Mah ha ha... I bye passed the system... for now anyway. There are a few things I have to say first Kal don't be so quick to judge Draco... in other words stop spoiling my story! Jk jk but you may want to re-evaluate the notion that Draco is evil and even that he's not normal cause yeah never know. Anyway now that you guys gave me a slight confident boost... on with my story!
The door swings open and there is his mother, if I didn't say it already she's gorgeous. Long black hair that shines down her back, she wears a dazzling knee length red dress. The deep v-neck is embellished with beautiful black stitching and beads. Draco pulls open the door and she waves to me.
"Hello Pearrrrl."
"Good evening." I remember my manners. She smiles and usher's us inside the huge house. I wonder if I'll get to meet Draco's father and little brother. I know his little brothers sick and doesn't go to school. She leads us to their living room and the door creeks open. There, above the fire place a big banner says "Happy birfday Pearl" in big scrawling print. A smile creeps over Draco's mothers face.
"He wanted so much to greet you but Cygnus feel asleep just before you came." Her face is kind and loving as she says this.
I sit with Draco as his mother runs to the kitchen. We sit in silence and I wonder exactly where his thoughts are.
"Draco?" He nods. "Whats wrong?"
"Nothing Pearrrrl I just wish my brotherrrr wasn't so sick. He makes mama so worrried."
"Is there no cure?" I wish I hadn't asked. His face tightens and the soft look leaves his eyes.
I gaze uncomfortably around the dimly lit room. 2 black leather couches and a matching leather armchair, 3 tall bookcases and countless old portraits line the walls. A huge mahogany table is waiting for us. Before he can answer his mama bustles in with a tray of steaming something. She See's me eyeing it up and laughs.
"It's a spring roll."
"All I know is it isn't glorp log" We all laugh. I pick up the strange little tube of pastry and bite into it. A strange tast floods my mouth. "mmmm real food" and we all laugh harder.
"We arrrrre almost rrready to eat, we'rrrre just waiting forrr Papa." Draco purrs in my ear as his mother bustles out again. It's silent for awlee and Draco excuses himself to take the plate back to his mother. I sit and wait for him. My heart leaps into my throat when the door is pushed back on its hinges. It creeks loudly and a little boy wanders in. He's pale, deathly pale. His skin is almost transparent. He clutches tightly to a book.
"Hello Pearrrrl." His voice is so soft I have to lean forward to hear him. "Will you read to me?"
He climbs into my lap and hands me the book. I read to him about a Bunny rabbit (whatever that is, I have a faint memory of a earth holiday) that is a vampire. Several days ago I found a book in my locker called Dracula and the 2 books sound similar. But Dracula is about a man not a rabbit. We read on until Cygnus falls asleep in my lap. I Finnish reading the book while I wait for Draco. When I look up I see Draco, his mother and father, tears shining in their eyes standing in the door way.
"I'm I'm sorry." I stammer.
"What for?" Draco's Papa's voice is deep and even like his son's. "This is a gift you have given us! Cygnus hasn't come out of his bed in 2 weeks." I look down at the sleeping child in my lap. Draco sits beside me on the sofa and his father sets the table. Cygnus wakes up and starts to cry.
"whats wrong ?" Draco's mother is beside us in a minute.
"I wanna sit at the table with Pearrrl." with shaking hands she rushes out to set another place at the table. Draco takes my hand and we start to talk about the teachers in our school. His father comes in and leads us to the table carrying Cygnus.
As we eat Draco's family asks me questions and Cygnus watches me eat.
"So where were you born?"
"On earth." They look at me surprised.
"I was sent here after my father left my mother and she thought there was going to be a war."
They nod. "Both my parents where scientists." Draco's father looks at me with his intense stare and the words die on my tongue. Thankfully we can pretend to be to busy chewing to talk.
"This is really good Mrs. Tega. Um what is it?"
"the white lumps are mashed potatoes, the green stuff is asparagus and the other thing is..."
"chicken!" I almost yell
"Yes its chicken."
"I used to love chicken. I love yours Mrs. Tega." A happy mood descends on our dinner and stays until the desert when a strange thought occurs to me. "Hey Draco why do you and your brother have star names if you guys where born on earth." The room falls silent. Cygnus left during supper and we are just finishing off a desert called ice cream as we lounge in the leather sofas. Mrs. Tega talks first.
"Pearl there are secr..."
Mr. Tega's hand clamps around her mouth. And he whispers something into her ear. She nods at Draco and he puts a hand on my neck. Very slowly he takes my pules then writes out a note.
Are you wearing any
jewelry from your aunt?
Nod if you are.
I nod and point to my earrings he pulls them out and crushes them. I realize if they where trakkers he just destroyed my last hope for help if I get in trouble.

"first date clothing" I say into the tiny microphone. I shudder at the files of clothing it pulls up. "uh hem with the parents" This time clothing that doesn't look like I would freeze to death in comes up. I settle for a green skirts and a white corset top with no sleeves. As a last thought I slip a pair of jeans underneath. I grab a brush and feverishly drag it threw my long thick black hair. My holo-gramer snaps to life as a incoming call rings in.
"hello?" Oriyans face grins at me.
"hey" I smile ( its a new habit)
"You look...." he trails off "amazing. You did that just for me?" he asks.
I stare blankly at him.
"Pearl, remember?"
I think my mouth hits the floor. Of course, last year I was so depressed on my birthday he promised to take me to see Indus. Its my birthday today. No matter how happy I have become I still remembered. My birthday was the day I was sent to space, it was the day I found out my mother died, it was the day I found out my father left my mother for another woman, it was the day I had to grow up and tell my self my family was gone. Every last person except Aunt Urisa,
I freeze.
Urisa
Urisa is a constellation. I never noticed before but my aunt has a constellation for a name. That can't be true! She has to be my aunt. But I get no time to dwell on my mounting confusing. I have to tell Oriyan something...but what?
"I um, I'm spending my birthday with my aunt this year" I stammer out a weak reply.
His face falls "Its okay then I know you need to be near your family"
His image disappears.
I feel terrible. I just lied to one of my only friends. Oriyan has always been there for me. But the door bell rings interrupting my thoughts. I take a big breath and answer the door.
"Pearrrrrrrl" Dracco purrs my name and I melt inside. He stands a little box in hand, black button up shirt and blue jeans. "Happy birrrrrthday" Why does it sound so much better when he says it? He pulls me into a bear hug "time for you to meet Papa"
I smile and jump into his star cruiser. Ultra chique, Ultra cool. Just like him.
He types in where he wants to go and we're off. He slides next to me and pushes the box into my lap. "Open it!"
"Okay, okay" Very slowly to tease him I unwrap the beautiful box. I almost cry when I see it. He has managed somehow to get his hands on a set of pearls. They remind me of my earth memory, snow. I pull them from the box mesmerised by their glossy shine. On the middle of the string is a purple pearl. A single purple pearl. He takes the necklace from my hands "These arrrre all the otherrrrr girrrrrls in the worrrrld, all the same and boring." he says stroking the white ones. "and this is you. Yourrr unique, you arre amazing and you look the best to me."
I am biting my lip to keep from crying now. But great big tears spring from my eyes.
:you don't like it?" he asks
"NO I love it, its just so perfect."
"If its perrrrfect then it it suits you."
He hugs me tightly and kisses my nose.
"stop crrrying or mama will think I'm bad to you."
I laugh.
By the time we're pull up to his door I've got myself together. This will be the best birthday ever.
Oh how wrong I was.

Well I guess y'all want a conclusion to my space story but you will have to sit threw some more before I end it. I know its getting boring but I'll try harder not to be boring. I would have written some more but I've been sick... the flu sucks! Yesterday I woke up and felt like I was gonna be sick... I was, still am but now at least I can sit up with out crying.




I get home before my aunt, she's probably still at work. I don't really know what she does, I was too wrapped up in self pity to care but now, I'm curious. The space around me seems so full of life! I run up the stairs and throw back the blinds of my window, which I laugh at, I painted them black. Before me is the dwarf planet Spenta it revolves around the second sun of the Andromeda Galaxy 25 times in a minuet. Which is totally amazing! The rings around it tilt and wobble as it spins like a amusement fair ride. They are impossible to see because they move so fast. The body of the planet is a word that belongs to earth, rainbow. Its like the blue of the sea I grew up by, with my mother and father. The green reminds me of my mothers eyes they where like the emerald of the grass on a cool summers day.

I remember a night, I was supposed to be asleep but I couldn't sleep. Excitement filled me and I wriggled beneath the heavy covers of my winters blanket. The moon cast pools of silver light around my cozy blue room. I hear my mother and father's voice's drift up the long winding stair case and float around my room. I could just tell something important was going to happen.
My mother steals into my room and checks behind her as if scared. She stands in my doorway moonlight dapples her cheeks and shes wearing the new dress papa bought her. Her eyes are full of fear and she bites her nails. As she turns to go I see she has a needle clutched in her smooth, slender hand.
I hear our old oak door shut and my fathers foot steps on the marble floor. He strides in to my room muttering. "Bloody woman can't do it so I guess I'll have to do it my self" He grabs my arm and pulls hard.
Slowly he injects a purply liquid.

Spenta swirls in front of my eyes and I feel for my right arm. There, a permanent black bruise from injections of the purple liquid. I remember how much I hated him for giving them to him. I couldn't sit up in the mornings when he gave them to me. Them my mother would come in and see my pale, ghostly face and huge salts tears would slid down her face. She would take me in her embrace and I would wounder why they where doing this to me.
Then one day the injections stopped, he left.

