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"She's not who she says she is."
Write a story that involves this line of speech.
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“They all think I killed him !” Rachel was desperate now , no one else believed her and this was her only choice .
“And who’s …fault is that ?”A calm voice echoed - the kind of voice that kept secrets yet would flee at any sign of danger .
“Please help me !” The young girl stared desperately into the eyes of the being that raised her .
“Rachel …” the voice was sympathetic “ I can not help you “
“Please “
A sudden pounding awoke a fire of rage in the eyes of her friend , “they” . “are “.”here”.
“For … you “
The girl gasped , “please “
“All I can do is say you were never here “ The voice spoke quickly “ and …” she sighed “maybe I will persuade them the truth “
thanks “
The pounding grew to a tornado of sound , and the girl ran over to the other door .
She was about to leave when the voice called behind her : “ Rachel , she is not who she says she is “
Then the soldiers came ..,,
They told me from day one- “She’s not who she says she is. She’s going to hurt you in some way.” __ I didn’t listen; I thought I could fix her. In the end, she and I were too broken.
We were broken together, Which, most of the time, Is better than being broken alone. This time, we broke each other more. She said she was fine. I said I was fine.
Turns out, both of us are liars.
“She’s not who she say’s she is. When she tells you she’s a unforgiving monster, incapable of things such as love and friendship, it’s all a lie. She may believe it, but it’s not true. The truth is she is afraid. She is afraid of being hurt again, and she puts all his anger and fear and grief into her fists. She believes any problem can be solved using violence. She may act cynical and cruel, but the truth is she wants to believe the world is good. She wants to believe in me. But she can’t allow it. Because under all that muscle and fire and rage is a scared little girl.”
She's not who she says she is Who she acts like The act she puts on She seems confident Fearless She acts like she can do anything But when the door closes and she's all alone Her mask falls Inside she's scared Anxious Insecure Shy And awkward But when she puts on the mask It makes her feel better Maybe if she keeps acting brave One day she will be Just keeping going Take another step Maybe if she acts like she loves herself One day she will Maybe if she acts outgoing One day she will be She believes she will And day-by-day She's getting better Getting more hopeful She's smiles more A real smile Not her mask And she realizes It's okay to let down your mask sometimes It's okay to be scared As long as it doesn't stop you But sometimes you have to Fake It Till You Make It
The end.
“She’s not who she says she is,” said a woman from house keeping. Earlier she had caught me using the Way Machine in the bathroom. That thing was supposed to save my life that night. I had gotten a little rooted down, as I like to say, by losing track of my environment while sending a message to The Lighthouse. The message was a bit frantic, as I was in a tough situation at that hotel. I had run out of Wayseeds to keep me from shapeshifting, and there was no body of water nearby that I could slip into, let alone a body of water connected to the ocean. I was figuring that the mission had failed and I had let The Keeper down. Perhaps there would be no vengeance after all—no avenging his favorite crew to ever sail the sea. All of my confident assurance to him that I could get the job done was circling in my mind, when I remembered something. The whole reason I was at that hotel was to meet with Lorgo, who surely would have more Wayseeds since he sold them. I sighed a relief, and that’s when the housekeeper came in. I hadn’t switched to my black pants yet, I was still wearing shorts, and I immediately understood her gasp of horror. My legs had begun to shapeshift and were now covered in shiny, silver scales. “It’s okay, they’re pants. It’s just a style,” I said in one quick breath. The housekeeper immediately calmed down and seemed to believe me. After I changed and was on my way out, she was cleaning the sinks and eyeing me suspiciously through the mirror. I got out of there quick. Lorgo’s hotel room looked like a science experiment. He had been in the middle of crafting some fake IDs when he let me into his room. “Verena, hello. What news?” he said. “I wish to know every detail. Come. Sit. Talk as I finish my work.” “Lorgo, look,” I said. I pulled up my pant leg. “Good heavens!” he said. “That won’t do. Here.” He scrambled through the nightstand drawer until he found a small pouch full of Wayseeds. “Take three, you don’t owe me anything for them,” he said. I thanked him and took the seeds. Immediately I felt life reenter my body and mind. I felt hope for the mission again. I would take down Tarry Aster and his crew with my bare hands if I had to. My legs returned to skin shortly after. I told Lorgo about my plight across The Atlantic Ocean, specifically about my meeting with Remus the Squid. Tarry hadn’t been seen in some time. He knew that The Keeper, or someone associated with The Lighthouse, was after him and his crew. It almost made me