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Ha! That’s great! It’s my school username. I graduate in 2020, so that is why there is a 20 at the end. I didn’t realize this would be my permanent username, it isn’t creative at all.
I think that’s right. 🙂 I’m old, I’m going into 10th Grade. I’m 15, and tons of people on here are like 8 or 9… Oh well. I’ll probably still be here when I’m 18 or so, just because this site is so fun and the people are amazing. What do you want to be when you get a job? Or “grow up”, as people say. I’ve never really liked that saying, I feel mature (not an adult, but I definitely can act like one. Sorry, I’m totally rambling. 😀
Hi guys! Sorry I just not on. Okay for me my username came from loving Percy Jackson and from wanting to be a demigod when I was younger. The 1112 came because I love the number 12 and thought it would be cool to add some more 1s. And yes FISH TRIPLETS!!! 🙂
And also I think I might graduate in 2023. YAY @smartcleverbunny560 we are twins!!!!
@rileckie20, u are definitely NOT old!!!! Were only 2 years apart!!! Hmmm… Well for a job (I’ve never liked that saying either) I would definitely want to work at chickfila and Barnes and nobles sometime during or before the start o my career. I also kinda sorta want to be in the army with a Canine… I’ve always thought that it sounded like a cool experience! But most of all I want to be an author… 🙂 . What about you @thedemigod1112 and @rileckie20?
For me, I would (for my start) work at a book store or do something associated with books. But I really would want to be an author, so I am working really hard. 🙂
Haha, I’m a twin in real life and now I am a triplet! I want to be a book editor. I always catch mistakes, and I get to read books and tell people what to do and get payed for it. 😀 Working at Barnes and Noble would be amazing, I never thought of that! I’ll get a job when I turn 16, probably at a froyo shop (my family used to own it).
Yeah, I love it. She is on here as oreagano (I won’t tag her because she might get confused), she isn’t as active as me. Wow, 4 siblings! I have a 10 year old little brother. He’s pretty annoying. I’m older than my twin by a minute. Are you the oldest?
There are some times that I would like to be a twin or have an older sibling… A book editor would also be amazing!!!!! I know a family that has 2 sets of twins! Twin boys that are 17 I think and twin girls that are 15!
I just posted a prologue to a story that I’m starting.. Since u both want to do something with wring, should u mind checking it out? I can tag u if u want but if not I don’t have to.. I just want to know if I should’ve spread things out and not have had that much stuff in one chapter.. Thanks!!!
Okay guys, we are not only Fish Triplets. We are OWL TRIPLETS too!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ha! I saw that bunny was (sorry, I didn’t feel like typing it out) and I was wondering if you would get the same. So cool!
It is definitely meant to be! What are you guys interested in? And what are your favorite books? We have tons in common on here, so maybe we do in real life, too.
I love to read, all the time. My favorite series are Harry Potter (Hufflepuff!), Percy Jackson, SGE (duh), and Keeper of the Lost Cities. I am very addicted to this site. I am a really good student, I am at the top of my class. I love food, prefer milk chocolate, and I also prefer vanilla cake/ice cream/icing over chocolate stuff. I will eat any dessert or sweet things. I love Disney movies and all music (except for rap, Hamilton is fine though). I am in choir and band – I am a soprano and I play percussion.
I also love to read! It is what I do when I’m not on this site and when I’m not watching once upon a time, which is one of my addictions… 🙂 My favorite series is Red Queen, SGE, Caraval, Harry Potter, The Hunger games, and also Percy Jackson though I haven’t read it in a while… Food is my bae. I love all kinds of chocolate, and prefer Yellow cake with store-bought vanilla frosting. I also prefer vanilla bean ice cream with chocolate hot sauce on type. I DETEST pie and cheesecake… If pie is the only dessert I can have I will just eat the middle. I HATE CRUST!! My favorite pie filling is banana cream… As I said before I love Once Upon a Time and Girl Meets World… For movies I love Pirates of the Caribbean, the first X-Men, and most Disney movies if I haven’t seen them too much. Oh, Cars 3 is absolutely AMAZING!!! I like most pop songs, and I cannot stand rap and country… Only some country songs I like… I am in band too! I play Tenor Saxophone. I played cello in 4th grade, flute in 5 and 6, Alto sax for 3 months of 7th and Tenor the rest of 7th.. I have A’s in most classes and I hate history. My teacher was sooo boring last year. I share a room with my 8 yr old sister ( 🙁 ), I have a hamster named Sammy and a Golden Doodle dog named Brodie… Uhh what else… I’m in 8th grade and every 6 years my bday is on Friday the 13th, so no one is at the restaurants that we eat at. I also do piano… And I do not have a phone… I think that covers just about every corner of my life! 😉
I am LOVE with reading. It is all I do. So of my favorite books are: SGE, Red Queen, Percy Jackson, Magnus Chase, Hunger Games, and Harry Potter. I am a good student that is love with reading and doing my best. I love food, some certain kinds are: Bitter chocolate (you have not lived until you have ate some), pizza, and just some other sweets. Pie and cake I am not too big of a fan of, but I will try to eat them. I love Harry Potter movies, Hunger Games, The Giver, Girl Meets World, Tangled, and Moana. I am not in band (I used to play the flute but I quit). Instead I sing. I am sorprano, but I am more of a in between. I am in 8th grade and I share a room with my eight year old sister (she is sweet but sometimes too much), I have one cat named Tiger, I have a phone but it is my dad’s old one, and my birthday is Jan. 12th. I think that covers my life!!!!!!! 🙂 😀 😀 😀
I can’t get a phone until I turn 16, I share a room with my twin, I have a fish named Amy. I saw Cars 3 too, it’s really good! I liked it more than the previous two.
Yeah it is better than the previous two. Idk when I can get a phone… Do either of u have pinterest? I forgot I LOVE the Alice in Zombieland series!!! Its soo good!! @thedemigod1112 what is your favorite red queen book? And have u read Kings cage??? I’m soooo mad that the 4th book isn’t coming out till NEXT YEAR!!!!! And then there’s supposed to be one more after that!!! Its agony to wait!!! (Disney joke right there!! Tell me if u get it @rileckie20!)
Hahaha yes I got it! Frozen, For The First Time In Forever. I didn’t like the Red Queen series. I wanted Mare and Maven to end up together and when he turned all evil and stuff I lost interest. I need to reread them again, though. I don’t have any social media, not even Pinterest, ugh. I wish I did, though! I am waiting for 7 or 8 books to come out this year or next year, and it is terrible waiting. I swear it’s killing me bit by bit.
I am waiting for three or more books too. Something like that…..
How’s your guys summer vacation going??? I just got back from a weeklong trip to Utah… Since there’s five people in my family, we NEVER fly… Always driving… So we drove Friday to my aunt and uncles house which took about 11 ish hours. Then Saturday we drove up to lake Powell for our annual trip every year with my dads family. We stayed until Friday and drove back to my aunt and uncles house. Saturday my mom and I went to my other aunts bridal shower and we drove back to Cali on Sunday. At has been my summer so far… We took my dog to Powell which was super fun!!
Pretty good! I’ve been spending way too much time on this site, though. Oops. We already took our vacations, to Chicago and St. Louis. I have Cross Country camp this week. It’s really hot here!
We took a train to Chicago 🙂 First time on a train! And we drove to St. Louis.
Cool!!!!!!! I have just been home……… But we might go to Florida this winter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂 It is nice to talk to you all again!!!!!!!!!!
My great grandma lives down there. She might be dead soon and we LOVE going down there! So it is just something that we should do because something could happen anytime. I would love to see my grandma at least a few more times, until she dies……………
My grandma lives in Florida! We drive the 13 1/2 hours in one day whenever we go down there. Ugh.
We drove down there……… 17 or 18 hours for us! It was kind of annoying and so long and then there are the kids yelling or fighting in the background. UGH!
Yeah but 90 degrees is very hot! I hate anything more than 80/ 75 is my borderline!
Yeah, I prefer Winter and cold! 🙂 So how has everything been going?
Ooh I bet that hurt!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hi Fish and Owl Triplets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aww! Yeah, I have a fish. 😛 Sorry, I had tons of notifications and didn’t see your comments until now. It makes me so excited when I see my notifications from this chat. 🙂 Your poor dog! And it got a lot hotter here, by the way. High 90’s like the whole day. It could be worse!
Lucky you!! It got down to 90 two days ago, but now its up more! I get super excited whenever I get notifications too! Especially for this chat!!! You guys are so nice and fun!!
Lucky you!! It got down to 90 two days ago, but now its up more! I get super excited whenever I get notifications too! Especially for this chat!!! You guys are so nice and fun!!
You are both too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love being on here because I get to meet so MANY AMAZING PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every day I check like fifty times to see if anyone has replied or has just anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂 It makes me happy to talk to you all and see what you have to say!!!!!!!!!!!!!
^^^Seriously thou!!! What time zone do u guys live in?? Cuz @thedemigod1112, u commented at like 4:30 am for me. I’m in the pacific time zone. And before you want to do your dream job (I think u both wanted to do something that goes along with writing???) What do u want to get done… I know I’ve said is before, but I want to be in the army with a canine before I become an author or an editor. I think it would be really cool, and lots of hardwork but I want to give back to my county!
I live in the eastern zone, in Ohio. And I want to maybe before writing, get some things changed, like war and replace it, and travel the world, teaching about the beauty and wonders of nature. And go to every library there is, to learn more about cultures and things! (I want to give back to my world!)
Oh gosh!!!!!!!!! I would be scared too!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But do not worry, she is most likely nervous too! She might have changed, so see if you like her just the same and if you feel nervous around her, just know that we have all been through that. That is a lot of my days………… 🙂 I am always here for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hi guys!!!!! Sorry, I’ve been on a trip this week and had no service! I want to be a book editor and I am also exhausted. How did the meeting with your friend go? I live in Central time zone. I had to look it up. XD
I just wanted to say that you guys are my best friends on this site.
Don’t worry, I had to look it up too!!! I’m also exhausted!!! Very little sleep the past nights and stress do not make a good combination… Anyways, it went great!!! Thanks for asking!!! You guys are my best friends on this site toooooooooo!!! Your so nice, fun, and smart!!! Love u guys!!
Gosh there are so many comments on this chain 😀
Yeah I got like three hours of sleep a couple nights ago and like 5 and 6 and then I actually slept well last night… I was at a church camp, which went really well, by the way, and we didn't have that much time to sleep. So hooooooott there.
Yay for the friend thing going well!
You guys totally get me, I love that, thanks.
I am so glad that it went well @smartcleverbunny560 !!!!!!!!!!!!!! And @rileckie20 do not worry either, I had to look it up because I really had no idea! And I have been sleeping well, but you know, garden stuff and play so busy, busy, busy. Thank you for being my best friends on this site, I love you both so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are my sisters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀
Same!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am SO glad to be a Fish Triplet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀 😀 😀
Fish Owl Triplet Sisters! Glad to be one. 😀 I love how you guys are so positive all the time.
