Five years

Not very long, but here's Tuesday's post
The last one was Monday's since I didn't feel like putting it up yesterday.

            My life is crazy. My world just crumbled down, leaving nothing more than dust of memories behind. My hands were clawing the padded floor, trying to find a way out of this place. I started to cry out useless pleas, and it was obvious that no one was listening to me. The tears were falling uncontrollably, as the truth keeps on pressing onto me. It felt as if at any moment, I just might start choking to death in this unknown place. And no one will care, no one. And I wouldn’t care either, because then that would mean that I would be back with everyone again. Happy, and laughing as if what just happened in the past year was just a bad dream. But it was obvious that it wasn’t, it was obvious that I wouldn’t die, just yet. And it was obvious that the tears won’t last forever.

             In fact I can feel them slowing down, leaving me alone with reality. When what I truly wanted was darkness.

            “Oh cheer up, Cassie,” I can hear my brother say.

            “Nothing can last in sadness forever,” said my fiancé.

            “Yeah, nothing can last forever,” I said to myself. But this time it will, especially with everyone that I know just suddenly dead. This time, I had a feeling that the sadness will stay, and never leave again.

           

            That was five years ago, and it still stayed. It was just five years ago, since that accident, five years since I found myself in the padded place. Five years ago, that I found out my life will be changed forever. 

Him and Her

I lost my notebook on Monday -_-
And I don't have that teacher again till tomorrow, so I won't be getting it tomorrow. But at least I remember the story, so back to your regular (unusual) scheduled (not) post.

            It was strangely comforting, the crowd, the stuffiness, the heat that causes sweat to stick in the most absurd of places. It was hard to see, bodies pressing so close together, I should have been hyperventilating by now. But I can’t, even when I started to press forward into the thickest of the crowds. All for him.

            The screams were pounding on my headache, my eyes wanting to shut everyone from my view. Sweat was gathering onto my forehead, and I was tired, really tired. And yet I couldn’t sleep, or stop smiling. Even if by now my teeth were plotting some kind of revenge on me, and yet I couldn’t care. The screams, the girls with their awed parents, and laughing boys was somehow giving me energy. My feet were taking a tired step forward, when it felt like at any moment I just might buckle. And it was all for them.

            I was starting to get close now I can feel it. My body was tingling wildly his scent was close by. It felt as if at any moment I just might faint from it all the excitement, and my nervousness. And I couldn’t stop, till I was near him, till I made him sign an autograph for my sister. Who was at the moment getting sicker each second, and it was scaring me to death. “Hey, watch it you [censored],” said a familiar voice. My stomach dropped, my hands started to become clammier but I wouldn’t stop.

            “Good job just a couple more autographs a picture or two, then you can take a rest,” said my publicist. Her voice was filling my ear, from the headset. I started to set a clock ticking downward to it. The important talk waiting impatiently in the air. So I did what he said, and signed a couple more autographs, catching glimpses of screaming girls. Catching a glimpse of her.

            I was close, really close; my heart was beating excitedly as I saw him stop. An unsure expression on his face, which was good because at least it meant that I had more time to catch up with him. Just a couple more steps, till I can catch up to him, get that autograph, and go on with my life where nothing happened, except hoping that my sister got better.

            She was familiar, and yet I couldn’t pinpoint where exactly I saw her. I can hear my publicist saying I should hurry up, instead of just standing there like an idiot, but I wouldn’t listen. I turn to the nearest girl, and was about to ask her that girl’s name, but she was just gaping wildly, frozen, as if I just turned her into an excited statue. And I couldn’t do anything about it, I was about to yell for her to come here, but a taller, leaner, supermodel girl tripped her.

            I was falling, flat in my face with him watching. Great, I’m now going to be very embarrassed, and he surely won’t sign that autograph. And my sister will be very sad, and will probably just die. But I felt someone grab, my arm to steady me. Whoever it was was oddly cold. I was about to look up and thank the person, but instead I started to gape. It was him, and he was right in front of me, not letting go of my arm.

            “Hello,” I say to the gaping girl.

            “H-h-hello,” she stuttered back. I smile,  a funny feeling opening up inside of me telling me that weird stuff are going to be coming up along the way.

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A musical day

No school day since the teachers get a day off from parent teacher conferences, which is both good and bad. Good for me because no school (who's going to teach around a thousand kids when there are no teachers, ghosts?) But kind of bad for you because of no story today. So I think I'm going to post some music up, and that's Rolling in the Deep.

There's a fire starting in my heart,

Reaching a fevered pitch and it's bringing me out the dark.

Finally, I can see you crystal clear,

Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare,

See how I'll leave with every piece of you,

Don't underestimate the things that I will do.

There's a fire starting in my heart,

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark.

The scars of your love remind me of us,

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,

I can't help feeling,

We could have had it all,

(Your gonna wish you, never had met me)

Rolling in the deep,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside your hand,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby, I have no story to be told,

But I've heard one on you and I'm gonna make your head burn,

Think of me in the depths of your despair,

Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared,

The scars of your love remind me of us,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

I can't help feeling,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside your hand,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Could have had it all,

Rolling in the deep,

You had my heart inside of your hands,

But you played it with a beating.

