Those Four Letter Words

Life as a new author …


What four letter words? Do I mean, swear words? Maybe. In this instance, it’s the title of a project I’m working on.

Another writing project, Christina?

Well, yes. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I have all these stories running through my head and I have to write it all down before my brain explodes. I feel like I’m trying to write/edit/publish as many things as I can before summer hits.

What happens during the summer? you ask.

Why, my wonderful summer job. It’s a cool job, I have to admit. I get to see concerts every time I go into work. Imagine seeing Florence + the Machine or Maroon 5 like I did last summer. Simply awesome. 🙂

But enough about work. Let’s bring it back to Those Four Letter Words. In actuality, this story came to mind while I was studying for an exam. I’m not a typically angry person but I was annoyed that I had to study and this pissed-off character came to life. What’s her name?

It’s Jade.

God, you’re probably thinking. More green in your story!

Let me give a run down in case you’re wondering what the heck I’m talking about. Green is my favourite colour. My toenails are currently painted jade green. My runners, although black, are bright green on the bottom.

Now, my characters are usually their own people but I may add a splash of myself in there now and then if the mood strikes my fancy.

Evidence A: In Dahlia, Dahlia becomes intrigued with a mysterious green-eyed stranger.

Evidence B: In Dealing With It, Angie’s boyfriend’s favourite colour is, you guessed it, green.

Evidence C: In Those Four Letter Words, the main character is named Jade and she presently has beef with a devilish green-eyed man from her past.

So yeah … I like green. Please don’t hate me. 🙂

But anyway, back to my story. Those Four Letter Words isn’t actually published yet. It’s not even fully edited yet. But I wanted to post a bit of what I had so far … see what other people think. This whole writing process has allowed me to grow. I’m finally feeling more confident in allowing others to read my works. They were all originally posted on this website called Wattpad before I even thought about blogging and self-publishing. They were in its raw, unedited versions, the books of the Blood Crave Series included.

So read a bit of Those Four Letter Words below. It’s only a novella and I was thinking of having it as a part of a collection of short stories/novellas of which I’ve already published most. Lol, I even have the book cover already done (I was playing around one day) but maybe I’ll save that for another time.

Disclaimer: The below passage from Those Four Letter Words is unedited and contains material that may be offensive to some (i.e. swearing/violence). Reader’s discretion is advised. 🙂

… It’s really not that bad, lol.

Those Four Letter Words


I have to do this bullshit English assignment on the topic of love and hate, and discuss the similarities between the two. You know, considering they’re such polar opposites. I believe you’d call it an oxymoron … although this assignment seems rather moronic IMHO. Yes, Ms. Fields, I am calling this assignment both bullshit and moronic and if you don’t understand my acronyms, you need to take a lesson in Slang 101 (insert smirk).

This section right here is supposed to be the blurb on what I’m going to be writing about in this paper but honestly, I don’t feel the need to explain. You know what my life has been like, Ms. Fields.

And apparently so does the rest of the goddamn school.

Besides, I’m already passing this course due to my incredibly gifted mind. And I know you secretly have a soft spot for me, Ms. Fields. You know—that poor, misunderstood, angst-driven student. I wouldn’t be doing myself justice if I did this any other way.

So without further ado …


Reflecting is a powerful thing. It makes you take a look at yourself and the people you surround yourself with. It makes you realize that not everything is as it seems, and that you should of figured that out by now.

The signs were blaringly obvious.

Chapter 1 

The power of three.


It was the number of people in my life that I cared for more than life itself.

Yeah, there was my mom and dad, but they didn’t count. I was expected to love them, and occasionally despise them for some of their choices in life. You know, there was the whole unconditional love, providing food and shelter and a wonderful safe environment for their offspring that sort of cancels out the hate.

Yup, that was my ma and pops.

But it always seemed as if three was the amount of people that I would give my heart to at any given moment in time. The people might change now and again, but the number always seemed to stay the same.

That was deep, wasn’t it?

When I was five, it was Bryn, Reed and Allison. But then Allison moved away so it became Bryn, Reed and Melissa when I was ten. At fifteen it turned into Bryn, Reed and Nina. And now it was Bryn, Nina and Connor.

