January Post

Looking back, I realized something. Every little thing adds up to the whole, right? All the puzzle pieces can create a puzzle? Well, all those little things made me who I am now. From the smallest word to the biggest heartbreak. There's nothing that hasn't sharpened or softened me into the sarcastic, dry, lonely person I am now. 

From that time in 3rd grade when I decided that piano just wasn't for me and- get this- I wanted to play the guitar. Now I'm performing for people and writing my own music. That would have never happened if I hadn't felt jealous of my older brother, the "child prodigy". I've found something that helps me escape from the world and immerses me in the world of music.

From the time I had some major friend problems last year due to some unfortunate rumors. Now I've figured out who are my real friends and the people that I should probably stay away from. I've learned that trust is something that should be handled delicately.

From the time I watched the movie "Warm Bodies" for the first time. That's where I first developed my sense of humor; if you could call it that. My resume of jokes mainly consist of sarcasm, dead, anti-humor that most people either groan at or don't understand. 

From the time I ate grapefruit for the first time and I learned that that was a nasty, nasty fruit and it gave me headaches. I've never eaten grapefruit since. Bad, bad grapefruit.

From the time I read "Fault in Our Stars". That book changed me so much. I had never sobbed more over fictional characters in my life. It changed my view on life entirely. I relate myself to Hazel Grace; if that's good or bad I have no idea, but looking at things the way she did really changed my  life. I threw the book at a wall and sobbed for three hours. I regret nothing.

From the time my cousin Kai was born. He has severe autism, but he's one of the most loud, hilarious, crazy kids I know. He's only 4 years old, but he doesn't know how to talk. But that doesn't stop him from voicing his opinion on whether that celery is yummy or not. He'll bounce up to you and hit you with his "pillow", and then run away giggling like a maniac. Now I find myself spending time with Special Ed kids because I found I love being with and being around them. 

From the time I've had the surgery on my birthmark in 2nd grade. Through all the hardships and trials with pills, doctor appointments, and skin treatments, I've stayed positive(at least I've tried). Everyone has their difficulties in life, and I guess this is one of mine. I've accepted myself the way I am, scar tissue and all.

From the time my littlest brother was born. Yikes. I already have an older brother and another younger, so when I found out that Gavin wasn't going to be a girl, I may have cried. But I love Gavin for who he is! He may seem shy around strangers, but at home he will loudly sing opera, do some pretty awesome dance moves, and watch Bob the Builder 24/7. He's a big reason why I'm so happy all the time: I get to come home from school on Friday to help him read his Chinese books.

From the discovery of a band to the stub of a toe, I'm a completely different person than I was maybe a year ago. People don't like the new me, but I like it. I can finally feel comfortable in my own skin instead of itching at the places that feel as if I'm trying to be someone else. I can be as loud or as quiet as I want to be. I feel so much better now that I've been honed down to what am I now. I am proud of the person I am. Through all the things that have broken me down, I have friends and family(and food) to build me back up when I've fallen. I've fallen a lot, frankly, but I'm always pushed back up to try again. All the little things have made me, me. 

And I'm darn glad.

January Post

Your Rainy Day 

It's that type of day you get to sleep in.  You are unable to open your eyes all the way because of how bright the sunlight is that is shining straight through your window. You can smell the sweet rain slowly as it drifts up your nose. The rain is softly tapping the roof, as it slowly slides down the window with a little sparkle in the sunlight. Looking down at your frozen feet and their under but the blanket is to short to cover your toes. The room is kinda muggy as if you were stranded onto a wetland but your still enjoying the sound of the wind and the rain slowly tapping the roof.. Finally you start to drag yourself out of bed and suddenly look outside of the window to see the birds chirping in the wet and soggy trees. 

Chapter 3: Rebekah

Chapter 3: Saige

               “Is this the last time I’ll ever see them?” I thought to myself, as everyone gathered together. I felt like crying. “Maybe I shouldn’t do this. They have been so kind.” I shook my head to stop the girly thoughts.

               “You know you have to do this.” I quietly scolded myself. I looked at all my friends, and sighed. It was going to be hard to leave them.

               Later that day, I stared at the overflow of messages to Nadili of how sad they were and how much they would miss her and her little sister. A tear slipped from my face as I read Nadili’s tearful replies, each to a certain person, and each ending in a sad face.

               “I will miss you Marco! You’ve blown me off my feet!L”

               “It’s like I was magically drawn to you Roxy! I don’t want this to end! L”

               “I promise to write when I get there Madi. It will never be the same though! L”

               Suddenly, and email popped up, with my name in it. “Saige, what can I say to you. You are an amazing, talented, fascinating person with a lot of spirit and personality. I glad I found you. You are that string that ties our friendly bondage, and I don’t know what we would be without you. I will write to you as much as I can. Keep our friendly family together while I’m away. I trust you. I don’t want to leave, but my mom won’t say yes on staying. I will visit whenever I can. I’ll miss you so much. L!!!”

