Timeless

Fotini Kouskoutis has been living with her grandmother in Miami for the past three years. One day, tragedy strikes and she is forced to live with the father who abandoned her when she was still a baby. At her new school in Connecticut, things are worse then they had ever been for her back home. In an effort to escape her life, Fotini creates a secret room, hidden behind a poster in her bedroom. While in this room, time is frozen for everyone but her.

One day, after she has created the room, Fotini is overcome with a terrible feeling of loneliness and makes Nick Jonas appear in the room. However, this Nick Jonas isn't the 16 year old heartthrob all the girls at her school are in love with-this Nick is a 13-year-old boy still trying to make his dream a reality.

Will their friendship be able to trancend time?


This is my FIRST story EVER! So pretty please no mean comments! However, constructive critism is welcome. :-)

My friend Kitsune from the Sisterhood is beta-ing this, so I'd just like to say THANKS SO MUCH KITSUNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And thanks to all the girls who auditioned, too. Keep a lookout to see if I end up using you as one of the characters. :-)

CHAPTER 1

"Fotini, you need to go down to the office. Fotini? Fotini! FOTINI KOUSKOUTIS!" My head snapped forward, the math teacher's voice pulling me out of my daydream.

"Yes, Ms. Berkely?" I asked, annoyance obvious in my voice.

"I just got a call from the office, and you need to go down right now. And please, try to pay better attention in my class!"

"Yes, Ms. Berkely." What I'd give to never see her face again...

I jumped out of my seat and near sprinted to the door, anxious to get out of the torture chamber she called a classroom. In my rush to leave I tripped over God knows what, falling flat on my face. Bitter laughter rang through the room. Acting like I couldn't care less, I calmly got to my feet and walked out the door.

My face turned bright red the second I escaped the stares of my classmates. As much as I hate to admit it I actually care about what they think of me, and it kills me that I do. I mean, it's not like anyone in this school has ever done anything to deserve my respect.

I've lived in Miami for four years, and no one has ever made any effort to get to know me. I'm just a drama geek, unworthy of their time. No none speaks to me, I don't speak to anyone, and we're all fine with that arrangement.

It wasn't always this way. Once upon a time, in fifth grade, I actually had a friend. She was the only person who spoke to me on my first day, and I was tricked into thinking she was my friend. Juliet McEvans was the first, and in turn, last, person I ever trusted. She seemed like such a nice person when I met her: big smile, constantly laughing, and always there when I needed someone to talk to. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of telling her the truth about my life. Well, maybe not the whole truth, but more than anyone other than my grandmother and mom ever knew.

"Hey Nini, how come you live with your Grandma? Shouldn't your parents be here, too?" Juliet and I had been sitting on my bed, painting our nails. When I heard her question, an unmistakable feeling of dread crept into me. I pushed it away. After all, Juliet was my friend. I could trust her, right?

"Well, my mom died a few months after I was born. I never really got to meet her." Her expression instantly changed to one of pity.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But what about your dad? He didn't die, too, did he?" The feeling that something bad would happen returned instantly. Once again, I ignored it and told Juliet anyway.

"Daddy left me and mom a few weeks before she died. He said he wanted nothing to do with people like my mom, or something like that. So that's why I live with Grandma." Juliet was silent for a moment, and I began to wonder if I should have told her. After a few moments of silence, she spoke.

"Nini, can you pass me the orange? I want to paint my nails for Halloween." Relief flooded through me. Why had I ever doubted telling her was a good idea?

The next day at school, I couldn't walk down the hallway without people staring at me strangely or hearing whispers that were obviously about me. Confused, I asked Juliet about it.

"I don't know. They're just being weird, I guess. Now come on, I need your help with my homework." She quickly changed the subject, and for some reason I bought her answer.
Later that day, I was just about to walk out of my bathroom when I heard three girls walk in. They were all talking about me, and Juliet's voice rang out loud and clear above the others'.

"Her dad must have, like, hated her or something. I mean, my dad would never walk out on me. He loves me way too much to do that. I don't know how Nini's dad could ever have loved her. Seriously, have you seen her?" Tears gathered in my eyes, and I burst out of the stall to confront her.

"I thought you were my FRIEND!"

"Wha-"

"I trusted you with that and you told EVERYONE! And then you LIED to me about it! AND you talked about me behind my back! YOU are no friend of MINE!"

Long story short, I punched her backstabbing face. We haven't really talked since then.

When I reached the office door, I started to get the same feeling I'd had right before I told Juliet my secret. I reached out my hand and slowly opened it up. Sitting in front of me was the on person I thought I'd never meet, the person I had only seen in pictures before this day - my father.

Once again, FIRST story EVER!

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I thought this was a little 'eh.'

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-Caitlin

Hey i liked the summary and what i read so far it should be a good one.

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