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    Okay people, this is my first time writing any story of any sort outside of school. If it sucks, then that's not my fault-at least, not really... :embarrassed:

    NOTE: Some people may find some comments offending (see 2nd sentence of 4th paragraph). If you do, then you'll just have to deal with it. I try to not put anything dealing with religion/ethnicity in my very few works, so that shouldn't be a problem.

    I haven't come up with a title yet, if I do then I'll post it.

    Here goes...

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    PROLOGUE

    The lemon yellow spirit looked its companion. "Are you sure that this is the one? This young child is the one that we seek?"

    "Why, would you doubt me?" replied the other being, a pastel blue spirit. "I know what I'm doing."

    "I never said you didn't," the first spirit said quickly, as if to make up for a mistake.

    "Where have your calculations brought us timewise with this operation?"

    "The way I see it, that person will arrive...erm...well," the yellow spirit said uncomfortably, "in about a decade and a half."

    Silence followed the spirit's words. Nothing moved.

    "Tell me something, Risika," said the blue spirit coldly. "Why did you not tell me of this delay? I said in the beginning that I need to know everything that may go wrong with this."

    "W-well, I-I don't exactly know..." Risika stuttered. "The thing is, no sign of such a delay showed up in any results. Not even possible. My thinking is that time here is different than what we're used to. A year here is an hour at home."

    "But surely you would have known that?" asked the other spirit.

    "Well, actually, I wouldn't have, Cambrejay," replied Risika with a brave attempt at making it a throwaway comment.

    "Oh? Why not?" inquired Cambrejay, without any interest.

    "Listen, it's getting late, we should get back to-" Risika was suddenly cut off by a flash of bright orange light. But was it light? It seemed to be a shadow with a light in the middle.

    "Aaaaaahh!" screamed Risika. "Cambrejay! DO SOMETHING!"

    Cambreejay looked around, helpless. "I can't do anything. It's some sort of shadow rain..."

    He suddenly collapsed, with no warning.

    Risika screamed again. "CAMBREJAY! NOOOOOO! COME ON, DON'T LET GO, I'M HERE!" She lay her head on top of his lifeless essence and cried.

    The job of finding the right person, the savior, was entirely up to her. And she had no idea where to look.

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    CHAPTER ONE

    Roxanne sat in her seat, half asleep and listening to Three Days Grace's "Riot" loudly to keep from becoming two halves asleep. This is crazy. It's already August. Just yesterday it was May, and we still lived in our home. She had had to wake up at five twenty-five just to shower for school and give her sister enough time to shower too. All because Mom insisted that riding the bus would be a great way to make friends. No, the only friends she had were the guys in the neighborhood-Alec, Preston, Robert, and Klay. And really, she only knew Preston. The second day they were there, he was riding his cherry red dirt bike up and down the street while she was walking the dog, and stopped to introduce himself and apologize for nearly running Belle over. That led to a conversation about dogs and dirt bikes and a whole bunch of random stuff. Alec seemed pretty nice, but nerdy; Robert was pretty dull. Klay had gone to Florida the day after her family had moved in; she only saw him once.

    Screeeeeeeee-whoosh! Roxa's bus was probably put together from scrap metal from the nearest junkyard. It was the loudest thing she had ever ridden... Her head rolled against the window; her eyelids fell. She fought to stay awake and at least look at this girl who was getting on now. Of course. She sits with her friends and doesn't even notice me. I'm a nobody. I hate this place. It's in the middle of redneck country. I mean, the space is nice, but why can't the people here be slightly civilized? The bus grew loud with insults coming from the back. Apparently someone had "burned" someone else. The girl laughed. Choruses of "Hey Taylor, did you spend the summer in the chocolate factory?" and "Hey Oompa-loompa!" filled the bus as the girl named Taylor-the one that had just gotten on-sat down next to some redhead. As she put her stuff down, Roxa saw that she had a Paramore poster in the clear pocket on her binder. So she likes Paramore too, huh? Well, maybe I could say something...maybe not, Roxa thought as Taylor started to talk loudly. She wondered if her mom would let her be a car rider if she said she was claustrophobic. She really was, she had just never told her parents. Bus 129 was tiny and cramped, and the crowd of people seemed to be closing in on her. Relax, just look out the window...don't be sick... Roxa thought.