Bryn, or rather B as I liked to call him, was my brother. He was my best friend even though five years older. Usually brothers ignore their younger siblings but he was different. He didn’t think of me as this nuisance, this pest that followed him around wherever he went. No, he loved me and protected me—always had since I was a little girl. And now at eighteen, it definitely hadn’t changed much even though there were a lot of bumps in the road along the way.

Although now I guess you could say we took care of each other.

Nina was my best friend outside of my family. For some reason, I didn’t have many friends. Okay, let’s be honest: girls hated my guts because I tend not to play nice and could be quite bitchy when provoked.

Emphasis on provoked.

Honestly they were just jealous. Jealous because my overprotective big brother never paid them any attention when he came to pick me up from school and ignored their asses. Jealous because those girls were just not as pretty as me. Yeah, I said it. They were jealous because I knew how to throw a mean punch and knew how to take a hit whether verbally or physically. But anyway, this was not what the assignment was about. No, this was about love and hate—not jealously.

So Nina was the only girl to make an effort to befriend me. She was this tall, blonde thing and the total opposite of me in every way. But she didn’t put up with my bullshit and always told it like it was. She was new to the school so perhaps she hadn’t heard about my reputation as Big Bitch as of yet.

The day I had met her, I’d been sitting off in the corner by myself in the cafeteria when this blonde haired, blue-eyed girl sat right in front of me and just started digging into her meal as if I wasn’t even there. I just silently looked over at her until she glanced up and finally noticed me gawking at her. “What the hell are you staring at? You know if you don’t shut your mouth, it’ll freeze exactly like that,” she said with a scowl. Then she lifted her right hand up and crossed her index and middle finger together as she gave me a sly look with a wink. “Honest.”

Since then we were joined at the hip—I liked her spunk.

Connor was my boyfriend. I met him when we were both sixteen, a year after I met Nina. I was stuck in detention after having been in a fight with a girl who had called me a name. I think it was bitch or something along those lines. Anyway, I didn’t take too kindly of that and punched her in the nose.

I happened to break said nose.

As a result, I was sitting in detention after school as the girl was probably getting her nose splinted at the hospital. I was sucking on a caramel hard candy, staring blankly at the wall in front of me when I felt a shiver run down my spine. I frowned, knowing someone must have been staring at me intently. I turned around to give the person a piece of my mind when I happened to lock gazes with a brown haired, brown-eyed guy. He just … looked at me with this glint in his eyes and my mouth suddenly went dry, my heart hammering in my chest. Only one other person made me feel like he just did at that very moment.

Like prey.

I had quickly looked away from him and faced the front, touching my chest as if to try and stop my rapidly beating heart but it was no good. The damage had already been done.

As soon as the bell had rung, I had rushed out of the room but my attempt was futile as I felt a hand firmly wrap itself around my wrist and tug me back. I smacked right into a warm body, chest to chest and looked up into almost illuminating brown eyes. He quietly stared down at me then slowly started to grin. My knees were suddenly like putty and I felt that familiar flutter in the pits of my stomach.

“Hey, baby girl,” he murmured.

And with those words, the rest (as they say) was history.

If you were paying any attention to what I had been writing, you were probably wondering about Reed. What happened to Reed? you were asking. Reed was one of your three for so long and now poof, he disappeared into thin air.

Well, I’d rather not talk about Reed.

Although this whole assignment is about love and hate so perhaps I have to talk about Reed …

I find it rather depressing that the people you love most in this world can also be the same exact people you hate with fervor. But it can happen, trust me.

It was the fucking story of my life.

So … thumbs up? Thumbs down? Do you want a little more insight into Jade’s life and the people around her? I could post a few more chapters. I would love to hear your opinions which is one of the great things I’m loving about blogging. 🙂

Among other things …

I don’t know what the weather’s like in your neck of the woods but here in Southern Ontario, it’s damp and dreary. We’re not supposed to see sunlight until Sunday and it’s suppose to actually SNOW on Saturday. Actually, I think it’s been snowing today as well. I can definitely hear the freezing rain banging against my window.

I wish I were in Hawaii.

Until next time,


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