Operation S.M.I.L.E [Starkid: Tyler Brunsman Story]

An eight year-old paced back and forth in a empty hallway. Only the sounds of machines beeping and the tickings of a clock filled the gloomy air. She took a seat on the nearest banch to rest her worn-out legs. Soft mumbling was heard from the room directly across, though she could only make out some of the muffled words.
".....Dead..." shortly after a woman's short but steady gasp echoed out of the room. The little girl outside felt someone's eyes one her for a few seconds, then the whispers started up again.
"What do we tell... the girl?"
There was a painfully long pause, then the other spoke.
"The Truth..."

A man dressed in all white carrying a clipboard came out into the hallway. He was rather tall, she thought... though that could've just been the fact that she was barely even 4'2. A shorter and plumper woman followed directly behind. The man bent down close to her height.
"How are you feeling?" he asked with caution, obviously not wanting to get to the point anytime soon. She only shrugged and didn't even look him in the eyes, for the fear of what she would find out.
The man turned his head in the direction of the woman with an uneasy frown, and she simply nodded her head in return. The man took a deep sigh, then looked back to the girl now playing with her fingers and placed a single hand on her shoulder. The girl felt something coming, so she braced herself for the impact by closing her eyes tightly.
His words were short paced but calm. "Ms. Anderson... I'm.. I-I'm sorry to have to tell you this..."

This little girl knew for quite some time that Santa Claus did not exist. The same results with the Easter Bunny, Leprecauns, and princes to randomly show up out of no where to catch you when you'd fall. She knew that they were just made up stories to fill voids in some kid's life. But she did believe in Miracles.
That was; however, A lost hope that would never reach the surface again.

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"Mummy! Mummy! Can we go for some Ice Cream!?" the little girl called as she sprinted into the kicthen, where her mother was rinsing fruit and placing them into a colorful bowl. The mom looked up from what she was doing and placed a unknowing frown on her face.

"I don't know hun, I still have inner to make..."she replied unsurely. But this mother knew that she could rarely say no to her daughter when she was in a cheerful mood, so she sighed. "Go ask your dad."

The little girl clapped and skipped out of the kitchen. Soon both parents, along with the girl's older sister and baby brother were all sitting in their family vehicle. It was a nice summer night in July as her mother reached over to turn on a family CD she burned with everyone's favorite songs. They all happily started to sing and hum along to 'BlackBird' - Each one knowing Every Verse, Every Line, Every Rythem; with the exception of the baby who couldn't yet speak.

It all happened so fast... one moment the whole car was filled with the Chorus of the song, the next.... blinding white lights were hurdling out of no where towards them.

The young girl barely even knew what was happening as her Mother and Father quickly reached over the front seats to try and block their children in the hope of protecting them from the on-going truck.


Now little Cassandra sat with tears in her eyes at the hopistal; just now finding out that her family had died in that fateful crash. She didn't know how cruel one must be to take her family away from her like this, but what she did know; well what she thought she knew, was that it was all her fault.


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Silent, stoic, she walked at the head of the long line of coffins. Her family's caskets were carried by strangers, because there was no one now, no one to assist her in mourning the dead. She stopped before the four open graves and stepped aside to allow the procession to pass. It seemed the line would never end as it slowly ebbed past her.

She wore white, a strange choice for a funeral, but it seemed fitting. A simply white dress reached the bottom of her legs and looked to be stained blood red by the rays of the setting sun. She turned to let her face bathe in the last warmth of the day as the sun crept towards the horizon.

As the last coffin made it's way past the girl, her gaze returned to the open and ready graves before her. They seemed all too ready to swallow the remains of those closest to her, like gaping mouths, hungry for the pain and suffering she felt. When the last coffin-bearers stood in their places all the men began to lower their burdens into the open holes

A tear fell from her eye as she said one final silent goodbye and turned away from the fresh graves and faced the dying sun. Now that the tears had started they would not stop, and she sunk down to the ground sobbing.

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon a grave digger lay a hand upon her shoulder, a gesture meant to comfort her. His large hands left dirt on the snow white shoulder of her dress, the dirt used to bury her family.

She glanced bitterly at the smudge, her gaze icy and sorrowful. Eyes were now dry, for her heart finally seemed to realize that no volume of tears would still it's torment. No amount of sorrow or sympathy would allow it to mend itself.

No; from now on, she knew she was alone.



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The ways of life are strange yet wise, and permanent. They are ruthless and cunning. It can change a person's life in a matter of seconds. All sad and true, but this story doesn't start there.

This story starts in a darkened bedroom nearly twelve years later. The walls were all bare; a horrible grayish color surrounding every bit of it. The floorboard had began to rot in certain places; small enough for you not to know about it but big enough for you to get your foot stuck and trip.

There in this bedroom she sat crying the hardest she ever had in years. A simple black piano was found in the darkest corner of the room; covered in dust from being unplayed for the longest time. She sat leaned up against one of the four walls, her face inplanted in between her two knees. She was the only one in the house at this time, but she was sure just about everyone in the neighborhood could hear her sobbing.

After four years of almost being compeltly happy, it was all taken away from her. Why bad things happeed, Cassandra didn't know, though she wished she did. She wished she could go back in time and never ask to go out for ice cream. She didn't blame the drunk driver who hit them, the medical people in the vans who didn't get to them until after about an hour, or the doctors who couldn't save them from death. She blamed nobody but herself; it was all her fault. And for a while she thought for once in her life that it wasn't.

One Life. One Day. One Tiny Minute.

The day she lost her family was the day she died on the inside.
She was simply a soul-less body walking around with nothing to live for.
She never laughed until she met Cameron.
Never talked.
Nothing.
The smiles she had with him weren't actually simling at all, even though she was at her happiest with him.
She smiled on the outside, but the inside was empty. She didn't feel anything.

And now, she promised herself that she would never ever Smile a real smile..... ever again.

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Dramatic ending, eh? Yes I know this may be confusing, but trust me... this is only the prologue type thing. I will only talk in third person like this again in a few other chapters, the rest will be in First person; her point of view.

I should Probably describe her. OH! And Im using my REAL real name for this, if you didn't catch on to that :P

Name: Cassandra Anderson
Age: 19 (again)
Height: Average
Weight: Average
Skin: Use to tan alot, now lost the interest so she is Pale.
Eye Color: A Deep Ocean Blue
Hair: A dark chocolate brown color with natural blonde in it (Yes, it is possible to have natural highlights... if you disagree then you may want to check out my hair...)
Personality: Although she may not seem like it, when she is actually happy for a change she is quite nice, bubbly, fun. She enjoys all those starkid thannngs.. :P And... you get it I guess. Occassionally she has minor Anger problems but that is only when she is deeply upset in something. She trys to stay out of the way of people, not really a talker, glares alot, but... nice... :P Does this really even matter?

SO I am really excited to see how you guys like this one. And I am proud to say that this is the first (from what I know) story about Tyler Brunsman! Which surprised me! I mean, he is really cute! SO... comment, rate,.... add to favorites if you want! Ill be chillin out here thinking of what to write for chapter 2!!!

Oh and for those of you who care - YES IM FINISHING THEY SLIPPED AWAY! DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT!

Just thought you all should know!!!!! faints

(ahahaahaha Harry Potter - Quirrel moment!)