Throw your soul through every open door,

Count your blessings to find what you look for.

Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,

You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown.

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

We could have had it all,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all.

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

It all, it all, it all.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep

You had my heart inside of your hand,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it to the beat.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Could have had it all,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep.

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside of your hands,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me

But you played it,

You played it,

You played it,

You played it to the beat.

The 9/22/11

The last one, that I just posted was for yesterday, which I didn't have time to post because of school and stuff. Well here is today's story.

            “Hey wait up,” I said trying to catch up to Jenna. We were over the boundary line of the kingdom, Boredom. And for once in my whole life did I realize just how much of the world there really is. And I was just bored to actually want to learn about it all. The green tress loomed up around us, and each green leaf, every crawling and flying insect, each blade of grass opened my eyes a bit more to what’s really around me. The longer, I stayed out here, the more I’ll most likely become less boring, and more… adventurous. And I had a small feeling that I’ll actually like being non-boring.

            “Oh come on Mangus, you slow poke!” she yelled back at me, but at least stopping, so I can catch up. I roll my eyes, and tediously hop over the stones, that are around us, wanting a bit to irritate her. “Oh come on! You know we don’t have much time!” I sigh and hops off the stone I was just on, and run up to her.

            “There you happy now?” I ask. She nods, and was about to take off, before I grab her hand.

            “Now what is it this time?” she sighs, a whiny edge to her voice. But at least she didn’t pull away, but I did. For some reason the longer I was out in the forest with her, away from Boredom, I was starting to really feel some stuff that I never thought was possible. Even my heart was quickly beating not really knowing the answer to it as well. I was starting to miss the numb feeling I had while in Boredom, at least everything was typical. “Mangus, are you okay? You’re zoning out again,” she says bringing me back to reality.

            “Uhhh, yeah I am I was just… umm, thinking. So where are we going anyways?” I say quickly, a small unknown flush crawling up my neck.

            “Somewhere,” was simply all she said.

            “Umm, okay. And when are we going to go back?” there was an unknown longing in my voice, which I tediously found odd.

            “Soon,” she said, and then she took off running, while I tried to catch up to her. It felt like hours later when we reached our destination, even though it was most likely a few minutes. I stop and look around, the trees tall loom over us, but farther away, for in front of me was a big clear body of water. It was a quarter of the town square. Still it was pretty, and it aroused a feeling that was most likely excitement deep inside of me.

            “Where are we?” I ask, noticing a small disturbance in the pond.

            “Mangus, welcome to the place I like to explore,” she says squeezing my hand tightly. I nodded, walking a few steps closer to the pond the disturbance looked like diamonds. And I needed diamonds.

            You’re such an idiot! You don’t need diamonds, you’re already plenty content with what you have! My brain was yelling to my body, but my body didn’t listen. If I reach far enough, I might be able to stop it.

            “Mangus, don’t you dare…” she was trailing off; I can feel something tugging me back. But I wasn’t listening; I reached the edge, and quickly scooped down to touch the diamond. That was bad, because I felt myself being thrown about; I look around and see Jenna doing the same. An angry expression was on her face. I shrug helplessly, but before I can say anything, a pair of unnaturally bright light was flashing into my eyes. And instantly I knew that we weren’t in the forest or even in Boredom, but somewhere else entirely different.

           

            “Umm, are you awake Bradon?” asks Katy gently poking me. And I don’t bother to wake up, because I had a feeling that there was also someone else on the stage, someone unexpected. 

This comes with a song.

First of all if you have a serious problems with gay, lesbians, bi, or transgender people, don't read this, because I don't want a bunch of comments about why they're wrong and stuff.
And second, don't judge me, because I'm straight, this character just happened to be a bit bi.
And third here's the song I promised.

And now the story.

            Winning, losing, getting hit by random soccer balls, that is the normal life of mine. The unusual life of mine, is despising every guy that I ever came to meet, regardless if they are nice or not. And I don’t have a clue as to why; it’s as if I’m just naturally repulsed to them, and their obnoxious, sick-minded ways. And the good thing is, is that they’re naturally repulsed by me, and generally stays away. It’s as if I’m carrying a deadly communicable, and that they’re afraid that they might catch it as well.

            But… the only problem was that there was just one guy. One guy that couldn’t stay away, it’s as if he sticks to me like glue. He’s like a ghost, haunting my life, my dreams; he’s in the air I breathe. Even my poems are about me ranting about him, and only him and no one else. I can tell that I’m falling for his trick, for his eyes, practically much just him. But the only problem was that…

            “Are you okay Katy?” asks Keale, hovering close to me. I snap out of it, and notice the worried look on her face. She was plain and yet amazingly pretty at the same time. Her dark blonde curls carefully lay out carefully on the side of her pale face, the green in her eyes reminding me of the richest rain forest in the world. Her cherry red lips in a teensy pout. “Really Katy are you okay?” she asks forcing my eyes to look up into her eyes.