    If only she had pretended to be sick. She certainly had felt like she was about to pass out that morning, but her mom didn't fall for that. Alexa had used up all of the "I'm sick" plays to stay home from school before Roxa even knew what "play" meant in that sense. No, her mother was an expert in that area. It would take real sickness to stay home. Unfortunately, all Roxa had that morning was a killer headache (unable to be proven, said Mom) and a slight fever of 99.3, according to the thermometer. Roxa hated that old thermometer. It was skinny, poky, cold, and waaaaay too uncomfortable to stay in her mouth under her tongue for more than a few seconds.

    As the bus rolled to a screeching halt in the school parking lot, Roxa stood up, ready to walk right off of that piece of junk. "Roxanne Morris, siddown NOW er else yer get'n wrote up!" yelled her bus driver with her country accent. I don't think anyone here talks normally. But I guess to them, talking like that IS normal. Queer.

    Finally the doors opened and Roxanne jumped off, looking at her schedule. Pre-algebra, first and second period. The worst possible first ninety minutes of a school day. Ever. Third period, P.E. That's not too bad. Fourth period, electives. Roxa hoped she got art first; she was an excellent artist. Fifth, social studies, a.k.a. naptime. Sixth period was lunch. Seventh was science, which Roxa wasn't too good at at her old school. But her proficiency in subjects relied upon the teachers, not the content. Last year, her science teacher had been awful; therefore, she made low A's. She liked Mr. Wilson, for she had met him at the open house the week before and talked with him. The last two periods were for English-or, as they called it, "Communications Skills." That's a really weird name for a class, why not just call it English? Roxa hoped that her pre-algebra teacher was nice, because if he or she wasn't then they'd be treated with a scream. Roxanne Morris's morning was NOT turning out well.

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    I know it's pretty bad and can desperately use some work, but it's my first time. Comments welcomed!

  2. Posted

    It's been nearly a month since anyone posted anything at all. When will you post more, Saha? I miss the regular updates! :cry:

    ...But if you're too busy, then I think we all-"we" meaning everyone who is addicted to this, like me-understand. Or at least, I do. :biggrin: Don't feel pressure to get out a chapter every day, do it on your own time.

  3. Posted

    So yesterday was just a regular day at school. I am going to be on our school's production crew (the kids who do the morning announcements) so I went to the library and production room as usual. The only out-of-place thing that had happened that morning was that the high school across the street was getting their monthly bomb threat earlier than usual, before school even started. Normally they were in the late morning or afternoon. I was vaguely worried for some of my high school friends like Jeff, Laura, Brian, and Brianna, but I figured that they'd be alright, they're all smart people. The announcements went well, I didn't screw up the cameras, and so I went to class. Pre-algebra nearly put me to sleep as usual. Then for third period I went to P.E. I hate how they make us do P.E. in the mornings when everyone's slow and asleep. We went outside and played a hybrid game of tennis, baseball and kickball (the rules were like kickball, we played with a tennis racket and ball, and we hit the ball and ran like baseball) which was boring. Midway thorugh the game Ms. Keil ordered us all back inside or else we'd be suspended. Naturally, we all ran, thinking OMGIT'SABOMBTHREAT!!!

    Everyone thinking that was dead-on, for that's exactly what it was.

    After a while, maybe half an hour, of sitting in the gym, the principal's voice comes over the intercom.

    "Attention students and staff, we have an emergency. At the sound of the bell, all SIXTH graders need to go to the FRONT of the building and across the street to the football stadium at the high school. Teachers need to help kids there. Have all students bring their belongings with them. I repeat, this is a serious emergency. Stay calm--"

    I didn't hear the rest for the screaming.

    Everyone was screaming and hyperventilating and panicking and "OHMYGODITISABOMBTHREAT!!!" and etc. The bell rang and hordes of sixth graders ran by, trying to be the first ones out and across the street. Then Mrs. Chinnis (the principal) said for the seventh graders to leave and everyone upped and ran. I had to hold Alisha's hand to not get lost. And we believe in the buddy system in times like those. We made it over to the stadium and teachers were tryhing to calm everyone and there was pandemonium in general. After around 75 minutes we were allowed to go back across the street to the middle school, and upon entering were told to go to our fifth period classes when the bell rang. Seventh grade eats lunch during sixth period, eighth in fourth, and sixth in fifth. Well, the sixth graders and eighth graders just ate together and took about an hour and a half. Seventh grade finally got to eat in seventh period. Most of the kids I know, including myself, were about to faint. Between the heat, panic, worry, and hunger, it was easy. I think I ate faster than I have ever eaten in my entire life that day. But seriously, all disasters have to happen in fifth period, pushing back the seventh graders for lunch. The tornado gave us exactly ten minutes to eat lunch. The fire drill (false alarm, but unplanned) gave us fifteen. And now we were held back and given seventeen minutes to eat. My school is insane. The one thing I'm looking forward to in the eighth grade is earlier lunch times. That's it. I mean, it was CRAZY! :wacko:

    I think my school hates seventh graders. I really do. :unsure: And I think it hates me especially, because I was the one person who didn't have enough money to buy a full lunch and could only get a side dish. And the day before I had put twenty dollars into my account. So that means either someone bought a whole load of extras ($1 each) or multiple people are using my account. :angry:

    ...Just had to get that out there.