I catch myself before I slip back into my self pity. I have a date to get to! Quickly I shower away my sad feelings. Standing in my towel and dripping on my carpeted floor I wounder what in the hell to wear? I'm not very good at assembling a wardrobe. Like a match flare in the dark it hits me. I rush over to the calculator sized computer hooked into the wall. I got it for my birthday, a pang of sadness overwhelms me as I realize how soon it is.
But I chase those depressing thoughts away and try to remember how to work my auto-mated wardrobe.

Ok the story line was taken from a music video but I really wanted to try the idea out.
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His fingers stiff from the bitter cold shake and tremble, a softly creased letter with flowing script is clutched tightly in his hand. The blue light of the moon shining threw Oliver the tailors window casts a frosty almost magical tinge on his cheeks. A gold locket is tucked safely in his Brest pocket. He sleeps in a large emerald green clothed chair, pulled close to the dyeing embers of the once lively fire.
The fire crackled and the rough wind like the breath of old man winter himself moans threw his rafters. Wisps of lifeless smoke wind around the furniture and linger like secret lovers after their first kiss, soon to fade deep into the night but not yet ready to face the disapproving eyes of family. Outside heavy, white snowflakes fall gently from the inky black sky. Which is why when Oliver was roughly shaken from his peaceful slumber he didn't notice the cloudy grey feathers dancing soflty on the wind. As he jumps out of his chair a small, black and white picture falls to the floor only to be snatched by a passing wind and blown in to the greedy fire.
"Jane!" He cries and plunges his hand into the fire. The edges are burnt but the picture is unharmed. A smiling woman sits regarding the camera with a omewhat mischievous look hidden behind her black eyes. Soft curls frame her smooth, pale face. A loving, gold locket hangs at her throat. Her smile is innocent and playful. The letter, locket and photo re all he has left of this gem of a women. Her time on earth barely a grain in the sands of time. Oliver settles back into his chair by the fire haunted with memories of his Jane. Young lovers they where but the graled and twisted hands of death reached out and tore her from young Oliver's grasp. All that is left of the young, promising man of 20 is a broken shell. A empty bottle broken and smashed on the waves of the sea. Oliver drifts back into the land of dreams.
The pearly Grey feathers continue to fall down to earth. Oliver wakes again to find delicate grey feathers dancing around his shop. He reaches out to touch one but misses as it floats away from his fridged, blue fingers. He feels a pair of hazel eyes gazing at him from behind following his movements with wide eyed intensity. Slowly he turns to face the someone who is only a memory to him.
There amidst the swirling feathers stands a woman, Her hair in loose curls shines in the pale moonlight. Her lips are red and glossy like the forbidden apple of Eden. Her skin is luminescent like the full moon and gives off a unearthly glow. She wears a white gown that seems to be made of the delicately, swinishness, gossamer of every child's wishes. Even in the cold her shoulders are bare and moonkissed. She moves toward him with long sweeping movents that make the cloth rustle and whisper as she skims the surface of the earth. He reaches out and touches her shoulder. "Jane" He whispers. She takes him in her arms and softly kisses him. Her embrace is freezing yet he can't let her go. Just then he notices the crimson blood spilling out over her shoulder and down the back of her dress. Looking in to her eyes he sees she's weak, a fallen angel. Graceful she falls to the earth and he catchers her. Laying her on his best fabric she seems frail and small, not the woman he fell in love with. Just a shell. Carefully he gathers the fallen feathers and places them over her. He could make her wings! He couldn't save her from the suffocating reality of death but maybe her can give her wings to find her soul which has drifted where she can only go with wings. The long rips in the flesh of her back show him she once had wings but he can only guess what happened to them. But what can Oliver use as thread? The moon shines threw his gingerbread glazed windows and he rushes over to it. He winds the moonbeams until the spool sparkles and glisents like fresh dew. Quickly he crafts the feathers together until they form wings. Slowly as if he is afraid he will break her if he is too loud he takes her in his arms and makes a stitch in the skin. Her wide searching eyes fly open and she screams. Withering and shaking in his arms she crys. Her screams are silent but reach down to his soul and squeeze it. Pain shoots threw him as he makes another stitch. Another silver stitch, and another and another. One wing is on but he has to stop her pain is so intense it rips his soul. "Let go of me" her soul reaches his. "Set me free and let me be just a memory, soon we will be together" But he can't let her go. "Take me with you" he begs. But she shakes her head sadly. "I will go instead of you then." He pleads. "No I need you hear." Not a sound has escaped their lips yet they talk. He finishes the silver stitches and kisses her one last time.
"Oliver, Please darling."
Jane stands in in front of him extending a hand, she wears a white, gold and silver dress. He takes her hand and they walk into the moon light.
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Take the ending as you will its open ended for a reason.

The Little Match-SellerBy Hans Christian Andersen
It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were not of much use. They were very large, so large, indeed, that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor little creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate. One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he had children of his own. So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the whole day, nor had anyone given her even a penny. Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of misery. The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.
Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory smell of roast goose, for it was New-year's eve—yes, she remembered that. In a corner, between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself together. She had drawn her little feet under her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money. Her father would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers. She drew one out—“scratch!” how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, bright light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. It was really a wonderful light. It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished brass feet and a brass ornament. How the fire burned! and seemed so beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them, when, lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the half-burnt match in her hand.
She rubbed another match on the wall. It burst into a flame, and where its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil, and she could see into the room. The table was covered with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its breast, to the little girl. Then the match went out, and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.
She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door at the rich merchant's. Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like those she had seen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The little one stretched out her hand towards them, and the match went out.
The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.
She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. “Grandmother,” cried the little one, “O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree.” And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.
In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year's sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of which was burnt. “She tried to warm herself,” said some. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year's day.
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This story makes me dislike christmas alot

The real christmas story
'Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
all the creature’s where stirring,
even the mouse;
I had planed my escape with careful care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would not be there;
I sat in my chair chained to led,
While visions of sugared-plums danced in my head;
I was starved, hadn’t eaten in a day or four;
No gruel or no-name crackers where here anymore,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the chains to see Miss shatter.
It was her signal, a clatter and wave,
I knew now I would have to be brave.
Us elves are tired of being treated like snow!
Trod on and trampled, crushed below,
I stole out the window when who should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so cruel and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Someone had ratted I knew as they came,
he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
You dunce, Dasher! dumb, Dancer! Idiot, Prancer and Vixen!
Half witted, Comet! Stupid, Cupid! Dolt, Donder and Blitzen!
Get those elves or I’ll make you fall!
Now dash away! dash away!” and he whipped them all!
They realy where in no condition to fly,
But still he made them take to they sky,
so on and on the abused reindeer flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, a crunch, I heard on the roof
The crying and pawing of a taken down hoof.
As I drew back my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in reindeer fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes, blood and soot;
the bundle of rounded up elves he had flung on his back,And he looked like a smuggler just opening his sack.
His eyes -- how they crinkled! his dimples how hairy!
His cheeks were like blood, his nose like a very scary!
His drooling little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of the reindeer hoof he held tight in his teeth,
And the blood pooling in the form a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he cackled like a bowlful of rotten jelly.
He was mean and old, he said “right jolly old elf,”
And I cringed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And chained the elves back up; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of my nose,
And giving a tug, a crack, and then he froze;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his tired team gave a whistle,
And whipped them all with a sharp thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"I’ll destroy Christmas sometime, just not tonight."
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I am distructive when I'm bord. Parodies are fun. Happy non-denominational celebration.

"Allanbano, you grace us with you presents at last." Ice queen stokes my cheek with her carfully sharpened talons. The slight rustle of her dress can be heard as she paces around me. Our breath is white and gostly, little grey clods drift from our mouths like smoke billoing from the chimney.
"What do you want with me?" I almsot scream.
"I would have thought better maners from the great Allanbano." I shudder why does every one keep calling me that? I'm Kylaia! Her talons dig treanches in my shoulders but I don't wince although I want to cry. I've come so far but yet I'm so far. I'm past the point of no return thought. No one will come to my aid. I wouldn't ask them to.
"Lets go!" I hustel my horse, ok my stolen horse out of the barn. Its early morn and the larks haven't even awoken yet. I turn back to gaze at my home. Among Lucid seed, exeptance and love awiat. But I must leave.
The feel of my own blood tricking down my cheeks brings me back to the desolate ice fortress.

Ok just for Marr.
I flop down on the bed. "Shit" I go. My brain flys in 5 million directions. What the hell just happened? In the space of one hour I've become more confused than ever. It seems nothing that Robo X29 (my android math teacher) could ever throw at me could be any more confusing. "Lights mood" I tell the walls and the room plunges into black hole mode. I can't even see my own hands. "Dam" normally my lights can reflect my mood but when your super confused or depressed they shut down. "Gravity off" As soon as I say it every thing that wasn't bolted down (which isn't a lot) floats toward the ceiling. I have to talk to some one. Living in the great abyss in space and having only one good friend who is the one confusing you sucks. I wish for once that I could fit in the world of genetically enhanced babies and perfet teeth with out train tracks. See human interception of the babies DNA while it is in the womb it forbinin on earth. But up here? Its not the talents that parents can control but the looks. No more "ugly babies." But I had to be born naturally. On earth, with sand and dirt and snow. I fell deep into a memory.
"Pearl!" A tall woman with dark red hair calls out to me. I'm six and standing in the soft waves of the sea. My mothers keeps calling "Pearl you know why I called you that?" She smiles and hugs me close. "No mama" I say but we both know I know. She laughs, her laugh is so soft and musical it blends with the tide. She leads me deeper into the water. We wade in till it is at my waist. The breeze lifts her hair over her shoulders and as she looks our across the horizon. "Well before I had you I was out boating with your father. It was a fine day for sailing and the wind pushed us across the water that sparlked like fresh magic. He handed me a little clam and told me too keep it close to my heart every day." She sounded lost in her own memory. "He disappeared the next day. When I had you the clam opened into to absolutely perfect pearl." I played with the single pearl at my throat. "I knew nothing could be closer to me than you my child." She smiled showing my a pair of perfect teeth.
Ihad never known much ofmy father, he disappeared one day exactly 8 months before I was born. I have always wondered if he knew I was born. "Pearl, Its time to get up." I guess I had drifted off and sleep the hole night away. I still hadn't made any decisions about Friday which I realize is today.
Do I go to meet his family and pretend I never kissed Arion? Yes. That's what I will do I will forget about it.
At school it becomes easier because he isn't in any of my class's. My teachers are surprised I came at all. Galactic relations class is surprisingly interesting. I mean we have the most interesting talk about the earths explosions. I just listened because I was a little afraid to talk but still it was fun. I've been attending all my classes since I met Draco. My teachers are pleased they even give me ok grades. The dday ends in a blur. I get a 45 out of 57 on a math test. Wow, I think it was a sign my days great so my date tonight? I smile, OMG I actual smile! Me, the dark and twisty queen smiles and laughs as I float home.

