Month: March 2010
Mae was just about to ask why not to call Bliss by her last name when there was a knock at the door.
<People are getting testy knowing Reine is here.> the voice was a mixed accent of Both Vampiric and Elven origins creating a beautifully dangerous voice.
“Come in, Random!” Bliss called out.
Just as Mae had thought the owner of the voice was of both Vampiric and Elven origins. His skin had the paleness of a vampire, but still held the blue hue of an elf.
“Mae, this is Random. The most culture mixed person in the army, he speaks all twenty nine languages of the kingdom of DiTerra.”
“Welcome, Koningin.” He bowed at Mae. It made her feel weird seeing is to how she was in Pajamas. Wait, PAJAMAS? How did she get into PAJAMAS?
Mae ignored the fact that Bliss most likely changed her while she was unconscious angrily, and focused on her Dutch. “Uh, dank u, elanden.”
The man looked at her funny, and Bliss laughed at loud. ” I think you mean ‘ Dank u, vriend.’ You said ‘Thank you, Moose.”
Mae blushed. Her Latin was better than most people’s but her Dutch was terrible.
“It is muy bueno. I guess I can be a moose, but only because La Reina said so.”
“Why do you keep referring to me as a queen?”
“Uh, that is algo que hablar about with Amari. Anyway, get dressed and get down stairs. People are Hayvanlar sev when they want to see you.”
Bliss got up and went to the closet. “We’re the same size when it comes to shirts, but you’ll have to talk to Shae about borrowing some pants or a skirt or something, your to tall for mine.
“My sisters are here?”
“Just Shae annd please don’t call her your sister anymore, it might offend your real sister, Zo.”
“I have a real sister?”
“And a brother who is married and lives on his own with two children; Mamako the boy and Maigo the girl.”
“Wow, what’s his name?” Mae just realized that Bliss had already put a dress on her. Well, it would have been a dress on Bliss, but it was just a shirt on Mae.
“Yu–ki” Bliss struggled pulling off the tiny dress and replacing it with a larger one, but it still was just a long shirt on her. “I will be right back. We need to borrow something from Shae.”
Not two minutes after Bliss had left, someone walked in the room, she was glad Bliss hadn’t yet removed her pajama pants. It was that Vampire, Akooji.
“Hey,”
“Hi,”
“So, being held captive by your own subjects?”
“Why does everyone keep calling me a Queen?”
“Well, Hajji retired. Your mom’s..uh, sorry..Yuki enjoys his quiet life, Zo refuses to get married, and honestly you are the best for for the job. And after we defeat Ivy, Onihime, my brother, and the rest of the imperial army, you have to get married and become our leader.”
“You sure it’ll take that long? I’m only thirteen.”
“Thirteen? Your well older than that! Your one-thousand nineteen years old!”
“….WHAT!?”
“Mae! I’m not supposed to be here! Be quiet!” Akooji ran to the door, but Bliss was standing on the other side, waiting, tapping her foot. “Uh, sorry. I know I’m not supposed to talk to the queen without properly asking for an audience from her father.”
Chapter 2
Sunlight streamed through the vines at the opening of the den. SnowHeart opened her eyes and looked around. FireClaw was curled up next to her and RoseyPelt was stretched out next to StormEye. BrackenClaw and PatchPelt were still sleeping, but DaggerHeart was not there. SnowHeart slowly stretched her paws and rose to feet. A sudden sound made her look up to the entrance of the den. GrayChest stood there.
“Are you ready for your first day into the forest?” GrayChest asked.
“Oh!” SnowHeart had not known that they’d be going into the forest.
“Wake up StormEye,” GrayChest purred, “Meet me and FoxTail by the edge of camp.” He turned and left.
SnowHeart padded over to StormEye and nudged his head.
“What? Leave me alone,” StormEye’s voice was groggy.
“GrayChest said we are going to go into the forest!”
StormEye immediately sprang onto his paws.
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“Because you were too busy being a lazy fur-ball,” SnowHeart retorted.
She turned and padded out of the den. The sun was climbing over the ledges of the hallow where the camp was.