happy that Tarry knew his fate, or at least he knew he was being hunted and that what he had done was an atrocity. He had something coming. I told Lorgo that I should’ve listened to The Keeper and brought at least a few more pouches of the seeds. “He knew we’d be meeting early in your journey. If he felt it would be a real danger, he wouldn’t have let you leave,” said Lorgos. I hadn’t thought of that. “In fact, I have something for you.” Lorgos opened the drawer again and took out a gold and blue envelope. “The Keeper sent me this along with three pouches of Wayseeds,” said Lorgos. I couldn’t believe it. “I would read it now,” said Lorgos as I was reaching to put the envelope in my bag. “Why? Is it bad?” “Not at all. There’s just matters of urgency that can’t be risked through the Way Machine.” I opened the envelope and pulled out a familiar piece of handcrafted paper. It was a short letter. I imagined The Keeper sitting by the window in The Lighthouse writing this letter. But why so urgent? I read: “Dearest Verena, I write to warn you of an attack. Do not be alarmed at these words, for you receiving this means you are in good company. It seems some of Tarry’s spies gleaned information about your travels and pit stops. Do not use the Way Machine for any sensitive messages. Those airways, though ancient and once safe, are now being surveilled by less than friendly listeners. Be well. I will say it again for you to know it: you have deep courage for taking up this journey and quest. I know it is of importance to you as well. Until we meet again, T.K.” I put the letter back in the envelope and looked at Lorgo. He was putting the finishing touches on a fake ID, as well as a passport. To my surprise, he handed them to me. “Leave the name of Verena behind for now. I’m uncertain how much information about your journey made it to the wrong places. Your new name will be Nia Vale, and you are traveling abroad from overseas. Your accent will sound European to most people here.” “Thank you so much. I’ll use these if I ever make it out of here alive.” Lorgo looked puzzled. “Oh,” he said. “Yes, The Keeper was quite worried—very worried. To tell you the truth, our adversaries would not attack in the open at such a public hotel. They are likely acting as scouts.” “They?” “Mercenaries that link back to Aster. I’ve seen them. Downstairs at the bar there were a couple of them sitting by the bar. When you do what I do, you can pick them out of any crowd.” I stowed the IDs away in their proper places and mentally assumed my new name. Suddenly, we heard a commotion in the hallway. It sounded like someone was complaining. Lorgos went to the door and listened. The people outside were getting close enough to where I could hear what they were saying. “She’s not who she says she is,” said a familiar voice. It sounded like the woman from housekeeping. “And where do you think she went?” said a man. “I don’t know, she’ll infect the whole hotel with some disease. It wasn’t natural.” And with that they passed by. Lorgos looked to me. “That is not good.” “The mercenaries.” “Not only that…” he trailed off. “We are going to do something dangerous,” he said. “There is another room down the hall where I keep…other things. We can no longer stay in this room.” “What? Why?” Lorgos began to grab a few items. “At least not for tonight. I have a feeling we’ve been watched in any number of ways. Did you notice the cameras in the hallway?” I had, but security cameras were pretty standard. “I don’t feel right about those men downstairs, or any men connected to Aster…they have their ways of infiltrating quickly and gathering information. Come now,” he lowered his voice, “we are going to room 518.” I already had everything on my back. Lorgo slowly opened the door and poked his head out. The coast was clear. We made a right. I could hear every detail of our footsteps as the sounds bounced off the walls in that confined hallway. The floor creaked under each step. We had only made it twenty yards when the worst happened. Two men rounded the corner at the far end of the hallway. Lorgo stopped, so did I. He gasped quietly through his teeth. I then did what I hadn’t done since leaving the Lighthouse. I opened my mouth and let out an eerie melody that must have never been heard by any living being on that whole continent. The two mercenaries both began to grunt with blood now draining from their noses. They plugged their ears as I continued to sing my song. Lorgo looked at me with astonishment. I raised my right hand, and the mercenaries both snapped to attention. I whispered in a language I hadn’t uttered in five hundred years. Their faces were scowled. These mighty, untouchable spies had been conquered by a Siren’s song. I lowered my hand and they turned around and vanished around the corner. “Where are they going?” asked Lorgo. “To tell their friends what happened here.” Lorgo finally breathed out a sigh of relief. “I thought we were done for. Why were you afraid?” I thought for a moment. I couldn’t explain my emotions. “I wasn’t afraid for me,” I said. “Thousands of years ago I would have enslaved this entire hotel by now, including you.” I took off walking toward room 518. I wouldn’t see another mercenary for weeks—a whole group of them—and none would survive.