  4. Posted

    Dude. (X)xMidnaxXXxLinkx(X). That's pretty frickin' sweet, the typing thing you just did. :huh: I've never seen anything like that before...AWESOME! :joy:

    Hi, my full name is Emily Ann but I generally go by Emily, and I live in the middle of nowhere, North Carolina! "The middle of nowhere" defined as Monroe; not the actual city, but almost on the limit. :tongue:

    I have an older sister, two parents, and two dogs. I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, but moved when I was barely a year old on New Year's Eve. (Not telling the year, someone could figure out how old I am and where I live :fear: lol.)

    My entire family history is from the U.K.--my father's mother's parents came over from the Isle of Sky (Skye?) in Scotland, and my mother's side is English-Irish. The part of Ireland in the U.K. And one of my too-many-greats-to-count grandfathers on Mom's side signed the Mecklenberg Declaration of Independence! :D Oh yeah, and two of my extremely distant grandfathers or great-uncles (like, 1700-1800s) were excavated under a lot in Charlotte, along with their wives. Pretty neat. Anyways...

    I'm in advanced classes (math and reading are one grade above my actual grade) and I hate it. Not the work, the people and teachers. About 99% of my teachers are awful. My gym teacher is the former football coach of a high school and he's 75 years old!!!! I hate him.

    Another thing is that I remember the night I moved for the first time without ever being told anything about it other than it was New Year's Eve. I don't have a photographic memory but Mom says it's close. I don't believe her. I don't even know what I ate for lunch! :embarrassed:

    ...Oh yeah, and my favorite food right now is baked ziti. My favorites change a lot. :unsure:

  5. Posted

    I think I'll copy Ryu and make a list of all the people who pop into my head. Not in order.

    CG

    YLA

    Sahaqiel

    Oh Noes

    SK

    G333

    Arcanelord

    LDGM

    Zoe2995 (not sure about the numbers, I just copied Ryu again)

    GM

    Gingerlink

    All I can think of at the moment... :tongue:

  7. Posted · Edited by Musicale Personna (see edit history)

    I haven't read all of this, but can we use a different FONT for the whole message as long as it's readable? Becuase I wanted to use Courier New for everything (it's "my" font) and I'm not sure if it follows these rules or not. And anyway, is it possible just to take the extremely bright, neon, and dark colors off of regular post formatting? Leave it for the signatures? If that's not possible then this is crazy. I like using this formatting. I use maroon most of the time but I can barely read it if it's a lot of text bunched up on a dark background like this. Then again my eyesight (not light-sight, just sight) sucks. I mean it. It's really bad, I'm practically blind. The weird thing is, I can see colors vividly... :unsure:

    And about five font colors hurt my eyes to read, but that's only because I have light-sensitive eyes. My laptop screen is really dim, I have to highlight any text other than the really light colors like the green above to see it, which really means the whole site. But that's just the computer. This thing is old, maybe six years? Five? I've lost track. :P

  8. Posted · Edited by Musicale Personna (see edit history)

    Someone's been eating his steroids... :huh:

    Indeed.

    I've been eating my fajitas. :taco: (Not quite the same thing...)

  9. Posted · Edited by Musicale Personna (see edit history)

    FACT TWO

    Though English is my first language and virtually all of my friends use it as their primary language, rarely do I speak English at home, where Tagalog and Japanese are primarily used because of my parents, despite both my parents being fluent in English as well. I think that's kind of interesting.

    Tagalog? Do you live in the Philippines, or are from there? I have a missionary friend who lived in the Philippines. She's trying to teach me Tagalog, and it's not working that well... :P That is interesting. Another one of my friends is fluent in Japanese.

    My facts:

    ONE

    I have a photographic memory, or at least an extremely good one. I remember the night we moved for the first time (I was barely one) without ever being told about it. :huh:

    TWO

    I'm actually a bit of a klutz... :embarrassed: I always knock things over and break stuff and etc. etc...