“Hi!” the mew startled her. She spun around and looked strait into the eyes of IceWhiskers, a very playful kit. She had been in the nursery when SnowHeart and StormEye had left for the apprentice den.
“IceWhisker! What in LightClan are you doing out of the nursery?!” SnowHeart demanded.
“I came to fetch some fresh-kill for NightCloud and BerryWing,” the kit explained.
Nodding her head, SnowHeart turned away and padded over to the camp exit. GrayChest and FoxTail were waiting there, talking to each other in low murmurs.
“SnowHeart,” GrayChest explained, “You and I will go out to practice hunting while I show you the forest.” SnowHeart nodded. She was fine with that.
“Drop into a crouch. Keep your tail down”
SnowHeart felt her fur bristle with embarrassment. GrayChest had told her that.
She slowly lowered her tail, but kept her eyes fixed on the small wood mouse. Slowly she steadied her quivering tail and got ready to pounce. Suddenly the mouse stiffed the air and darted towards a burrow. Yowling with frustration, SnowHeart launched herself onto the mouse. Nothing. It had escaped. Again.
SnowHeart felt blood pounding in her ears with fierce anger and frustration.
“It’s okay,” GrayChest mewed, “That was pretty good for the first time.”
SnowHeart shook her pelt free of leaves and stalked through the undergrowth. She stiffened. “GrayChest! I smell a rabbit!” SnowHeart hissed. She sniffed the air and padded away with the sent trail in her nose. She could here GrayChest a few rabbit-hops away. Finally, SnowHeart spotted the rabbit. It was nibbling on some grass. She made sure her tail was down and still. She stalked till it was a few fox-tails away and lunged.
SnowHeart proudly padded back into camp. She felt her fur prickle with pride when the eyes of her den mates probed her with envy and surprise. She went over to the fresh-kill pile and dropped her rabbit on top.
“Wow! That’s a big rabbit for your first day!”
SnowHeart turned to see FlameClaw looking impressed sunning himself on a ledge above the ground. She purred and looked at GrayChest.
“You’ve done enough for today. Get some rest.”
SnowHeart nodded and walked over to the side of the hallow. She sprung onto a ledge next to FlameClaw.
“Where is StormEye?” she asked, tucking her paws under her chest.
“He’s still training with FoxTail,” he purred.
Closing her eyes she basked in the sun, enjoying it’s warmth.
Suddenly, she was asleep.
The forest was larger than in the real world. SnowHeart was dreaming. The sky was filled with stars and the moon was full. She padded towards the forest. Suddenly, a black tabby stepped out of nowhere.
“Stop.” the tom hissed.
“What? Why?” SowHeart asked.
“You are not any Clan leader,” was the retort, “you shouldn’t be here.”
“But-,” SnowHeart was cut off by a gentle voice as another cat stepped out next to the tom.
“ShadowWing?” the cat was a white tortoiseshell she-cat with black and light brown splashes, “What are you yowling at?”
“This… this apprentice is trespassing on LightClan territory.
LightClan! The ancestor Clan! They lived in the sky’s hunting grounds. Only Clan leaders were allowed to contact them.
“Calm down, ShadowWing,” the she-cat purred with amusement. She gazed at SnowHeart with understanding, “She has come at last.”
SnowHeart bolted awake. She was still lying on the ledge, but the sun was fading. FlameClaw was prodding her with a paw.
“It’s about time you woke,” he joked, “I though that you were going to take on a badger tradition and hibernate.”
Purring she padded next to him towards the apprentice’s den.
“That was some rabbit you caught today.”
StormEye was standing in the entrance of the den.
SnowHeart purred even louder.
“Stop purring,” RoseyPelt let out a meow of laughter, “You won’t let me get some sleep if you keep it up all night.
SnowHeart stopped purring.
“Good night, StormEye,” SnowHeart mewed.
“Good night FlameClaw,”
“Good night RoseyPelt.” And fell asleep. She had no dream.
Mae’s eyes fluttered open, she was in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed, and sitting in a chair next to the bed dozing was a vaguely familiar girl. She had the size of an average eleven year old, but the build of an average twenty year old martial artist. She had mid-length strawberry-blonde curly hair, had a bronze hue to her skin, and was thin as a rail, most would say the tiny girl was beautiful, but the thing that would cause people to stray from her direction would be her most dominant attribute, from her back protruded two gold butterfly-like wings.