            “Yeah, I am, just a little tired,” I say half telling the truth. My lips turn up a bit, back into its small playful smile.

            “Okay that’s good,” and before I can object back, she started to kiss me. Hesitantly, I started to kiss back; fear and nervousness start to shoot into my veins. She pulls back immediately a pained look on her face, “Really Katy what’s wrong?” and this time I had a feeling, she won’t let me get away with it. So I take a deep breath, and carefully compose my face, and man was I wishing that there was someone in the bathrooms.

            “Keys, I got something to tell you,” it was hard, to break up with someone especially if you’ve been together for a year. The scene flashed by slowly and yet quickly, after I said the regretful words, she stomped out, her rich green eyes glassy, trying not to show the tears that want to fall through. I remember saying sorry, and try to run after her, the tears streaking down my face. But it was obvious that from that day on, she won’t listen to me, and I fell into a depression full of cuts. The only lifeline I had was words, but soon that fell through and I was truly, alone. Till one day, I literally fell onto Bradon.

            “Hello,” he says not bothering to get off of me. My heart started to beat quickly, and a blush was starting to go ninja on me.

            “H-hi?” I say back. The small hope butterfly in my stomach was starting to tell me that everything will be okay.

UNICORN!

Here's a random pic, that goes along with the story. Unfortunately the unicorn in this story isn't pink, or has wings.

            It was up, it was down, and it was all around. It was Batman, if Batman looked like a 50 year old or so guy, wearing all black with a badly stitched bat design on the front, and wearing a raggedy pink-splotched cape.

            “Hello peeps!” it yelled in a creeper voice from high above us. I can hear a little ripping sound and I was hoping it wasn’t coming from the rope carrying ‘Batman’. He was right above me, and I didn’t want to be his landing. Thankfully, he started to move back to the stage, and I give a little sigh, his dank over powering cologne smell still hanging around.

            “I wonder what this school is up to now,” whispered Katy. I give a quick shrug, and she giggles, giving me a peck on the cheek. I blush, and start to listen to the principal announcing safety week, which was ironic since danger was everywhere in this school.

            “Blah…. More blah and blah…” he didn’t really say that, but the lecture was so easy that everyone already knew what came next. “A police officer will be coming to ma-” he got cut off, because there was a loud crash backstage. People instantly started to murmur about what happened, and the teachers are too worried to stop them.

            “W-w-what happened?” asks Katy fear in her voice.

            “I don’t know,” I say holding her into my arms to comfort her.

            “Oh Bradon, I hope nothing happened to Timmy,” Timmy was her little brother who was working as stage crew. If anything happened to him, I have a feeling that Katy will start to get into the negatives.

            “Don’t worry he didn’t get hurt, I promise,” and the thing was I was sure of it, because I just had this weird feeling.

            “Oh I…” she trails off.

            “You?” I ask back curious, not really noticing the sudden silence that has settled around the room. Without saying anything, she turned me around, and what I saw on the stage right now made my eyes bulge out. No, it’s not possible they’re fake they’re proven that they don’t live…. Do they? My thoughts were in a jumble as the, the unicorn stared at us. And it was pure white, almost looking golden, confusion in his deep green eyes. It was silent, and then suddenly the, the creature/unicorn/narwhale that must have had mated with a horse just staring at us, and us staring back at it. Then it said one word that we all never thought it would say.

            “Hi,” it said in a silky rough voice. It was then that I fainted.

Good news bad news

This is my 20 story, signalling 20 days of school, for me. Just thought to let you know.

Harder to lose

Harder to buy

This is the land of

Sugar high

            The poem plays in my head as my fingers start to do their daily dainty work, each evening. This was patching up the soldiers’ belongings, or also known as their clothes, and once in a while one of the items that their mother, sister, or sweetheart would send in. And each night, I would silently try and not cry, as pictures of my mother and little sisters come to my mind. Oh, it was hard work, for the women in the war, always worrying, cleaning, and taking care of stuff. It seems as if it will never leave a lady’s life in the near future. It was always too much work, and barely any free days.

            “Oh stop complaining Anita, there are others who has it way worse,” said Mother Lila as if reading my thoughts. I don’t bother to look up at her over the fire, as my fingers patch up this nasty rip on one soldier’s uniform.

            “I ain’t complaining, Mother Li, I was just… thinking about how life is hard and-”

            “In a complaining tone, thinking or not? Yeah right, I can hear ya complaining a mile away, even if it is in your head,” she says in her strict grandmotherly way. I sigh, and roll my eyes a bit, reprimanding myself a bit for doing it again. “But anyways…” she trails off a bit as if a bit unsure of how to go on. I start to put my guard up, preparing myself for the worst. War does that to you, it gives you a nasty surprise when you were expecting one to be good and hopeful. After a while, though you’ll get used to it, even if it took a year or two.