Hey, have you guys read The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale? The series is AMAZING!
I just started reading The Land of Stories series and it’s really good so far. The Goose Girl is about a princess of Kildenree, Ani, who is sent to Bayern to marry Geric, the crown prince. On her way to his castle, there is a revolt, and she is force to skedaddle and get a job as a goose girl so she can earn enough money to make the journey back home.
I looked it up on Amazon and paraphrased it, so I didn’t spoil anything the summary didn’t say.
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THOSE BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY ARE AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I am almost done with the last one!) 😀
I realized I never told you guys my name! I’m Rilee! *now you don’t have to type out my username*
Thanks guys! I feel like I knew your name was Natalie, but I guess I forgot. Oops. 😛 What books are you both reading right now? I’m rereading Half Upon a Time and I’m reading The Land of Stories 2 for the first time (well I’m like 5 pages in, but whatever). Oh, and The Shadow Throne.
That is perfectly fine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😛
Books I am reading: Ink and Bone. I have just started it, but I really like it so far!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I have already finished the last Book of Bayern……. 🙁
So that is basically all for now! But I have to see!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yesterday, me and my brother and sister, were making short movies. It was fun!!!!!!!!!!!! We all love acting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀
No, really, I’m a whole lot worse than you think I am. I am so awkward, it’s really funny. Story time: I have two best friend that are boys, and I don’t talk to many other boys besides them – again, I’m awkward – and we had a church camp and I talked to them (and my girl best friends, of course) so much, they were probably so sick of me. That story had no point. Sorry. 😀 😛 I talk a ton in real life.
No, no that is perfectly fine!!!!!!!!!!! I love hearing others stories!!!!!!!! And in real life, I am the quiet one. The one who does have something to say, but does not always say it. (Any other stories?) Ooh I have one:
One time me and my best friend were at her house, playing Harry Potter. We acted out scenes and stuff. My best friend was a great friend then. But then we had our moments……. : She said, “I am Hermione.”
I always wanted to be Hermione but she said I would have to be Ginny. I hated it! I kind of started crying and then we changed the subject to something else. (I was very sensitive then).
Boring, right?!? 😉
Not boring at all! I am definitely like Hermione, she’s my favorite character. Book Ginny is so much better than Movie Ginny, even though Bonnie Wright was a terrific actor in the films. I don’t think I’ve ever been quiet. I’m the adventurous one in my family. I love roller coasters and heights! I’ve been on a straight down super tall waterslide and it was great. Gosh there are a lot of comments on this conversation, I don’t know why it surprises me so much.
Hermione is my favorite too!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I agree, but Bonnie is a great actress!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am the shy, quiet, sensitive, laughing, loving, and snorting girl of my family. My younger sister is the one who is always out there and making friends in an instant. I think on here, I am more happy and things, because that is who I am on the inside. I guess sometimes I cannot bring that out. 🙁
And I do not like roller coasters!!!!!!!! They are too much!!!!!!!! (But heights are fine, until I feel like I am going to be sick). I feel like I could have some adventure in my life, but another thing inside of me, says oh no!
And yes a lot of comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think it is great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀
Haha I’m not sensitive at all, I cry maybe once a year. Not exaggerating. I’m happy-go-lucky and positive, I skip around my house singing Disney songs as loud as I want. I’m always laughing and I already have smile lines. I would describe myself as an introvert that acts like an extrovert. I enjoy working by myself and would rather not go to dances and such and go to the library instead. I’m a very friendly person, though, and I can be social when I want to. 🙂
You are lucky you can be happy all the time!!!!!!!!!!!!! I sometimes can, but you know the world thing brings me down……… I love to laugh and smile!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It makes me feel great, but same thing…… the world! I am an introvert, because I keep all my feelings inside. And I do enjoy working by myself and I always want to go to the library!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People say that I am friendly and that I do make friends faster than others, but I am not too sure. I can kind of be social, but I always get nervous and start to sweat a lot! 😉 😉 😉 😀
Hahaha!! Success!! Comment 100!!!! Lol. OK sorry for not being on and replying and such for a couple days, I’ve been on vacation.. So, I’m just going to go down the line of 12 comments (yes I’m that weird person who counts the comments before they click on it!) and just reply to them on this singe comment.. Beware it might get long.. (Sorry again)
1. Thx Rilee!! Yours is awesome! I’ve always imagined you as a Rilee, Rilen, or something that is close to Rilee.
2. Thanks Natalie! I also feel like I knew you were a Natalie earlier but I also forgot!
3. (See above). Let’s see.. I just finished rereading the first Alice in Zombieland book (yes I types that correctly). I love that series!!! But the last book just got weird cuz it wasn’t the main character talking and it was just awkward… Now I am reading Independent Study. Its the second book of The Testing
4/5\6\7\8. I’ve made short movies with my siblings before and boy were they TERRIBLE!!! My sister loves to act, and I love to act, but she is actually good at it!! I’m right with you there Rilee, I’m super awkward. Honestly I don’t talk a lot, but the one time I talk nonstop is when I see one of my grandmas. She and I are super close and I’m so awkward when I talk to her that sometimes I stop and tell her I’m sorry if I’m annoying her. And I love story time!! My friend Ainsley does story time about every five minutes when we hangout.
K, this is just going to be the last bit of the comments just combined because I’m getting tired of counting… —— I love Hermione too! You guys are lucky you have friends who read willingly and who love harry potter!! I’ve always been more quiet around everyone. I feel the exact same way Natalie!!!
I absolutely love talking to u guys!!
Cool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it is okay you forgot my name, I forget a lot of things! I have to dust, so I cannot do too long of a post, but I love you both so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You guys are AMAZING to talk to and get to know and you make me happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂 Got to go finish the dusting and then I will back on as soon as possible!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<3 You guys are so sweet and like Natalie said AMAZING to talk to!! Honestly I feel like I could talk to you about anything that's going on, happy or sad.! Dusting… Lol! When does school start for you guys again? Mine starts NEXT Thursday.. I mean, what school district starts school on a Thursday???? Apparently mine does! We used to start the Tuesday AFTER the Thursday we start this year!!(sorry if that was confusing..) And something you should know about me 1 is that I tend to go off topic ALOT as you can tell, and 2 I tend to rant about stuff a lot… Mostly books, but sometimes other things… OK. Lol. Back to the school thing.. My grandma says that she always started in September after Labor day! I think this is crazy!! My school ppl are ridding me of three days of good sleeping!!!
OK, sorry if that was boring, rant over… 🙂
I have to dust every week. 🙂
School starting? Uh………… I already am in school. 🙂 I have no idea what school in my district starts on Thursday………. And for me: 1) I always want to have tons of exclamation points at the end of my sentences, and 2) I sometimes get off subject too.
And I love rants!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀
Yep, I am. But I am actually (I cannot believe I am finally saying this!), homeschooled……………. We do it year round. I hope you do not think of me as a freak or something, because school was not really good for me. My mom thought it was best if we were homeschooled. 🙂
Of course I don’t think you’re a freak! Homeschooling is cool! I also love exclamation points and I hate dusting. I don’t know if you guys hate dusting, I just wanted to say that. I love rants. I start school next Thursday too! So unfair! Our summer seems like it gets shorter every year. 🙁
I love you guys, you are amazing people.
I was taking a break from this website, so sorry that I haven’t been responding.
Thank you Rilee!!!!!!!!!!!!! My friends never talked to me again and just ignore me, when they see me somewhere, just because I am homeschooled, so I thought maybe people would do the same here. (Even though I should not doubt you all!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all our weird in our own ways.) 🙂
I do not hate dusting, but is it boring. And time passes very quick, as you get older. I really do not like it! One day I am 5 and the next I am 13! And we love you too Rilee, because you are amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And that is fine!!!!!!!!!! I sometimes take breaks and stuff (might not seem like it!), so then I can work on school, etc. 😀
Sooooooooooooo many comments!!!
Natalie, why would I think of you as a freak? (Okay I just read your next comment, but still!!) One of my best friends started to homeschool in 7 grade and I’m still sad that she won’t be attending 8th with me, but I get to seed her almost every week!! And she just got a really cute dog!! Sorry that was off topic… I made her promise that she would at least try highschool out before wanting to homeschool for another 4 years.. That was off topic again but honestly I think its cool that she started homeschooling!
Dusting isn’t bad, because its one other easiest chores my mom gives me, but the stuff she gives me to dust smells… My mom thinks it smells good but I think it smells terrible… Ikr summer shrinks!!!
I take breaks sometimes, but mostly they are just by the day.. I’m sorry, but this question has been bugging me ever since Natalie said she was homeschooled.. What time do you wake up every morning on a ‘school’ day??
I don’t know why…………. I just have dealt with some things, that are hard and people seem to look at me like I am a freak. But I guess I am getting better with dealing with it!!!!!!!!!!! I have met several homeschooled kids and they are great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I really like homeschooling, because I can do things in my own pace and not have to ride the bus and etc. ! At my old school (now at least), lunch costs 2.50 a day. And with five kids, that is A LOT of money just for school lunches!
And we wake up around 6 or 7 most school days. 😀 If I went to school, I would’ve to get up at 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We all are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂
We used to be the first ones on the bus, so it was A LONG hour of my life, because I cannot read, or I will get motion sickness! 😉 And then the ride back was a pain too, because everyone was SO LOUD and then my headache would get worse!!!!!!!!!! So I am better off now! 🙂
Cool! Yeah I know how you feel. Sometimes I have to take a different bus bcuz mine doesn’t come… It su cks because I don’t get a seat to myself so I can curl up. The back pain is terrible too but I’ve found to lay on your backpack helps. Are you going to try to go to highschool Natalie? Or are you going to keep homeschooling?
I think we are going to keep homeschooling. I am not ready to go back to school and if I start ninth grade in homeschooling I have to stick with it, because the highschool would make me get he lled back and then I would not be able to go to college early and do what I want to do. 🙂 Do you think you would ever want to be homeschooled?
Umm… I honestly don’t know. I hate waking up early for school, but my mom would still make me get up early.. And I sometimes get sick of my house so getting out and going to school is good for me, even if I don’t know. So if I was given a choice I….. Don’t know what I would do.. I have mixed feelings about it..
Hey! Haven’t heard from you I in a while!! (Like 2 days) lol! How are you doing?
Gosh, I’ve been checking for comments on this post and somehow missed both of yours! Sorry! I’m going into 10th grade, and I think it’s too late to be homeschooled now. I am considered “gifted” (not bragging, just saying), so if I was homeschooled, I could probably be in college right now. Sigh.
That is okay!!!!!!!!!!!!