Its been four years, eight months and twenty seven days since Leanne and Carla had broken up. Leanne still had very strong and romantic feeling’s for Carla but Leanne knows Carla doesn’t feel the same. Leanne pleaded to move on from Carla and decided to make a dating profile, while making the dating profile it came to Leanne adding photos and she was seeing the photos of her with Carla which she shook off while trying to find nice photos of herself. Leanne cracks on with my work from home running her own business when she gets a ‘ping’ notification from someone called Sarah. Leanne opens the notification to see Sarah has sent her a message, Leanne opens the message which reads “hi my name is Sarah, I think your honestly so beautiful and I was wondering if we could get to know each other a little more. Hope to hear from you soon” Leanne looks at the message and smiles while clicking onto the profile, as Leanne is skimming through Sarah’s profile she likes the fact that Sarah isn’t too far away and they have similar interests and life goals. The work phone rings so Leanne takes the call. Leanne wakes up to a reply from Sarah after not hearing back from the reply she sent back to Sarah yesterday “good morning sorry I was a asleep when you messaged me yesterday. I have work from 7pm til 6am but I was thinking maybe we could meet for coffee and chat a little more instead of a site?” Leanne thinks about what Sarah has said while she gets out of bed to take a shower. Before entering the shower Leanne sends a message back to Sarah “sounds great! Send me the time and location I’ll be there. Just taking a shower”. Leanne is driving towards the coffee shop, she has butterflies and anxious running through her body. It’s been along time since Leanne thought about dating anyone since Carla. Leanne pulls up in front of the coffee shop, Sarah already sees Leanne sorting her bag out so Sarah opens the car door for her “hello beautiful, pictures really do you no justice!” Sarah says sweetly with a smile, Leanne looks up and giggles “sorry I was sorting my bag out! But please I’m not really all that but thank you it was lovely to hear. I think I’m kind of pushing above with you though” Sarah looks at Leanne with confusion and curiosity “what makes you say that? Your absolutely beautiful” Leanne rolls her eyes “I’ve been with narcissistic people who have belittled me so that’s all I expect but that isn’t your bridge to rebuild everything’s fine and things take time” I explain to Sarah as she takes my hand as we walk into the coffee shop. “So tell me what’s your current life goals we have spoken about your long term goals but I mean in the mean time of it all?” Asks Sarah with caring voice. Leanne sits and thinks about whether she wants to talk about it with anyone since she hasn’t spoke to anyone about her business idea “a mobile bakery” Leanne replied. Sarah’s face glows up “oh yes! That sounds amazing! What would you call it?” Leanne smiles “I’m so glad you feel that way! I do too just haven’t spoken about to anyone yet as I don’t want to tell people my plans and it doesn’t work out. You know what I mean?” Leanne says with a sad tone in her voice. Leanne goes to bed that night dreaming of her mobile bakery, the smell of bread and donuts cooking while the line of customers start to line up with Sarah standing beside her. Leanne and Sarah served three people and then she saw her Leanne had saw the person she was trying to avoid for so long… In front of her was standing Carla. Leanne is shocked and Sarah is fuming “umm… what are you doing here Carla?” Leanne says as struggles to get her words out “she’s not who’s she says she is, she’s with you to annoy me because she knows I still love you” Sarah looks like she’s been caught out. Leanne wakes up panting, sweating and crying but Sarah rushes up from being asleep to comfort her “baby girl what’s wrong? Nightmare?” Leanne leans into Sarah’s chest and sobs. Sarah turns the bedside lamp on so she can get Leanne some tissues “here you go, do you want to talk about it?” Leanne shakes her head “I’m ok, just a nightmare it’s not real”. The morning comes and Leanne feels like something is off. Leanne checks her old TikTok account to see a message from a few friends and a message request Leanne clicks onto it and it opens up. Leanne stares at her screen without expression for what feels like forever but infact was only for seven minutes and five seconds. The message is from Carla “Look I know it’s been four years, but I’ve seen your with Sarah? She’s not who she says she is (picture attached) she’s with you because she knows that I’m still in love with you, I just didn’t know how to tell you after I broke your heart all those years ago”. Leannes world feels like it’s just turned upside down in a split second, her phone beeps to see a notification from Sarah which reads “I love you I’ll be home soon”. The laptop pings as Carla comes online and sees that Leanne has read the message, Leanne feels anxious as Carla starts to type again “I’m not lying about anything I can prove it to you if you just allow me to see you, I don’t want to hurt you, I never did… just meet me? Just me and you” Leanne sits and thinks about it and starts to write back “look I don’t even know what to say, I didn’t know how I would feel with being in contact with you again let alone meeting up with you. Sarah is on her way to