A school I would definitely go to.

If there was a school for writers

How to torture/kill in the saddest ways your favourite characters - with Suzanne Collins.
How to be a complete troll about your plot - with Rick Riordan.
How to be the most cruel, harsh, sadistic and violent writer on Earth - with Michael Grant.
How to give your characters the most revolting and traumatic past - with J. K. Rowling.
How to ascend from a funcking fanfiction writer to a fucking best-seller writer - with Cassandra Clare.
How to have the most crazy, deep and lush metaphors (which don't need exactly to have meaning or sense) - with Tahereh Mafi.
How to have the mad and non-sense ideas to books, but make them best-sellers - with Scott Westerfeld.
How to be a boss - with Neil Gaiman.
How to make the funcking reader cry a fucking ocean in three words - with Nicholas Sparks.
How to have the best and most creative narrative of the books - with Markus Zusak.
How to write teenage stories without being disgusting - with Meg Cabot.
How to create characters so human that you believe they are real - with John Green.
How to be shit and pretend you are good - with Stephenie Meyer.
How to create the most perfect male in the whole universe and tell everyone he's not based on a real character - with Veronica Roth
How to break everyones hearts with your first book and then put the pieces back together with the second - Gayle Forman

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4. Rivalry

                “Books, movies, and real life, what do they have in common, class?” asks Mr. Whitenod casually walking around the room. The class thinks it over, a multitude of answers forming in their brains ready to travel down to their mouths, and be let out. “Well?” he asks a bit impatiently when no one has raised his or her hand yet. The class remains quiet some still thinking it over others a bit afraid to raise their hand while others are waiting for a person to do it first. While Mr. Whitenod remains waiting about ready to choose, a random kid if no one answers soon. A girl with auburn pigtails and jade green eyes raises her hand halfway up into the air a bit unsure of her answer.

                “Yes Kisha?” asks Mr. Whitenod glad that someone was finally brave enough to raise her hand.

                “Is the answer love?” she says in a timid voice. The teacher sighs and starts to mutter something in German that almost sounded like why me?

                “Anything not so obvious?” he says at the same time when five more hands rise up. “Yes?”

                “Is it emotions?” asks a guy with too much gel in his hair.

                “No,” he says flatly.

                “Is the answer, everything has a story?” asks a girl with too small glasses.

                “No.”

                “Climax?”

                “No.”

                “Do they have drama?”

                “Yes, but that’s not what I was looking for.”

                “Words, language?”

                “No and no.”

                “Humans?”

                “Survivors?”

                “Rocks?”

                “No, no, no, and don’t you dare come up with another suggestion,” he says in a slightly irritated tone, “All of those are excellent, but it’s not what I’m looking for. Now I’m going to give you one more chance, and make it a good one.” Everyone was confused because the teacher has said not to come up with another answer, but he was giving him or her one more chance to come up with the correct answer. So everyone thought and thought all coming up with one last and very impressive guess by their standards, but they were a bit scared to raise their hands. So with one quick glance around herself the girl with auburn hair and jade green eyes raises her hand. Her classmates hoping a bit that she is right this time.

                “Yes Kisha?” asks Mr. Whitenod, wondering a bit if she’s going to state out another obvious answer.

                “Is the answer… thoughts?” she timidly asks. The teacher sighs and forces a tight smile onto his face, the class inwardly cheering a bit thinking that she got it right.

                “No that’s good though, but no it’s not the answer,” the teacher says deflating the happiness.

                “Then what is the answer?” asks the guy with too much gel in his hair.

                “It’s something simple but complicated and it’s called rivalry.”

                “Rivalry?” nearly everyone in the whole room asks at the same time, a bit confused.

                “Yes rivalry. You see everyone is rivaling against each other, for power, wealth, success, knowledge, and one of the most common ones for love.”  The students absorb this, still a bit confused as to what the teacher is really saying. Mr. Whitenod sighs a bit irritably noticing the confusion in the room. “Look, there’s competition everywhere. In the Twilight books and movies, Edward and Jacob are competing against each other for Bella’s love. Same thing in the Hunger Games only it’s with Gale, Peeta, and Katniss. If you’re trying out for something, you’re rivaling against others who also want the same thing. See even you guys were rivaling against each other to see who can come up with the correct answer.” The students nod a bit understanding what the teacher is talking about. “So look around you, see who’s rivaling to become the smartest, the prettiest, the most popular, etc. You’ll be surprised to notice that there’s usually more than ten.”

               

10/4/11

Do you notice the the zodiac in it?

                Candy! It was actually raining candy! Well that’s what I wanted it to do once I found out that hell was going to open up right in front of me, and my own friends were actually going to make me jump right in. (I know that it should have been a tornado to take me, but wouldn’t you want your last day to end nicely?) Well here were the exact words that were said once I found out that I was going to hell.

