Month: December 2011

Save you
I saw you fall
You fell so far
And I tried to reach out to you
I screamed and shouted
But you’ve always doubted
My faith in you
I still can’t believe
But it must be true
I can’t save you. 

Brought me back
You rescued me
from myself
I can never repay you
I was lost and scared
But you held my hand
And brought me back to life
Your brought me back to life

Ok So I really need you people out there to give the 100% truth on this. Are they OK. They don’t even have to be that good. I want to incorperate these poems in a story. Actually they are going to be songs. Are they ok as songs too? as the chores. Leave comments and tell me what you think.

Chapter Three:

Belle looked up. A waiter droid arrived, trays of food balanced on its metalic arms.

“Foods here,” Calib said as the trays were set on the table.

Soon, Belle, Filla, Damon, and Calib were eating the rich city food. Belle had never tasted anything like this. New tastes filled her mouth with every bite.

Once she caught Damon laughing at her, but for the most part, he behaved.

Finally, when lunch was over, Damon said, “Why don’t we drive you guys back to school? Filla can go with Calib and Belle can ride with me.”

He flashed one of his annoying grins.

Before Belle could protest, Calib said, “Sure, why not? You girls alright with that?”

Filla looked at me then nodded, “Yup. I don’t think we should walk back to school.”

Belle sighed. Oh, well, if she rode with Damon, maybe she could finally get some answers to some pressing questions.

Belle got up and said, “Well, we better get going, right?”

Filla looked at her, “What’s the sudden hurry? School doesn’t start for 15 minutes.”

“I know, I know. But, I’m new here. I don’t want to be late on my first day,” Belle hoped they would buy it. She didn’t want to have to answer a lot of questions.

“It’s alright guys,” Damon said, “I’ll just go now. You guys can meet us at school if you want.”

He grabbed Belle’s arm and pulled her towards the doors.

“Whoa, there, fella,” Belle yanked her arm out of Damon’s grasp, “Let’s keep our appendages to ourselves.”

Damon only smirked but didn’t try grabbing hold of Belle again. Instead, he opens the door and let Belle out into the street.

She looked around. Next to the resteraunt, a lot was made to park all the Zip Cars. Damon lead Belle to a bright red, sports Zip Car. It had a open cockpit and tinted black side windows. It was capible of seating five people.

“Get in,” Damon opened the passenger door, “I’ll drive you to school.”

Belle climbed into the seat, while Damon walked around to hisside. Instead of opening his door, he jumped over it and landed directly in his seat.

“I like to go with a sense of adeventure and style,” Damon explained as he backed the Zip Car out of the lot and into the sky. Quickly, he joined the bustle of vehicles in thesky traffic.

“Really?” Belle asked, “What was stylish about being in bed when you’re sick, right?”

Damon glanced at her, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why would someone as stylish and adventurous as you want to be stuck in bed when he isn’t well. It is a mystery.”

“I wasn’t sick,” Damon said simply as if that explained everything.

“Really?? Then how did you get out of school?” Belle asked. Something about Damon’s behaviour made her suspisious. If he wasn’t sick, then was he just ditching school?

“My grandfather gave me a call,” Damon admitted, “He needed some help. I couldn’t let the old man down.”

Belle didn’t answer. Then she asked, “What did he need help with?”

Damon was silent.

“Well?” Belle looked at him. He was frowning at the cars ahead. She looked out of the Zip Cars and imedietly wished she hadn’t. She had never been this far up before. All the cars in the Past Reserve drove on the ground. The buildings weren’t small. Infact, they were so tall, that for most of the time, they were driving between them, but the people on the ground looked like they could fit into Belle’s palm. She pulled her head back into the car. She felt sky sick.

Damon must have been able to tell. He grabbed a bottle of some liquid and handed it to her.

“Here, drink it.” Damon said. He continued driving.

“What is it?” She cracked open the lid. Inside was a black sludge.

“Something to help you with sky sickness.”

“Hmm,” Belle took a hesitant sip of the drink. It felt like chuncky porige and tasted worse. Like bitter medicen.

“Ewww,” Belle spat, “That was gross.”

“Ya, but the sickness is gone, right?” Damon started lowering the car as the approuched Swan League High.