The girl stirred and began to talk in her sleep, “No….Amaenatia…..”
Mae froze. The fairy knew her full name. How? That name is the only memory Mae has. And not even ShaeKai, or Iotatsu know about that name.
“Amaenata….your father…..”
Okay, The fairy knew about her FATHER? It was too weird. Mae’s father left her and her mother when she was very young. Mae wouldn’t remember him even without her amnesia.
“…He doesn’t like ‘Ji cause…….he’s a…..vampire….”
Mae hadn’t realized she had sat up and had gotten so close to the girl’s face that she could smell her breath. She pulled her head back milliseconds before the girl snapped her head up in alertness.
“I fell asleep? Mae! How long have you been awake?”
“Uh, just a couple minutes. How do you know my name?”
“Hajji told everyone all about you.”
“Who’s Hajji?”
“Your father.”
Mae swallowed hard. “Who’s ” ‘Ji”? ”
“Where’d you hear that name?”
“You talk in your sleep. Who’s ‘Ji. Is it that Vampire from earlier? How do you know my full name? How do you know my father? Where am I? WHO ARE YOU?”
The fairy sighed. “In order; ‘Ji is short for Akooji, he is a childhood friend of yours who knew you before the accident in which you lost your memory. Yes he is that vampire that saved your life. Your father told us all about you, including your full name, Amaenata. He belongs to and is the leader of our resistance army against the Queen Ivy Armoin. You are at our base, which at the moment is a fake Inn that charges way to much so no one wants to stay here. Finally, I am Blissatheara DiGona. I was your best friend before the accident and I am the last Living fairy. You may call me ‘Bliss’, ‘Ara’, ‘Lissa’ or anything else you like, just don’t call me by my last name.”
Okay, this may eventually turn into a series. If it does, I’ll need a..a bunch of comments or something. Or if I get at least two good ones, I’ll continue it.
“Okay, so we’ll have this frame right here, and we can make a bench to match it that will go here…then we can put some windchimes here!”
She wouldn’t be quiet. At all. One frame was all it took to make her talk for the entire day. I don’t know how much longer I can take it…but hey, wasn’t it me who had this stupid crush on her for the past 3 years? Funny how it didn’t come into play when I really needed it too. And of course, she just happens to be oblivious enough.
She had her long platinum blonde hair put up into a messy ponytail, and a loose red t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I always thought she looked best when she wore something simple like that…I don’t know why, I just did. I ran my fingers through my own messy black hair.
“Hey! Are you even listening to me??”
Yeah, that’s Gale all right. She can’t stand it when people don’t listen to her.
I probably should have responded to her, because she slugged me in the arm after about 30 seconds. I decided I should say something. “Hey, no need to hurt me. After all, you were the one who asked me to come over. What are you talking about, anyway?” I was about to let out a sly grin when I said that, but she would have hurt me even more if I did. I wasn’t weak, she just punch really hard.
“I was talking about how we’re gonna decorate our first house, idiot.”
Wait, did she just say OUR house?! She doesn’t like me, does she?! “O-Our w-w-what?!” Don’t you just love when you can’t control your embarrassment?
“Our first house.” She’s talking about our first house when we’re only 16?? Is she crazy??
“I’m sorry, can we change the topic??”
“Just trying to plan our future, love.” With that, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. Abigale Levina Derufinia…the girl who I’m pretty sure still thinks that boys still have cooties…kissed me.
Am I dreaming?
So this is a story about a really popular girl. The girl doesn’t know who she is and is trying to find out once and for all. This is the official first chapter!
I got up and layed in bed, listening to the none stop beeping of an alarm clock. Just another day in school… ugh. I slowly got up and turned the alarm clock off. Who knew a girl like me was tired in the morning ? No one I thought miserably. No one knows the real me, I don’t even know the real me.