me so if she lies to me it’s over” Leanne logs out and closes the laptop when she sees Sarah has pulled up on the driveway beside my car. Leanne and Sarah sit round the dining room table “I know you are friends with her” Leanne says in a annoyed tone. Sarah looks at her “no I don’t know what you mean? You know I don’t have many friends” Sarah looks confused as this conversation continues until Leanne says “so your not best friends with my ex girlfriend?” As her heart breaks in her chest. Sarah tries to hide the lie in her expression “no course not why would you even say that?” And Leanne’s heart shattered into pieces because she knew the truth to that lie. Leanne stands up “I think you should leave, I know your lying to me I have photo evidence that your friends with her, you’ve lied to me since we first started speaking why??? Actually I don’t want to know just get out! Leanne exclaimed angrily. Sarah walks out and shuts the door behind her while Leanne slumps down into the sofa and cries because her world has just crumbled into small pieces. Laying in bed Leanne checks the TikTok on her phone and sees that Carla has replied and is also online “I know you don’t believe me and I no reason to ask you too but please it’s true. About Sarah and about me loving you. Message me 07848493721 we can meet up if you feel like it? I know your probably feeling like crap right about now?” As Leanne reads message and is about to reply she receives another form Carla “hey how did it go? Did she admit it?”. Leanne struggles with what she wants to write so she simply replies “meet me, I’ll send you the location”. As Leanne starts to get ready she hears a ping from TikTok confirming that Carla agreed to meet at Leanne’s home. Its been twenty seven minutes and there’s a knock at the door. Leanne walks to the door, she turns to the long sized mirror before opening the door to Carla “wow… you look amazing, are you ready to go?” Carla asks calmly holding out her hand for Leanne to hold. Leanne nods as Carla leads them both to the car, Carla opens Leanne’s door and closes it once she is comfortable inside, when leanne has her seat belt on she relaxes remembering all the memories in the car they shared before separating “penny for a thought?” Carla asks as she puts her seat belt on. Leanne looks around “just memories, they stay for a life time” Carla takes Leanne’s hand “we will be making more memories, I never want to be apart again”.
She’s not who she says she is… Short black coils with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
She’s not who she says she is… Her eyes hold a sadness that she covers up.
She’s not who she says she is… The truth behind her words seem to hold a disbelieving lie.
She’s not who she says she is… Hugs and kisses, she gives them when others need her support.
She’s not who she says she is… She’s not who she says she is…
I’m…not who I say…I am
She’s not who she says she is
She says she’s Nice Happy A normal girl Average
She has her secrets Hidden inside For nobody To see EVER
She lies to everyone And fakes her personality She’s true to NO ONE
She’s Rich Bratty Angered Upset
She puts on a mask A fake personality To hide herself
Until you know her Until you see The real her
She’s not who she says she is
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(Sorry I haven’t been posting anything, homework is killing me. I hope you like this story and I’ll be making more. Have a good day/night)
EVE_**
I was minding my business on the subway when a girl who looked too pretty to be real sat by me. She had blonde hair with a pink dress. For some reason, I had this weird feeling for her. Cupid are you kidding me? Her blue eyes shine like the sky. “Hello, Eve,” she said in a very regal tone. She sounded like a… goddess. Weird. Wait how does she know my name? “Um, hi. You are?” If she said Taylor Swift I wouldn't be surprised. “Aphrodite,” she said in a low voice. Where have I heard that? History… Greek... Oh my god, she's the goddess of love. But she's not real right? “You- you’re a god,” I stammered. “Yes, of course, have all humans forgotten about us. Oh wait you have different… things,” she said. “So do you want something with me,” I try to breath. “Well… yes.”
MARLO
I sat down in the cafeteria. No one ever sits with me because I’m wierd. Then someone sits next to me. That’s a first. She has storm gray eyes and light brown hair. She smiles softly. “Hi, my names Ath- Atley,” she said softly. “Hey, my name is Marlo,” I said slowly. We were learning about Greek mythology in history and when she said Ath it reminded me of something. Oh my god. Athena. “You- you’re Athena?” “Yes, and I need your help.” A god just asked me for help. That’s a first. “Yeah?” “I have a-“ she pulled out something made out of metal. “H-“
**_EVE
**“And so I’m supposed to find a helm that I have never even heard of, then return it to the far by worst god,” I said sighing. “That’s about it,” Aphrodite said causally as if she makes little girls do the gods bidding every day. “Follow me,” she walked downtown. She is not who she says she is, a voice whispers in my head. Who is not who she says. Why did my head tell me this. What if it wasn’t my head. I follow Aphrodite thinking about it. Then I realized. I was about to meet the god of the underworld. And he probably wouldn’t give me cupcakes. **
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