She thought for a moment, “Yes. It is.” And it was. Belle no longer felt the pressing weight of the sky on her shoulders. She also no longer felt the suspision for Damon. She smiled at him, “Thanks, Damon.”

He smiled back, almost alpologeticly, “Please, don’t mention it.”

He lowered the car and they got out. As they headed for the school, Belle wondered what she had been asking Damon about before the car sickness had set in. Funny. She coouldn’t remember.

As the steady beat of the large grandfather clock struck away, I thought. I thought about all the mistakes I made in decided that I wanted my only daughter slaughtered for money. I leaked a small tear. Jackie was my only hope in finding out who I am, and I let her die for money. she meant the world to me, and I let her die. I watched a man lift a large axe and… How could I have been so selfish? “NO! Mom? Please! PLEASE!” still rang in my head from the night before. I lay on the most expensive pillow I can afford because I am the queen of my town. Why would I even think about feather pillows over my own daughter? My thoughts ran in and out of my dreams all night as I slept. The next morning I would face my husband as he returned from his ever long journey in search of the escaped prisoner, Ralph.
I knew I must drag my feet out of bed in order to tell the king the faith of his over shadowed daughter. As I reached the landing a small man, no taller than a seven year old, ran towards me, a look of pure fear upon his face. “The k-king. He’s in t-trouble, Miss. he f-fell off the c-cliff,” whimpered the man, “He’s d-dead.”

CHRISTMAS EVE

I’m so excited. It’s Christmas tomorrow. I can’t wait to give my mum the present I sewed and glued with my own two hands. (I even burnt myself with a glue gun) I’ve already opened my first present because my dad had to set it up. It’s a playstation2. My younger brothers are playing on it right now. (Downstairs and I’m upstairs typing this in the office on my laptop) They are playing a game called DynastyWarriors5 on it. The oldest brother is actually quite good at it. Well, all three of them are good at it because:2 are computer geeks and 1 is a junior engineer. I’m not. I’m a bookworm that’s why I love coming on this site.

More is coming tomorrow

Chapter 3 is very short, and bad in my case. I also have a starter of Chapter 4.
Chapter 3: Date with disaster

“I have to go, I simply have to!” Sophia pleaded with her mother but all she ever got in return was, “Not until you tell me why you want to date so quickly or until you tell me his name.”
Sophia thought of a name. “Micheal. His name is Micheal.” She paused for Liam had entered the room.
“Is this what I think I hear?” Liam said, laughing hard. “Sophia finally falling in love with-”
“Be quiet!” Mother shouted. Liam walked out of the room immediately, like she was the boss of the RAF. After that, Mother was saying, “Ok, you can go.” Sophia jumped around with glee, and rushed to the door.
It was a very busy restaurant. She could see ‘Mike’ sitting on a table, with some food next to him. He wasn’t hard to miss; follow the waving hand. Sophia walked over to him.
“Hi, Mike.”
“How do you know my name?” He was bewildered. Sophia had just embarrased herself.
She knew there was a Mike in school: a bully. Everyone feared, even begged for mercy at the mention of his name; mostly boys, because Mike would never tell a girl his name. Sophia got hold of it because a noy had told her.
“And I never wanted a bloody girl with me whilst I’m eating!” Mike shouted. Sophia crept out of the table and started to stride out of the restaurant> Mike saw her pushing the wooden door open and decided tp throw a plate at her.
She thought, ‘Why couldn’t I hit him with a plate instead?” A blue power shot out of her hand and directed towards the plate. The plate, in return, deflected and hit Mike on the head. Someone cried, “Magic powers!” and everyone fleed out of the restaurant frantically.
Chapter 4: Why me?

“You were supposed to catch the magic girl!” Mike’s dad was shouting. They were in a bleak area, surrounded by dusty cobwebs and a misty fog. Mike could see him- only just, for a really dim light covered the alleyway.
“I know, Mike replied. But why does it have to be… a girl?” His voice echoed in the distance.
“You will not question the authority of someone unless I give you permission to do so.” His voice turned devillish. Mike was apprehensive. This was funny considering he was the meanest bully in school.

Prologue

I was sick. Laying in bed all day wasn’t my idea of a fun day, but I wasn’t exactly in any state to argue with my superiors. I had been cold since dawn and my face, according to my mother, the Queen, was, “As red as a fire breathing dragon.”