    THREE

    I have OCD (obsessive/compulsive disorder). If I do something with one foot, I have to do the same thing with the OTHER foot, and I have to have things in a perfect, specific way. :wacko: My family gets so annoyed with me sometimes! :biggrin:

    FOUR

    I'm really good with colors and patterns, and can't stand it when something clashes with something else. Like when I was watching American Idol one week, and Chikezie (is that how you spell it?) was wearing a gray, white, and kelly green argyle patterned sweater and a honeydew green tie. The greens looked just AWFUL, I couldn't look at anything else....I also helped to coordinate all the rooms in my house. My mom calls me "her professional design consultant". Even though I'm twelve.

    FIVE

    I have never broken/sprained a bone or joint. The most serious injury I've ever had was in September, when I was pushed down onto the hardwood gym floor by accident. I twisted my right knee about 180 degrees and fell on it. The bruise was literally bright purple and 8 inches in diameter. Luckily, it was on a Friday, so I didn't have to go to school with crutches. The bad part was that it was during the morning so I had to limp around school all day, and I had to go to a football game on Saturday. I had to use crutches up and down bleachers and stairs and uneven ground. It was hell. :wacko:

    Extra:

    -I have never set foot in a Hollister store.

    -I rarely ever swear. (With the exception of the above description of the football game. :P )

    -My fingers bend inward, kind of. These are my fingers, from left pinky to right pinky (not including thumbs): | ( ) | | ( ) |

    -I have danced for ten years. First nine ballet, third to ninth jazz, and eighth to tenth tap. This is my first year EVER, since I was old enough, not dancing. :cry: As a result, I'm very flexible.

    -I can do a cartwheel but not a handstand. Anytime I try doing a handstand it turns into a cartwheel. :unsure:

  10. Posted

    I've definitely seen a colored moon before; the night we moved from Cincinnati to Charlotte I truly remember the moon looking like a pumpkin. I was exactly a year, three months, and twenty-one days old. I had dreams about it when I was really little, about four, and I've started having more dreams about it. I finally asked my mom about it an hour ago and she said that was what the moon looked like the night we moved: orange and about ten zillion feet wide. I've also seen the mammatus and noctilucent clouds, the Belt of Venus, halos, a mirage, a sun pillar, and a virga. That's eight out of twenty! Nine, if seeing the green flash in Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End counts. :lol: I must be a lucky person to have seen eight of the twenty rarest weather occurrences in the weather world! ^_^

    That's really quite interesting. I should ask my Science teacher if he knew about those. Great find! :thumbup:

  11. Posted · Edited by Musicale Personna (see edit history)

    Am I the only person who fully read the post? Well, I shouldn't say that I read it and UNDERSTOOD it, because I had no clue what it was saying past the first paragraph! :embarrassed: As a matter of fact, I really only understood about ten sentences throughout the whole thing. I guess Scientology isn't for me! :D I don't think they'd like me anyways. Cults and cult-like religions are gibberish to me-I can't understand them! Honestly, I about fell asleep halfway through. That post was extremely long. No offense, Diamond Triforce, but that seemed like it should have been a novel. :huh: And I agree with you on your views of the Bible; the men are rather hypocritical, aren't they? :P

    i personally say that those who deny the fact that there is an omnipresent/omnipowerful single God are the screwed people and trust me that is one way of being screwed you don't want to experience.

    Na Riknia, I'm not trying to offend you with this whatsoever, but I think a few members would see that as an insult. I, for one, don't think that's true, simply because is that really what God wants? For all nonbelievers to go to Hell? Don't you think that He would at least TRY to revert them to Christianity and help them to Heaven?

    ...If I offended you, I'm sorry. I don't try to be a difficult person on this subject but I'm afraid I am. :embarrassed: Pay no attention to me... *whistles innocently* I'm just a random person.

  12. Posted

    I don't know what I am. I mean, I'm trying to find out what I believe in. Until I was nine, I thoroughly believed in God and was a baptist (a division of Christianity). Then I was taught by Katie that God was a huge joke and He didn't exist. So I became not a true atheist, but just religionless. Now I go to Christian youth group every Friday night and half of my friends are missionaries. (I don't really appreciate the missionary comment, eyeoftruth, not all missionaries are like that. Maybe the ones you've met are, but that's not how all missionaries act. I have never met and Jehovah's Witnesses, because the ones on my street aren't allowed to socialize with the neighborhood.) I still believe in the scientific theories yet think that there is a factor of a higher being in our lives. I'm kind of mixed up. I don't know what to think. I'm trying to "recover" what I "lost" but I don't think it's working. My sister is a full-blown atheist and my parents just don't care. So I have pretty much no help with my situation whatsoever, as my Christian friends wouldn't understand why I went to youth group if they knew and the one other friend I have is Jewish. :unsure:

    ...Tingleism? WTF? That's scary. I'm afraid of it... :fear:

  13. Posted

    :o you have 9 periods?

    i only have 5 and the scool across the way only has 4 :wacko:

    LDGM, the periods last for 42 minutes with 3 minutes in between classes, which technically makes it 45 min/period. My schedule:

    8:00-8:32: Homeroom

    8:35-9:17 (1st period): Pre-Algebra

    9:20-10:02 (2nd period): "

    10:05-10:47 (3rd period): P.E.

    10:50-11:32 (4th period): Electives (right now it's Spanish; como estas?)

    11:35-12:17 (5th period): Social Studies (my naptime; I sleep and make an A in that class because I don't make trouble! :P Go figure.)

    12:20-1:02 (6th period): Lunch

    1:05-1:47 (7th period): Science (laughter therapy; I love my teacher)

    1:50-2:32 (8th period): AIG Communication Skills (AIG= Academically and Intellectually Gifted; CS=reading)

    2:35-3:17 (9th period): "

    The high school has four 1 1/2 hour periods, with two or three half periods for lunch. They start at 8:22 and get out at 3 something. I'm not sure how the schedules work, or even if I got the periods right. All I know is that my sister has last lunch at around one, and she comes home complaining about how STARVING she was in class. :unsure:

    My school likes to cram as much crap into the day as possible. The high school, on the other hand, is on a block schedule with different classes each semester. Like, in the first semester my sister had Technical Theater, Social Studies, Science Spanish. Now she has Geometry, Apparel Design, P.E. (as a second elective), and another class that I forgot.

  14. Posted

    Well, my mother talked to Ginger Burgess, Mrs. Hardy's supervisor, and she said that the bus drivers are SUPPOSED to write kids up for missing the bus. Why, I have no clue. :wacko: But evidently Mr. Gray talked with my ninth period teacher, Mrs. Janicki, and she is now to let us out on the eighth grade bell. It turns out that twelve other people (thirteen in all, when you count me-my last class has only 22 people) missed their buses but none talked with Mr. Gray. I think he saw them though; when a kid is running towards their bus and it pulls away, it's kind of obvious what happened. Most of the other nine people are car riders, and one of my friends who rides my bus was in ASD (after-school detention). And Knuckle, that's a fairly good idea except for my school has to know what rider you are (car or bus) BEFORE dismissal of anyone. I can't hitch a ride with any of my friends who ARE car riders, mainly because we live in a neighborhood that's hard to see. My mom missed it yesterday and we've lived here for about nine and a half months. She was paying attention too. And I've never met my car-rider friends' parents, so they'd probably be a little reluctant to give someone they don't know a ride.

    But we have more reasons to get Mrs. Hardy fired: She singles out my sister for every little thing she does. Half the kids don't sit in their assigned seat and are ignored, but when Katie decides she wants to sit next to her boyfriend Mrs. Hardy yells at her and Erik. Some guy named Skylar stole her iPod about a month and a half ago (she has a new one, though) and my sister told the guidance counselor at her school, Mrs. Boatright. Well, word reached Mrs. Hardy that she did tell someone and what Mrs. Hardy did was pull my sister aside and yell at her for spreading rumors. I have seen the iPod myself in the hand of Skylar; it's a blue 1st gen Nano with blue headphones. It even has the same scratches on it from when my dog got a hold on it! I confirmed that it was her iPod and I was yelled at also. That was the one time my sister was grateful for something I did. But now we have a good chance of getting it back. Skylar's parents don't think someone gave it to him because he wouldn't tell them where he got it, so they took it away from him and told a friend that he needed to tell his son Josh to give Katie their number. Well, the number was out of service. But we're close.

  15. Posted

    The reasons I hate my school are:

    1. The administration is too lazy to do anything about the constant rule-breakers, but it jumps all over the ones who have accidentally violated a rule.

    2. They think that, just because the "Bloods" and "Crips" (they're fake here) plan a fight in the bus lot, they have to make everyone do STAGGERED DISMISSAL for the rest of the year.

    3. SEVENTH GRADERS ARE LAST IN EVERYTHING. LUNCH, P.E. CLASSES, AND DISMISSAL ALL BECAUSE THE SIXTH GRADE TEACHERS WANT TO BE FIRST AND THE EIGHTH GRADE TEACHERS DON'T WANT TO BE LAST.