And maybe if you wanted to be homeschooled you could do it, but it would be hard……………… And I was never really considered gifted. (Well maybe in reading and writing..), so I think it is great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I am going to do some classes in college, maybe around 11th grade, because someone said that going earlier, you are brought into things that will affect you, so we are waiting! And I am glad you are back on this comment (AMAZING) chain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m doing OK. I have a really bad cold right now and haven’t gotten muck sleep, but yesterday I went to six flags amusement park!! That was really fun!! I just hope I’m not sick on Thursday because that’s when school starts… Oh well.. I love talking to you guys..
Wow! I hope you feel better! Summer colds are the worst. I’ve never been to Six Flags (even though we live kind of close to one, like 2 hours away).
I have a stuffy nose today and I have started coughing again. 🙁 It always happens around now! I took some allergy pills, so let’s hope I get better!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How have you both been? And what are you doing? I have to go do school and work on my one year adventure novel, before my siblings take away the computer. 🙂
Yeah I have a stuffy nose and it hurts to cough… I have a cold and school starts tomorrow!!! I have a pet Kleenex box that I named Tami.. She follows me everywhere.. Wish me luck with school and I hope you feel better Natalie!!!
I’ve been good, despite my cold, thx for asking!! How about you?? I am sitting on my couch watching my siblings play minecraft because I’m bored.. And because I’m sick.. So yeah! Your writing a novel?? Cool!!
Good luck with school!!!!!!!!!!!! And I have a stuffy nose, but I am good! Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀 I am kind of writing a novel, just getting all my ideas in place and things and learning structure, but it is really fun! (I am SO weird! Sorry for not replying! I was having a sleepover at my grandpa’s and then I had play practice!)
I’m coughing, so I guess we’re all sick.
I’m about to eat ice cream, so I’m doing pretty well. How about you guys?
I am better, still had a stuffy nose. 🙂 It is night, so I should get ready for bed. Bye my triplets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
School was food, but I’m still sick soo…. Yeah.. Rilee I want ice cream!!! No fair lol!! Doing better but I still have a stuffy nose, my ears are plugged, and I can’t talk, but I swear I’m getting better!!!! Sorry it took me so long, school and soccer take up my days!!! What sports do you do?? I do soccer and volleyball!
Maddy I can tell you are getting better. 😉
School is also kind of taking up my days, because I am spending more time on subjects and stuff. 🙂 And sports………….. Um……………. Uh……….. Does doing plays count as a sport. (No, of course not Nat! Shut up, Hermione! Fine!) 😉 I do not play sports, as Hermione kindly pointed out to me. *Hermione smiles, pulling her book out.* I used to do ballet, gymnastics, and then cheerleading, but I quit. (Not all at the same time, but like different parts of my lifetime).
I know this might be a personal question: But have the two of you ever had boyfriends? Or crushes?
Im not very sensitive about that stuff, so don’t worry! I mean I’m sensitive about THEM but not when people ask me! Technically no, I haven’t. I don’t think you count it if one person says they like you and you say you like them and nothing else happens.. And I’m not supposed to date til I’m 16. And I don’t want to date til I’m 16… But yes, i’ve had many fictional boyfriends.. They were crushes in the beginning of the book, but I officially am married about 23 times!! No divorces yet in the series!!! Yay! IRL I’ve also had a couple crushes.. This one guy went to my church and I could not remember his name the first time we met!! It was so embarrassing because I was teaching the class and I had to stop and ask his name!! It made it super awkward that he was hot!!! I still like him but he moved away…. What about you Natalie?? Had you had any boyfriends or crushes??
I am not much sensitive about questions like it either. I am not really sensitive or too personal about any other question really. And IKR? I have had TONS of book crushes and have married a few of them by the way. And congrats on no divorces! I have had one. 🙂
I have had a boyfriend in preschool (WOW, right?), a boyfriend in second grade, a boyfriend in fourth grade, and two boyfriends in fifth grade. I have no idea why that happened, but oh whatever. And a lot of crushes for me. In third grade, I had a crush on this guy who came to our house with his mom, to pick strawberries. We played and stuff, and when he left, I never knew his name, so I called him Strawberry Patch Boy. I wrote a song about him and had lots of dreams with him in them. Then I got over it, but he is still part of me, somehow. I think I have had a few crushes, but it really never happened, because I saw them once and then BAM gone. 🙂 Right now I have a crush on a boy who is in the play I am doing (He is the lead), and I have been having very nice dreams with him in them. But I still really really really like one of the boy’s who I dated in fifth grade. (I broke up with him, long story), so you know just confused. 🙂
Draco Malfoy. Me and him broke up a few months ago, when I found out he was cheating on me.
And I would love to hear the story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀
Sorry Natalie, I knew you had commented, and I knew what you had commented I just didn’t have time to type out the story.. So as you know, most of the girls language includes ‘like’ a lot. Well this particular girl uses the work link. Yes she has a slight accent but stll. Her name is Malaysya (pronounced Mala-yie-s-ya). I was partnered with her for a project last year and she loves to talk. Here was one of our conversations. (And this girl if freakin popular)
Me: So what is the variable you want to change?
Malaysya: I, link, really, link, don’t care. Link who would want to change e width, link that’s the dumbest idea ever. (Honestly I wanted to change the width!!!). That’s all I remember right now cuz I’m super tired!! How are you??
Hehehe! And it is fine! I understand! 🙂
She sounds unusual……… Really! I never use the same words over and over again. 😉
I wonder how Rilee is doing! I am good! How have you been? (And really where is Rilee?)
I have a little cough, but my big thing now is a blue toe nail. (Long story for next time).
And yeah it does seem like a long time, doesn’t it?
So my brother and other brother were fighting in the garage. They kept screaming at each other over something stupid. I ran to the garage and slipped on some sandals. (Worst mistake, ever!) I pushed my brother and he went outside, grinning at me and my other brother. They were fighting over a battery. For a kid gator or something!
I slowly took out the battery and without warning my brother rose his fist in the air, making me flinch. And at that moment………. The battery dropped on my big toe!
I screamed for some time. 🙁
A few days ago. 🙁 My toe nail is the color of blue with purple. I am okay. 🙂 Don’t worry. 🙂
It looks like I painted my toe nail! Really! But it is just a bruise!
😉 What do you think about politics? I know, weird question, but I was just wondering. 🙂
Hmmm………. I think anything concerning the government is politics…..
I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive lately! 🙁 I’m alive! I really need to focus on school and Cross Country, and I was spending way too much time here. Miss you guys!
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Me too!!!!!!!!!! We miss you Rilee and hope everything goes well for you at school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh gosh I’m so tired!!! He are you fishies doing??
That’s great!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀 I had practice today and I helped babysit my cousins!
It is Natalie, but call me Nat or whatever. Don’t really mind. 🙂 And homeschooling is going great!!!!! I had to rush school today, but it still went great!
Oops no sorry I should have said play practice! My favorite subject has to be Writing and Reading. History and science ae fine, but not on my list of top favorites. 🙂
Its fine!!! What play are you doing? Thats my favorite subject too!! I’m assuming you don’t like math… 🙂 Most people don’t. Its OK, I have a teacher this year where he doesn’t like to give homework and its three weeks into the school year and we haven’t started math yet!! I forgot of I asked this question already.. Do you guys have any pets??
The Lion King Jr. 🙂
And yep math is a big……… NOOOOOOOO! I don’t think I will ever love it. And yeah……. Math for me is doing it in a workbook and asking for help when I don’t know the answers or what to do.
Hmm………. pets………. Well we have outside cats. Two of them are SO cute and all you want to do is cuddle them. But the other two or three…….. I really cannot stand or love them. They are really gross. But that is just me. What are some of your pets?
And yes you are a little off. Ohio. Ohio is where I live. 🙂
Hmm……… The farthest? When we went to visit our grandma in Florida, I think. We have also went to Canada, but barely in. Like at the tip. 🙂 How about you?
😉 Cali! You are SO far away from me!
Hmm……. That is like the only time I have ever ben out of the country, so far. I plan on going to London, etc, with my mom when I am older just to experience it. What country or city do you think you would like to visit when you are older?
Its going great!! I have to run the mile today though… What time do u normally wake up in the morning?
Around 6 or 7. Yesterday I slept till 8 something because I went to bed around 10
Not much……….. Have you?
((God I am so tired! Yesterday was the last day of the play and my feet were sore and my throat strained and it was sad to leave, but such a relief! Do you think you would ever like to do a play or something along that line, even with the hours of working and staying up late?))
No, I haven’t done anything really this month besides school… And if I had the chance to do a play, I might take it… I’m really terrible at acting, but sometimes I take a favorite chapter from a book that Im reading that I’ve memorized and just talk my way through it when I’m in bed! And how was your play?!?!! I k ow I’ve probably asked this, but what play did u do??
I think I am okay at acting……… 🙂 And yes it is fun to do that!
The play went good! I had one panic attack about changing fast, but I got through it. 🙂 And I did Lion King Jr.
Not too hot I believe. How is the weather and heat for you?
I love cold too!!!!!!!
The beach is beautiful and I love the sea, so much too!!!!!!!!
Wow, there’s 176 notifications on here!?! When is your bday?? Mine is April 13!!
Song………. Last Kiss or Treacherous By: Taylor Swift. Yours?
Movie……… Hmm……. That is hard. Harry Potter movies? Yours?
No Pinterest. My mom does though!
Mine is Jan. 12th!
Hey! How are you guys?? How’s school?? I had a not so great day today because my hamster died, but how was your day??
Hey! I am doing good! And school is going good too!
Aww…. 🙁 I am sorry! I hope everything is going well for you!
I think life is good. Sometimes stressful days and all you want to do is break down and cry, but you have to get through it, I guess.
I don’t think I am doing another play soon. Maybe in five months or so from now, but right now I do not want to stress my parents out.
And I do not play any instruments. We might start sometime, but right now is not the right time. You know? Do you?
Yeah I play the bari sax! I did cello in 4th grade +(I remember some of it…) Flute in 5 and 6 (remember how to do that since its the same as the sax basically) alto AND tenor saxophone in grade 7, and now I’m doing the bari!! I can also do piano and recorder… Now that I think about it I can play a lot!!
Yeah I know how you feel!! When Sammy (my hamster) died, that was basically my chance to just let it all out…miss u rilee!!
Ah….. Oh………. I hope he is doing good wherever he is!
Miss you Rilee!!!!!!!!!!
Full House, Boy Meets World, Girl Meets World, K.C Undercover, etc. 🙂 I don’t have tv like that, so the computer is where I watch things. What about you?
I also love full house, fuller house (on Netflix) most Disney shows though I hardly have time to watch them, girl meets world and once upon a time.. So you know how in girl meets world, the main characters in boy meets world are all grown up?? In fuller house its like that too.. DJ has he own boys and Stephanie and Kimmy move in to help her out..