            “The boss…” uh oh, if it’s something about the doctor then it’s going to be bad really bad. “Are you listening Anita?” she says bringing me back to reality, just as my mind was about to go to the worst case scenarios at what might of happened to the doctor.

            “Yeah, I’m listening,” I say giving her a quick glance before going back to my mending.

            “Well then, the boss said ya can take a day off a day after tomorrow,” she says quickly, in an almost grump voice but underneath it I can catch just a hint of gratitude.

            “Oh thank you, thank you!” I yell, suppressing the urge to jump up and down and give her a peck on the cheek.

            “Don’t thank me, thank the boss, and he’s got something else for ya…” she trails off uncertainly again, but I didn’t notice because I was excited about having a day off again. “He um, said that… Your brother,” she takes a deep breath before muttering the last word so quietly that I couldn’t hear.

            “Come again?” I ask my beating heart still excited.

            “I said your brother um… died?” she said. Everything started to crash down, onto me as I realize why the doctor even gave me a day off. My brother dead and he was the only other lifeline I had here, without him…. I don’t bother thinking about the stuff that might happen now. In fact, I don’t bother to notice everything around me anymore, once I heard that he died, I just shut down. In the distance, I can hear Mother Lila screaming my name, and someone else, someone familiar, and yet not familiar. But I don’t hear their words behind the screams, or the scrambling feet, because I can feel myself being welcomed into the darkness.

           

            

Monkeys

Possibly my shortest story, and le gasp, I actually posted on a Friday. This is probably the first time I have ever done that on this blog.

            The marker smells like bananas. The classroom feels like it just recently rained. Her mind runs wild dreaming of singing monkey and chess playing toucans. The sweetest fruits grows deep in the jungles of her mind, and all she had to do to get them, was to open up her mind. The only problem was that reality was holding her back.

            “Mademoiselle Wilder!” said the unnamed French lady that has taken over for Mademoiselle Gaga for the rest of the year. She looks up at the teacher lazily, not really caring if she got into trouble or not.

            “Oui?” she asks.

            “Ecouter!” and the teacher started to mutter something in French, that none of the students learned yet. Though it sounded like she was saying about monkeys.  The girl sighs before replying oui again. Only she ended up slipping back into her imagination, a plan working out in her mind at how she can get the fruits. All it involved was one French lady, and a whole lot of trouble. 

There's something in the punch

I got tired yesterday, and didn't feel like typing my story up and posting it here. So ta da her it is.

            Gowns, lights, and music fill the air. And joys of laughter can be heard everywhere. It is the annual Midsummer Eve ball, and everyone is laughing, and having the time of their life dancing. That is everyone except me. Their laughter sounds false, the cheeriness too cheery. Their minds forced to look at everything around them, and not really allowed to think about the current situation. The war. The Nazis are winning badly; Hitler’s power was quickly slipping away. Everyone was silently freaking out at what will happen if Hitler stopped becoming president. Will it possibly be another depression? France started to take over Germany. The possibilities are endless, and yet I wasn’t thinking about all that. No I was thinking about him, my ex.

            My down to earth, belonging in the mantle, and should never to be seen again, ex. He was smiling cheerfully while talking to some important delegates, his wife by his side acting bored. She caught me staring at them, and started to use her icy glare on me. I roll my eyes, and turn back to the punch bowl, the dark red liquid reminding me of spilled blood. The blood that caused the ending between her husband and me. That jerk ward ex. I feel a pair of unfamiliar wrap around my shoulders and I look up staring into a pair of bright devilish blue eyes. “A-a-are you okay?” he murmurs, concern clear in his voice. I nod and force a smile, so the beating of his heart can slow down, but it doesn’t. And that saddens me, though I force it out of my system, so he wouldn’t know. I wanted him to be happy, even if it was going to end up depressing me.

            “Good,” he says and one of his easygoing smiles is back on his lips. “W-would you want some punch?” and I nod, not realizing at how thirsty I am. I see his arm, grab two cups putting it on the table and pouring the red punch into it. He does it so easily, all with one arm still around my shoulder. Once he finishes, I grab a punch, and so does he. We clink our glasses together carelessly, and we drink. The cold fluid flows down the hollowness of my throat, and it tastes weird, unusual. But it was too late to turn back now. The liquid quickly settles into my stomach, and I can feel little butterflies to form in its place. My heart was beating faster, I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and most of all happy. While there was still one corner of my mind that was clear of it all, it was warning me of something but I couldn’t hear it. I look over at Low, and see the same look in his eyes that’s probably in mine as well; he smiles a happy lopsided smile, and says three words that make my body feel buttery all over.

            “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” I say, and this time I realized what that clear part of my mind was saying to me all along. It’s all fake. 

Mesa

I forgot to go to the meeting today, but I did get the form before school. So that will count right?
For those of you who doesn't know what MESA is, just google it. It stands for math, engineering, science achievement, I think.

            Math, nerds, geeks, and the amusement park, to her and her friends that is what they think MESA is about.