    Reasons I hate my bus and its driver, Mrs. Hardy:

    1. All the sick, perverse kids who are the constant rule-breakers and will grow up to sell drugs on the side of the road are dumped on my bus. I'm on there because I live in a neighborhood that's already covered in bus 48's route.

    2. Mrs. Hardy ignores the kids who break the rules every day, but yells at the ones who break them once a month. (Not literally once a month, but you get the picture.)

    3. Those sick, perverse kids are always screaming and yelling and they give me headaches.

    So today we learned that we are to do staggered dismissal for the rest of the year, and seventh grade will go last unless otherwise announced. Well, this morning Mrs. Hardy said that the second she closed her doors no one was getting on and they'd miss bus 48. (We have 2 shuttle buses solely for the kids who've missed their buses.) My ninth period class is the second farthest from the bus lot no matter which way you take. I normally go through the hallways, because outside is too loud and I have sensitive ears. Well, there was a jam in the doorway this afternoon and I was stuck. I have a wicked cut on my right temple; my head was bashed into the corner of the fire extinguisher box by some guy. He didn't mean to, he said that his friend pushed him. He was nice enough. So that held me up, and by the time I was up and literally running out the door to the asphalt my bus was leaving for the high school.

    Two other kids, Nick Crews and Matt Crow (also 7th graders), were left behind too, but they were wandering around instead of held up. So me and the guys totally blew the principal, Ms. Cheniss, with questions and accusations about Mrs. Hardy. She said to find a phone and call our parents. We decided to try and find the shuttle bus instead. So we're running frantically around the parking lot, looking for buses 129 and 46, and we found them. Guess what?

    THEY WEREN'T THE SHUTTLE BUSES LIKE MS. CHENISS TOLD US.

    So I had to run and find Chris to ask if we could ride his bus (122) to the high school. His bus driver, being the awesome guy he is, let us on for the ride to the high school and told us that we could ride that bus in emergencies. (He know Mrs. Hardy well and told me he hates her. I told him that he read my feelings for her.) We got to the high school alright, though, and then got off and tried to find bus 48. Mrs. Hardy didn't let us on until a high school administrator walked by and I told him what was going on. He forced open the door and Mrs. Hardy's claim was that she didn't see us. (Liar. I screamed and banged on the door and she looked in my eyes and shook her head.) She made me write our names down on a piece of paper. I asked her what for, and she said "I need to turn you in for being late on the bus. You'll be written up. I'll take you to the office in the morning."

    WHAT THE FREAK, I ASK YOU. WE WERE LATE BECAUSE THE FREAKING SCHOOL TOLD THE FREAKING 7TH GRADERS TO STAY BEHIND AND SHE'S A FREAKING BIOTCH.

    I tried to call my mom on my cell phone, but of course she was working in the garden outside without her phone. I left exactly fourteen messages on the home phone (I counted) and waited for the stop next to the gas station about a mile away from our house. Then I got off and walked home. Mrs. Hardy just sat and watched, didn't even try to stop me. Well, I got home at five. Took me forty-five minutes to get home. Which is actually the amount of time it takes me to walk the 1/4 mile track at PHS four times, so it makes sense. My mom was PISSED OFF. I was about to be grounded for life when she took a breath and I got a chance to tell my story.

    Her first words were too obscene to post here, even with spoiler tags.

    So she called the school and talked with them, and then tried to contact Mrs. Hardy's supervisor. She left a message. But the guy who answered at th school, VP Mr. Gray (former keyboarding teacher) said he knew me well because I was in his class and that he also knew what a great student I was. So, after a very long conversation with Mr. Gray, my mom got off the phone and looked at me and said "I will do something about that *censored for eye safety* of a bus driver." That made me feel a lot better. Then she gave me a little bag of cookies that she bought today and a new hairbrush. The cookies were the best things in the world, and they were SPANISH! The hairbrush defrizzes my hair and makes it smooth and actually makes my scalp feel nice. Apparently it's "ion infused" and $4 at WalMart... :P

    Just had to rant about that to someone who doesn't really care too much.

  16. Posted

    I'm not really sure whether or not I want Midna back. I mean, it would have it's benefits and...erm...bad things about it. For one, it would completely unravel TP's ending. But I miss her sarcasm and love of chicken... :D I haven't forgotten about that video! That was the greatest! :P But she was so loved by Zelda fans that Nintendo HAS to bring her back sometime.