As the train rushes towards its destination she falls silent. Its going to be another hour or so till I get where I want to go. "Sure sure," I promise the girl with blond hair. shes goes back to her book. I can't seem to take my eyes off of her. Who is she? Her hair hangs in greasy strands like it was washed with way too much soap. Her eyes are a simering dark blue that reminds me of the sun sparkling on the surface of the sea. She wears a knee length skirt made of some sort of maygikal looking fiber. It glimers a dark blue to match her ever changing eyes. She looks out of place on the busey train headed to god knows were. I gaze around, if she wore a miniskirt and a tank top would she look "in place?" Its not her clothing I think to my self. Its her somehow she doesn't belong. I glance down at my faded jeans and my plain blouse. I wonder if I look like I belong, me a 15 year old runaway from the weathyest family in all of Chicago. A daughter of The Mob? I cant tell if she should be a mobsterit sounds like another book I resently read.

I want to scream at the unfairness I have to stay home to baby sit the demon child when the best team in my state asked me to play for them! I want to make everyone as angery as I am. Its even at the right location I mean I can't play anywhere exept two places because I don't have indorr truf shose yet! But no IT has to be taken care of. Secretly I love IT but I pertend not too most of the time.

Wow this is realy bad,
Whaaaa I missed a game because of her a game that had talent scouts at that! Oh well its over. I have a soccer game tuseday frieday and saterday! Also volleyball playoffs are on monday! same with a soccer practice! Sports hasn't compleatly taken over my life has it?

"So where are you going?" A girl with long blone hair asks but I can't awnsere. She's eating a salmon sandwhich and I can hear her chewing it. Yech thats gross I say to my self. "Where ever the wind takes me." I say sarcasticly. I don't think she gets it because she just nodds. Its good to be out of Chicago. Maybe I will finaly be able to breath. The girl goes back to her sandwhich. I have no clue why I ask but I do. "Where are you going?" "Oh here and there." She winks. "I'm running away." Shes grave. "My family had issews with me being a fairy." I blink. "Of course I can't trust many poeple with my secret but you look like some one that will keep my secret safe. I play it cool. Don't want this nut job giveing me hassle, its going to be a long train ride. She looks me over. "You wont tell anyone right?" She sounds concerned. "Searw it to me!" I gaze up into her face. Its pale and her blue eyes are wide. "Please!" She yells! Poeple are looking. To calm her down I agree.

I break from Arion's stronng hold and spin aroud. He's not there. I could have sworn that I heard Draco's deep throughty voice. "Pearl?" I hear it again. I flop down on the grass and finger the locket from Draco,
I forgot I was wearing it. "Pearl?" Arion Peers into my eyes. "Whats wrong?" I look up at him, "I thought...I thought..."
"Shhhhh" He puts a finger to my lips. He pulls me back into his warm embrace. Again his lips find mine and this time its not so sweet. The fact being I feel guilty. "Pearrrrrrrl please where are you?" Dracos voice is back in my ear. I let Arion kiss me for what seems like a eternity. It realy could be bevause we are in a alternitve time and place but realy I think it was like 5 minets normal time. Arion secnes that I'm not into it. "Whats wrong Babe?" He ask's like hes forgoten my name. "Don't"I say, he knows how that annoys me. I play with the little locket. Then Dracos voice is heard again. It hits me! The locket is a mini microphon. "I have to go,"
I say jumping up. I skip threw the space continum back to my time and space.

I'm board of this story. I don't blame you if you are too.

What do you do when you like someone and your best friend likes him too? Hes semi-cute, tataly chraming and your overflabouyent self gets shy and blushes when you talk to him. When you can say something that isn't "HI Do you like the weather?" Then go into some nervouse chatter about how you think its awful and shows how global warming is here. What do you do when you strive to be different but the person you like everyone seems to like. *takes a deep breath* What do you do when you have to sit beside him for a hour or two at a time? HEPL!

The silence almost kills me. I think a million things but they all seem to be about Draco. Something seems strange, but I can't put my finger on it. I hear him whisper softly "Pearrrrl, something in me is thinking that was not just a thank you kiss. Here." He clips a small locket around my neck. And kiss's my neck softly laugh then the sound of the door being opened is heard. "Drrrraco!" A firm but kindly voice is heard at the top of the stairs. "There is more than one set of shoes and one pairrr is one that is a girls." I wince. Yes my horribly awfully black boots. Since being in space requires little to no walking everyone tends to wear shoes that are pretty, not practical. Mine are no exception. Draco takes my hand "Come you must meet my mama." We float up the stairs. There in the door way is a tall gorgeous woman. Her hair is inter space black so black it looks faintly blue and her skin is a deep olive toned. She wears a Blue suit. Classy just like her son. Draco, I notice wears a black button up shirt not buttoned all the way up and blue jeans. Funny lately I've been actual been trying to look good. I wear a green dress with jeans underneath. The dress looks like its from the 50's its a dinner dress. Earth trends are soooo much fun. "Drrrrrrrrraco." His mom basically purrs. "I see you have a lady friend over." She winks at me. He flashes dazzling white teeth at me and squeezes my hand. "Are you going to introduce me?" His Mom asks. "Ahhh yess Mama this is..." He hesitates he knows I hate my name. See everyone up here is born after a constellation, except for me. I guess I' not the only one but it sure feels like it. Its just another thing to show that I don't belong here. "This mama is Indus." He flashes me another grin. So he was listening all the times I talked about how the government played the Indus people. I blink and relish how much I love Draco. Hes a friend and maybe, just maybe a date. I squeeze his hand in mine. "actually my name is pearl." I say. Whoa where did that come from?
When I get home I take off my boots and hang up my keys. "Pearl!" Urisa's voice ring from the kitchen. Urisa's my auntie. Urisa had this fear of space but after the bang occurred she wouldn't go back to earth so we got stuck here. Urisa's great but she's overly paranoid. "Theres Glorp log in the friege if you want." She yells over her soap opera. I open the friege and reach in. Yuck! Urisa loves this stuff they call food. I pull out the Glorp log. Its green and deep blue. I can't eat it though. I can't eat at all. I float to my room. I turn the anti-grav off and sit down on my bed. One thing I have to credit Urisa for is she sure can plan a room. Mine is space style, well sort of. There are these little folded stars above my door and my bed is a full moon shape. Urisa ever bought me my own mini dome that I can look out at and see the stars. I have a holo-gramer in my room and unlike every other teen in space never use it. Today I turn it on. I type in the music I want to hear. Its stars giving of micro-waves. I love it. Really you have to listen closely to it to hear anything. I start when my holo-gramer rings. "Pearrrrrrl? Is this thing on?" Draco is there in front of me. Well his hologram is. "Yah it is." I say "Pearrrl would you like to be coming to dinerrrrrrrrr with my family? Tomorrow night?" tomorrows Friday. I have to hid a smile "yes sure." I say. "grrrreat." He pur's. I flop on to my bed. Its almost the lunar season. I always get depressed around the lunar season. I sit on my bed and cry. "The holo-grammer rings again. It's Arion. My best friend. I haven't seen him lately because we are in different clas's and I have been spending my lunches with Draco. Arion 's body is projected into my room. "Pearl?" He ask's. He see's me crying and his little clone like hologram disappears. I just cry harder. I hear a tap on the little dome of my bedroom. The hatch opens and in steps Arion. His sandy blond hair looks wind swept and perfect. "Pearl, don't do this to your self." He whispers and steps closer to my bed. I just burst out with more tears. Sobbing all over the place. "Pearl snap out of it!" He yells. "Please!" The room grows cold and I can hear a slowing heart beat. The walls swim around and I can't focus. Arion has me in his arms. Gently he rocks me back and forth and I quiet down. "Pearl, please." I can tell he's thinking about the time I was hospitalized. The room still wont focus. I gasp for air like I would if I hadn't had my oxygen shot. I start to burn up hotter than the sun. I can tell his is having trouble holding me because I'm radiating so much heat. But I can't let go. Somehow he continues to hold on. We both know where this is going. It's not the first time I've got this depressed. Throwing open the hatch he drags me out into space. His rough hands slowly move in circles on my back until I breath properly. Holding on to my hand he genlty pulls me too a warp hole. We speed threw space and time ending up on a little planet with grass. We sit together under a large tree. "Pearl?" He asks after I have stopped crying. "I'm ok I say and stand up." That one movement so simple and easy tip's my world and I land in his arms.
I wake up and Arions staring into my eyes. "focus." He whispers and I stare deep into his eyes. He's close, close enough to feel his breath on my cheek. He's breathing hard. I reslise he has done this before. Every time I get like this he's here keeping me from diving over the edge. "Pearl look in to my eyes. Now calm down." His voice is soft and caring. I reach my arms up around his neck, and hug him close. He draws me closer. "Pearl, I have never told you...." He trails off and gazes away. I look deeper into his eyes. He moves closer and kiss's me. I freeze. No way could this be happening. But it does. We kiss sweetly and softly. "Pearrrrrrrl?" I hear Dracos voice coming from just behind me. "Oh crap" I say and turn around.