               Before I knew it, I was writing back, “Nadili, you have been the best of the best! Everyone has. Thanks for everything you’ve done, for taking me in even though I was from someplace else, and for being an awesome friend! I don’t want you to go!” Before I hit the “send” button though, I realized I was being too nice and quickly erased what I wrote, and just put plainly, “I’ll miss you.”

               I turned around in my chair to face my plain room. Two pictures caught my eye. One of them was Nadili and I laughing and wearing matching shirts that both read “BBFs!” that Roxy had taken. The other was the whole group, smiling at each other, happy as can be.

               Realizing I was being soft, I let anger boil up inside of me and I grabbed the picture of Nadili and me and threw it hard into my empty trashcan. I heard a loud snap and suddenly felt guilty. I pulled out the broken picture carefully out of the garbage and examined it. There was a large crack that separated me and Nadili. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want to be separated from my friends, especially Nadili, who was kind enough to take me as a friend.

               I turned back to my laptop, and clicked on another unread message.

               “Did you do it?” It read.

               “No. Just give me more time.” I wrote.

               Suddenly, an email from Madi popped up:

               “SAIGE! I’m moving too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

               Almost immediately, messages popped up, saying how terrible they were feeling and how sad they were and how much they’d miss her. I quickly logged out of my account so I wouldn’t get soft again and looked at the cracked picture. I didn’t want to be separated from Nadili, but I knew I would have to. I looked at my desktop picture. The words “Friends Forever” were written in cursive on the top. Below, Nadili and I were lying on our stomachs, our head in our hands, and we were smiling. I slammed the laptop closed and took a deep breath.

Rebekah: February: End of Chapter 2

               There was a small town next to a large lighthouse with a bowling alley, basketball courts, a city pool, and more fun looking buildings. A harbor with only three or four bobbing boats was next to a large bridge that led to the town. I turned the page.

               Bored of not being able to freely do magic without humans noticing? Need a vacation? Come to Milonia, a special island discovered by Dr. Harris and reserved just for MLCs. I turned to the next page, with a picture of large cabins in different colors that were close to the edge of the island and had a very good view of the ocean that seemed to go on forever. In front of most of them were “Reserved” signs in the bright shades of green grass. Behind them stood a huge lighthouse barely taller than the mountain on the front cover.

               “See that yellow cabin second closest to the lighthouse?” Justin asked, and jabbed his finger on the pamphlet. I looked at where he was pointing. The cabin was a lemon yellow with many windows. It was pretty small in length, but was very wide. There was a large porch the stretched the size of the front with a few potted plants. “That’s one’s ours. It has four rooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, and a game room that has a pool table! They call the spot right there,” he pointed to a ledge close to our cabin and another green one, “Sunset Ledge. They call it that because it has the best sunset view.” I turned the page again and stared at the pictures of each cabin in turn and information about each. I skipped that page and fixed my gaze to the next, explaining about the fun activities. Above showed pictures of people playing basketball, soccer, archery, and tennis.

               Need something to do when you’re bored? Here in Milonia, we have many sports for you to play including soccer, basketball, baseball, tennis, swim, and more! We also have many trails, archery contests, biking races, and even a fitness center! For more info, email our website, call us, or ask at our sports shop.

               “W-w-when are we going?” I asked. Casey explained, “We’re moving in two weeks. Mom said we’re packing tomorrow and that you’d have to stay away from your friends.”

               “No she didn’t!” I snapped, and my mother stopped at a red light and hit my sister lightly on the shoulder. “Be quiet. I said you have very little time to play with your friends. I’ll let you on the computer so you can start writing letters to them about you moving and all.”

               “Why are we moving? Our house is okay! Dad still has his job!” I snapped hoping mom would suddenly change her mind, which wasn’t likely.

               “I just have this feeling.” she explained, trying to say it in a calm voice.

               “Because of a feeling, we’re moving to some strange place, where none of my friends would be!!!” I shouted, starting to cry, which was rare.

               “Madi! We’ve moved before and you’ve never acted like this before. Besides, we found this house right next to Nadili’s house!” Casey soothed, and the tears stopped.

               “You did!” Justin shouted then pumped his fist. I would have teased him, but instead, I smiled.

               I would at least be with Nadili and Linda. At least I’d be with someone I know. Besides, Nadili was the one who pulled our little group together. Maybe she could pull another one together, and we can start all over.