After my shower, I curled my beautiful blonde hair that my friends envied. It hung just past my shoulder with brown streaks running through it. My hair was straight and had stylish layers. I had dark brown eyes that seemed pretty normal until you got up close. When somebody looked into my eyes they get lost and claim they were falling through chocolate. I smiled my best I’m popular and want to be your friend smile. I nodded satisfied, then got dressed in distressed jeans and a purple t-shirt that said “I heart NY”. I smeared on some lip gloss and a hint of pink eye shadow, then ran down stairs.
“Hey Mom” I smiled, happy to see her safe and not looking sick. Last week she was in the hospital, sick with swine. That was the scariest time in my life. I would never say that to Brigid though. Brigid was the most popular girl in school, and the meanest. I was her best friend sadly and she thought that the scariest thing in my life was when Blake almost didn’t ask me out. Blake was the second most popular guy in the school. He was extremely handsome with dark brown hair and black eyes. I liked him a lot, but I wish he would stop looking at Rose. Rose was the person I was suppose to be best friends with. She was nice and extremely pretty, almost prettier than me! She had curly black hair and eyes that were as blue as ice. If it weren’t for the fact that I had one most beautiful this year, Blake would probably be going out with Rose.
“Sky dear are you okay?” Mom asked a worried look covered her face.
” Yeah, of course!” I said. I rummaged through the pantry looking for cereal. I didn’t want Mom to get worried over my social life.
“Oh, well you’re gonna miss the bus if you don’t hurry!” she said rushing around trying to get Tommy to put his shoes on. Tommy was my little brother he was 5 years old and the cutest thing in the whole wide world… besides Blake. I slipped on my red converse shoes and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I put on my popular smile and walked out the door. Here I come popularity nightmare.
First I have no idea what Journal means on here…but if it means write about my life then stay tuned…I was prowling around outside looking for toads because that’s me Eric Robert John Oldenburg official toad hunter. Anyway while I was outside and looked in the two most obvious places that uhh… slanted thing under the gutters. And a small tree cut pile. No toads so I head inside and sit at the dining room table pondering where toads could be… Then my mom begins to speak Hey there is something out there I think its a cat… I go hmm and look sure enough it looks cat and dogish. So I head outside trudge through the grass because I don’t have shoes on, and look closer and closer I see a bag in the distance not a cat nor a dog a bag. I know that’s boring but how else do you describe Journal? Yes that’s right I rock…
Mae Sori sat on a rock next to the edge of the cliff that she lived by and stared at her sisters.
Well, they weren’t really her sisters. She was an only child, when she was three her father walked out, and when she was eleven her mother was murdered, in the same instant that her mother was killed the murderers beat Mae so badly that it wiped her mind clean.
These girls, though not related themselves took her in and took care of her for two years, and today was Mae’s thirteenth birthday. She sat on that rock and watched her adoptive sisters bicker.
“GOD! YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!”
“I SCREWED UP. SO WHAT? I GUESS NO ONE CAN BE AS PERFECT AS SHAEKAI THE SNOT-NOSED ELF!”
“NO, A HUMAN COULD TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN POISON BERRIES AND BOYSENBERRIES! NO ONE CAN BE A STUPID AS IOTATSU THE HALF GOD DRAGON SLAYER!”
Then they did something that they had never done in their squabbles before, they began began to use magic, Io wind, and Shae water. Mae thrust out her arms and stood up, “Stop!” She did something she had never done before, She accidentally cast a fire ball in between her sisters. The girls stared at Mae. She backed up while staring at her steaming hands, then tripped over the rock she had been sitting on and fell off the cliff.
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“Haha! Your face!” Blissatheara DiGona, the last living fairy laughed.
“Stop it! It wasn’t funny!” Her friend Akooji Aktheris, one of the Vampiric princes said.
“Hey ‘Ji isn’t that–?”
“MAE!!” he screamed and ran forward, catching the falling girl just in time.
Akooji smiled at his childhood friend, accidentally showing his fangs. “Aeeeeeeeeeeek!” She squealed and fainted.
In the concrete road we see not everything is made out to be. Sometimes in life we look at the negative, but when you get it you will see. The concrete road is always open for you and me.