Pearls out fit

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just just had the most amazing volly ball game! I can't tell you about it cause it sounds to braggy but I got to play 3 out of 4 games with is something you can only do if your realy good. I even got to La Berral. Dam it I sound too braggy so sorry Jesse but I was just dyeing to tell someone. My familys in a "mood" cause my sisters new fish died today. So yah I didn't say much. The fish was named Shiver. He was given to me cause my sister's fish had died (freckles) and so I cared for him for a week or two and she's had him since. He was sick the past week and I hoped he would live but he didn't. I gave him the name giwydion gwyn cause its welsh and I thoughtit was cool but she called him shiver. he liked what fish like (whatever that is) and my sister loved him. To death maby. Who knows but he had some fungusey thing so yah.

Hey guys I'm working on like 3 pieces of writing right now but I don't know if I'll finishe them to night. I have soccer tomorrow so wish me luck! I have to get up at 7:00! Anyway it'l be my second indoor game.....ever and we have only had one practice. Keep your fingers crossed. And yes I relise I'm a horable sports wrighter I am but I thought what the heck I'll give it a go. Keep your fingers crossed!

I drift past the floating colonie of planet Mars. Thousands of tiny pin pricks of light shine and wink at me. I see threw the dome that covers the arctic pole some wierd looking animals called penguins. They waddle aroud weid down by some stupid thing call gravity. (Just another dumb sience word.) I watch their black and white bodys moving happily along the snow. (another stupid word that Mrs. Hydra thinks we need to know but we don't.) "Snow" I say the word out loud testing it on my toung. If my mom hadn't sent me to outer space when she thought the world was gunna blow I could be makeing those things called snow men. Insted we make lunar dust men. See every year in the winter the stars give off their quantity of lunar dust and we have a celebrtion. There are Star cluster cakes. And Ulk fruits for sale. I'm lost in my memories of Lunar star dust day and lose the path I was navigating only to drift past Indus. The first star colony. Tomorow I wont cut class I silently promise the grave's.
"Please stand for the singing of our nantional anthem." Head Gal Lacerta calls to us. "Nice of you to join us Pearl." Mr. Gurs my planitart arts teacher says in my ear. I just nod. Ok I silently say. I'm here, at your cerimonie, Indus poeple. We have all see them. The bodies the the dead "technological pioners." So it isn't a shock when the bodies of the 40 wmen and men come up on the holo-projector. They died trying to save humanity. Of course no one ever mentions that they never knew that they could die. They where never told that they where the lab rats of the goverment. When the earth looked like it was gong to blow up from some kind of house gasess. Blue or pink or green something like that. The goverment developed the first space hotel. They relised that they would need more than 50 luxourouse rooms to house all of humanity so they set up the star colonie of Indus. Those 40 lab rats never did find their cheese. But they died trying. Since I'm already in this black hole they call school I might as well stay. we arnt allowed to go home for luch. They lock the doors. Thats how many kids cut school. I sit by my self in the first observation room. Its a small, old place that no one but me visits. The fifth observ room is where mostly everyone is. Its new and you can sit on actual grass and look up at the stars. In my little verion of observ. 5 Everything is covered in blue shag carpet. The walls, the floor. Its all new carpet but since no one but me comes here they never found out that observ. 1 was re-finished. Even the old glasss dome was replaced. Its just as nice as any of the other observatories but No one will ever know but me. I positivly glow with that realisation. But my glory is short lived. "Arrrrre you alone herre?" A voice with a thick earth acsent wispers in my ear. I almost jump and hit the polished dome. Ok maby not but it scarded me. I just nod. "Do you mind eff I afe a seat?" It's a male voice. I nod. He sits across from me. He has dark olive tonned skin and black hole hair. Its so dark it sucks up light. His features are sharp and handsome. "I am new in this school and this drrrifting worrrld of yourrr's." I notece he has rolled his R's. "What class are you in?" He asks. "Mrs. Gemini's." I awnsere. "Oh me too!" He sounds pleased. "Maby you could be showing me how to." He guesture around. I like him already. He's so nice and he 's new so he doesn't know I'm a colpleat loser. I nod. "Oh thank you!" He leans over and kiss's my cheek. I jump back. "I'm being so sorrrry!" He studderd. "Where I was born it is a showing of thanks you's." I like this guy more and more. "Its ok." I'm suprised my normaly shy voice has been coached out of its hiding spot. He tells me his name is Draco. We talk for an hour about thing that intrestus. He likes horrer books and hate garlick. Cross's are never lowed in his house because of some religouse reson and he is deathly allergice to the suns U.V. ray's or something like that. I telll him things that I never botherd to tell my mom. I like horrer books too, I hate garlick (makes your breath smell bad) and well I don't see alot of the sun. Standing up I tell him its time for class. I toss my hair back and lead him too our first class.
A week has pased and I haven't sciped school once. It's like some sort of record. Today me and Draco have decided to go over to his house. I have taught him how to drift well sorta. He's geting it. He brings me to a quaint little homeing station. "Mama should be home any time soon." He says and leads me to the basment, its totaly black down there and I stop whaiting for him to turn on the lights. Instead he takes my hand and we drift into a dimly lit room which I guess ishis. We sit down infront of a large holo-grammer but leave it off. "Pearrrl." he says rolling the R's in my name. "I, Can I.....?" He pauses and becomes queiter. I move closer. He reaches out and grabes my shoulders. Pulling me into his embrace he kiss's me. Hard at first then he lessens the pressure and kiss's me softaly. We pull apart and there is silence. "Pearl I am being so embaresed! I-I-" He stuters. "I am so ssss," but I silence him the only way I know how. I kiss him. This time when we pull apart there is a nuteral silence.
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Dun-dun dahhhhhhhhh! More later maby if I feel this piece is actualy worth something.

*jumps for joy* Soccer is back, back, back. Back again, gain, gain, gain! *groans* which also means the pain is back. Our firts game was yesterday. We had no practices and it was my first time EVER playing indoor soccer. I was nervouse all day partly because I had to get up at 6:40 for two Volley ball games (we lost by......alot) and then partly because I was worried I wouldn't be a good indoor keeper. So anyway I only remember bits of the games but we won. OOOO I wanna try writing about it! Ok not my falt if it sucks but this is all true.

CLOCK STARTS 20 MIN/Kick off
"Ok girls! Pick up the pace lets do this! Good pass Jerrie!" I yell and my voice strong from yelling across a large out door soccer field echos threw the stands. I'm loud, positive and maby alittle bossy but I have a perspective no one but me can see. I am the boss but thats how I like it.

10 MINETS TO HALF TIME
Score is 2-2 Dam I think as the other team deeks out my mid-feilder. I start barking out a trail of instructions to keep the offence away. My deffenders know what I'm saying and get in postition. A streak of blue come onus fast and hard. I wince. No way is Callie fast or tough enough to get this girl off my back. Cal's amazing but she wont attake so its me and her now. I'v been told different things, From my goalie speshalty coach at camp that the hip are the place you look to see where the ball is going. My normal coach says their which way thier chest faces is where the balls going. But me, I say the balls comeing be ready to move. Theres no do this do that just GET THE FREAKING BALL AWAY FROM YOUR FREAKING GOAL. At all costs. Its comeing too fast to catch with out breaking something. Just get it away, I chant as it speeds closer. Callie runs to my aid but I yell "Keeper" and she backs off. She know me and my abilitys just like I knew that it was between me and this Blue monster. Callie missed her chanch so now its mine. Don't get me wrong but Cal would just get in the way and screen me so its better she stay out. I hunch down. The moment comes and I push the ball away, Bad move. In out-door soccer my job is to get the ball to the deffence but here in this tight and sweaty areana I have to catch the ball. Hey its my first game I'm still learning. I see a window of hope. The balls falling...fast. down to the rubbery astroturf which in a moment I will find out tastes not so snazzy. All I have time to think is GET THAT FREAKING BALL. No ands ifs or buts. so I do. Pushing aside my second deffence and another blue blure I leap from the plastic grass into midair. I see the ball and I want it. AT ALL COSTS. I think and swip it out of its gravitatinal free fall. I'm not the only one who wanted that ball, Callie jumps andso does the blue girl. I have the ball and I see the blue one Sailing towards me. Next moment I'm leying flat, astroturf in my mouth and a blue jersey on top of me. Callie sits on my ancles. 4 second rule! I pick the my self up spitting little rubber bits and boot the ball as far as I can manage.

HALF TIME
"we are doing great." Coach G tells us. Were winning 4-3 and should be proud. Callie looks at me leying on the ground and ask's how I feel. "Astorturf tasts like my moms caserole" I tell the team. We all laugh.

KICK OFF
"Good job Hale" I pant as the blue forward intersepts the pass. "Nice try"
I wince as Abby and the blue monster who kindly sat on me slam into the bords. "Fight for it!" I yell. Not pysicaly but well you get it right? She wins and passes to B who charges forward and passes to Katie who shoots. The oposing goalie blockes it and kickes it too one of her little minions. I hear the loude voices of parents as they yell out supestions. The first half I had the far end goal now its different because I get to listen to what the poeple are saying about my team. I feel all eyes on suddenly snap to Katie and a blue team member as they come closer to the goal. The blue girl get into my box (the white lines which are like 9 yards wide and 11 yards long. I think)

KICK OFF AFTER A GOAL BY THE BLUEIES
6 min left and we'er leading by 1 point. Another blue girl brings the ball past Katie and I wonder where Callie is when I need her. I see it in this girls eyes she wants to score....badly. The croude (amazingly) shuts up and time slows. I feel each tick tock of the clock go by and I taste the venom of her shot in the air as it wistles over my head. The blueies cheer, the croude breaks its silence and lose interest in the game. They watch from the conner of thier eyes and those who saw where awe struck. Maby it was Volley ball instinct (I'm a hiter so I do the spiking and blocking up at the net), maby I'm just geting realy good, I reach up and meraculosly pluck the ball from its suicadol slam its self into the back wall misson. Instead I slam it down...hard. Like a good, hard spike and it bounces into my hands. The hole stadume (oh yes all 10 poeple) cheer. I shrug and boot the ball forward.

