I Just Need Something Heartbreaking.
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Thread Topic: I Just Need Something Heartbreaking.
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I need to do a soap so sad that I can't be happy for a long time... Because happiness hurts too much. Let's go. Right now. Plot ideas. I need this. Make it raw, painful, and excruciatingly sorrowful. Please.
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The only plots I can think of I was planning on using for some books and I started one. T-T If I do a soap with you will you promise not to steal them?
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Yes. I have my own novels to deal with; taking others' ideas is unheard of.
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Okay.
An 8th grade girl is dealing with constant bullying, the recent death of her military father, and her alcholic mother. When she returns to school the bullying gets worse, her one friend gets caught up in high school drama, eventually forgetting her. All alone the girl struggles to get through each day with constant flashbacks of happiness that can numb the pain for the duration, but leave a worse feeling after. The book (in this case soap) would end with the death of the girl, finally caught up with all her troubles.
I'm not sure what the second character would be. Would you prefer drama or romance? Drama the second character would be the friend, romance second character boy (I didn't mention before, but there's a love interest). -
Romance sounds like it would provide a more dynamic plotline. Would it be more effective (for the bullying) if the relationship wasn't heterosexual? It would give more things for the bullies to latch on to and it would impact the emotional state of the main character brutally being scrutinized by every public eye. Just a suggestion, we surely don't have to use it.
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That was another book idea only with different issues. Sure, should they both be homosexual or bi or does it matter?
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Doesn't really matter. We can just work out the details as we do it; that usually makes the best roleplays.
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Okay. Do you want to be the main character? We'll have to add in small characters as it goes on, but that's not a big deal.
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Sure, unless you want to be. Yes, yes, we definitely will, but that goes without saying for most roleplays.
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I think it would be best if you're the main character.
Name: Melina Newton
Age: 14
Hair: Brown, wavy to shoulders with pink streak (lost her mother to breast cancer)
Eyes: Light brown with hints of blue
Height: 5' 2"
Other: Pale, is anorexic, bisexual, unpopular, other problems will be seen throughout the soap -
Name: Karmen Sanchez
Age: 14
Height: 5'4
Other: Dealing with the recent death of her father who was overseas in Iraq. Her mother is alcoholic and borderline abusive. On top of this, she is constantly harassed and bullied regarding her social status and sexuality, which is somehow known throughout the grade. -
Not it.
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(Not exactly sure how to start this, but here it goes)
First day of school. But this one was different. You have a new face Melina. I thought to myself as I walked into the doors, my arms full of books and binders. First time people have seen you without all that weight. I added remebering all that teasing and snide remarks from the years being overweight. -
I kept my eyes trained on the tile floor as I walked into the school building. This year was going to Hell in a hand basket just as every other one of my middle school career had gone, I could just tell.
"Hey there, Lesbo."
Yep, there it was. That, on top of the aching bruise now throbbing on my wrist, a result of my mother's impulsive attempt to pull me out of bed. I had refused to move, refused to get up, but she wasn't hearing it. But she wasn't hearing it, and because she was now drunk 24/7, it resulted in black and blue stains all over my pasty skin. Fun stuff.
My face held no emotion as I passed by the speaker, trying to make it seem as though I didn't hear them. They only snickered in response.
"Ha. Cute. You're ignoring the truth, you dips---."
I gulped and turned down the next hallway, the one that practically no one ever picked as a locker location... which was precisely why I chose it.
Gotta go. Dinner. -
(Okay)
I met the eyes of my ex-boyfriend, Danny, the abusive one. I still questioned why I ever dated him. Was it because everyone else was dating? Or because no one else wanted me? Our eyes locked and his warm brown eyes turned cold. One of his friends saw me and his jaw dropped.
He tilted his head towards Danny and asked just as I walked by, "Isn't that he fatass you dated? Man, she's hot now. Too bad she's so messed up."
I put my head down and they snickered.
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