Yes! I understand!
I have watched Fuller House. *Sigh.* It is hard to watch because of the stupidness. I mean come on people! Dumb is not the way to get to the hearts of people! Love and hope and realness does.
I have read the first and second book…. But I couldn’t read the next book. It was too sad and I could not take it. But maybe another time?
How did you like the third book? I thought it was a monster.
The third book is a little sad, but towards the end it gets better in my opinion!! But right now I’m hating cal.. I won’t tell u why becuz of spoilers, but…. Ugh, that boy!!! And u changed ur profile!! Do u look like it IRL?? I do, only I have freckles on my nose and my eyes change color in different light.. It’d honestly kinda creepy….
Hey I am fine with spoilers and I looked at the end, so I hate Cal too.
Yeah I did!
No I don’t look like this at all. 🙁 I would be so pretty if I did though! I like your avatar! And I bet you are really pretty!
I think that everyone’s eyes change color. You just don’t really notice it. Or they change into different shades of colors. Sometimes my eyes are light blue or dark or right in the middle, or something. 🙂
I can explain what I look like to you, if you would like. It is fun. 🙂
Aww, thanks!! That is probably true, I just haven’t noticed… I think depends on how dark the shade is, because my friend had dark dark dark brown he yes they’re almost black eyes, and they don’t change color…
I I think I would like that so I can picture you better!!
There’s supposed to be a fourth and fifth book to that series!! E next one comes out in May 2018!!! And JTS called warstorm! But MAYYYYYYYYYYY???? I was asking my dad if I could preorder the book and he said no and I asked why, but he said they always go on sale AFTER they come out. Here was my response. “If I get this book AFTER it comes out I will die!” He just laughed and still said no…
So yeah, I’m bummed. But I’m probably still going to get it the day it comes out… 🙂 you know what was really weird, I had a dream and you were in it…. We were driving someplace and you were in the car right in front of us and you stuck your head out the window and yelled “are you smartcleverbunny560??” I nodded and asked if you were thedemigod1112. You nodded and we both smiled.. Then there was a scene change and something totally unrelated to this happened.. It was kinda funny though
Maybe……… I think it happens more with the lighter eyes.
Alright! Let’s do this! : I have ***** blonde straight hair that falls a little past my shoulders, blue squinty eyes that are mixed in with a bit of brown near the pupil with dark eyelashes, and black eyebrows. I have pale skin that is covered with freckles and skinny arms, with a skinny body. I have bigger shoulders and chest. I am around the height of 5’4, maybe less.
Too much info. Sorry!
And gah I know! Waiting for the next School for Good and Evil book for me, is pain! I want to know what happens!
And cool dream! I love those dreams, except when it changes suddenly.
You sound so pretty!! I’ll give u a better description.
I have medium brown hair that falls a couple inches below my shoulders, dark brown eyes w a tittle bit of hazel near pupil, freckles along my nose and upper cheeks with long black eyelashes and brown eyebrows. I have a medium frame also with bigger shoulders and chest. I have pretty tan skin, but you should see my high top converse tan line and my rubber band on my wrist tanline. Its pretty funny. Did you get an amber alert from San Fran?? Its only two hours away from where I live!!
I think I forgot to come back to this comment or something!
You sound pretty too!
(And also…. On my activity I have a blog that I shared and there is a real picture of me, if you want to check it out.)
And also hi!!!! I am doing good! You?
Thanks!!!!!!! And I have had the blog for around 2 years, so I thought I would make use of it!
And I know right? I was super mad at Soman for making it end like that! It was horrid and down right mean! (Says the girl who is making her character suffer through a lot and just called cruel because of it……) But still!
It always took us an hour to get to the school and an hour to get back at home. And our bus driver was pretty mean and fat……. So I understand!
I love that part!
Yeah we do it year round. But you don’t have to…….
How are you today?
Aww……. I am sorry! I hope you get well soon!
I am doing fine! (But ugh, I don’t want to go to Shooting Club with my brother! Boring!) But hey still fine! (Even though I am trying to work on giving my character Laf more feeling….. Even though she is trying to act cold…. Oh wait I figured it out!)
I didn’t know you are writing a story!! From the looks of it, people are loving it!! So I tried t go back to chapter one, but I only got to 12 ish before I gave up. Could you do one or two posts with all your chapters so far and tag me in it please?? I would love to read it!!
🙂 🙂 😀
I deleted it in my activity, but I found what I could! I still have to edit it, so I am sorry if some things are not very good!
The wind slashed at the walls. I huddled closer to my sister, Carrie. Our candle flickered in and out, as if the wind was controlling it. Another night like this and me and my sister would be close to death. It had been days of this storm, raging high and low. We could not go outside and all of our food was gone. My stomach was hollow. I felt like I was nothing. Just a speck that could be tossed away without a further thought. I guess I was.
Carrie shifted in her sleep. I rubbed the side of her golden hair. It used to be full of colors, but after mom died, the light seemed to go away. Everywhere. Her eyes were dim and even when she laughed, the light did not fill them. Carrie was nothing too. “Carrie,” I whispered to myself and her. “If we die, know that I love you.”
The weight on my chest seemed to lighten a little. I smoothed back my starch coal hair. Mom would have known what to do. Tears sprang up. I had to stay strong fort Carrie. But that never stopped the tears from falling down, like rain.
Dreams of what life used to be filled my night. Carrie as a baby playing on the floor, mom bent down next to her. And me, sitting in the corner watching. The house was full of love then. Dad was alive, working and always coming to kiss me goodnight. But then he died. No one knew how he died, but there was a small bite on his neck, that everyone figured was a birthmark. I knew better. Mom told me to never mention it though. Ever, she warned me, Or your dad’s friends will think that we are crazy. We need their support.
After that, mom seemed to go away. She never looked at me and her whole life seemed to dim. She died of depression. Or as I saw, she killed herself. Mom could not take it anymore, so she left us to fend for ourselves. I hated her and loved her. Then, once she died, no one ever talked to us or helped us. We were left on our own.
I woke up, the wind roaring loud in my ear. We had hours left.
Name: Lafette Rose (Also called Laf)
Age: ? (Maybe 14, 15, or 16)
Appearance: Lafette has dark black eyes that are large and round, coal colored hair that goes to her waist (she pins it up in a bun, but most days, she leaves it alone), pale skin with a tiny sprinkle of freckles and a little mole on the side of her face. She has some scars on her arms and legs, from accidently dropping things and touching the oven, on accident. She is around 4’8, so a lot of people think that she is a little kid, even with her chest and curves. Lafette’s body is slim because she is so small, but too thin because all of her bones show.
Clothes: She is plain and simple, so nothing fancy or perfect. Mostly a dark dress that goes to her knees, with a knife in her pocket, a jacket, and army boots. But she also wears: A blue sweatshirt that goes to her knees, with a small hand me down skirt, without shoes.
Personality: She is very stubborn, thoughtful, depressed, angry, helpful, sensitive, and beautiful.
For example: Lafette is very stubborn in her ways and no one can convince her otherwise. They would lose in one second. People have always looked down at her, because she is small, so she gets very angry when anyone says something stupid about her. She cannot stand it! Lafette also always thinks a lot about what ifs and things and given a problem, she doubts that she can solve it, even though she can!
Friends: Carrie is the only one she really considers a friend. Of course it is her sister!
Flaws: Her stubbornness has always been a problem, because it has gotten her into many fights and into trouble. But she also has another flaw: She cannot let go of the past. The past that haunts her and the past that made her, her. She keeps going through it and does not try to think about something else she should pay attention to. Now! Lafette also holds grudges against those who have called her small and always plans to hurt them later on.
Weapons: A hunting knife, that she carries with her everywhere. She is always on her top game, watching things whenever she is out on the street. Anything could happen to her and Carrie, just like something happened to their dad.
Backstory: She was born in a log cabin in the woods. Her mom’s and dad’s neighbors and friends came to celebrate the beautiful day. The party lasted the whole week, everyone in high spirits. Every year, everyone came to celebrate her birthday and tell Lafette how she was so beautiful. Her mom and dad spoiled her every day, spending any spare time with her. And then when she was the age of 6, her parents had another baby. This girl was more beautiful than Lafette. Everyone who used to pay attention to Lafette, went to Carrie. Lafette became distant and always sat in the corner. Her dad was the only one who ever really listened to her and said, I love you. Then he died, leaving them alone. And then her mother.
Carrie rocked back and forth, her eyes staring at the wall. I slammed against the door, again. Nothing was working. I couldn’t get the **** thing open! After I woke up, I spent hours, sitting and staring at the ceiling. I finally came to something: I had to get us out of this house. Even if we were stuck in, I had to do it. For Carrie.
A branch came crashing down. I jumped, hoping it did not fall on the house. But with our luck, it did. The branch slammed into the ceiling, boards falling down. I ran to Carrie and pulled her close to the wall. It fell to the ground, breaking our bed, with a snap. I closed my eyes. The one thing that father had made. Gone. Tears seemed to crawl down Carrie’s and my face. Carrie was young when, father had made that bed. It was one thing I could remember him by. Now it was……… I sniffed, taking a deep breath. I had to be strong. For Carrie.
“Come on!” I called to her.
Carrie struggled to reach my hand. I had figured out, that if I climbed up the broken boards, I could get outside. The cold air stung my cheek. I leaned forward, my hand skimming Carrie’s. Come on, I told her in my mind. Carrie jumped and grabbed my hand. It wasn’t hard to pull her up. She weighed barely anything.
We both sat on top of our roof. The whipping wind, slashed on our cheeks and pulled on our clothes. I shivered, my body starting to freeze. “Should we go back down?” Carrie asked.
If we went back down, could we really make it back up? Or would it be our dying grave? I pulled out my knife. “Maybe we could think of something else……..”
Minutes later, I had managed to find a rope. It was hanging on the side of our house, blown from the wind. I snatched it fast, and held it over the hole. Carrie slipped back in and brought out one pack full of clothes and whatever. My stomach moaned, hitting me with a wave. I clutched my side, hoping it would stop. But it didn’t. Carrie helped me down, her eyes starting to fill with something, I had not seen in so long. Hope.
I fell to the ground, Carrie holding my armpits. My eyes searched for anything that could bring us luck. But the only thing in sight was trees. My stomach heaved and I puked all over. Spots covered my vision and I could hear Carrie screaming in the background.
“Please!” Carrie begged. “Please, my sister!”
I could hear her begging for something. I moaned, rolling onto my side. A rough voice hissed, “No, girl, we cannot.”
“But she is dying and so am I!”
“Then starve to death, for all I care. You have no money and I am not a free trader.”
I opened my eyes, to find them trained on an old man. He was beside his wagon, full of supplies and his wife leaned out of the front, holding the reigns. Carrie was on her hands and knees, clutching his pant leg. “We need food!” She cried. “I’ll do anything!”