            “First meeting, is today in room 102,” said the principal through the intercom, “Be there after school before three!” she says before the thing clicked off, sending a wave of silence through the whole room. She sighs, putting her book away, back into her bag. Mesa, mesa, mesa, it was all anyone can talk now days.

            What’s so important about it, anyways? She thinks to herself, as the boys next to her started to talk all about it. Sure, it’s a new club and all that, and sure, you can go to state. But what do you do? You just build useless stuff that won’t help you in life. Oh why did I promise my friends that I decided to go to that meeting with them. I’m going to be a photographer when I grow up not an engineer. She sighs again, as she starts to draw light little circles on her desk, her thoughts muddled around the term MESA.

            “Hey Emmy, you are going to go to that meeting today are you?” asks her friends, Lisa.

            “Yeah, yeah, I wouldn’t want to miss it to the world,” she says forcing a smile onto her lips. No! I didn’t want to go, but I’m doing it for you guys. Jeez, who knew it was hard to please people now days. That’s what she wanted to say actually, but she kept her tongue tight, because she didn’t want to hurt her friend’s feelings.

            “Great, I’ll see you after school, and meet me by my locker or be squared,” and her friend started to laugh hilariously as if it was the funniest joke in the world. But Emmy just rolled her eyes, and went back to doodling little circles on her desk waiting for the bell to ring. She was trying to think of ways to ditch, fake a sickness so she can go home early anything. But underneath all that, she was secretly hoping it will be fun.

Another Artica Story

            I wake up from the nightmare. I was hyperventilating badly; my breathing was broke up by unshed sobs. Tears slide down my pale icy face, as my mind continues to flash the nightmare, over and over again. My people were dying, the ice dragons being burnt to death. Puddles were what are left of everyone gone. Everyone that I cared about was just gone, in that destruction. My whole home was destroyed, my father’s face ashen as he knew he was going to be next. The screams were still in my head, everything was melting. And all for what?

            I couldn’t even go back to Bionova, if when it happened. Where the hell would I find a fairy in the first place to teleport me here? It was rare, very rare to find one now days. Despair and sadness stuck to me like glue, my tears were dropping steadily onto the silk blanket. I truly feel alone right now on Earth.

            “Artica?” asks Cyrus, from over by the doorway. I don’t look up at him; in fact, I didn’t notice him walk to my room. My sadness seemed to have muffled my senses; it was almost as if it was holding me prisoner, and for once, I didn’t even care. I can hear him sigh as he walks silently up to my bed, and sit on the edge of the bed not that far from me. And for a while, it was just me and him, breathing, and crying. Not an inch of comfort was to be found.

            “H-he…” I trail off, unable to finish whatever I was going to say.

            “Don’t tell if you don’t want to,” he says. I can feel him inching a bit closer to me, but doesn’t make a move to comfort me. So through my sadness, I grabbed for the closest lifeline and that was his hand. He could have pulled away, in fact, it would be more appropriate if he did pull away, but he didn’t, and I was glad. His hand was scorching hot under mine, nearly enough to possible melt it. And yet it didn’t. We were complete opposites that were attracted to each other, in unimaginable ways. His dark eyes were warm, as the tears stopped flowing.

            At least there was one thing that hasn’t been under destruction yet, and that was him. 

Stay Alive

This was a dream I had today, and I obviously didn't have time to write it down before school because I had to get ready and all that. So here it is, may be the longest story I have written in a while.

            It was the middle of the eightieth annual Hunger Games. You may be thinking about what has happened to the revolution that has happened to stop the games. Well it happened, all right, but it didn’t last long. It turned out that people were more civilized with the games around. And so now, here I am fighting my life off, in the deadliest game in the world. Only this time the stakes are higher. There have been more incidents caused by the gamekeepers, less supplies, even a water scarcity. Even the kids are different, somehow developing a power or as the capitol, people call it ‘natural gifts.’ Throughout the years, I have saw on TV kids with light coming out of their hands, telekinesis, and even super speed. These were the kids that usually won; these were the kids that were the most deadly in the games.

            There were only two sides in the tributes freaks or the ones with powers, and mundanes the ones without powers. And I’m on that side pretty much useless, having never picked up a weapon in my life. It was amazing that I made it this far, I was in the top seven and seventeen has died. Some in painful ways that I have hoped to never see again, and others were lucky just quick and painless. They were my friends, and they were dead. And now I’m doing their promise

Stay alive.

            And I did, or else I wouldn’t have made it this far. “Cadet?” asked a now familiar female voice.

            “Yeah?” I say opening my eyes, and unconsciously look for her even though she was invisible. It was the first time a freak and a mundane had allied together, all over the world the people were most likely spreading rumors high and low about it. I mean it wasn’t as if we’re doing anything very romantic. Instead for running for our lives.

            “Come on, it’s time to go before, t-they find us,” her voice cracking a little bit. I sigh and hold out my hand, and she graciously takes it, gently pulling me up from the soggy autumn ground. And without really thinking about it, we set out in a random direction, away from them. For a moment, it was just the sounds of our breathing and our growling stomach. It has been exactly two days since we ate anything, and I had a feeling that the gamekeepers weren’t going to let out any new game yet. “Oh Cadet, I’m scared,” she whispered softly. And for the first time since I woke up, I felt her hand shaking.