    My theory is that they'll come up with a game where Link rediscovers the Arbiter's Grounds and the place with the mirror holder, and then something happens because of his curse/spell (ability to survive as a being in the Twilight in wolf form) and because Midna, as princess of the Twili, put a spell on the opening to make it open up when the Hero of Time came again. Or someone with the Triforce, but that didn't play a very important role in the game for once. But Zelda was with him, and she was able to get through also. But, not being able to survive as a solid being in the Twilight, she disappears and you must find Midna once again. Then she helps you to find Zelda and get her out of the Twilight world. And then Zant may come back (I've only heard about the ending; never finished the game), or Ganon may find a way in, or there could be a new antagonist altogether. Link must fight him or her to find Zelda and open the portal again.

    ...Jeez, I'm coming up with a whole game here! :wacko: Anyway, what my superlong post boils down to is...I think that Midna SHOULDN'T come back but she might anyway out of popular demand.

  17. Posted · Edited by Musicale Personna (see edit history)

    ...Wow. That's pretty interesting. Cupid was the son of Aphrodite, and then he fell in love with a human and got married but then she and Aphrodite were murdered by Artemis, the goddess of the moon, and then she almost killed Cupid. LOVE TRIANGLE!!!! :D

    Moi is liking this story a lot. A whole lot. So much that I think you should add on to it and make it a book! (Not a novel or anything. If you just added detail here, longer words there, new bits everywhere, then it might be long enough!) And, if you've read Speak or Catalyst by Laurie Halse Anderson, you could do the books in that format; long sections with no specific chapters. In her book Twisted, there are chapters but they don't have different pages for the start of each one. I can't type what Speak looks like, but this is basically the format for the other two books. (Mostly like Twisted.) See, it's like a lot of little tidbits within a HUUUUGE chapter or section.

    CHAPTER X

    1.

    ........................................

    ........................................

    2.

    ........................................

    ........................................

    3.

    ........................................

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  18. Posted

    I agree that Hyrule.net has changed. When I joined, there were more people on in an hour then there are in a day today. More people to talk to, and the topics were ongoing and hilarious. I think that the change is because not many of the new members get on that much and make an impression. they join and then they post once a week. That's it. Everyone knows each other, and there's really just not much to talk about. And many people have matured and don't react to things the way they used to. And so many members are pretty much gone. I haven't seen Keaton, Goron Merchant, Mr. Triforce, and many other people in a long time.

    I miss whenever I joined. It was really great... :cry:

  19. Posted

    No, Saha, I don't think that my liking it is from the concussion. I just reread it all and loved it more! :D

    I like it because it's totally unplausible (implausible? not plausible?) and yet I can imagine it happening. AND I wouldn't think that Satan was a pretty girl who was instructed or guided by a tree spirit. I like that kind of story; one that defys reality but is easily imaginable.

    ...But who's Nichole and who's Helen? Alex seems to be in love with both of them...or are they supposed to be the same person? :huh:

    My compliments to the chef of this masterpiece...which would be you! :biggrin:

  20. Posted

    SAHAQIEL. WRITE. MORE. NOW. OR ELSE I WILL TORTURE YOU UNTIL YOU DO WRITE MORE.

    THAT IS THE BESTFREAKINGTHING I'VE EVER READ!!!

    Seriously. What's up with the awesome talking felines and canines? And you posted one HUUUUUUGE post as the first one with all ten or eleven chapters in it, but then you post all the chapters individually. What's up with that?

    I love it!!!!!!! Except I don't think I read it correctly, because the room is spinning from my brand-new lovely concussion! :angry::unsure: Now I can't read it that well. But hey, what i did make sense of thru the spinning was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Write more! :joy: :joy: :joy: That's the best fic I've ever read.

    (What's with Alex seeming to die a googillion times?)

  21. Posted

    :huh: And I thought that adults knew about this stuff.

    Well then, this confirms my theory of smartness not being an inherited gene. Either that or it's quite recessive. :unsure:

    That is one of the stupidest things I have ever heard of an adult doing. And, no offense at all, but I think you should have said that washing dishes with bleach is like doing drugs. Nothing may seem to happen the first time, but the second time it will obviously affect everything. It's what they keep teaching us; even though nothing may have seemed to happen whenever he washed dishes with bleach last time, he definitely has esophagus damage and possibly other organ damage. :fear: And I think the bleach fumes you were definitely inhaling may have had something to do with the chest pain.

    No offense to your stepdad, but he seems to have slight mental problems. :unsure: I hope the bleach didn't damage your skin...That's just the most thoughtless thing... :wacko:

  22. Posted

    No offense but, how could anyone think TP is hard?