The old man’s wife, stepped down from the wagon. “Anything?” She said. Her tone was soft and her words were perfect and clear. I could feel myself relaxing. “Would you be my assistant?”
The man cried in rage. Carrie nodded, her face stern and deathly pale. We were one inch from death. I was lucky I was even alive. But as I stirred to life even more, something hit me. Spots were everywhere and a scream echoed around us. I had no idea, if it was me or Carrie, because I was already gone.
“You cannot die yet,” Mom cooed.
I looked up, my head pounding and my heart slowing. “Mom…………”
“Carrie needs you.”
Always about Carrie. But she was right. Carrie was sweet and sensitive. She couldn’t handle life without me. Life was a harsh and devil of a place. It took someone sweet and innocent and warped their minds. I had to be there to teach Carrie how to save herself. Because otherwise my life had no purpose. We were nothing. I took deep breaths. They could be the last ones I had. I had to fight it, a voice inside me said. But even then, my body was already done with fighting. “Not yet,” Mom screamed. But the voice was wrong. It was sweet and beautiful. Carrie. “I need you, Laf! Please, I need you more than anything! Do not die! Please!”
She was wailing. I struggled, the pain trying to overcome what was left. No, I shouted, I am not done! I am not done yet! Then slowly, my eyes opened and I was seeing two things. The darkness that called me and my sister, crying over my body. “Choose,” Said the darkness. “Choose or we will.”
I wasn’t ready for death. I felt torn. Death meant sleep and rest and living meant being in **** with my sister. “I choose………….” I whispered. “I choose……….. LIFE!”
I stumbled up. Carrie hurried to get something and came back with food in her hands. “Eat, now before………..”
She couldn’t finish the words. She choked up. I nodded and slowly gorged the food. My stomach could not take too much, so after that, I threw up quite a bit. But I had food in me. And I was alive. The wagon stumbled on, bouncing on every bump and rocking around. It was leading us to somewhere, where the dead stayed dead and the living were spoiled rotten. The only place that was worse than ****: The kingdom.
The wagon hit another huge rock, sending us tumbling around. I gritted my teeth and slammed into the wagon flap. Rain crashed down from all around us, the wind blowing everywhere. I was used to the sound. But it did not always stop me from flying up into the air, if there was a huge crack of lightning.
It had been two weeks, since I had been very close to death. The first week, had been **** for me and Carrie. I could barely hold myself up and every time I needed something, Carrie was right beside me, holding my hand and helping. I wasn’t able to go to the bathroom by myself or eat or anything. It was like death, but different. The old woman and man barely did anything, except carry me food and order Carrie around. I would have punched them in the face, if it wasn’t for my weakness.
We stopped for the night, our backs groaning and our stomachs howling for food. But since it was a day like this, we had to eat in the wagon, shivering and cowering together for warmth. It seemed like we were back in the cabin or something. I had to remind myself, that the cabin was gone and our old lives were gone. Tears always came after thoughts of the cabin. It was like an aftertaste, that never stopped coming through and was always there in the back of your mind, grinding and cutting. The wound was always close to my heart, very easy to pierce and break through. I did not tell Carrie anything. She most likely felt the same way and what was the point of sitting around, moping for something that brought you good and bad memories.
Carrie put her head on my shoulder. I stared at the man and woman. They both were around 60 and there backs and faces showed years of hard work and the knowing of death. It hurt me bad that people had to suffer old age and hard work. Life was cruel in that way. The way that made you want to kill yourself, the way it made you feel like you were a nothing, and the way it took everything away from you. All it was was a cruel game, that decided everything you were. I didn’t want to play that game. But I was in this life and it was the only thing that held a thread between me and death. And Carrie would soon learn that. The hard way.
The old man shoved his shoulder against the wheel, trying to make it move. “**** it!” He cursed.
I stood back watching. We were stuck. Everything was going fine, until the wagon, hit a huge rock. We couldn’t move it and hours of waiting had already passed, and I was ready to give up and walk the rest of the way to the kingdom. But the old man would not leave his wagon. It was his home and his treasure. I had seen him polishing it and talking to it, before. But I managed to leave my home behind, so why couldn’t he?
“How much longer?” The woman called to us.
The woman and Carrie stood some ways on front of us, staring. I shouted back, “Hours more, at the least!”
The old man cursed again and slammed his foot into the wheel. “**** you, you **** piece of ****! I am in charge! I will not stand for you to act this way!”
I backed away. He was crazy. The man remembered what he said to his baby and bent down and started soothing it. We were wasting time and I was about to suggest that me and Carrie would just leave, when the horses came loose. Their reigns fell away and they started galloping towards Carrie and the old woman. My body ran forward, everything slowing down. All around me, the world went to blur. I had to save Carrie, everything in my mind screamed at me. My life would be worthless if Carrie died. I would be nothing but a small speck that had no point of living. Please, I begged, Let me get there in time. I sprinted in what seemed like slow motion and my body screamed. It seemed to be hours before I crashed into the old woman and Carrie. We fell to the ground, out of the way of the horses. “Are you okay?” I shouted at them.
They both nodded, their faces full of fear. I saved them. My whole body panted with effort and I could feel sweat dripping down. They were okay. I sighed and rested my head on Carrie’s shoulder. “Thank god,” I whispered.
Finally, after almost losing his wife, the old man agreed that we had to move on. The horses were gone and the wagon couldn’t be moved without them, so it was time to move on. The old man picked out everything he knew would sell and put it all in a heavy bag. We all walked the rest of the way, taking turns carrying the old man’s things. The old woman and man could barely carry the bags, only for ten minutes and then I took the load. My body was straining and I stayed close to Carrie. She could have been hurt or killed today and I had to be there for her. Stupid life! It was going to take away my whole entire reason for living. And if she was dead, I would kill myself. But inside me, things said something entirely different. I wouldn’t listen to that dumb reasoning. If she was dead, then I would join her! We walked for days, our bodies and minds all in different places. The man kept muttering to himself and even though he tried not to let us see it, he had tears streaming down his face. I wished I could cry. It would make things easier to bear, even though it really wouldn’t.
I made camp. The others fell to the ground, falling straight asleep. But I couldn’t even close my eyes. I stared up at the night sky and longed for one last time………. One last time to see my dad. Yet, he was gone, I tried to remind myself. Even though he was in my heart, every day, leading and guiding me. Until the day I took my last breath.
We trudged up the hill. In front of us, was the most beautiful and **** kingdom I had ever seen. There were tons of shining buildings, taller than my house combined twenty times, with perfect rows of streets and people. It all seemed perfect and stunning. Too beautiful for me. On the other side of the kingdom, there were rows of long crooked buildings, with ruined houses and ruined streets. Holes appeared to be everywhere and it was like being back in my house. Fear gripping me at all times and not knowing if we would ever make it out. I shook my head, trying hard to get rid of the images. Carrie lifted her hand and rested it on my shoulder. I sighed. As long as Carrie was with me, I was okay.
The old man and woman took their bag from me. “We must say goodbye,” The old woman said, placing her lips on my sister’s head. “Thank you both for everything.”
I nodded. The old woman kissed Carrie on the head, another time and then turned. Disappointment filled me. But no one ever loved or cared for me, the way they cared for Carrie. My father was the only one, who loved me. A sob was shoved back down in my throat. No weakness. No caring. Yet, I wanted the old man and woman to stay with us. I needed them to. Carrie faced towards the kingdom. “Where should we go, Laf?”
I shook my head. “I – I’m not sure……… Let’s try to go to the center of the kingdom and work our way around.” I said, trying to sound like I thought I knew what I was doing.
Carrie smiled and took my hand, squeezing it. We started on, making our way through the perfect lines of people. It took hours and all I could think of was yelling and screaming in the silence. The only sound I could hear, was the stomping of feet. Nothing else. People only talked, in whispering tones, but only when they stopped for a break. That halted everyone up and then I had to force through people, to keep going. It was **** in its own way. We paused, panting. The heat that was coming from the shining buildings was worse than I thought it could be. My heart pounded loud and I could feel the heat burning through me. Like all I was, was a speck. And it was true, but my body and brain would and could not process it. It was too much.
I led Carrie into an alley, my head clearing. “The sun,” I whispered. “There is something odd about this…….”
The stories of this kingdom, came back to me in a flood. Father reading them all out loud. ‘The kingdom was an old one indeed, but with its new rulers, it became something odd. The world seemed to shift balance. There were new buildings that shone like the stars and spread sun burn onto outsiders. And then there were devil buildings with cracks and **** to bring. Both of these brought something to their new world. The woman rebels. The **** of something that people never thought would be able to fight against them. It was ****.’
We could not be in that city! It was impossible! But then, I remembered. I wanted to go here, for some reason. I needed to go here. But for what?
We stayed in the alley for the rest of the day. It started to turn dark and people waned away. Carrie held on tight to me, her features gloomy in the moonlight. “Come on,” I said. “It will be easier to walk now.”
Carrie followed me, as we walked in the lonely streets. The woman rebels could be waiting for us in the dark, but I would take that chance. Since I did steal the old man’s knife. The city seemed different at night. It was more real and more enjoyable to look at. We walked around, endlessly, searching for anywhere to sleep. I would not let my sister go to sleep, without knowing that I was able to protect her. Finally when my lungs could not take much more, we rested. I put my arm around Carrie and she fell asleep, on my shoulder.
My head moved leftwards, hitting something. I bolted straight up. How could I have fallen asleep, I shouted at myself, You are better than that Laf! She could have died, because of your stupidness! I checked to make sure Carrie was alright. Her body was curled up next to mine and as far as I could tell, she was breathing. Thank god. Then as if life wanted to kill me now for sure, feet started coming our way. I pulled Carrie closer to me, my knife in my left hand, ready to defend my life and hers. I would not let my sister die now. The footsteps took a break, right at the mouth of the alley. “You sure that you saw them?” Someone asked.
“Pretty sure. No idea how that girl and her sister survived the storm, but they did.”
One of the voices sounded familiar. I shut my eyes, listening harder. “What should we do then?”
“What we do best?” The other purred.
The voice hit me. My Uncle! I gasped and shoved myself closer to the wall. There was no sleep coming tonight.
Carrie yawned, throwing her arms up. The sky was the color of peach, with many different tones of yellow. It was a wonder how it became that color. I shook my head and stood up. My Uncle…….. The memories……….. I cleared my head of any thoughts. “So how did you sleep?” I asked Carrie.
“Alright,” She smiled, her cheeks the color of red apples. “And you?”
I stayed up half of the night, my head aching and my body felt like cr*p. So…….. what did she think happened? “Good.”
Carrie wrapped her arms around me, soaking up my warmth. “Are you hungry?” She questioned.