                “Oh Mari, it won’t be that bad, I’m sure you’re dance partner won’t be that much worse off than you” and that bought on a wave of giggles  from my girlfriends as if that was the most funniest thing in the world. I sigh and roll my eyes at them immaturely.

                “Guys,” a wave of glares went my way, “Girls,” I say correcting myself. “It isn’t just the ballroom dancing class that you signed me up for without really asking my consent first, it’s just that… I have a ton of homework, and babysitting gigs that my mom signed me up for, so I won’t-”

                “You’re lying Mari, you don’t like babysitting,” said my friend Jinni.

                “And plus your mom won’t sign you up for them, and plus you don’t have that much homework in your classes,” said Jinni’s twin aka my other friend Tania. I sigh, knowing it was hard to lie to any of the other eleven girls here. We’ve been the group of twelve since the school year started, drawn together for various odd reasons.  And we’ve been together ever since, even when Lisa started dating, and later Candace.

                “Well just explain to me why I have to take ballroom dancing with you guys,” as soon as the words left my mouth, everyone started talking at once that it was hard to listen to the reasons.

                “It would be a fun group activity,” said Pieces always thinking up of activities we can do together.

                “Dancing is healthy,” said Sara, our personal nutritionist.

                “And you need to keep healthy for your soccer tryouts next spring,” said Ariel, a big soccer fan like me.

                “Its fun,” said Lea, our group’s taciturn.

                “And plus I think it’s time for us to get a boyfriend,” says Aquaria, our group’s matchmaker. And when she said that, I must have visibly paled.

                “No, I don’t want to date anyone, especially after, Sanders,” just saying his name again made my heart ache even though it’s been a four full months since we broke up.

                “But Mari, Aquaria said that the stars are right, and if we’re lucky, this time it will be good,” said Selena in a firm, almost quiet voice.

                “But...” I tried to think of a reason why I shouldn’t do this ballroom thing.

                “Oh please?” begged Capri our littlest in the group, and it was hard to say no to her.

                “Oh fine, I’ll do it,” I sigh relenting to it. A loud cheer went up, but a sickening feeling was starting to form in the pit of my stomach, as if something bad was going to happen and it’s heading straight for us.

 

    

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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. 

The War of P.E

While I was walking around the gym with my friends (couldn't sit down, and I didn't feel like playing any of the three different sports). We nearly got hit with a soccer ball with a couple of times. Once or twice with a basketball, and not much with an hockey puck. It reminded me of dodge ball, which I'm glad we didn't do yet...

Balls flying, kids running, and screams were heard everywhere.

This was the war of P.E.

            It all started with a ‘simple’ game of dodge ball, which still hasn’t stopped. So far, the score was 101-95, and I was on the losing side. Food was hard to come by, and it was only for the survivors. The people that couldn’t get out the door each day simply didn’t eat. There always seemed to be an unlimited amount of balls. Each time they replace it, well let’s just say it wasn’t regular nerf balls anymore. But it was starting to turn into light wooden balls; soon it might turn into light metal balls. The winners, gets the best protection, while the losers gets the remains. Bruises were starting to become a regular thing.

            Each and every day, everyone goes to school to get ready for another war of dodge ball. Each and every day, they say we’re learning math and all that, but it seemed more like a game of survival. Plus more like training to be a soldier. Once the clock ticks down to three o’clock, we’re free to go. Go home to our ‘tents’ and tell our parents of the news that was happening on the war each day. And if some of us were lucky, we might get sponsored, or at least given some money, so we can bribe the principal not to let us play today’s game. It usually worked, but it usually meant having to work in the infirmary to treat the person that has the most serious bruise. Rarely was there anyone with a broken arm or leg. If there was, the person responsible for it was thrown into jail for a couple of days. Only were they allowed to get out to go home, to get his or her parents to sign the paper saying what he or she done.

            There was just one rule and that was survive, which I should be doing right now. Currently I’m hiding behind the bleachers, which are where the minor injuries are treated, as well as the people who got out for that round. I should be out there right now, throwing balls, trying to win for my team, but I couldn’t because I have a secret to tell. A secret that I shall burn up just as soon as school lets out for the day. A secret that none of my team members should know. And that is…

            I love one of the peoples on the enemy’s side.

A person, I shall not name just in case someone happens to pick up the paper I was writing. And it is a person that is one of the strongest of them all. And a person that was dead set on killing me, or at least making me severely injured so I can’t play for the rest of the year. And he seemed like the type of person willing to get expelled for it as well.

            But why?