INFRONT OF MY NET
3 minets left and I wont let them score. They'v brocken my deffence 5 times and shot about 6 times. Now there here again. Katie and Callie (my possably best deffence) are nowhere to be found and I find myself once again staring down a tall blue jursyed brunette with would be killer instincts. I see it, no way around it. If I want that ball I have to dive. So I take a breath and through my self at her feet curling around the ball so she can't kick it out of my hands. Shes in mid-swing at the ball. Instead of the ball her foot comes in contact with my shoulder and I loose balance and fall forward. Hello ground I think. Ohhh I struggle to get up but can't. where her foot kicked me hurts. I clutch my prize (the ball) and my shoulder. not the top of my shoulder but the space where you can lay your hand flat allmost directly over your hart but a bit higher. That is guna sting in the morning. but right now I'm so amped up on adrenalin it just is a shock more than anything. "She kicked me" I yell and Callie races over. "you ok?" "Yah yah" I pant. "4 second rule!" She yells over the croude. "right" I shoot back and pick my self up.

IN THE CAR PLAY BY PLAY WITH MOM
MOM-Great game sweet hart.
MY LITTLE SISTER- You won! You won! The other team lost!
ME-Yah
MOM-blah blah blah sports man ship, Blah blah blah how you play the game.
ME-We kicked butt.
MOM-Well yes. Great saves. That one where you just reached up looked effortless.
ME-Meh some where decent, Joan played better then she did in out door.
MOM-Did you get brused around too much?
ME-Dont I always?
MOM-That girl looked heavy.
ME-Poor girl. wasn't expecting me.
MOM-The couple beside my said you where a great keeper.
ME- (I was so close to rolling my eyes) That was nice of them.
SISTER-Moive night!
ME-Can we rent that new soccer movie?
MOM-Of coures

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Sorry that was pretty bad. Anyway Yah thats how it happened we won 6 to 4 and everything hurts. Volley ball game tommorow and a soccer parctice...yay. My shoulders hurt the most but it comes with the game. My mom said to shut up or she'd take me outa soccer. So I'v shut up about the advil which I never got. Ohhh She's The Man, is a grtea soccer movie. When you join Kylaias favorit things (soccer, comady, cute and an addad bouns shirtless guys just kidding and shackpear) you get one amazing movie! Me likey the cheese!

The leave fall genlty to the ground,
They crack and crumpe under my shose,
I can't belive that it is true,
dead and dieing threw and threw.
I step over the rotting leaves,
death rises bright in the air,
the atmosphear seems so unkind,
But yet I feel like nothings there.
I walk threw the rain,
being showerd by a unseen focre.
Wipeing away the sorrorw.
cause....
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
Falls dead but I'm a-live,
I feel the wind whip threw my hair
I feel the ground so dry and bare.
I feel the cloudes up in the sky.
and I'm alive, Ahhh ha ha live!
The feelings lost in the sound,
The colours are deffined.
Lots of things become clear!
I lose sight of all fear.
It lurcks there in my mind
but the rain it brng a peice o what could-hood be.
Cause...
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
Fall has died but I'm not fall,
I love rain it washes all.
I love the high of bein alive.
Baby, you know what?
Maybe it will take some gut.
But step with me threw a rainbow pane
Where sound and silence come as one
Where dark and light are best friends.
Somepoeple arent alive,
Some poeple say not to wittle theire lives away,
Funny that they should know because they haven't tryed it
being alive!
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
Guess what babe your alive!
Guess what you your alive!
Bacause thats what walking in the rain is about.
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Wlaking in the rain is good for the soul. so is danceing in a rainy park when no ones looking after doing 60 sit ups! Try it. I dare you.

Ok so if your reading this scroll down cause its part two of me trying not to put down in words of how i feel. also this is 180 sit ups later 60 more than i did yesterday and I still feel crappy. I'v been haveing more problems with my knee (I ingered it last year in track... i think) and I'v had a feaver going on 3 days now.
ok so take # alot....
Why is this so hard?
I never loved you?
I think it was a cruch.
Developed behind the dustey libary shelves.
Behind the big book of mind riddles,
Which admit it you hated.
Riddles, they make more sence then life most time,
but what made sence was the deep pools of green,
served as your eyes.
I wonder am I just being a drama queen?
Or did I actualy like you?
Why do I feel so left behind?
First Hikcaru, then chan,then catlin, then Winnie, now you.
I know whos next its C.C.
poeple never think about those who got left behind.
Or am I just being a drama queen?

Ow my stomach hurts. I guess 180 situps can do that too you. Or maybe its the feaver. Or maybe I'm just relising that I'v been left behond too many times. Which is funny cause My sister just came down telling me I forgot to call Chan. Well see yah. I g2g make a long distance call.

She said I never felt love,
Mayhape it could be true.
Yet that night you left me,
I felt as I was threw.

Yah that doesn't describe it let my try again.

Funny how she said I had never felt it,
some how I wanted to say I did.
Maybe I didn't
But when you left,
I had nothing left,
Yet there is no tears.
No tears from dry eyes.

Ok now I'm just sounding like someone who hates me. Big breath and try again,

What did you do?
What has come over me?
You where here but now your not,
of course you never knew
or did you?
What is wrong with me I never loved you?
I never loved you?

OMFG! this is sooooo not working!

All that is left is what you see now,
I'm alone with compony,

Damit! Why can't I write it down! What the hell happened too my writing abilitys? Not that I had a hole ton. Ok I'm going to do 60 sit ups and try angain see yah.

Ok kal and jeese I is hoping you is not minding me trying out dis lightning blog. I might make a mess but Me No Care. My ancles a mess.

Last night happened. I know it did not because I resile I was there but because I can still smell the sweat from thier bodys hear the raor of the crowd and feel the adrenalin rush threw my veins. Last night happened. The disaster is only 24 hours behind me. I missed alot of chances. Let alot of poeple down and drank rank tasting liquid. How could I have let it happen? I thought I was incontrole of my body. I guess I wasn't. I guess alot of things happened that I didn't mean for.

48 hours ago
Im at practice. Maby its thhe dim gym lights or the clean smell of elementery gyms but something throws me. I can't hit the dam volley ball and I can't seem to impress the other girls. NOT something I'm used to. I'm used to being one of the best. One of the brightest. NOT one of the ones poeple feel sorry for. But I was.

33 hours ago
I'm in math class (yech) You does Mr. Guderins class smell funny.....always? He lets us sit with our friends I sit with Terren. She smiles "big night tonight, Hu?" I feel my head nod and my brain rattles around in my head makeing me feel like tossing my cheerios all over my math work.

31 hours ago (lunch)
I'm in the cantean. Its my day to volentear. Steve walk's to the counter being obxouse. Hes in my class I think I have a extream dislike for him."Mrs. Fillerman?" I smile sweetly "what do we do if someone is being rude?" She walks the cramped 2 feet over to the front counter and askes "who is?" I point to Steve. "Dont come back." She tells him. I smerk, god I love this job. Finaly I get to make them leave when their rude. I then feel guity was he realy all that rude or was I just geting back at him for spreading that rumour last year? The smell of burning Popcorn fills my nose. I hear the roar of a hundread hungery mouths. "Ok Ok" I smile think nobody cars open the cantean and everyone wants to be your friend.

28 hours ago (after school)
It's going to happen soon. The event that will change everything is going to happen in like an hour. I cant decied what to wear. I have a top piced out but I didn't pick it. I try it on. It looks great. My hair is a mess, should I care? I don't have time to care.

23 hours ago (its time)
I walk in and I feel the warm lights play in my hair. My hair that never got fixed. Its too late now though. The lights make every thing look dim and I see a bench full of drinks. Its game time. I hear the hundred or so "teens" packed in to a space that should be huge but feels so small. I can smell the heat that comes off their bodys. I see them comeing a second to late. They walk over and I freeze. This is my best position I can work it but I freeze. They are taller than I am, Biger , stronger and I feel their eyes on me. My mates leave off. One grips my shoulders. The dance begins. It moves so I move. It brings me closer to the point of no return. We dance, I struggle to break away from the truth. This isn't working. I'v lost controle and it is over. It was going great till IT showed up. I am close to crying and try to sip my bottle of horrable tating gunk.

maby this is geting beter

Ok today sucked big time. First I got 5 out of 14 on a spanish test Ops I totaly forgot that befor that was dance class. It was alfull, its geting realy..... out of hand. I like Jaz much better than hip hop and breaking though. Just the thought of our like 50 yar old teacher yelling at us to be God I don't even wanna say it, its so weird. Then I had a math test then the wrost..... Volley ball. I think I was put on the wrong team. I cant hit as high or as fast as the other girls. My spikes are well I run into the net..... alot. My serves in a work, suck. And My volleys well thats the only thing I'm mediocer at. Oh also Bumps I can't even do that with out someone yelling at me. I think I shall write a story about it. Never mind I'm not in a story writeing mood. I'm in a "get in my way and I rip you apart" kinda mood. I realy feel like crawling into my room and hiding till graphics class tomorw. Then staying there till Volley balls over. First game tomorow. Whaaa I want soccer to come back.
Slowly dieing here,
Kylaia