I tried going back to sleep, but the cold made shiver so violently that my teeth rattled. The bursts of cold came and went. One minute I would be as freezing as an ice cube and next my skin would heat up and I would feel as thought my brains were boiling in my hot head.

I clutched onto my lady-in-waiting’s arm as she lay cool, damp rags on my forehead. I could feel the heat die down for a moment before the chills and the pitch black set in.

Chapter One: Feeling the Heat

I rushed down stairs. My long, straight, black hair flew out behind my as I thundered down to the kitchen. I ran in through the kitchen door, my feet skidding on the tiled floor. I slid next to the stove where my mother stood, flipping pankcakes.

“Riva,” she flipped a pancake and glanced sharply at me, “You over slept. Again.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Mum.” I smiled and said, “I also am sorry about breakfast.”

“Why,” she asked, “It’s going to be served in a minute.”

“Exactly. I can’t stay a minute, Gela ia picking me up in a minute or two.” I plastered on my most apologetic smile.

“What in heavens for?” mother cried, agast, “School starts at 8:40 not 7:30.”

“I know, but…um, she’s in a hurry?” I said. It was almost a question.

Mother sighed. She looked at me, then at the pancakes.

“I’ll just feed these to Jason then,” mother said, refering to my older bother. Lucky for him, his high school didn’t start until 9:00.

BEEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEP!

“Good, Lord,” mother cried above Gela’s ear splitting horn, “You better go before she causes the house to collapse.”

I grinned, gave my mother a quick peck on the cheek, grabbed my backpack from its usual spot on the floor, and ran outside.

The sun was shining. Birds were chirping their birdsong. Or they would be if Gela’s horn hadn’t been trying to make music with them.

The grass was damp under my boots. It had only been a month since the winter snow had melted and the air still had sharp, cold tang that came with the cold season.

I reached Gela’s car door and yanked it open. My best friend, Gela Mason sat in her seat, her hands inches from the horn.

“Don’t!” I cried, “I’m here, now.”

She grinned. Her golden hair was in a ponytail. She looked great as always. She wore skinny jeans and a kashmir dress sweater. A knit hat covered her head and knit boots covered her feet.

“Come on. Hop in,” Gela removed her book bag from the passenger seat and tossed into the back of her Mustang, “You’re going to make us late.”

“I’ll stop making you late once I get my drivers licence,” I promised her, “Until then…pray!”

Gela laughed, “What do you think I do at 5:30 in the morning? While I get ready I talk to God, ‘Oh, please God, let Riva be alive today. Alive and faster than her usual snail pase so we can get to school’.”

I laughed as Gela revved her engine and backed the car out of my driveway.

“Anyway,” I asked as I dropped my backpack at my feet, “What was the hurry today? Why did you call me at 5:30 to get ready?”

“We’re going to Ivy’s Diner.”

“Ivy’s Diner? Why?” I was genuenly shocked. Ivy’s Diner was a hip, expensive, and very IN resteraunt.

“We have to branch out,” Gela explained, “Plus, my…um…my parents have been fighting again.”

“Oh, Gela,” I placed a hand on her shoulder, “Is that why you wanted to leave so early?”

Gela kept her eyes on the road. Her eyes were dry and her hands were clutching the stearing wheel to tightly that her knuckles were white as paper. The car finally drove into Ivy’s Diner’s parking lot. She pulled into an empty space.

Sighing she said, “I had to get out. I couldn’t stand their constant bickering.”

I nodded. Last time I’d been to her house, I couldn’t stay through dinner because her parents were practically strangling each other across the table.

To bring me to Ivy’s Diner, the situation must have been bad. I got out of the car, and when Gela was ready, we walked into Ivy’s.

Inside, the lights were as bright as ever and the checker tiles, checker table cloths and checkered menus made me think: gingantic picnic table.

We made our way to an empty table and sat down. A waiter came to our table, a notpad in his hand.

“Can I take your order?” he asked in a nasaly voice.

“Um…we’ll have your medium sized breakfast. Two please.” I replied. Gela was silent, staring past me. When the waiter had left I waved my hand in her face. She snapped her eyes back to me.

“You know what I heard yesterday?” she asked suddenly excited.

“What?”

“There’s a new family in town. Their name’s Carson.”