            “Don’t worry, we’ll live,” I smile reassuringly, feigning confidence. That most likely didn’t help her at all, so I squeezed her hand reassuringly. In fact I don’t think I believed that myself. I can feel her eyes looking at me sternly, invisible or not.

            “How can you be sure? It’s been over a week, and the weather is quickly turning cold. What if…” she didn’t have to say the rest, I already knew what she was thinking.

            “They let the winners fend for themselves during winter,” I finish for her. I can tell she was nodding dumbly, tears most likely gathering in her eyes. We continue walking for a bit, before I decided to stop in a middle of a clearing. Autumn leaves full on the ground not yet crunchy enough to make sound. It was full of color, perfect for a lunch. I shake my head thinking to myself that it wasn’t time to be thinking about food.

            “Don’t worry, Cali,” I say pulling her in for a hug. Her heart was beating hard against my chest, and I can tell that mine was probably beating as quickly as hers was. She smelled of simple spring days, warm and full of flowers. Full of hope, and not of the despair that the games carry. I can feel her tears soak my shirt, and for the first time did, I notice how scared she was.

            “I-I’m scared, and I have a feeling that I might…” she trails off, and I don’t bother to try to pry her for what she means. Instead, I just hold her closer. It was a pleasant feeling; sure, the people watching right now might think I’m slightly crazy. But they’ll believe her because of her voice. In fact, a small plan was unfurling, maybe enough to make us alive.

            “We’ll live,” and this time I meant it.

How it all started

Now I really do think that each Friday school story won't really be posted on a Friday. Well here's the late Friday story.

There was an accident in the showers. No one used it much, for two reasons, one there wasn’t enough time to use it, and two it was well embarrassing. I guess, in a way, the only thing it was useful for, was changing into your gym clothes or back into your school clothes. It was also useful for, pranks. And I Liza B. Jones will tell about the infamous incident that has happened exactly three days, three hours, and three minutes ago.

            It was a regular school day. People were coming in and out of classrooms, hanging about, giggling, causing the nastiest rumors known in the history of Jr. High, and just plain about walking, and sluffing about. It was time for gym, and the girls were giggling about, as they got ready. The ones that were embarrassed to dress into their gym clothes in public, was waiting in line to use the five stalls in the bathroom part of the lockers. They only had five minutes to get dressed, and it was a long line. The line was so long, in fact that one girl just decided to go to the unused shower room. She slipped out, and nearly skipped there, happiness spreading about her as she realized that she wasn’t going to be late. Minus the fact that gym isn’t her strongest forte.

            As she skipped by the meanest popular girls in school, she didn’t realize that nasty gleam in her eyes. The nasty gleam in her eyes that only could mean… well back to the story. Let’s call the mean girl Linda, and this Linda walked back to her gym locker to grab a cake she was about to give to her boyfriend. For no particular reason, other than the fact that she felt like baking cake, and decided to give him a slice. No one really noticed it when she took the cake out and started to add some ‘edible’ items to it. Once done, she gracefully sashayed the crowds and as she made her way to the shower room.

She poked her head in to make sure no one was watching, and quickly put the slice of cake onto the thing in the middle of the room. Looking back and forth she quickly got out, and into the gym to do whatever they do in mean girl cliques. And once done with changing into her gym clothes the girl pulled the curtain out and noticed the slice of cake. Her stomach was growling as she realized that she was starving from eating nothing that day. And without really thinking about it, she grabbed the slice of cake, and took a bite.

A deadly bite, that resulted in her death. A bite that resulted in the ambulance coming and the police as well. The parents of both these kids traumatized as they realized that the mean girl has to the toughest boarding school in the world, and one dead in the ground.

Well dear readers, if you must know that mean girl was my twin sister, and I was that dead girl. This is my story of how I taught her a lesson, the ghost girl way.

A sad story.

This is going to be sad, but to better understand watch this video.

Now this is kind of off, the girl's pet killed everyone. But in this story it was the girl, but when she was older. Because it would be really messed up if a little girl started killing everyone. And it's kind of short, and suckish.

It was raining, cold, dreary, and gray. I was freezing and wet, the rain seeping into the marrow of my bone. And yet, I didn’t care, because I was now a frozen statue as the truth of reality finishes stunning me.

Everyone

            Was

                        Dead.

            Everyone that I ever cared about was gone, even if they didn’t love me back. Everyone I know was lying in a deep pool of dark red blood, even if they ignored me. My parents, the butlers, the servants, the mailman, the neighbors the children, practically much just everyone in town, just simply ignored me for all my life. And I tried everything to get their attention, being a goody good girl, a troublemaker, an emo, everything. But no one noticed, not one single person. And now they’re dead because of me. All simply because of the news that tipped me over, my mom was pregnant. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I just couldn’t…

            I collapse onto the gravel road and decide to let it all out. The screams and the tears, the ripping my hair out. I just couldn’t take everything anymore. I was going to be all alone in the world, and not a single person would care. Not. A. Single. Person.