Oh dear. No ones writing anything! Whaaaa right now its whats keeping me sane so if you guys wont write I will make you suffer threw mine. *cakkles* Ok so here goes.....
OMG! I just wrotesome thing but it was so boring I had to erase it. I think I'll write more on my story.
I raised an eyebrow and strode over to him on my way over I triped over a squate, hairy little man. He yelled angerly at me "where is it! what have you done with it?"
"What have you lost sir" I asked.
"My key," he snapped at me.
I frowned and wondered "what key?"
"My key to my box" He sobbed.
This guy aws strange one heart beat he was angery then the next sad.
"Do you mind if I ask whats in the box?" I stamerd.
"A key you snaggle wart!" He yelled.
"A snaggle wart? Whats a snaggle wart?" I slowly loseing sight of the conversation thread wondered.
His eyes widened in shock "A snaggle wart? Where? Did it have my key?"
Now I must say I was confused, more than normal. Ever since the incident I had not slept and it was starting to take its tole. My head still in a fog from meeting Joneus and the scary crazy man I felt faint. Shuddering I forced my self to fouces. I was Kylaia I could fix any problem. Even this guys. I took a deep soothing breth, the way Fiaro had taught me too and asked, "what did thiskey look like?"
The little wizard furrowed his brows and was complealty silent. I could hear the other wizards mumbaling softaly and chating spells. I took his silence at study him. He was small came up to my sholders maby, He wroe the colours of a older mage. Deep blue. His eyes I noteced where a lush sea green and he had little to no hair on his head. I then rmember something about Mages a roving story teller had once told me. "Wizards are a strange folk, they hide things and lock them away but never will you find a key." I smiled.
Carfully I chose my words playing into his natural pride. Did I mention Wizareds are pride full poeple its a efect of the spells and what not. "A supoir mind like your self would not use a object that can be esaly lost or stolen eazaly. But insted a spell to lock a important box such as the one you have." He nodded a smile creeping onto his face. Even I din't see it comeing when he grabed my hand and gerked my around the room singing "Huzza for Kylaia, Huzza for Kylaia she's done it! Shes solved my problems! He pulled me over too the mage who seemed to be in charge. He had his back too us and like every one else had his back too us. My little mage friend poked him in the small of the back. Slowly he turned around. "yes murous?" His voice was suprisingly soft and clam for such a big man. Murous (I guess thats what they called him) started gabbering away like a young maiden. The young mage turned to me and took my hand. Kissing it he intorduced himself as Gorderin head mage. I smiled and introduced my self. "we've been telling him for moths he usedc a spell insted of a key." Gorderin chuckled. "Don't worrie he makes no sence to everyone but himself. Some say he was destaind to be head mage when a spell went bad. Hes never been the same since."
"So what now?" I asked a question I wanted for once someone else to awnsere.
"Help him open the box, you might find it...... helpfull." He wisperd as he turnd back to his couldron.
I took a look around Murous was siting on the floor muttering to himself. "Do you remember the incantation?" I tryed.
"course I do!" He yelled. "But I need somethings. Some Vertin Berries, a flask of wiskey and a candal."
I nodded and left.
Around Midday I found myself in a little pub, The Black Sheep. It was small and well cared for. I sat down at a table. I should rest I thought. Not now though. I could rest later. I orderd the daily chatch. A large mug of brownish liquid and a tout was placed befor me. I ate veary little of the trout. It hurt to much. Memories floated on the seface and threated to drag me down. To clear my head I reached for my drink. As I raised it to my lips a overwellming smell hit me. It was the smell of men after they drank. I slamed my mug down but to late I was raceing back in time to somewhere compleatly different.
I sat willing this to be over. I hated watching this perticular vision it was reoccouing. I wanted to cry but could not. I wanted to clse my eyes but the vison was their to, so I sat and watched. Three women, the vison was always three women. Three men. They where being held by three men who where stroking them in places I didn't want to think about. The men always smelt of what was in my glass. I truned my head this time I could see other thing, a huge man was being restrained by three other men. His eyes where wide in shoke as he watch the men caresss the women. I turned my body so I could see behind me and gasped. Joneus! He was fighting off more men who all smelt of the strange liquid. Some how I knew he would win.
I was back. In the pub mug in hand about to take a sip of the vile liquide infront of me. I let out a shreak and threw my mug across the room where it splint and shaterd. All eyes where on me. My face flushed and I relised how that must of looked. "what our wiskey not good enough for you?" It hit me in a hert beat of a humming bird. Wiskey. I sat down and went back to my trout but I couldn't settle. The bar tender walked over and I payed for the glass I broke. He sat down and I asked him about Virtin berries and bought a flask of wiskey. He told me there was a patch of berries growing along the south wall of his pub and I was privy to all I wanted. I rushed out and in my exitment or embarisment I'm not sure which tripped on a rock. Slam! I was on the ground in a moment. I picked myself up and walked slowly to get the Virtin Berries. My arm bled.
On the brige back to the mages tower I thought about my day. The sun was soon seting and it was geting cold. I wondered where I would be staying tonight. As I walked up the flight of stairs that would lead me to murous and finding what was in that box I paused. I had to sit for a moment no sleep was slowly starting to draw my strength away from me. I pushed open the door too see it had changed. Insted of many mages hunched over smokey coldrons there where many doors leading into seperat rooms. a door in the middle creaked open and Murous stood aside. I truged in. I set my things down on a table and sat in the chair indicated. Murous no longer looked stressed but now calm. He set too work. I let my eyes wander. Many cabnits and shelves where stacked full of books and neatly organised jars. Unlike this morning it was clean. Not a speak of dust. And well lit too. I search for the soure of light. Non was to be found. Murous cleared his throte. He was standing in the middle of a penticle drawn with berrie juice. a box sat in the middle with the candal Kylaia had found in her pack, on it. He started muttering and the strang light dimmed. He raced about the room chanteing and danceing. He jumped up and landed on the hem on his robe. He picked him self up and started muttering again.
"ah me no beeous,
Eternum ech maller frandis
squibble wab."
Panting he stoped and scratched his head . "What comes next?"
I was totaly taken aback and said the first thing that came to mind.
"Open it now." I felt I had some how said the right thing ........ for once. He walked over and handed it to me. "I know not what to do with it." I stammered. He looked me in the eyes and mimmiked me "Open it now."

Holey crap, that should be ileagle that was so much fun! OMG! Ok Ok I better tell you "what" i did. we got this bouguse (not a word used by many any more) assinment that we had to write a piece for the school bord to grade. So being the stubborn trouble maker that I am I wrote a lovly letter saying how much I hated this assinment and that it wasnt fair cause they knew I was a girl but to me they where just red pens. Id have to read it to get it but it was great. Then to be even more diffacult I translated it into German and I'm gunna hand it in to tuesday in german. So put that in your straw and suck it you red pen!
Always be stubborn,
Kylaia

Bloody hell! Nothing rhyms with Smile! *crys angerly* maby I can't do this. I was in the middle of watching the masquerade seacn for the billonth time and I started re-writing the words I got 6 done and I'm stuck. What the hell I suck! All I got for the fast part was
Force a smile,
Fake a laugh,
I suck at rhyming,
I'm fed up,
I'm geting angery,
This dam song better shut up up soon,
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,
*pulls out knife and comes close to chopping everything up*
Masquerade!
*Brandishes knife*
I'm have too much fun now...
Excuse me while I go stop haveing fun

OMFG! My friend sent me a bunch of his comics but I have to give you guys the web scite. Now just remember Kris willson is a 18 year old guys so some of the comics are alittle........ strange. They remind me a bit of Jons humor. Si realy Jon will probably find this the funnysent. But hey I thought some of then were hilariouse. so go to http://kris-wilson.deviantart.com and then go to his gallery. I think its the second page but one is full of hilarose comices. Ohh just to tell you I only read the ones that looked like simple comices there the funny ones. So happy funnys and happy easter {you'll get it if you look at the scite}

*looks about to explode with happyness* I made the A team I made the A team! yesssssssssssssss I was exepted onto the A volleyball team. Also I got a drum set for my movie all I need now is a base player, a drummer, my song re-writeen, 3 electric gutarests or acoustic gutarists and a portable key bord. Ohhh yah and did I mention a cast!?!? *hyperventalats* oh no! *thinks about miss sagon* Chew voy vay. Chew voy von. On and on. *calms down* ok im good. I have to get this done but I have to be organized.

*looks arond a bit uncomfortabley* well now, this is acward. I feel like nothing I write is being heard. Can you hear my voice is calling? Can you see? Look in my eyes. Sorry had to be said its a old choir song. I feel poetic and yesterday I thought of some stuff that would be great. I realy wish you guys ould say some fin not like you say to kal "it was amazing" or "great job" just tell me you read it. I feel a bit like noones listening. Kal posted but all she talked about was well how she felt, not about the piece.
Ok so here goes nothin.....
I want to dream,
Dream, Dream in light.
Dream in sound,
Dream in technicolour,
But compared to you I dream in gray.
I dream ugly uncorordinated dreams,
You dream, you dream in organized patters to fit your world.
But to me you dream in gray,
Everyone dreams in gray.
Exept me.
I dream technicolour with sinthetic sounds and a track for every momorie every feeling.
Every movment and every word can tip my world. Send it spining into a unaverse all to its self. Then I can seperate, and organized but in my unorganized way that you would never get.
So dream in colour cause your missing out.

