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.