I knew the answer and so did she. But we had been asking each other that, since she was able to talk. I nodded. Both of our stomachs rumbled in agreement. “We should………..” I closed my eyes, thinking hard. What should we do? “…………. Go to the market!”
A dumb answer to our situation, but it was all I could think of.
The market. It was full of people, just like the day before. People on one side and people on another. We followed the crowd, keeping our heads down low and our eyes cast down. Anyone could mistake us for thiefs and then where would we be? In jail for the rest of our lives. I steered Carrie and me left, mingling with the other crowd of people. Sellers stood in straight lines, yelling about how their products were the best quality. I turned towards the man who was selling all kinds of food. He had dark gray hair, twisted to perfection, light blue eyes that stared bullets at me, and pale skin, the color of Carrie’s when we were stuck in the house, without food. “What’d you want, filthy girls?” He snarled.
Carrie hid behind my back, whimpering. I clenched my fists. What to do? What to do? “Sir,” I said. “We are here to buy food for our sick mother and sister.”
“Are you sure about that?”
He leaned forward, his eyes glaring in the sunlight. “Yes,” I choked out. “Yes I am sir!” Sweat ran down my arms and dropped down to the ground. Everything was making it worse. “Or would you like us to take our business somewhere else?”
The man slid back to his spot, grumbling to himself. He would not like us to take our money somewhere else, would he? I started to search my pockets, acting like I had lost something. I cried, “Oh no, oh no! My money is gone!” People around us, started to crowd around. Wait…… wait…….. my fingers itched to get their money out of their hands. But I had to wait.
“Carrie,” I whispered in her ear. “Faint.”
Without any doubt, she fell to the ground. Everyone cried out and bent over to see if she was alright. I pocketed any money that was in sight and shoved it under my shirt. Carrie kept making moaning sounds and everyone’s attention was on her. I grinned. It might go perfectly fine…….. But my Uncle came into my eye sight. I gasped, falling to the ground. And even though I knew what I saw was real, my vision went dark.
“Laf……..” Someone called. “Laf……….”
I opened my eyes. Father stood in front of me. “Laf,” He whispered.
He spread his arms wide. I went into them, without any doubt. It was warm and all I could hear was our thumping hearts. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, my darling.” Father kissed the top of my head.
Tears sprinkled down my cheeks. He was with me. He was with me! “You have no idea how much I have gone through, dad! Mom killed herself! Carrie and I……… Carrie and I……… Were sent to live with Uncle! He beat us and kept telling us how he would sell us to be slaves! Carrie almost died there! So we ran away and lived at our house, but then the storm and the food supply ran out and…………”
I rambled on and on. As I looked up, my father’s body changed into my Uncle’s. “Got you!” It hissed.
I screamed, fighting against his grip. “No! Let me GO!”
“And why would I?” He cooed.
He had no reason to let me go. I was his property. His toy. I shoved my shoulder into his stomach and really opened my eyes. And just like my dream……….. My Uncle was staring right at me.
Uncle grinned at me, his teeth the color of blood. He smelled like before. Blood………. I gagged. My body coiled away with instinct and I stood up, trying hard to clear my head. No way in **** would he take us back. Carrie did not deserve to go through that again. Ever.
Everyone’s focus was still on Carrie. We had to leave now. I could feel Uncle’s stare on my back. It was sharp and I knew what that meant. My body started to shake, but even then, I did not notice. Other things preyed on my mind. Carrie slowly came up, her nose covered in blood and her face pale. I stumbled over to her and wrapped my arms around her, breathing her in. She must have fallen on her nose when she fainted. Uncle crept up behind us, his footsteps just like a slithering snakes. Come on, I whispered to myself. You come close enough and I will slam my fist in your dumb *** stomach.
But even as that thought entered my head, he whipped around. Someone was whispered something to him. Something important. He growled a word back and stalked away. I sighed. Today we were lucky. But tomorrow or a week from now could be a different ending.
Carrie held the tissue up to her nose, blood still dripping. “What do you think Uncle will do, when he catches us?” She asked me.
I shouldered our food. It was enough for a whole month in our standards. But I had a lot of things to think about. We needed to get out of here, but how? Uncle could get us in one second, if he caught sight of us at all. I bit my lip. Blood entered my mouth, filling it and cleaning it of any sores. A new start, a new path. Carrie tried to smile up at me, yet she winced. “Why don’t we sit for a while?” I muttered to her.
Years ago, my mom told me something. It never seemed to be important before. Now though, I could remember every phrase and her soft voice. She left me alone in those years. I had no idea why. Carrie was her jewel and her life then. Like she was for me now. I couldn’t live without my darling. “‘Everyone has something that hurts them. It can lead them to the wrong path. It can destroy them in so many ways. Never forget that. You may get hurt one time and have no idea why. Just remember that that person was hurt before too. That is the only reason why.’”
Uncle killed my father. He tried to kill us too. My mom killed herself because she could not deal with life. With real life. Life was not about living for yourself. It was for living for others. And in that, people hurt each other. Someone hurt my Uncle and now he was going to do the same to us.
I sniffed. Carrie moved around, near me, her nose dripping down blood. The air was turning cold. Very fast. I hugged myself, trying hard to feel warmth. Carrie was as cold as ice, and no matter how hard I had tried to warm her up, nothing happened. It was like she was dying all over again. And I couldn’t let that happen. I could not.
My breath froze. We had been here for almost a month. Winter had finally set in. Days seemed to have passed in a blur, hours spent in the alley, eating and watching out for Uncle. He seemed to haunt me wherever I went. His voice hissed in my ear, at night. His eyes pierced my heart and his figure haunted every street. There was no where to run. Or hide.
Carrie touched the side of my cheek. “Do you think that he is still here?” She asked.
I started to pull at my hair. “Uh…… I don’t know.”
She nodded. She pulled me closer to her. The sky was covered with clouds and wind whipped at our faces. Her fingers rubbed my whole face, smoothing down every wrinkle and every thought of worry. “We will be okay,” Carrie whispered. “You have me.”
I nodded, wanting more. She was my sister. I needed her. I would be nothing, without her. “I love you, my darling.” I kissed her little nose, that was whipped red from the slicing wind.
She grinned. “I love you more than you know.”
That filled me all the way up. Warmth flowed through my body. I turned even more red. Carrie coughed and blood splattered to the ground. I stared at it in horror. “Carrie……….”
She shook her head, covering her mouth. “I – I’m fine, Laf.” She assured me.
But something told me that she wasn’t. She had not been right, after the day she fell on her nose. I didn’t think it had something to do with her nose……… But what else could I suggest? Was she sick from something? —— If she was and she died, it would be all my fault. Panic filled me and the warmth that I had felt, flew away. “Carrie, you need rest,” I told her.
She gave a little nod with her head. She curled up against my side, her face as pale as a ghost. Her breathing slowed. “Don’t die on me,” I cried, tears filling.
“You know,” My Uncle cooed in my dream. “That if you gave her to me……….”
“Listen my darling,” He grabbed my arm, pulling me close to his face. “If you give her to me, she will be able to live.”
I shoved my fist in his stomach. He growled, low in his throat. “I would not have done that, if I were you.”
Uncle transformed into a wolf. I screamed, panic growing in my chest. I whipped around and sprinted for an escape. My heart pounded in my ears. Keep on going, I muttered to myself. He can’t —– “NOOOOOOOO!”
The wolf bounded on me, cracking my ribs. I could taste blood in my mouth and spots covered my eyes. The wolf’s teeth scraped the edge of my throat. “Bring her to me,” Uncle’s voice echoed.
My mind screamed in warning. But I couldn’t move. Something heavy fell on my chest. I blinked fast, noticing that the wolf was gone. In its place, Carrie sat on my chest. “Let him take me,” She said.
I shook my head. “Nooo……. You’re the only thing, I have.”
I choked on my words. Carrie pressed her hand on her heart. “Do it.”
I stumbled up. My heart felt like it would burst. I glanced over at Carrie. She looked dead in her sleep. And I knew what I had to do.
We slipped in and out of the shadows, holding our hands close to our faces. I couldn’t help but feel shivers crawling down all over myself. I was about to hand over my sister. To the person I despised. Hated even. Carrie stared at me, her eyes burning into my side. I couldn’t even think about looking her in the eye. She would know. She would know what I was about to do.
A small sob escaped my lips. I quickly turned it into a cough. “Sorry,” I mumbled. “My throat is feeling a little dry.”
Carrie nodded. Those words stung my heart. I felt like I was being sliced into, over and over again. She would not be with me, soon. I would be alone, till the day I died. And that day might come sooner than anyone thought. But I was doing it for her…… So she would live.
“What do you little ******* want?” The woman hissed.
I shielded Carrie with my body. “We are here to buy food, of course. What else do you think?”
“Don’t act snappy with me,” She lifted my chin. “You look familiar for some reason……” Her voice trailed off.
I remembered the posters of our faces. I gulped for air. “It —- Must have had something to do with……. With our dying mother. Right?” I glanced at Carrie, pleading.
“Yes of course! Our mother was huge news!”
I shoved her in the ribs. She overdid it! Then I felt really bad. Carrie coughed, covering her mouth. I could see blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. “Oh… That must be why!” The woman said to herself. “Well…. What kind of food are you looking for?”
I slowly brought out the money I had stolen. “As much as this gets us.”
We carried the load to our place that we had been staying for the past week. I made us stay here, because I knew it would be easier for Uncle to find us. He had to. And if he was gone…… I couldn’t think like that! My stomach rumbled, hitting me hard. I grimaced. “Are you alright?” Carrie put her arms around me.
“Yes….. I am okay.”
But I knew I wasn’t. “Why don’t you go look for a good spot to sleep?” I asked her.
“Sure…. But if you need me, call, okay?”
I nodded, slowly lying down. I needed to think. And fast.
I ****** in a ragged breath. My eyes swirled and my mind felt numb. It was getting worse by the minute……. Carrie screamed my name. It echoed all over the alley, bouncing off walls. “LAF…. PLEASE! PLEASE! I NEED YOU!”
I struggled to lift my head. Blurry figures crept into my sight. “Oh you……” Someone said. It sounded like something I knew……..
“Get away from me! Please!”
I clawed at the ground, trying hard to move. “Where is your sister?”
“No where you need to know!” Carrie shouted. “Now leave!”
She started to cough again. Blood seemed to be everywhere. “You’re sick,” The voice whispered.
“No, I’m not!” Carrie fell to the ground. Her cough grew louder. “Go…. Please go home!”
The figure kneeled down and held her in his arms. He rocked her back and forth. My vision cleared and I saw who it was…….. Uncle! “Get –“ I screamed in pain. “Get away from her!”
“Oh,” He turned and stared at me. “It looks like both of you are sick.”
I couldn’t even form another word. Red burned into my mind. “And I can only take one of you.”