Who am I?
Why is everyone reminded of them self when they look into the deep pools of my eyes?
Is it the soft brown or are the eyes the souls brodcasting station?
Do they see me watching,drinking in every detail?
Did Cat see me watching her pain? Takeing a intrest in others lives?
Am I crazy for wanting to understand how we work?
Why do poeple think we are the same?
Do I want to be the same?
Do I want to be a old woman or a spunky reble? W
hy sould I have to choose?
Why do poeple want me to be a mime?
Boxing me in a unseen cage of jugment and sterio-types.
Are we the same or am I Dr. Jeyckle and Mr. Hyde rolled togethger?
No I'm a mix a fabulose combination of me, me and more me.
I can't find anyone like me cause there is no one! I see parts of me but not me!
I am me.

Are we here?
Are we there?
Are we realy anywhere?
Did we do?
Did it do?
Would it do?
Will it do?
What are we?
Mortals tangled in a game of godly "life"
or are we the same stuff as dust and ashes and stars?
If all we have to remember an event is memories and all we have when we wake is memories which ones happened? Hows to say we arent dreaming in the day but sleeping?
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Ok that was strange..... Oh well seh sera sara what ever will be will be. the futures not owers to see *looks mischivouse* or is it?

Eruica! Jimminy crikkit! Golly gee! Last night I was struck! Struck by a forse to great it *almost* knocked me off my feet. It was an idea!!!!!!!
If anybody was listening yesterday I felt les mizerables about my creativity. I left me and I got a horrable sensation that everything I said was uncreative and crappy. I spent 2 hours of graphices class close to tears bacuae I couldn't find the right way to draw my company simbol {thats still a problem but we get more class time to work it out.} Then I had melt down cause my movie ideas where dead, Nine, Nada and el finito. I sayed up trying desperatly hard not to think about a zillion things at one time. Any way I was sitting listening to masquarade {yes i know i probably spell't it wrong so bite me} to maby get inspired for my company drawing {I named the company masquarade........ I mean what else?} Then I took the C. D. to my room and had a startaling reviation my stroy! I then grabed for the nerest piece of something I could write on {my sketch book} and wrote what the movie shots and how it will looks out. Only problem.............. I'm a huge perfectinost {yah yah spelling bite me again} and I want to act in it but I also want to direct. I think I'll just get Annie or Ohh I dont know some one with some scrap of acting talent and get them to do it. Also I'm geting two talented guys to write me a
costom made piece I need gutarisets, a drumer, dancers, a key bord player and someone who can film. Wow I need lots of things well I have the gutarists and sme of the dancers and Annie wanted to do make up and key bord. Ok so heres my movie It simple form the charicters dont have names so deal with it...............
First shot: a girl {lets call her G1} and a chess trophy shes poseing for a picture, the sutter clicks and the photo starts morphing.
Shot two: The trophy has mofed from a chess man to a soccer ball and more girls are in the picture the all looks happy and hold the trophy up high.
Shot three: the camera zooms in on the troghy and zoom out on a room with the two trophys on a shelf. Sitting under that G1 is doing homework.
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ok so you know shes a good student and she is good at many things.
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Shot 4: the girl is runing to class she is triped by another girl {we can call her G2} who is wearing a ton of makeup and surounded by her clique members.
Short 5: G1 is walking in the hall again but this time there are many kids {or maby on ly G2's gang m not sure tell me} G2 starts wispering bhind her hand to a gilr who smirks and looks at G1. The screen doubles and they contuine wispering the screen doubles again and more wispering {it goes on till I say so.}
Shot 6: G1 crying in her bed, the room goes technicolour and dream like the shapes blure and a fairy appers {thats right I said fairy} she grants one wish G1 has a bubble over her head with the trophys and G2 face in it. She points to G2 meaning popularity.
Shot 7: the song masquarade starts I'm rewiting the words but so far its " masquarade made up {or make up im not sure yet} faces on parade hid your face so the world will never find you {meaning hid who you are so you can be like us} Masquarade every face a differenct shade look around theres another face behind you. { And yah this it but it will be better.} Ok so I am corriogerfering {bite me} a huge dance saecne {again with the biteing!} and at first it looks naturle {the dance moves} G1 is strugaling to match timeing and moves.
Short 8: them when the words "masquarade come in G1 puts her hands infront of her face like peek-a-boo and her faces if covered in make up.
Shot 9: things start changeing like har hair is dyed....maby and her nail ae done.
Shot 10: my favorit shot. In this one G1 is geting the hang of the dance and is falling under G2 controle {sounds corny} then 2 other girls come and start cuting up G1s skirt. Its gets short but not pervertidly so just like a mini skirt then G1 starts runing untill she runs into a guy who pulls her close and trys to dance with her but she tears away and falls befor G2 on a throne {he he throne I love them} she crys and her maskara runs G2 burns her books and makes her bullie her friends. She is shackled and made to dance.
Shot 11: She is danceing in chains the dance has goten faster and crazyer and her make up was fixed. G1 looks happy but you can tell shes not.Asingal tear runs down her face and the camera zooms in on the tear it shines and is pure. The tears turns into a rapids scean {aw more bites lol}
shot 12: black

Wow.... The phantom of the opera is there inside my mind! OMFG it was amazing! Their was tons of kissing and Cristean was Amazing! I got a shirt that says Primadonna {ovously} and a lepel pin in the shape of a mask and a program and a poster. We {my mommy and me} had too get all jazed up. I was forced to actualy brush my hair and put on my lond black performance skirt. And those shoose oh godess they sucked. I had to borrow my moms and they were pionty and tall. I swaer walking around I looked like a drunk. I tryed my best to show that this was normal. Like I'v been to a zillion plays les miz, the king and I, Josef and the amazing technicoloured dream caot, foot loose, Adia and the wizard of oz. Oh pluse the Mikkado but that was a realy fancy operaetta. I still liked it though. But this..... this was amazingly stunning! I was eanchanted and the effects were awsome. Like he throws a smoke bome and dissapears the one thing that bugged me was the chandalear it fell slowly and didn't make a hole lot of noise. The set was amazazing same for the costumes. All in aall I'm stunned cause it was just amazazing!
Hes thier the phantom of the opera!

Ok so I have something on my mind I realy want to write and I think I'll just trust my self and do it here goes....
Ahhhhh ok I let my self try it but I had to erase it so second try.........
I could tell from the start, what was going too happen i could see it. I hoped I was wrong but I wasn't. I wasn't normaly wrong about this sort of thing. I remember it well it all started in grade 2 I couldnt see it then but after moving from my school and nabour hood I left behind something that I never realy wanted but like I said I couldn't see it at the time. My new school, My new home, my new start. I made friends fast but I was stupid and made the wrong friends. Three girls Sidney, Catlin and Sara. We ruled the school literaly. I didn't see it at the time but we hurt each other verbaly so we would feel better. I remember lies and gossip but it was grade 2, 3 and 4 so it was harmless. Then the danger came I relised how imature my group was. So I made new friends. I remember leaveing the school to go into middle school. I remember being proude that I had gotten away from something that had almost caught me twice. I remember saying sorry to those I had hurt and I remember one a boy by the name of Jack who they had riddiculed badly. I remember his smile as I said I was sorry that I didn't help him. He told me it was ok but I felt bad. I took those feelings into grade 7 and thats where this story realy begins. It was September and I was exieted. We would get a new start. Away from those we had hurt and the lies we had told. I was glad to change. I was put in Catlins class. We stuck together like glue. But I watched her back, fended away the new girl Larissa I could see right threw her. She hadn't changed. I relised that even though we hadent gone to elementry together I still knew who she was. She was just a girl behind a mask of eye shadow. It was the walk-a-thone that things changed. Mid september , Catlin and me walked together. we could have walked with Sidney and Sara but we didn't. A girl walked up. I knew her. I had watched as she had tip towed around Larisa. Trying not too upset the queen. But she did. Who could blame her? Now she wanted to be our friend. Who could blame her? I knew why though. It was because i had looked out for Catlin and pertected her from Larisa. This girl was the start of Catlins fall. I decided to let her in. I mean me and Cat where good friends but I think we did good together. Like we needed each other. Cat was trendy I was......... not I could stand up to Larisa and soon we would find out Cat could not. The girls name Audry. I found I actualy liked her. But soon she started to bug me. I know, I know I sound like a controle freak but I wasn't she just made me uneasy. She wore short scirts and heavy make up. A mask. A mask to hide the real her from the world. But the real her wasn't bad but after so many years of Larisa the mask wouldn't just wash off. I don't remember how it happened but I lost controle of Catlin. I wasn't exectaly controleing her. But I somehow lost her in her short scirts, eye shadow and crushes.I wasn't telling her what to wear, who to talk to and what to eat, but maby I wouldn't have lost her than. Then again that would be just as bad. Turns out I was right Audrey needed us for pertection from Larisa and I gave it too her. All I asked was she not try too go back to Larisa. It was a silent agreement but still valid. It almost worked. For a while it was Cat, Audrey and me. Then Larisa wanted Audrey back cause Sam {the girl that took Audreys place as best friend} had kissed Andy {Larisas boyfriend.} So Audrey gave herself up too lies, boys and shorts scirts. Thats when I lost Cat, I don't remember how but I did she was lost in it too. So I made new friends. They were't great just skin deep but then came Maya. She was failing, had one friend and was just plain wierd. I took a chance and helped her first it was just with her grades then it was friends. We became inseperable. But I was still thinking about Cat. She was a new person. A meaner person. The life that had tryed to take me in twice now was after cat. It was sucsesfull. I was still keeping contact with her. Trying desperatley to remind her who she was. But then Larisa gave Cat something I could not. Boys. Larisa bescause of the way she acted and dressed literaly had train of boys folowing her around. Cat chose a jerk named Mitch. I had heard of him. He was a loser and ass but she ovouly saw something in him that I did not. At this point Cat was still on the edge of the group sure she had a boyfriend but she had not proven her self yet. She was still being Catish. Halloween dance came and past. Then it started to get bad. Up untill this time Cat had everything sorted out. She was Cat+Larisa slave+Mitches girl. And it balenced. Larisa started to lose her pacentces and made up her mind. Cat was not to be in their group. Nastey rumers floated around the school. Mitch broke it off with Cat. I was scared for Cat the tables had turned. But she loved her life like that lieing to get what she wanted and abousing poeple too be Larisa friend. So she got a mask. Some short skirts and eyes shadow and she was set. Party invatations came and went. I could see cat strugaling. Larisa against Cats morals. Not a hard battle. Larisa won. I found cat crying in the washroom once I ask what was wrong all I got was a weid eyed stare. I saw pictures of Mitch crumpled and torn at Cats feet. I wante to help but I couldn't. I would have but I couldn't. I tryed but I got ataked by Cat. I had simply asked Larisa to step down. Nut Cat fought alone. She fought a desperat battle to win Larisa back from Audrey. Rumores flew so did Feelings. I found Cat some times even Audrey and other girls from Larisas pack with their eye shadow rolling down their cheeks and a salty tast in the air.
After cristmass was the wrost. It was full on war between Audrey, cat and Larisa. The last time I saw Cat she was holding a good-bye card and crying more tears she let her mask slip. That was the last time I saw her. Haven't seen her since.
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ok so the names and ages have been changed but these events are true. I hope you like it. And I congradulat you for reading till the end and not falling asleap. I thought it was a bit boring too but I couldnt think how else to tell it.