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               Groaning, I tried to brush my light blond hair out, but the brush seemed to hate me. I brushed at a tangle, but after every frustrating stroke, the tangle remained, big and as knotty as ever. Finally, after one hard and fast stroke, the tangle gave up, returning my hair to its usually smooth and softness. Out of the blue, another tangle showed up on the other side. I groaned and slammed my purple hairbrush down on the counter. Casey, hearing all the commotion, grabbed the hairbrush and began tackling the knot. After freeing my hair from any more knots, she put my hair in a pony tail and began to French braid my hair.

               “I know you don’t want to leave, but its mom’s decision,” she advised, pulling a pink hair band out of a bathroom drawer and putting on the end of the braid. I looked at her thought the mirror. She was wearing a magenta colored top with lots of sequins in a swirled pattern and a ruffled dark purple skirt that barely passed her knees. Her blond hair with natural strips of brown was in curls and she was wearing dark pink lipstick, which made her, in my opinion, look ridiculous. Her grayish green eyes, identical to mine, keep wandering to my bright yellow shirt with the words ‘Beat the Heat’ in orange and blue shorts.

               “You should change your outfit.” Casey said, looking disgusted at my t-shirt.

               “Why? I don’t need to look fancy for dinner!” I sighed.

               “Just do it!” she growled.

               “You look ridiculous wearing that makeup.” I shot back as I began to walk out of the bathroom. She was silent for a few minutes, as she applied blue eye shadow above her eyes, giving her a creepy look.

               “That looks crazy too.” I teased, and she sighed.

               “You’ll know the importance of makeup when you get older.”

               “What importance?” I giggled. My sister rolled her eyes and sighed as if explaining the ‘importance’ of makeup was impossible.

               “Casey! Someone’s at the door!” my mom called from the living room. She scrambled to put her makeup away into a magenta colored purse and shot out the door like a bullet. I followed her. When she reached the living room, the first thing I noticed was a very tall guy with black hair brushed to the side talking with my mom. The second thing I noticed was Casey’s suitcase next to the door and a ticket hanging out of a pocket.

               “Don’t worry Mrs. Palmer. It’s only for a day. My father owns this nice hotel just out of town, and he gave us a very nice room for free. We’re just going on my uncle’s bus.” the guy said. My mom looked a little worried as she nodded and handed Casey a few crumbled dollar bills.

               “Be safe darling, and be back by five tomorrow.” she said quietly, and hugged Casey tightly until she pushed her away, blushing. The guy grabbed her suitcase and put his arm around Casey’s shoulder, leading her out the door. Mom waved at Casey and a few tears fell. Mom was a softy, and usually worried about everything.

               “Who was that,” I asked, poking my mom in the hip to stop her from crying.

               “Ouch! Don’t do that!” My mom rubbed her side and gave me the I-get-it look. “And that was Michel, Casey’s friend.”

               I pretended to cough and said “boyfriend,” softly. Mom sighed, rolled her eyes, and was about to give me a lecture about Casey’s friends who were boys when there was a crash from the kitchen. Justin had gotten into the cookie jar.

January Post- Space

Space

Should we keep exploring it? Should we find out all we can about it? There is a debate going on about whether we should keep exploring it. Of course we should keep exploring it!!! It is another wonder in the human mind. It first started with a race, a competitive race. To see who could get a man to the moon the fastest. I mean there are different planets out there and maybe even life in other galaxies. That possibly means more planets than earth. And of course outer space it beautiful. It is just like starring a mystery right in the eyes, and we are the detectives. I know it costs a lot of money to explore, but it is like a hobby where we love to do it. It is just challenging. But again everything can be challenging. So all in all, I think it is worth it to explore.

Hidden Power: Chapter 1: Part 3

I haven't posted this since... I don't know... October... So this is for February...

      After the last few ninth graders trickle out of the auditorium, probably because they have already heard this speech a handful of times. The principal begins to speak. "As you know, this group of students is particularly special compared to the rest, which is why you've been holding you breath for this moment in your life," The smile on his face had disappeared, "but sadly, the head administrator doesn't think any of you are ready to learn more about who you are yet. You will have to wait until closer to the end of the year to learn the truth."

The look on everyone's faces were more surprised then sad, before this every grade had been told about how we got this magic, what would happen when the magic disappeared, but all we get is the sorry wagon. Whispers begun to spread across the auditorium. Everyone trying to figure out what's happening.

      Suddenly two boys near the back jump up and run out the side door. They both seemed familiar but I couldn't quite tell why. Then another girl runs up to the podium, "Um... hello, my name is Karrisa Lynn, and, um, if I call your name come to the stage please." She smiles, "Um... Alice Black, Zach Brooks, Rain Keal, Madeline Terra and Aria Woods." She calls each name and we walk to the stage. "The rest of you now have permission to leave now." With that everyone leaves, including the principal.