    I'm not that great at videogaming, with the exception of Minish Cap, DDR: Hottest Party, Guitar Hero III, Super Mario Galaxy, and SSBM. I am really bad at the other Zelda games that I own (WW, FSA for GC, TP) and it takes me a while to get through them. I beat Wind Waker when I was around 9 or 10 after getting it with my GameCube when I was seven or eight, but I had my sister fight every boss for me. :embarrassed: And then my memory card screwed up right when my sister was about to win the game for a second time and reset it so that I was on my first game in the Earth Temple and my sister was about to fight Ganon for the FIRST time. Thus, my sister never plays GC games anymore, because we only have one memory card. Twilight Princess is kind of hard for me, not so much now that I'm older and can fight bosses on my own. Of course, my sister can't help me with this because she hasn't played it since December 28, 2006. And I have a thing against guides, so I never use them... It can be tough. And when I posted then I hadn't played it in a very long time and was unaccustomed to it and it seemed hard. Now I'm in the Temple In The Sky and I'm stuck somewhere. I have a bad habit of getting stuck... :P:unsure:

    However, there was a glitch on my minish cap which reset it near the end of the last dungeon

    I don't think it's a glitch. When you talk to Ezlo, does he just say that you have to hurry to the castle and save Zelda? That's what mine does, and my friend's: I think it's just the way the game is. It just goes right there after you defeat Vaati. I was so ticked off. It took me FOREVER to figure out how to kill Vaati, and when I finally did and it went back to me having to kill him again and again, I was about to but another one and see if it did the same thing when my friend told me that his did that too, and his friend's, and it was the lazy people at Nintendo's fault.

    ...Either that, or there are a whole lot of glitchy games out there. :unsure:

  23. Posted

    Aie... This is what I've been having problems with lately, the girly girls at my school. Half of them hate me because I truly have naturally pin-straight hair. About 85-90% of the girls at my school straighten their hair. I don't wear makeup, except for the occasional sparse eyeliner, and I generally hang out with the boys that I know or the girls who I can tolerate. I am one of the quiet, shy, good people in school. No one really pays attention to me except my friends, and I tend to make friends with the misfits. But the girls who refuse to shop anywhere but Hollister, Abercrombie and American Eagle, wear ten tons of makeup, and have a pair of shoes for every day of the year just drive me CRAZY!!!!!! :wacko: :wacko: I admit, I admit, I have a lot of shoes, but they are:

    -Crocs

    -A nice pair of platform flip flops that were given to me by my mother, because they were given to her but were too big

    -A pair of flip flops I got at Target about 3 years ago that I wear to the beach

    -A $1 pair of cheap flip flops from the Dollar Aisle at Target

    -Another pair of old flip flops, these from some stall at Concord Mills

    -Some Rainbows, courtesy of my grandfather

    -A pair of canvas slide-ons that are really comfy that I got at Payless for about $5

    -Vans

    -Airwalks

    -Tennis shoes that are coated in mud and I need to wash... :embarrassed:

    ...That's it. I actually DO wear all of them, just at different times of the year. I REFUSE to wear shoes that cover my entire foot (except Crocs) in the summer, unless I'm doing yard work. And I do have a lot of pairs of American Eagle jeans, but they're hand-me-downs from my sister. I am semi-girly; I wear toenail polish, I have waaay too many pairs of earrings, I can't climb a tree to save my life, etc. etc. But I like playing video games and reading and listening to music more than chatting on the phone or monitoring AIM. I'm kind of half-and-half, an "undecided". But I despise girls who are all "Did you see that hot guy?...Oh my gosh, what happened to your hair?" and so on.

    And I would never even think about getting a gender change! That's way too far over the line for me. :wacko::huh:

  24. Posted

    I thought of another thing that pisses me off. All of my friends have been to more interesting places than I have!!! :cry: Alisha's been to the Phillippines (she lived there), CHINA!!!!!, Texas, and she's going on a mission trip to France this summer!!! (She's amazing-she had to raise $3890 to go, and it's only been a month and she has it all!!! :joy: She only had 42 donors, and the most she ever recieved at once was $250!!! I almost died when she told me that.) Chris lived in the Ivory Coast in Africa, he's lived in Oregon, and he's been to Paris, Italy, and I forgot the other two hundred places he's been for a week or more. I'm not even trying to remember where he's been for a few days at a time!! :wacko: But yeah...I've never been outside the United States. And I've only stayed for a day or more in Ohio (which I don't remember), New York, Virginia, South Carolina, Georgia, and Florida. :unsure: