear was him breathing. His smokey breath filled the air.

"Let go. Please. What do you want? Please". What did he want? I couldn't think, I just kept remembering the past, what happend to me. I knew what would come.

"You told the Police about me, and I'm a wanted man thanks to you, sweetheart". Your going to drop those charges, aren't you? Maybe a little, persuasion is needed".

He stepped closer. I knew what he wanted. He continued to come closer. I stared around me, knowone was here. I felt his body touch mine.

"NO!"

I hit him, with all of the pain I had ever felt. I ran, ran as fast as I could. I saw a car, standing still in the middle of the road. I continued to run, run, run.

I was away from him now. I was safe. My heart beat like a drum, I looked around me, the road was clear. I started to cross, when I heard a car engine. I looked to the left, and their, speeding towards me, was my step mother, smiling happily.

Darkness was upon me. I was gone.

[Magic]

Teenage Girl Hit in Hit and Run

Last Night, at around 8pm a Teenage Girl was hit on Marlbora Street in the third hit and run in six months. Edward Max reports.

Back in November, on Towston street the first Hit and Run incident took place, and Badly injured a Middle aged man, and killed a 82 year old woman. Then, just a month later, the second Hit came, along the Bower road, leading off of the trading estate, killing a mother of two children.

Now, the next accident has took place, this time along the Main Road leading from the Town Centre, Marlbora Street. The Incident happend at around 8pm, on thursday evening. Nearby Shop keeper, Ashid Khan says that "Speeding is cmmon, but not here".

After spending hours watching the CCTV footage of the Incident Police can confirm that the Car driven was a White Volvo, and appears to be driven by a Female Driver. The number plate is unidentiffable. Sgt. Richard's, however, states that the Hit may not of been Accidental. After watching the CCTV it appears the Car starts driving from a absolute stand still. This gives the Police a reason to believe that this atack is not Accidental.


The Girl hit, 18 year old Alison McDan is currently in a severe comma, in Saint Johns Hospital. So far the Police haven't been able to contact any close family, and urge any one that may be able to contact the McDan family to step forward.

Alison McDan was recently released on Bail after being linked to a large drug 'Warehouse'. The Police are Urging those with any Information about the hit, or the Girl, Alison McDan to step forward.

[Magic]

HIT GIRL NEEDS YOU

Two weeks ago we featured a story about a Girl that was hit by a car, and urged you to step forward with any Information involving the girl or the accident.

Doctors at Saint Johns are urging any member of the puplic with knowledge of the family of Alison McDan to step forward, as Surgeons need to undergo Major surgery. Alison has a rare blood type, and Surgeons require a suitable blood donor and Kidney suplier to step forward.

[Magic]

Installment Thirteen

And that was the end. The end of the darkness. The end of the bitterness of life. But before you find out what happend, I shall explain.

I was lying in a coma for three weeks, when finally, something happend. A young man, from my home town, stepped forward, and offered his donations. If he didnt step forward, as their was very little donors available to suit me. My father knew I was in a coma, but, he said that he couldnt do it. He was to scared to save my life.

Anyway, luckily the donor was suitable, and within two weeks, I was out of the hospital. Yes, i didn't die, I survived. The young man that saved me was called Tom, my childhood friend from the foster home.

The Police studied the CCTV footage, and their was enough evidence to prove that my step mother attempted to hit me. They also raided the house, and found large amounts of drugs, linking to her. On the day of the court case she drove in to a canal. Emergency services were unable to revive her, and she died at the scene.

And as for me, I got married, to the man that saved my life, emotionally and phsyically, and we had two children. And we all lived happily ever after.

Didn't we?

[Magic]

Lol! It just got worse as it went on! It's so Cliche!
I rushed it at the end though!