*winces* since what you have been seeing is a hologram things that happen to holokylaia take tiime to get to me. So if someone hits me it takes a hole day for the pain to catch up. I'm scared dam scared for what is comeing. I mean I'm not sure I'll live threw it and noone can catch up too me and heal me so I'm on my own.... I'm in the ice fortress of Ferdara but more later.
Here's hopeing I'll live too tell the next tale,
Kylaia

ok I wanted to try my hand at a comic soheres where I'm at this part is intitled "getting to Ferara" I know its hard to read but I hope its good. So enjoy.........
Ops this was suposed to go on top but what ever. Ok so you cant see any of the words so I'll write em up.
Come on girl just a little farther we have to beat the storm!

Come on Nikki don't be dumb!

Fine I'll leave them!

Holy goddess!

Great I get to drownd or freeze to death! Luckey me!

Omg is that a tiger? Great add being mauled to death to my list!

For kylaia the world turn black but for Radames and Nikkiat the world is a snowey mess. the stom has caught up with them and all though Radames is a strong young tiger he struggles to carry the frozen body of the young women threw the storm. And her horses in no help always freeting if this young lady will be okay. She better be or all hell will be heard in Fedara.

Hey guys I finaly finised it it only took like a month! Anyway hope you like it. It only took forever because I couldn't find anything for marr to wear!

ok heres kal I'll try the others later *sighs* the are of guys exept becca but I need a picture of her to do it.

hey guys im makeing a thing with all of us on it and I need some feed back. Im editing whatpoeple are wearing and Jesse first cause everthing I did looks good regardless of if I did a good job or not! So vote!

hey guys yesterday me, jon, jesse and era where dancein and I thought it would be fun to make pictures iv only got jesse done though so heres jesse in all her glory. P.s jesse if yuo dont like it tell me and ill take it down

Dear guys,
a couple days ago, that was a unsettled stop. I really must get on with my trip. I had to teleport to fally but I can't teleport to where I was. So Me and Nikki have had a hard ride. We finale broke the border of Asgaranain late yesterday. I can't keep coming back to help deal with stuff please guys I'm passing the last portal back now. So please I want a home to return to. Don't rip each other apart. Any way now that I know you couldn't ride fast enough to catch me if you wanted I feel I can answer Kalinkas question. See I knew if I didn't get a head start you would try to come and stop me but now you can't. So Kal asked a good question. She asked where the sun set is... Well Kal as you {hopefully} know the sun is in the sky. So of course Sun set castle is in the sky. Know I know your wondering because I am not like Jon and can not fly so to reach it I must *sighs* "leave my body." No not "die," not completely. Its more like sleeping but not. Oh dear its hard to describe but hear goes. Since I truest non of you will disrespect me and try to follow I will tell you what I have to do to get there. First I must get the key of bwrw eira. I'll need it for getting in to the snow castle. In the snow castle I must spent 2 hours incomplete silence. Not moving, not talking, not seeing and not hearing. In a suspended animation. I can then find the clove of fayries. I must convince I am worthy of knowing the secret of where the castle of sins is. If I should succeed I will be ready for my journey to it. The castle of is a mimic of the sun set castle. It houses the portal to sun set castle and other cloud castles. In case you're wondering the castle was a present from the gods to the people of earth but it was truest by a evil god to be delivered to earth. He plegged it would get there but not in what condition. It is a total mirror of the real one. Anarchy rains free and sins run rampant. But the most evil thing is the keepers of this castle there are 6 of them and each try to tempt sun seekers {me!} from their paths. And If I can get softly past them I will find myself at the last part of my journey. I must then separate my spirit from my body. I'm a little nervous about just leaving my body in a seemingly unlocked room. I will be in a deep sleep or unconcerned. The only thing except for me coming back myself is the hole "true love kissy" thing. Yah that's right. Those poor girls weren't cursed they where in sunset castle. Maybe cause its a safe haven from unwanted suitors? LOL. I would have given you guys the key to my room and the portal ring. {Putting on the ring will bring you just outside my chamber and the key I hope you guessed it opens the door.} But I don't what you guys to have another thing to do. I'm just wondering who to give it too. If you guys have any sugestions tell me! So yah I'll tell more when I get there. So I was gunna say see yah but........... The separation of me from my body is difficult and *closes her eyes* dangerous. It could go wrong but it won't. I hope.
Lots of love
P.S.
Marr I didn't make up black Annis I was going to make something up but I thought you of you. And remember how much you like wickapia. So I tried to pick one who you could wickapida. You might just have to goggle her but she could come up on wickapida.

Hey guys,
Finaly I am safe. For the time being... I escaped them with little more than a scratch. Thank you Jon for playing hide and seek with me. Lol. Great skill to have. Any way I found out the wilder the tale the more likely it is true. Ever heard of Black Annis? *shivers* she attackts any one who comes past her specalty it childeren *looks sensitive* but I am not a child! All though many of you think of me as younger and dumber *giggles* actualy its a excuse to be silly. So anyway she had blue tintet skin and one eye sown shut! She wears the skin of the childern she killed! *shivers* Just think I could have been a pair of boots! Of course they would have be kisk ass boots but yah know I'm not much of a walker! Lol. *sighs* anyway I have found a safe haven. You'll never guess with who though! A bunch of gypsies! Mala one of my best friends is here! They are going the oposite way but I am staying with them tonight. Anyway Love you guys lots!
P.S.You guys never commented on the second part of my story *crys* was it realy that bad?

sorry guys the I deleated the last post by me it made no sence and it was just something I made up {there is a sun set dress though it comes in later} so kal could see the dress sp *does madagascar ponguin thing* you didn't see any thing.
*wispers* hey guys I dearly hope I live to send this letter. I'm geting way to ahead of my self now though. I'v not much time actualy I have alot of time {that is unless we get caught} to write. ok well me and Nikkita have been on the road for about 2 days now and we where makeing good time. Apart from the fact Nikk trys to kill me ever chanch she gets we where doing great. Then it started to pour! Like abloululty pour. We couldn't see anything! The rain came down and soaked us and everything we had *looks out from hay bail* Its still raining but its let up just a bit. Any way I had heard storys about well don't lsugh things that are sorta like rain monsters. If you are soaked threw and threw they can tear threw your soggy flesh and eat you alive. Well know i know the storys are wrong.... omg more later! *blows out candal and is super quiet*

Dear Amicitia,
I think that it is time for me to leave lucid seed. I am not trying to copy Kal in this but I have know from the start this would happen. I'm leaving a song that deceives something about the time I spent with you on you blog and if you don't have a blog I will leave it on you character description Jon will probably be the only one who knows why I am leaving but even he may not know. So here's one to start its really a duet but it'll work this way to.....
Some thing has changed within, me something is not the same I'm threw With playing by the rules of someone else's game. To late for second guessing to late to go back to sleep. Its time to trust my instincts close my eyes and leap. Its time to try defining gravity. I think I'll try defying gravity, and you cant pull me down. {cant I make you understand you having dulustions a brand new} I'm threw with excepting limits cause someone says their so. Something I can not change but till I try I'll never know to long I've been afraid of losing love I guess I've lost. Well if that's love it comes at much to high a cost. I said I'd try defining gravity, Kiss me good bye I'm defining gravity and you can't pull me down. Kalinka, jon come with me. Think of what we could do together. Unlimited our future is unlimited. Together we'll be the greates team there's ever bin. Dreams the way we planned em If we work in tandem. There's no fight we can not win. Just you and I defining gravity we're flying high defining gravity. Just you and I defining gravity there never bring us down! Well?Are you coming? *they shake their heads... No* I hope your happy now that your choosing this . I hope it brings you bliss I really hope you get it and you don't live to regret it. I hope you happy in the end I hope you happy my friend. So if you care to fine me look to the northern sky as some one told me lately every one deserves the chance to fly and if I'm flying solo at least I'm flying free to those who ground me take a message back from meeeeee! Tell then how I'm defying gravity I'm flying high defying gravity and soon I'll catch them in renown and no body in all of RS no wizard that there is or was is ever gunna bring me down!
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Okay so it's not quiet my reson for leaveing I don't mind playing by the rules but in some ways I do but not those rules ahhhhhhhh I'm makeing no sence. Anyway take it how you will it's not to insult if thats what you think. *Saddles Nikkita* ok ok I know she tryed to kill me but shes fast and young so I'm takeing her. *pulls suitcases put beside her* Hiay!

Bye for now I'll post later......hopefully.