The knife lay bloody in my hand, itching to be fed some more.  And hesitantly, I raised it to my heart. And very slowly, I drove it into my heart. The darkness was starting to overcome me, and this time I didn’t care if it ruled over my world.

Falling, falling

An excerpt from the second book of Immortality Doesn't Exist. Who's title I shall not announce yet. Funny thing is I still haven't written the second book yet (So close to the ending of IDE, so I might start in Decemberish). And I swear my MC, Beth Angelina Dovens, is somehow haunting this and the last story. I think she's trying to tell me....
GO BACK TO WORKING ON THE NOVEL. (My novel by the way)

Twirling, twirling

In a tree

Falling, falling

That’s. The. End. Of. Me.

The poem still plays in my head. It has been months from when I first heard it, when I had to…

I close my eyes as I try to suppress the memories from coming down to knock down on that carefully constructed wall. The wall which I so carefully built not to let most of the memories from that quest haunt me. It haunted my dreams, in my life, in nearly everything. I also didn’t want to deal with that lying, fake, cheating, not-really-him, antagonist. He was the only person that I couldn’t even destroy, not unless I wanted a part of my heart that someone is safekeeping, severed away from me. And that would absolutely destroy me, and that’s considering that it’s actually the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I also didn’t want the memories of the quest with paranormals killing me, to break down the wall. Or else, I just might be stuck in my room forever, staring at the roof, with no one coming to me. Not even…

It was hard; I can tell that the memories were slowly breaking me down. I just wanted to be normal and not deal with the memories, and just keep up with the studies that my parents enforce upon me every day. And I just wanted to hope that I can make the first day of school that started tomorrow. I didn’t want to have any weird dreams, which they somehow tell me something. I didn’t want to hear any more prophetic poems somehow entering my brain. I just wanted to dance and take care of the flowers in the greenhouse. I just wanted to be me.

And yet, I was falling, and falling. My fear was skyrocketing as I didn’t know what will be at the ground, as I didn’t even know if I’ll land on my feet on the sturdy ground. I could feel myself slowly breaking apart, and slowly threatening that I won’t be me.

Gosh, I needed Rain. He seemed to be the normal one of us, and my lifeline. He always kept me on my feet, pushing me forward. I just wanted to be in his arms again, just wanted to cry on his shoulder, while he comforted me. I wanted him to do some random tricks to do with his power. I wanted to smile, and be normal.

I

Just

                        Wanted

    Him.

But where was he? 

An except from the prequel for Immortality Doesn't Exist.

Wow that was a lot to say, for a title. And the top floor should turn up the temperature a bit, it almost feels like the ice age, which by the way is when the MC (Artica) was born. It was also a good thing that I was wearing that jacket. Or I might have been a frozen very realistic, painted ice statue.

Cold, it was so very cold.

            That was my first thought, when I first opened my eyes in this new world. My quick baby dragon eyes were able to perceive everything around me. A white ceiling was up ahead, white walls holding it all up, while the white snow was the base of it all. And up in a little ice crib where a Chinese baby ice dragon was watching it all. Far, so very far that it looked like a thin line was blue and little did my baby mind did know that the blue was the sky. Blue and white, blue and white, blue and white were the only colors that I knew for the moment. Little did I know was that it was going to impact me in a large way. But while I was looking at the ice age world around me, I just had a feeling that I was going to be very different from the other ice dragons. This was weird for a fourteen-hour dragling to feel.

            “What a cute little dragon. All the scales in the right place, the whiskers perfectly combed, the spikes gleaming perfectly. This should be typical for being the daughter of me, the prettiest dragon in the whole race. Now you just need a name, and I shall call you... Artica. Hmm… perfect considering the environment we live in,” said a female voice, which I shall know as my mother.

            “Yeah, a very cold environment, that will never change. It shall be that way for the end of time,” announced my father in a proud voice. I just looked up at them with curious eyes, cooing at my name. Artica a Chinese ice dragon that will be different from the rest.

            “Yeah, better than being warm,” my mother scoffs. “It shall this way for a very, long time.”

            Little did I know they were wrong. 

Labor Day

Today is Labor Day so sorry no post, since school is closed, no story today. I just realized that I was being redundant.
Well here's part of a story.

Sleep, I need it, and yet for some reason I don't.
Friends I need it, and for some reason they just ignore me.
Tears just fall.
This is the fourteen years and eleven months of me.

More like a poem, but I think I can make a story out of it.

Human Again

Yesterday, I was a bit tired to write, but here it is today. A Saturday which certainly wasn't a school day, but at least I felt like typing it up onto my computer, and posting it here. How ironic, I didn't post my story up last Friday as well, let's hope it won't turn into a daily thing. And p.s there's 170 more stories left till next summer, for those of you curious how many stories are left. (180ish stories in all, for 180 school days for me)

            Tacos again

            Pizza again    

            Subway again for lunch.