            

What I wish would happen in math

This is the Friday story which I forget to post. But I have an excuse, that's not crazy but practical. I accidentally left it in my locker over the weekend. So, I couldn't post on Friday, sorry. But here it is this by the way is fictional, but I did wish it happened in math.

Math it was two hours worth.

“Bleh,” I mutter quietly to myself. As I take a surprise pop quiz, to which I only knew half the answers to.

Why?

Why?

Why?

The question floats in my head as I fill in the rest of the bubbles. I just wished something anything happened. An angry vengeful gorilla that escaped from a crazy zoo. Aliens that were travelling the universe, somehow found Earth, and just decided to explore. Heck, I would even go for the world, exploding now.

If only…

“Oh baby, you’re a firework!” I jerk back to reality and see a guy by the windows standing on his chair. His eyes were closed, and his were wrapped around his pencil as if it was a microphone. I started laughing along with everyone else, reminding me of the people on American Idol. And yet, he didn’t notice it, he just continued singing, I watched noticing the enthusiasm in his body gesture, the way he flounces about. It reminded me of my paintings, of how I viewed the world in serious black and white, to colorful fun colors. I smile, as he finishes the song, clapping along with everyone else.

“You rock!” I yell to him, wondering if he heard it. He must have, once he got back into his seat, his cheeks flushed, and a huge smile on his face. This was probably the best thing that happened in math class. It was too bad, the teacher decided to give us more work after that, but it would always be fixed up by his singing.

Still it was more work…

A kiss?

I am tired today, I nearly fell asleep in my class after lunch. Sure the guy is cool and all, but why talk about stuff that we already know. Well I'm rambling again, here is today's story. School isn't much inspiration, tomorrow I should ask my friends what I should write about they are random... used to, or it's hidden. Well I'm rambling again, this time here's the story.

It all started with a soda pop incident. Then a kick and a fight which ended with a kiss; then that just resulted us to go back to normal, which was ignoring each other. And yet as I’m starting it…

“Hello? Are you in there, Bradon?” asks my only friend who happens to be a geek. I shake my head, trying hard to ignore the nostalgia that is starting to form in the pit of my stomach. “You know, a flying trombone is heading towards you right now, and if you don’t open your eyes you’re not going to dodge it in time.” I do as he says, and find that there’s no trombone anywhere, just blue skies, and the regular outside world. It was as usual at this time of day, filled with noise, and smells of the lunches from the school. I can see my friend’s concerned face out of the corner of my eyes, I force a smile so he won’t get too much concerned.

“It was nothing, I was just thinking about the… homework we had to do for Aulexim’s,” I lie.

“Yeah right,” and out of the corner of my eye I see him smirking. “You were thinking about her again, weren’t you,” and I couldn’t help but blush, as it was true. We lapsed into silence, and I could tell that a plan was forming in his mind. But before I can ask him about it, he helped me up and literally dragged me across the grass and into the school garden before pushing me so I fell. By the time I got up, he was just gone. It was as if a ghost was just here. I chuckle quietly dusting myself off, and was about to turn myself around to walk back to the lunchroom when I heard a noise behind me, I pause and slowly turning around, only to find… nothing.

“What are you doing here?” growls a familiar voice behind me. The hairs on my neck were tingling, as fear were spreading up to settle on my body, and yet my heart was pounding, my stomach in pleasant twists. I don’t bothering to turn around, because I’ll most likely get slugged. And hard.

“I was just... looking around; you know to enjoy the scenery. I’m going to leave now,” I say, smirking a teensy bit. Turning left, and, putting a foot forward, then another and another, till I was walking back towards the lunchroom.

“No wait!” I stop, not daring to turn around. I hold my breath waiting for her to catch up with me. The grass making a soft thumping sound, for every step she takes; till she was standing in front of me, an apology in her brown eyes. We were just a couple of inches apart, most likely a foot (once you start hanging around a geek a lot you start to calculate everything, which is a bit annoying.) We didn’t say anything; it was just the small breeze, making me smell her natural earthy perfume. It made my heart almost pop out of my chest.

“Well what?” and I was surprised that the words came out bitter instead of curious. The apology was replaced with hardness, as she shakes her head slowly as if waking up from a dream.

“I was just going to apologize, but guess that’s not worth is,” she says starting to walk off haughtily.

“Wait,” I say surprising both her and myself as I catch up to her, and take her hand and turn her around.

“What?” and this time she says it with such tenderness, that if possible would make me melt into a slushy love struck puddle.  

“It’s just that I forgive you for your apology, and this,” and before neither of us can object I start to kiss her on the mouth. She didn’t try to pull away, and neither did I. This was unlike the first time, when she was so surprised she didn’t kiss me back till the last minute only to pull away. This was lingering, and soft. Once we pulled apart to take a deep breath, we both knew one thing.

Love.