WHAT?!? I lifted my arm and tried to move again. He can’t! Tears burned. Another wave of pain flashed through me. I was paralyzed. I was going to be left. “P-p-p…….”
I tried to beg for something, but I was basically dead to the world. I wanted this to happen. I wanted Carrie to be saved. And me…….Well I was worth nothing. So I had no hope.
“Goodbye, Laf,” Uncle slammed his foot into my head and laughed. I crumpled to the ground.
When I woke, my whole world was black. I could feel nothing and see nothing. My hands tenderly touched the bump on my head. Uncle……… I need to go…… I need to…………. CARRIE!
I moved forwards, without feeling. My knees scraped along the ground, blood drawing. It didn’t matter to me. I had no Carrie. I had nothing to live for. Something crawled up my throat and I puked out everything. I washed away the memories of love. I erased who I was. I let go of everything. And just as I started to feel, I was brought back to the world of darkness.
Pain. Sharp pain filled me over and over again. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe. My mouth opened, trying to get something in, but my lungs struggled. I felt like I was about to burst into thousands of pieces. Blood filled my mouth and my lungs. I choked, hacking. Come on, I urged myself. Come on!
I puked, the blood hitting the ground. My body gulped for air. But still breathing was hard. I could not lift the guilt off my chest. It was there and I knew it would stay there. “Why does this always happen?” I asked myself.
My eyes stayed closed. I was not going to open them and then be led in the darkness again. I would lead myself into the darkness. Nothing else would. I struggled to lift my head and found myself screaming. Spots covered everything I had and blood poured down into my face. I lived in blood and breathed it.
“You know, Laf,” My mother whispered. “You have to leave.”
I stared at her. She had not been in my dreams for so long. And I didn’t want her there. “Go away, please.”
She shook her head and wrapped her arms around me. Neither of us was covered in blood stains. We were pure and clean. I shove her away from me. “I hate you!” I shouted. “You left us! You total ***** of a living ****!”
Her eyes streamed with tears. “You don’t understand…..”
“I do! You killed yourself because you could not take life anymore! And I am not going to be the same!”
But I knew, just as I said that, I would be the same. My mouth fell in surprise, cracking my jaw. “Ow……” I whispered.
Mom swiped at her eyes. “Laf, Carrie needs to be saved. And she was. She will get the care she needs and be safe.”
“I know, darling! I know! Your Uncle was the only thing that I ever wanted to kill. He deserves the punishment he gets. And it is you.” Mom reached out and touched the side of my cheek, stroking it.
“Why me?” I muttered.
“Because the Women Rebels need you, Lafette. They need you to lead them into greatness. And because they are the only thing that will get your sister back.”
I looked into her hard eyes, which used to be the softest thing you could ever look into. “It is?”
Light blinded me. Mom said, her voice fading away, “It is, my darling. Remember that I……”
I blinked. Emotions stirred in me. I could not figure out what they meant, but I knew what I needed to do. I needed to get out of this **** of a town and go find the Rebel Woman. I shuddered, from pain inside and out. I tasted blood in my mouth again and swallowed it again. Something racked through my body, sending me tumbling back into the dark.
How could I find them?
Light rushed into my eyes. I shielded my face, with my hands. What the ****? I shook my head and turned onto my side. “Hey,” Someone whispered in my ear.
Panic set in. I jumped away, kicking out. There was a loud thump and a groan. “I was trying to help, you blithering ********
I cracked my eyes all the way open. A boy with silver piercing eyes, light skin with sprinkles of freckles and one mole on the side of his cheek, with beautiful pink lips, and golden hair. My hand reached out, tousling his hair, softly. It was just like…. Carrie’s. Tears flooded and I couldn’t help but hate myself. I hated who I was and what I had let happen. The boy slapped my hand away. “You know that you ae lying in a pool of blood and stuff right?” He said, in a rough voice.
I looked down. Blood stuck to my clothes, the ground, and all of my waste stuck to everything and soiled my legs. “Oh……. Well……”
The boy shook his head. “How long have you been here?” He asked.
“I am not sure.”
It seemed like years. But it had to be days. I bolted upright, pain flashing into my eyes. I cursed and cursed. The boy touched my waist. I shifted away, screaming. “Get away from me!”
He dug under my waist and hoisted me onto his shoulder. “What the **** are you doing?” I screamed in pain.
“Doing something right for once in my life.”
Before I could chew him out, pain stabbed my body. I screamed and something broke. My body wrenched to the side, throwing the both of us to the ground. “Laf!” Someone cried.
I shivered, pulling the blanket closer. My chin was tucked under the warm blanket and all I could feel was the warmth. Nothing else mattered. But even as I surrendered myself, I jolted awake. I glanced around. Walls the color of the ocean, with streaks of silver; pictures of a boy, the boy who had picked me up; sunlight streaking through small gray curtains; a plain wooden desk, with tons of papers and on top of that: A picture of me. I looked closer and saw more pictures of me. They were everywhere.
I shoved the blanket off. My side stabbed me and I held onto it. Pain was only so much you could deal with. My other hand ran over my body and my hair. I was clean. But my clothes were gone. I kept on going, reaching the door. I slowly turned the **** and pulled. Nothing happened. It was stuck.
My eyes widened. They were going to go get my Uncle. They would give me to him and let him… Let him kill me! I was trapped. My head screamed for me to run, but my feet shifted, useless. There was nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. Not anymore.
I slammed my fists on the door, screaming for someone to open the door. Hours had passed, without any food or a bathroom. My body still racked in pain, but it was my heart that would never heal. It was cracked into tiny pieces, which kept getting smaller, every second, and every minute. The door slammed open, the boy in its place. I did not even try to cover my nakedness. “What the **** do you want?” He cried.
His hair was slicked clean and his clothes were wet. “I need to use the bathroom,” I whispered.
He nodded and grabbed my arm. “This way.”
We went down the hall and into a small bathroom. The boy shut the door behind him and I quickly searched for something to hit him with. A small knife lay in the cupboard, from a long time ago. Rust covered it. I relieved myself and shoved the door into him. He cried out and fell to the ground. My feet sprinted off. But even as I reached the room I had been in, he caught up. His body slammed into mine and we tumbled to the ground. “You ******* ***** of ****!” He yelled, spit flying. “Do you know what you are doing?”
I shook my head and closed my eyes. The boy kicked the knife out of my hand. “Laf,” He said, once he calmed down. “I am here to help you.”
Yay! Chapter fourteen!
I stared at him, my heart filling with warm. A person I didn’t even know wanted to help me. Tears spilled down my cheeks. “But why would you want to help me?” I asked.
He closed his eyes. “When I saw you lying in that alley that day…… It was **** for me. I had seen posters of you before and knew that you would be somewhere. I wanted to help you for some reason. And that day, made me believe in everything even more.”
I raised my hand and touched his cheek. “Thank you,” I whispered.
He wrapped his arms around me. Warmth coursed through my body and I snuggled closer. It felt safe. I felt safe. “You’re welcome, Laf.”
We both stayed there for minutes. Blood warmed to my cheeks and I could feel heat running across. I was *****. With a boy’s arms wrapped around me. “How long have I been here?” I questioned, finally able to speak again.
“Three weeks. You barely managed to live…..” His voice dropped.
My eyes closed. God three weeks? Carrie could be hurt or worse! Panic coursed through my body and I hated myself. My eyes fluttered open again. “What is going on?” I pushed him away and cold stabbed at my body. “Who are you? Why do you want to help me?”
“One question at a time!” He held up his hands. “First you need to get clothes.”
I glanced at the mirror. I was different from the girl who had left her home that day. I was skinner, paler, but somehow more beautiful. My eyebrow rose. The clothes I was wearing hung off and smelled like day old muffins. I shrugged at myself and walked back to the boy. He sat on the floor, his blond hair flopping around. My heart tugged and my body for him to wrap his arms around me again. But I resisted and flopped down to the cold floor.
“My name is Jordan. I am your fifth cousin, three times removed.” I frowned at him. Never had I ever heard of any cousins. But he did have some qualities that my family had. “Really I am ****** serious Laf!” I crossed my arms and sat back. He was wasting time. Time that I could spend looking for the Rebel Woman and getting Carrie back. “I want to help you get Carrie back and find the Rebel Woman.” How did he know about the Rebel Woman and Carrie? “You talk in your sleep. That is the only reason why I know,” He added, as if he knew what was going on in my head.
He gawked at me. “Is that all you have to say?”
I nodded and looked down at the ground. “Fine then,” He muttered to himself, trying hard to keep his temper in control. “Do you want my help or not?”
I picked at my fingernails. I couldn’t just sit back and let Uncle destroy Carrie. But I didn’t know if I could trust Jordan at all. I had to decide. And either way I knew there was going to be a price for me to pay. But maybe I didn’t…….. “I do want your help.”
He grinned. “Alright then, that is settled. In two weeks you and I are going to look for the Rebel’s camp!”
My heart stabbed with fury. I couldn’t wait two weeks!
And that was when I knew. I had to leave tonight.
Jordan locked the door behind him. I stared at the ground, tears falling. I couldn’t think of what I would do if I did not succeed. My life would be ****. I would kill myself if I had to.
Carrie was the most important thing in my life. No boy, no thoughts of doubt could stop that. Or change that.
I stripped off the shirt Jordan gave me. My hands stated ripping, throwing pieces of cloth into the air. They hit the floor in a thud. My heart stopped for a second and I glanced at the door. Nothing. I sighed in relief and continued.
I slammed my foot into the door. It made no compact and I knew it was useless. But then footsteps echoed in the hallway. He was coming. My mouth curled in a smile and raised my fist. One……. Two……… Three……. Four…… I took a deep breath as Jordan unlocked the door.
Doubt stabbed at my heart. I did my best to shove it down, but thoughts echoed around in my brain. We could do this together, Jordan’s voice whispered. I shut my eyes. Jordan stepped into the room. His eyes looked around in panic. “What the **** is going on? What the **** are you doing…?”
His voice dropped. He stared at my fist, his face turning into a mask. “You can’t Laf. You and I have a deal.”
I shook my head. “Never,” I hissed back at him.
Everything slowed as Jordan lunged at me. I threw my fist into the air, slamming it into his gut. He cried in pain and I kicked at his head. We fell to the ground, our legs tangling together. He couldn’t stop me. I need Carrie! I need her, like I needed to breathe air!
My foot connected with his head. A crack pounded around in my head. I stared at the bit of blood, coming from Jordan’s nose. My hands shook as I touched him. Blood slid through my fingers and the flow grew. I closed my eyes. Tears slid down my face. I screamed at the top of my lungs, throwing ever emotion out into the open. I was done with being Laf. I was done.