“Carson? Where they living now?” I asked. Our town, River Bend, England,  was a small town with a population of about 1000. Everyone practically knew everybody else.

“In the old dump. The Castle Cottage.”

“Really?” Castle Cottage had been abandoned for as long as we all could remember. It had been a place to dare your friends into go into and frightening your children with.

“Want to check it ot after school?” Gela asked, “I know you always loved that house.”

“I do?” I asked inocently. The truth is that ever since I saw Castle Cottage I had dreamed of owning it. It reminded me of Sleeping Beauty’s enchanted castle. It was huge and had rose bushes all over it. A cobblestone path led from front lawns to the large, wooden double doors. Windows were all over the house and it even had a tower.

“All right, I do.” I admitted, “Let’s go. After school.”

What do you guys think? Is this a good story? Comment on it please and tell me if I should continue!

Chapter 2 of my long story!
Note: This is where the romance bit steps on. I kill it off later.
How the loud, sweet song of the playground filled Sophia’s ears with ecstasy! She was enjoying a good chat with her friends, strolling across the playground. She was also waiting in anticipation to hear the sound of the school bell.
“This music is totally sick!” Lisa was always listening to music on her Iphone 4. This time, she had unplugged the earphones for everyone to listen to it. They danced in time to the joyous music. They were having such a good time that they never heard the repetitive, chiming bells set off.
Suddenly, the music stopped. An ugly face looked into Lisa’s eyes. It was Miss Duncan. She was wrinkly, aged and rotten. Her hair was so white, you’d think she was a hundred years old (even though she was only 36). A squeaky, croaky voice sang out of Miss Duncan’s dry, chapped mouth. “I’ll have that, thanks!”
“No fair! It was mine!” Lisa replied.
“Well, you should have thought about that before, Lisa. Don’t you know the school rules?”
“No wonder you’re still called Miss.” Lisa whispered. “No one would want to marry someone like you.” Everyone giggled, whilst Miss Duncan glared at them sternly.
“Off to your line!” she shouted. Everyone did what they were told and ambled over to their line. Sophia accidentaly bumped into a boy, He was holding sheets of paper and they fell down in a massive heap. He tried to pick them up.
When he picked the sheets up , he placed himself in an upright position, and glared at everyone in the class- but was especially looking at Sophia, as if he admired the look of the presumable enchantress standing before him. They had time to examine each other’s faces: Sophia with blue, shallow eyes , blond hair and light skin (rather pale). The boy was slim, with handsome hair, He looked with reflective hazel eyes, now capturing a girl at it.
Randomly, the boy leant over. Just as Sophia was about to be kissed, Mr Ronald stepped on front of the line.
“Sophia, leave your kissing until later!” Mr Ronald exclaimed. Sophia felt a horrible emotion-that of embarrasment. Everyone laughed hard, whilst they shouted words like, “Femme fetale!” and “who’s the lucky boy then?”
“Quiet!” Mr Ronald snapped. Traces of giggle continued on the way to the classroom. Sophia had ignored them up to tge oiubt when their laughing turned into shrieking, and at that time she realized the boy was holding her hand.

This is a book I’m currently making. It’s  a long chapter story.

Chapter 1:  The Dream

“Sophia, sweetheart, it’s time for bed.” Her mother was saying.

“Yes, Mother.” Sophia dragged her feet across the stairs, walking into a room of marvel: if you needed cheering up, this was the place. Ivory paint concealed the natural colour of the walls, and lit up like fire at the flick of a switch.

The beds were luxurious. There was no need to be tired: the blankets were so comfy, warm and furry. Normally, Sophia slept as soon as her head hit the pillow. Today was dufferent. A cryptic worry traversed Sophia’s body. She hadn’t even known why she was worried.

She wasn’t alone in the house (neither an only child: her older brother Liam and her little sister Katie were her joyous company) so that wasn’t why she was scared. She only knew one thing: that something terrible was going to happen, too terrible for the likes of her.

She wished hard for this memory to fleet away in her dreams. It was an unevitable fact that it wouldn’t. She took a long time lying down. Eventually she went to sleep.

She wished she hadn’t slept, but everyone must sleep. It was a part of life. This part of life was eerie. Sophia was in a forest. It was cold, dark and seemingly endless. Faint tweets of the songbirds vanished in the forest. Repetitive shots then dominated the quiet sound of the forest. Sophia’s heart began to churn with blood.