Goblins under my bed
Ghost in the hall
My house is a scary house
The scariest of all
Maya and I walked around Karla’s house, watching each Hypno-Station. I wished I knew all of this stuff, but Mom didn’t let me go to the Kid’s Hypnosis camp. She thought I was going to make them stop chores, or make my teacher stop my homework, or make the bullies wedgie themselves. I knew more than that. You can only hypnotize people to do things they want to do. A hypnotist couldn’t hypnotize a teacher to stop giving homework. A hypnotist could, however, hypnotize someone to stop smoking, or something like that. You see, when you hypnotize someone, you are simply speaking in to their inner mind. I had spent years going on the internet, looking for the answer. Well, last year, I found it. There was a Kid’s Hypnosis camp right here in Michigan. It was sorta far from our house. It was in Detroit. Well, I didn’t go, but my friend Maya had. She signed up for Karla’s Hypnosis Party. Any kid who had a Kid Hypnotist certificate (handed out at the camp, of course) was assinged a Hypno-Station. Kids could go around and be hypnotized by other kids. It was so weird. Most parties are pretty loud, but it was almost silent here. I had part anger, part sadness, part left-out-edness, all wrapped up inside of me, so I stopped at Maya’s Hypno-Station. It was so weird, Maya is usually bursting with energy, leaping around, and stuff like that. She was speaking calmly, so very calmly…
I saw her walk down the aisle sweetly. I loved her, but I did not love the man next to her. She was about to say “I do” to the man I recognized vaguely, when another man rushed up to the podium and tackled the man. I saw all of this so primitively, it was strange. I watched as the men wrestled around on the grass next to the minister. Gasps erupted throughout the lawn. The doves, that were all caged up, burst free. And somehow, in all of the commotion, a man I did not know picked me up and rushed to a van. I knew that I would never see the woman that I loved again. Or would I…
(Do you love or what? Should I continue this?)
I love my light
in my fright.
Seeing you with all my right.
You are my mom
in a big way.So mom
I love you.
I’m feeling blue
I have a flue.
I’m glued to my bed
and feeling like a slue.
It’s such a clue
that I’m feeling blue .
Up and down,
Rup and gown,
You turn yourself down down down .
If I can
say you are nice in a
way at a bay .
I would leap and say a
ray that can save the day.
I could beep and lay
and save my friend that way mean in a way.
Today was a great day
to play .
A ray that took us all over the world
is the way .
When I did that way
it went landing on the bay .
I went out saying
“Wow” laying .
This day is beautiful
right today .
That I found love as beautiful as the bay.
To think today a day that was
bad as hay.
But now I have to go home way to
lay in this summer .
Now I have to say
The End
It was a cold night in the city. I raced down the steps of the house towards the alley. The alley was empty, except for two trash cans. I picked up the lid on one of them and pressed my hand against it. A door opened up in the alley. I walked into the room, and the door closed behind me. The room was filled with computers of all kinds. There were kids strewn around. I walked up to a kid in the back, working away at a computer. “So, E.J., ya finally made it?” he said surlily, looking up from the computer. “Yeah, Mark. But the only reason I was late is because I snatched this,” I whispered, rooting around in my jungle of a backpack. I pulled out a blue-and-orange-striped flash drive and waved it in front of him. “It’s got Windows 8 Preview on it. I got it from Best Buy; I went back behind the Geek Squad counter. But get this, Mark. It also has 24 book reports on it. One for each book we’re doing right now.” “Wow, E.J.! That’s cool! Now let’s tell the others our plan,” Mark said. I pounded the gavel, and one by one, kids began to look at me, the leader, the ultimate hacker. This is my life as Eddie J. Baker: Kid Hacker.
Why is the water still
and why is the sugar dill
What is it
Asked Susie Ranbit
The faces turn
and then it burns
There is a scream
Out steps a lima bean
As huge as the biggest house
He was wearing a blue and white blouse
with flowers everywhere
It was too much to bear
What will we do
asked Tommy Laro
Then it went black
and I saw Jack
My older brother
So I ran to my mother
I am now awake
See in light
See in right
See the world
staring bright
See the fights
in the night
See the fights
in the light.
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