      "Um, why were we all singled out? I mean, I know Alice, Rain, Aria and I have been here since it opened but what about the rest of you?" The girl, I assume is Madeline, asks. She obviously was confused and not happy that she got so much attention.

      "Well, I also have been here since it opened." Karrisa says, "and most of us are, in fact if I got the names right, then we were all here from the beginning, and this is almost all of us. The two boys who ran out earlier too." I don't know why, but I kind of didn't want to believe her, I remember there was way more of us at the beginning camp thing, and I thought for sure more people passed.

      "What if you got the names all wrong and we weren't here since the beginning?" Zach asks, pulling on his hair absent-minded.

      "Are you trying to say that you weren't here from the beginning?" Karrisa asks, "because I could have gotten the names wrong and accidentally called you somehow."

      He remained silent and continued pulling on his hair so we all took it as he has been here since the beginning.

      "Why don't you want anyone to know?" Madeline asks.

      "Never mind that, the two boys that ran out are also part of the beginning group, and I have a feeling we're the reason we aren't allowed to hear about our powers," She says, looking at each of our confused faces she starts to explain, "Maybe our magic is different from the other grades, have you ever heard of the mimic ability? No? It's the ability to..."

      "That's impossible." Aria finally speaks, "People with mimic magic are locked up before they even know they're Mimicers." Mimicers is the technical term for someone with mimic magic.

      "I think the tests messed up, or the school's trying to hide something from us. At least a few of us are Mimicers and know it already." Karrisa says, Zach and Rain look at the ground, "Including me." She states.

      "Wait one minute, you have mimic magic?" Aria squeals.

      "I'll demonstrate." She says, "Mimicers have the ability to do whatever they want, or at least use any kind of magic they know or makeup. For instance, levitation, or the physical group." She says, letting herself hover a few inches of the ground. "Fire and Ice, the elemental group." She lets fire crawl up here arm the freezes it, the flame still burned orange and red withing the ice. "Giving life to inanimate objects then taking them away, giver group." She takes a doll out of her backpack and brings it to life, then takes the life away before anything can go wrong. "Then the mind group, including mind-control and mind-reading. I can mind-control but I can not read minds." She states.

      "So that's the mimic ability?" Madeline asks, she seemed pretty excited that she might have that power, but I'm pretty sure we all were.

      "Pretty great, right? I think we all have it in us." Karrisa smiles, she also seemed excited that we all might have the power, again, who wouldn't be excited.

      "Can I go now?" Zach finally speak again, I guess we weren't all very excited...

      "No... I called you all here for a reason." Karrisa replies.

      "Then spit it out, I have places to be..."

      "Like where? I'd say this is pretty important."

      "Power testing..." He mumbles so it was hard to understand.

      "Power testing, what's that?" I ask, "It sounds interesting."

     "Oh, power testing is only for a selected few, and if you're chosen you have to be in it. Anyone in the group that doesn't go gets detention, unless of course they have special permission to not go or something," Rain smiles, "It's basically another class that makes sure your powers are working or if you don't have your powers yet, to use a machine that may or may not boost the progress."

     "That was a very detailed description. You'll make a good class rep." Aria says, "Anyway, we're getting off topic again, about this mimic magic thing, why would you think we all have it?"

      "To begin with, only people that were Mimicers were considered real magicians, or else they were considered witches and were burned at the stake, that was mostly during the pioneer times though." Rain answers, I swear you could ask him anything and he'd have an answer for you...

     "

~End of chapter 1~
To be continued...

January Post: Another Short Story: Rain

This is  January post...

Rain

     Puddles of rain gathered outside and dark storm clouds slowly made their way across the sky. The rain starts to pick up, the light dripping sound was soon replaced by roars The wind speed picked up and everyone just watched, no one said a word, even if they tried no one could of heard them over the crashing rain hitting against the window, it was nearly impossible to see out of it.
     The lights flashed off and you could hear the screams from the younger kids as they huddled closer to their older siblings and whimpered out of fear. The thunder booms and lighting crashes and each child gives out a whimper or scream.
     But not I; the rain didn't bother me, the noises were just another sound, nothing to be afraid of for me.
     Another crash, another flash tearing across the sky, the rain pounded against the window harder as if trying to break in, escape from the bitter cold outside.
     I didn't fear because soon the rain would go away and something new would come.
     The rain begin to lighten up and the thunder and lightning died down. The light shimmered across the cement and everyone stared in awe. A rainbow crossed the sky and the sun  finally shined.