At the worst moment, a dagger aimed at her. She sprinted, whilst the dagger hit the trees. Another one aimed at her. It seemed it would never fall down, Sophia thought, when all of a sudden, she woke up- with a start.

“Aah!” she screamed. The scream was high enough to wake everybody up Mother came inside the room. “What’s wrong, honey?” Mother was asking. Sophia could just make out the words, “I had a bad dream.”

“Well, you go to bed, and it’ll be all right. I promise.” It wasn’t all right. Sophia had another bad dream. She was in an ocean. Water rushed through her face whilst she was swimming. She was tired, yet her arms and legs were still functioning. She went on like this until at a sudden point in time, she drowned. Her body embed itself on the ground.

She woke up again, heart beating. With every thump that camem she thought, ‘No, I am not going back to sleep.’ Only, every time she thought of it, she wanted to sleep (like a doctor just jabbed her with a sleeping drug). Just as she was about to doze off, the alarm bell rang. It was seven in the morning: a new school day was about to arrive.

Dear Journal,

I thought the most simplest thing today: cats sweat by there feet. I know, I know. Stupidest thought. But, Hey! Who knew? Cats sweat in their feet by the padded part. Cool, huh?! Bye Bye Journal!!

Sincerely, Pr3ttee

Narwhal is a unicorn whale

It has a horn like a hippo

It’s a toothed whale

It can leap

I like narwhal.

Hey guys! I felt like righting jokes and riddles today. Try guessing them! Also, please don’t cheat. Don’t look it up. If you can’t find out and really want to know, then look it up. But don’t post your answer after than, okay? Please play fair!

Riddle #1:

What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and grey when you throw it away?

Riddle #2:

Why are cooks cruel?

Riddle #3:

There was a man who wanted to prove to his wife how much he loved her, so he climbed the highest mountain, swam through the deepest sea, and walked through the largest dessert. What do you think the wife said to him when he returned.

Riddle #4:

How do you stop a dog in the back seat to stop barking?

Riddle #5:

Imagine you are in a boat. Now imagine there are six sharks circling your boat, how do you escape?

Joke #1:

Italy got hungry,

Ate Turkey,

Slipped on Greece,

Broke China,

Went shopping in Iceland,

And got eaten by Wales

Joke #2:

Brrring! Brrring!

Who’s there?

Hurd.

Hurd who?

Hurd my hand so I couldn’t knock knock. 

Chapter Three:

“Well, well, look at this,” Damon grinned. His dark black hair was in its same state it had been in yesterday; ruffled, but somehow looking good. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a Rock the Planet T-shirt. One backpack strap was slung over his shoulder.

“Hi, Damon,” Filla turned and smiled, “You okay?”

“Ya, I’m fine.” Damon’s smile wavered.

“What was wrong with you?” Belle asked. She glanced at his arm. It looked fine now. No cast, no sling. As if nothing had happened.

Damon shrugged and didn’t seem to want to answer. Filla filled Belle in ,”Damon was sick yesterday. Came back here at lunch and had to spend the rest of day in bed.” Filla shook her head, “Looks like it was a 12 hour thing.”

Belle stared at Damon. According to Filla he had been in bed yesterday, so…how had she some to bump into him in the street yesterday? Damon looked uncomfortable. He fingered his backpack strap.

“Come on,” Filla grabbed Belle’s wrist and pulled her past Damon towards the lobby doors. Belle turned her head to catch a last glimpse of Damon. He was gone.

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Belle stood next to Filla in front of Swan League High School’s double doors. Streams of students went into and out of the large building. Belle had spent her morning searching the white lighted halls for her classrooms, sometimes aided by the occasional sympathetic student.

Now, she and Filla sat on a bench near the enterance to the school, discussing the possibilites of lunch.

“We could go to Star Land Hut,” Filla suggested, “It’s really famous for its lovely dishes.”

Belle shrugged, “Do you have a place where I would like to go?”

“I don’t know. What kind of food do you like?” Filla’s eyes lit up, “Oh! I know. You could come to the La Frizzle.”

“The La Frizzle,” Belle asked, “Sure, I guess.” She stood up and followed Filla down the walk to the street. Down here, people walked and above their heads, cars,buses, and cabs whizzed past. In her home at the Past Reserve, Belle remembered having to walk next to the street where cars drove on the ground.

Filla lead her away from the school and in the general direction of a cluster of livelier shops and buildings. More lights and sounds enimated from that side of the street.

One shop had a hologram side that flashed pictures and the words “La Frizzle” in bright colors.

“Here it is. A lot of students some here so its mostly filled with kids our age at this time,” Filla opened the door. It surpriesed Belle. Most doors here seemed to have  minds of their own so she hadn’t opened one since she had gotten here.

Inside, the lights flashed red and green. It looked like a patchwork quilt. Patches of red and green plashed onto different surfaces. It you looked down at yourself, you could see every inch of yourself tinted a shade of red or green.

“This is La Frizzle,” Filla grinned. She scanned the room and over the music shouted, “Look! There’s Calib.”

Belle remembered Calib vividly,just as she had Damon. He had been the boy filling in as clerk behind the dorm lobby counter last night.

She followed Filla to a table and found Calib sitting, in his hands was a cup of some sort of pink drink. Or it could have been yellow tinted with red. Calib looked up and smiled, “Filla, whta’s up sis?”

Filla smiled, “Calib, this is my new roommate, Belle. Belle, my brother, Calib.”

Belle smiled, “Hi. I believe we already met.” She held out her hand and Calib shook it.

“Ya,” he looked at Filla and said, “I was filling in for Farcil.”

Just than a hand was on Belle’s shoulder. A cold hand.

Belle spun around. Damon grinned at her. Him again.

“Looks like you can’t stray far, can you?” Damon asked.

Belle smiled sarcasticly at him, “Yes. I spent my entire day seeking you out. I have nothing better to do with my time.”

She turned and looked at Calib, “Is he your friend?”

Calib shrugged, “Unfortunatly.”

Damon, still smiling slid into the bench across from Calib.

“You girls want to join us?” Calib asked.

Filla replied before I could, “Sure.” She slid into the seat next to Calib. Nothing left for me to do but sit down next to Damon.

I eyed the seat. It wasn’t as though I didn’t like Damon. I could just tell he was one of those boys who though he was too good or something.

Slowly, as if I were afraid to do so, I slid into the seat next to him.

“Geez, you act like I’m going to take a bit out of you.” He lunged forward and pretended to take a bit out of my neck. He was only a few inches away when he pulled away.

Filla and Calib laughed. I glared at him. Inching away, I made he wasn’t in anyway able to touch me.

To be Continued….

Chapter Two:

Belle lay in her new dorm bed. It was comfy enough. The pillow was made of a soft fabric, but she missed her old goose-feather pillow back at home. There, almost everything was made from natural things; from animals and plants. Here most of her surroundings were computerized or machine made. Come to think of it they hadn’t seen much nature around this city. Delta Star. That was the city’s name. There was no delta so far. No smell of water nearby. No wildlife either. Not a single domesticated or willd animal here.

Its empty. A voice in Belle’s dream whispered. No one is really alive. There all…machines.

Images flashed through Belle’s dream addeled head. Her mother staring at her with lifeless eyes. The boy, Calib Donny, laughing machanically at her as she tore through the streets of Delta Star, searching for something alive. For something or someone like her. Then the boy from the street. Damon? Right that was his name. He was in front of her, blocking her path. She tried getting past him, but he seemed to anticipate her every move.

“Where are you going, Belle?” he asked, “Why are you running?”

He reached out and took her by the arm. His hand was cold and metalic, just like everything else in this city. Nothing was familiar here. Nothing.

Belle gasped, awake. She was in bed, her blankets tangled between her legs, her hair a mess on her pillow. The room was dark but for a sliver of silver light that shone from the far end of the room. Where was she? She couldn’t remember. The bed was soft and comfertable. She lay back thinking.

Slowly, like puzzle pieces being put together, the events of yesterday came back to her. She and her mother had met Filla, her roommate and Filla had explained to Belle how Swan League High School worked.

Belle fumbled at the nightstand that stood next to her bed. She pressed a button and a brilliant white light flooded the room.

“Oh, God, Belle!” Filla sat bolt upright in her bed. Her hair, white as snow, was tangled all around her face. She rubbed her eyes and asked, “Why on Earth did you turn on that light? It’s only 6:30.”

“Sorry. Sorry,” Belle apologized, “I didn’t know.” She pressed the button again and the whole room was plunged into a pitch darkness.

“Geez, if you turned it on, keep it on,” Filla’s feet softly padded onto the floor, “I’m awake anyway.”

Belle turned the light back on and once her eyes adjusted to the white brilliance, she fumbled for her schedule. Filla had given her all she needed for school last night. On her side table where she had left them were eight digitalized books. Seven of them were on subject matters: Science, Math, Language Arts, Physical Education, Social Science, Arts, and Extra Languages. The eighth one was a folder for extra things. One of these things was Belle’s schedule for the day.

She picked up the exta folder. Tapping the screen, she opened the file with the schedule in it. It looked like this:

Language Arts - Curt Hayley

Arts - Allison Asheley

Social Science - Robin Lawcrise

Science - Carra Forsight

Phycical Education – Lorie Forest

Math – David Saimon

Extra Language: Karmanic – Deya Lamput

“Karmanic?” Belle looked up and saw Fills appear from the bathroom, “What is Karmanic?”

“The second most spoken language. Next to English of course.” Filla opened on of the two closets on the far side of the room. It wasn’t really a closet. More like a computer screen and a rod above her head. All Filla had to do was click the arrows on the screen to go through her entire wardrobe. She clicked the select button and with a soft wirring noise a hanger with her outfit appeared on the rod above her head. She reached up, pulled it down and took it to the bathroom to change.

Belle got out of bed. She was wearing nothing but shorts and a large T-shirt. She padded across the room to the other closet. Yesterday, before her mother left for home, she had unpacked the few outfits of clothing and let the closet suck them up. Now, as she turned on the screen, she saw in the upper left hand corner there was a number. 101.

“101?” Belle muttered. Slowly she scanned through the clothing. Many more then the outfits she had brought showed up on the screen. Outfits she had never seen showed up.

Filla walked up behind her. She was wearing a long, pink tunic shirt over a pair of black tights. Her white hair was made into a braid that hung to hips.

“What are these clothes doing in there?” Belle asked.

“What do you mean?” Filla squeezed her way into the closet next to Belle.

“These clothes. I don’t own them.” Belle pressed the forwarding arrow and scanned through the different and unfamiliar clothing.

“The school provides the students with clothes” Filla explained, “Hurry up and choose something. Get ready. FAST.”

Belle sighed. It was too early in the morning for this. She selected an outfit. It was a pair of tight jeans and a fashonable shirt. A gold belt came with it. She selected it and when it arrived, took it off the rod. She made her way to the bathroom and stepped inside. It was huge. The bathroom had a tub big enough for at least five people. The walls were tiled and pictures of mermaids and sea waves adorned the walls and cieling. The same bright white light shone in here as it had in the room. Quickly, she stepped oout of her shorts and shirt. Pulling the pants on, she glanced at herself in the mirror. Nothing but her regular self. Her dark hair framed her rich, almond colored skin. Her dark hazel eyes stared back at her. She pulled her shirt over her head. It was a white shirt. A silver image of a sawn was stamped into the fabric. The golden belt was to be wrapped around her waist. On the belt, engraved into the gold, were tiny golden swans.

Belle picked up her toothbrush. Apparently, here, they used a liquid mouth rinse to clean their teeth. Belle had refused to do so. She insisted on keeping her toothbrush. Taking the tube of paste she had brought with her, she squeezed it onto her brush. After she had brushed her teeth, she left the bathroom.

She fixed her shoulder length hair into a ponytail and grabbed her shoulder bag full of digitilized books.

“Come on.” Filla stood by the door, “Let’s go.”

Taking a deep breath, Belle followed her out into the hallway.

Kids were milling around. Making their way out of the dorms towards the high school. Filla lead the way. Down the halls to the lobby. Belle followed Filla into the elevator. Once the fast moving trip was over, Belle found herself in the lobby again. The clerk sitting in the hover chair today was different. It was a older man, around 40 years old. This time the hologram name said: Farcil Manstrong. He had a long, brown ponytail and a small mustache.

Filla lead me to the desk, “Hi, Farcil.”