Human again, wasn’t at all I expected to be. Oh being human again for five weeks, was all head over heels confusing. In fact, it was probably easier being an immortal beast for the last three centuries, than being a pitiful mortal human. At least then, I had claws and teeth to defend myself from danger, here being human again, you had feeble hands that wasn’t even strong enough to defend a person from a carriage car attack. I shuddered at the memory that was from a month ago, a memory of when I have finally gotten out of that musty, safe castle. It was then that I learned how the world changed, into something more technological advanced, dirtier, as well as scary. It was also then, that I knew I was like everyone else, more fragile, making it easier for death to access you from all sides. I sigh, as I stuff down the strange chips with yucky toppings, in which Mari(belle) had called nachos. She must have noticed, for then she stopped talking to her never-ending gabbing friend, and looked up at me, concern in her pretty blue eyes.

“What’s wrong, Trev?” she asks in her quiet yet clear voice. It was a bit hard to hear her voice, since the lunchroom was a clamorous place, full of danger everywhere and yet no matter where we were, she was the only voice I can hear.

“Nothing,” I say stuffing another chip into my mouth, even though I wasn’t that hungry. She just looked up at me, a persistent look in her eyes, as she knew there was a lot going on in my thoughts that didn’t mean the word nothing. I sigh again, and resist the urge to play with her golden honey hair, which would as usual annoy her a bit. So I concluded to tell her what’s in my head. “I was just thinking about how feeble it is being human again,” I say quietly so no one around us can guess at the meaning of my words. Only two other people in the world know the truth and that is her and Mrs. Johnson. She sighs, and without words her eyes tells me that I’m just being silly, and that being human again isn’t feeble. Then with my eyes, I tell her to remember the car accident. She visibly grimaced, and then afterwards gave me a sheepish grin.

“See I told you so,” I say mussing up her hair. She rolled her eyes and unconsciously started to put her hair back into place.

“It would explain why the need to have weapons. Since we’re lacking some ourselves.”

“Weapons that are easier to carry around if it’s naturally part of your body,” I say back remembering my claws. And how useful it would have been at the accident.

“Yeah, if only everyone had that around,” she says reading my mind.

“If only this was a fairy tale,” I whisper a bit wistfully.

“A Grimm Brother’s fairy tale, one that has you.” I smile, and grab her hand and as quick as lightning pull her in for a quick kiss before anyone of the nosy teachers can catch us.

Up

It is picture day. Yay! (The yay was sarcastic by the way. I'm not really a photogenic person, but I survived getting blinded from all the camera flashes from the other photos.) And on my way back to class, I looked , and the skylight reminded me of the sky, which reminded me of the movie Up. 

            Up, it was the only way to go. Up into the clouds, only to float away, black and white balloons carry her away. Far, far away from this boring place.

            I felt someone shake me awake. And for a while, I don’t bother to open my eyes. I didn’t want to face the reality of school, not now, not yet, and not ever. “Mia,” says a familiar voice poking me in the ribs.

“What do you want Rose?” I grumble back, still not bothering to open her eyes.

“I want you to come with me, to the bathroom, so I can see if I have any hairs sticking out, and make sure my makeup is fine,” I start to tune her out, as my brain starts wondering just exactly how vain she has become this summer. “Hello, Mia, are you listening?” she says in a bit whiney voice.

“Yeah, I’m listening, and no I don’t want go to the bathroom. You already look extraordinary,” I sigh, my eyes still closed.

“Yeah right, you’re just saying that because you’re my friend. And you don’t even have your eyes open,” she says in a pouty voice.

“No it’s true,” I say telling the truth. In comparison, I’m just a plain village girl living in the sewers while she’s the rich supermodel princess. “Now go away, so I can go back to dreaming,” I say, dismissing her with a gesture of my hand.

“Fine, but who know is coming,” she says the last part in a sing songy voice, but I didn’t hear for I was starting on the highway to dreamland. 

Drip, Drop

Too much homework was overtaking me, so I didn't have much time to type the story up, and posting it on here. So here it is.

Run.

            It was all anyone ever said to me that day. And my stupid, panicked self actually listened to them. So I start to run, and, and run, far from here. Night came and that’s when I couldn’t run no more. I collapse to the ground, taking a million deep breaths, but it doesn’t help. It feels as if, I’m in a dark gray ocean slowly sinking to the ground never breathing the air again. After a while, my body feels like it has enough air, but that’s when the tears come. Tears from the forest fire, from the firefighters, my friends, and him. Pinned under that tree helping me get out, only to most likely die himself.

            Drip

                        Drop

                                    Drip.

            The tears kept on coming, and it felt like that it will be like that for the rest of my pitiless, stupid not worth living for anymore life. I cry and cry, my memories of them tearing apart only to glue back together to haunt me again, ripping, and getting back together. A cycle that will never leave me for the rest of eternity.

            Drop

                        Drip

                                    Drop.

            And it shall stay that way till I die.

Drip

Drop.