“Hello, Filla,” Farcil said in a deep voice, “Are you ready to “check out”?”

“Farcil used to be a hotel clerk,” Filla explained to Belle, “He acts as if Sawn League High School Dorms is Farsee’s Hotel Rooms.”

Farcil laughed, ” ‘Tis true.” The man pressed the button on the desk and when the hologram screen appeared, “checked” us out for the day.

Belle turned around to leave and came face to face with Damon.

To be Continued…

We only needed to ride a day until we saw the heart of the savanna. A large lake filled with crystal clear water sat in the center of a wide bowl carved in the land. A head of zebras was grazing the green grass and on the opposite side of the lake was a pride of lions, not even mindful of its prey like they were just regular neighbors. Even some giraffes we stretching their necks or reach the greenest leave of a cluster of trees in the corner of the bowl. Other animals of both predator and prey were scattered all around the land living in harmony. We stopped before the land slopped downward into the bowl and watched the small circle of life living right in front of our eyes. It was like this was one of the few places in the world were war was only a thought and never a being. But the circle still needed to continue. I could see from the top valley a leopard stalking a herd of antelope as they grazed the grass, not even aware of the danger that lurked only a few feet away from them. The leopard jumped out and tried to catch one of its prey but as fast as the leopard jumped out, the antelope leaped away. I felt a little relieved until I saw a calf stubble and fall, the rest if his herd not even noticing and leaving him behind. The leopard saw and moving silently toward it. I knew it was the end of the calf but I just hand to do something about it.

“Don’t do it.” Ryan said before I even moved.

“What?”

“I know that look. You can’t help the calf. It’s called the circle of life. Don’t interfere. Besides, there’s no hope for him now.” He said and I looked at him hard.

“There’s always hope Ryan. Remember that.”

I pushed Blaze to galloping down the slope to the small calf that didn’t seem to be able to get back up. Before the leopard could jump on him, he heard Blaze’s galloping and froze, then thought that Blaze was prey, not predator. How wrong he was. Blaze reared up ion his hind legs and nearly trampled the cat to death. I was sure he got the message and ran off, abandoning the calf and went back home hungry. I hop off of Blaze and pick up the small antelope. Of all times, it chooses then to start crying to its parents and squirms in my arms despite its hurt leg. One big antelope comes into view with the biggest antlers ever and didn’t look very nice. The calf cried even louder and the dad had its antlers pointed at me. I save his sons life and he repays me by threatening my life. A promise he might carry out. I sat the calf down and without a second though, hopped back in the saddle and rode off back to Ryan who was patiently waiting for me to finish. I smiled at him triumphantly.

“Ok I was wrong. There is hope. But the baby’s leg is still hurt. What about that?”

“It will eventually get better I hope. Like you said it’s the circle of life.”

We smiled at each other and rode on without another word. Then we set up camp and spoke small talk while looking up at the stars that shined brighter in this place than any other place in the world. We would finally fall asleep and start the whole day over again. I looked over things that have probably happened back in my Barbarian tribe while I was away, how things might have recovered back at the Savvy tribe, what Alice would be doing right about now, and conversations we had including the very first one we had when I had just met her. Then I freaked out a little in side of me. She wanted me to break off my engagement with Drake!! I can’t just do that! I would maybe face banishment from the tribe and that would mean that my dad would want to come with me and that would mean that we would be homeless again just like when I was a baby and I couldn’t put my dad through that. Plus what if something else happens like if I do break it off with Drake then Ryan and I don’t work out, what then? I must have had a weird expression on my face because Ryan looked at me with real concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just thinking.”

“About…?”

“Stuff.” I realized we had this conversation before except I was the one wondering what was on his mind. Now everything was flipped around.

“You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“It’s nothing. Let’s just get going.” I said and speed Blaze up a little, leaving Ryan to follow behind me but he only speed up again to ride next to me.

“Is this about your engagement?” I’v known for only a month or two and he already knows me just that well.

“I guess.”

“Oh uhh well… To who?”

“A guy named Drake. He’s the tribe leader’s son.”

“Oh.” An awkward silence fell between us and I began to hope it wouldn’t stay like this for the rest of the long journey we might have ahead of us.

We rode on and continued to glance in each others direction, desperately hoping something would happen that would end this uncomfortableness. That something was the Barbarians.