The knife in my hands trembled. I sat on the stair of the house; Jordan’s house. It was dark and old, with paintings of Carrie on the front. I had no idea why. It was like…… He was connected to her somehow. And that I wasn’t in the same way.
I looked down at my body, pulling in everything. This would be it. My hands reached for my hair without any more doubt, anymore anything. I would get Carrie and then I would leave her to Jordan. I would leave and join the Rebel Woman. But I couldn’t be Laf anymore. It was too much. Life, living, the pressure. The knife slid through my hair, like it was paper. I choked and started cutting away everything that was hers.
Hours seemed to pass and I sat on the doorstep, waiting. I needed a ride and then I would hitch the rest of the way. Not as Laf. A wagon slowly passed the street and I started at a run, grabbing the side, and jumping in the back.
My new life would begin.
Two years later:
I shoved Bryn down. Her shoulder scraped into the ground and she hissed in pain. My breaths came in slow. “Is that all you got?” Bryn rolled her eyes.
I growled, my legs getting ready to pounce. She moved out of the way in an instant. I cursed her and kicked out my leg. Flesh slammed into flesh and we both tumbled to the ground. My eyes couldn’t concentrate and before I knew it, Bryn pushed me into the ground.
I shoved against her, my legs kicking out. “**** you Bryn!”
She grinned and walked away.
I wiped the sweat of my brow and stared out the window. Carrie was out there, waiting for me. But the Rebel Women said it was not the right time, when I found them. A year has passed by then and another year wasn’t that much to pay. But my heart still crushed every thought that it heard. My friends said that I screamed in the night. I screamed for those I loved. Carrie. Jordan. Mom. Dad.
But what could I do? They were not art of my life anymore. I wasn’t Laf. I was Izzie Cameron now. The girl who escaped her past life and had nothing to do with that Laf.
“You know Izzie that tomorrow we are moving out right?” Someone asked behind me.
I whirled around, my eyes wide with fear. Shelly crossed her arms and frowned. Her dark orange hair fell down her shoulder and her gray eyes sparkled. “You have not even packed. What is going on with you Izzie? What is wrong?”
I looked down at the ground. Footsteps echoed on the wood floor, creaking and moaning. Her arms slipped around me and my head touched her chin. I shivered. No one could touch me. Only Carrie and Jordan. I pushed her away and her lip trembled a bit. “Nothing is wrong! Leave me alone, Shelly!” I shouted.
She stumbled as she walked away. I rubbed the side of my head. I couldn’t let anyone get close to me. They couldn’t become something I loved more than the world. But all of the Rebel Women had become something I couldn’t leave behind. I knew that from experience. Leaving something behind was the worst thing anyone could do.
I sniffed my heart shattering into a million more pieces. Everything in my life was ****. I wish I could have gotten rid of the memories. But no matter what they stayed. And no matter what, I had to save them. To save them all.
Shelly stayed away from me the rest of the day. Around hundreds of women sat in a small room, eating away on crowded tables. No one sat by me. The all had heard of the crazy Izzie. But I didn’t care. I didn’t need friends. My eyes filled with tears and I swiped at my eyes.
I was Izzie. I was strong, brave, and cold. Nothing should have gotten to me. But it did.
The next day we left to save Carrie.
Days turned into weeks. We all trudged slowly away from the camp that had been ours for two years. Shelly led the group, all of us in straight lines. My eyes searched around us. Barren desert that reached everything in front of us, with no ending or beginning, muddy roads that smashed under our feet, and dark rolling clouds covering every inch of spare sky.
The hairs on my back rose as the sky rumbled. Lighting cracked and a few women in front of me jumped. I snickered. What babies……. “Halt!” Shelly cried.
Everyone stopped. We stood still, our bodies quivering with excitement and fear. Fear of the unknown. This was the first time in the past two years we had crossed this desert. And anything was possible here.
The year I had spent looking for the Rebel Women, was the worst. Days turned into nights with a growling stomach, every single night I shivered under a small little blanket that as thread born and worn to death, and every day I worried that Uncle would be there one step ahead of me.
I traveled through the desert for months on end. There were a few outposts where I stole food but I mostly had to fight off the hurt, the anger, the thirst, and the hunger. It all combined and turned into life or death. I fought the old Laf. She wouldn’t be doing any of this. I knew that. She would be waiting for Jordan to or something along that line. She tugged against me and hated me and killed me, but I was the strong one. I made a mistake the day I left Jordan and that mistake was not killing me in the first place. It would have been worth more than living in ****.
But I did finally find them. Shelly took me in like a sister and taught me everything. I became worthy of life. I became worthy of the Rebel Women.
Shelly dropped off her horse. Her body moved with flexibility and she crouched down. “It is a boy!”
My heart started to leap. What if it was — I shook my head. No. I couldn’t let Jordan make Laf take over again. Laf was stupid and irresponsible. He ****** showed me that.
The women around me began to run. They shoved me forward, bringing all of us close. A boy with shaggy golden hair, beautiful large eyes, and the caked blood on his face lay on the ground. He moaned and thrashed out with his arms. “Laf,” He whispered in his sleep. “Laf, please!”
I stumbled backwards.
It was Jordan.
Chapter Eighteen of ‘Blood Storm!’
Someone caught me in their arms.
My head started to spin and I puked all over the ground. Everyone around me stepped backwards, their faces twisted in disgust. I shook my head, hoping that Jordan wouldn’t wake up. But the world was never in my favor.
Jordan stirred, his blonde head raising. “Where am I?” He asked S****ey.
S****y touched the side of his face, her eyes wide with something…… “You are in the middle of nowhere.” She paused and tilted his chin up. “You kept saying something about….. Laf?”
His head snapped up. He was staring at me. “Laf, is that really you?” He whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear.
My vision blanked and I gulped for air. I couldn’t—I couldn’t let him—–I wasn’t Laf anymore…… “You must be mistaken,” S****ey’s voice echoed around in my mind. “That is Izzie.”
“No, that is my Laf!”
I stumbled forwards and shoved S****ey out of the way. “Jordan,” I muttered. “Shut your mouth, right now.”
“No!” He cried, grabbing my face. I stiffened. “You put me through ****, Laf. ****! I am never going to forgive you for that.” Jordan brought my face closer to his. “But I—” His lips pressed against mine. My heart began to heal. Things stabbed into my body, warmth pulling into every part. I was torn. Torn into a million pieces, but at the same time, really together for once.
I slammed my fist into his stomach. “NO!” I screamed.
He puked out blood and I fainted at the sight.
“I hate you, right now.”
“Not more than I hate you.”
Jordan and I sat on the ground together. The others were getting camp ready for the night. S****ey directed and her hair twirled around in the wind. I stared down at my hand, caked with warm blood. Jordan’s blood. “How could you do that to me, Laf?” His fingers touched the side of my neck.
I caught his hand and pressed it to my mouth. “I did what I had to Jordan. That is all.”
I stood up, wiping off the flecks of sand. “Don’t walk away from me!” He shouted. “And you know what you did was a mistake, don’t you? You ****** know, you made a mistake, but you can’t admit it! You can’t because you are a coward!”
Izzie would never stand for that behavior. But Laf would have. I felt like I was neither. Yet, Izzie took control. I pushed the Laf, that wanted for Jordan to kiss her over and over again and forgive him, down. I stalked back to him, pressing my foot to his throat. “Talk to me like that, ever again and your little throat,” I pressed harder. “Will have no use.”
His eyes were fearful. Pride filled me and I walked away.
Jordan was sleeping in the same tent with S****y. I thought it wouldn’t bother me, but it did. My whole mind was full of insults and I wanted to rip both of their throats out. I was a monster. Just like Uncle. His snake eyes forced into my mind and I stared straight into them. They reflected mine.
I jumped out of the tent, sliding into the ground. My palms grew ******, from the sand that dug in. I crawled to S****ey’s tent. Inside, I heard kissing noises. My heart stopped and the whole world went blurry.
Chapter Nineteen of ‘Blood Storm!’ (I am going to shorten She lly ‘s name to S.)
“You can’t seriously believe that, can you?” Jordan yelled.
“She kissed me and I tried everything I could do, to get her off me! I DON’T LIKE HER, I LIKE YOU!” He screamed back, his neck tightening. “So **** yourself off and believe whatever you want!”
He stormed off, muttering. I stared down at my hands that were clenched into fists. I couldn’t believe that he and S. were having something together and that he tried to get her away. I heard them for hours, kissing and kissing. It was a horrible sound, that pounded through my veins and kept hitting me hard in the heart. I felt like I was going to explode into a billion pieces and die….. Even if I was Izzie.
S. walked towards me, her feet thudding against the ground. I cursed under my breath. “Have you seen Jordan, Laf?” She hissed.
“What?!?” Panic set in. “How do you know—”
“Jordan told me last night. Just to let you know, Laf,” She sneered at me, her face curled. “Life isn’t always about lying and getting what you want, is it now?”
My fist slammed into her nose, a crack sickening my stomach. She screamed, her face twisted. “You will pay for that, you little ***** of ****!”
We collided, our bodies tumbling to the ground. “You ****** little she-devil!” I screamed, my leg kicking at anything and everything. She took the only person I loved…… That Laf loved. S. grabbed me by the throat, her eyes sparkling. “You know what happens if you lie, don’t you?”
I panted, my head swimming. You died, if you lied… “I would rather die, than see your **** face again!” I choked out.
Stars and spots covered my vision. My heart slowed and my body began to shut down. A scream went through my head and I looked up to see Jordan staring at me.
“We are leaving right now, Laf.”
His hands touched my face. “No!” I cried. “No, they are going to help me!”
I thrashed, under the bonds. “You are too dangerous, Laf. If they find out you lied, they will kill you…..” He whispered. “And I can’t let that happen.”
S. was twitching on the ground, growling in pain. Blood stuck to her face and her arm was twisted. “Fine,” I said in a hurt tone. “But can you please—-”
He cut me off and shouldered me. He kicked at S. again, his boot making contact. “Never again, S. I swear to God, that if you touch me like that again, your days will end.”
She moaned, her head falling to the ground and eyes closing. I shut my eyes, twisting in my bonds. They cut against my skin, blood falling to the floor.
Jordan and S. sat on the ground together, their arms wrapped around one another. “You know, Jordan, that our child will be the smartest and greatest of them all,” She said to him.
He laughed, his mouth touching hers. I watched them, my head full of clouds. It was like it was real….. Dark black swirled around them, filling the whole room. S. giggled under her breath and turned to glare at me. “You know, Laf, that life isn’t always about lying and getting what you want!”
I screamed, the bonds around me, wrapping around my chest, suffocating. I choked and did my best to scream, but all that came out was air. Everything pounded onto my heart and I fell into the air. My hands reached for anything and before I could react, I slammed to the ground. Carrie’s scream echoed in my ears.
Chapter Twenty of ‘Blood Storm!’ Whooo!!!
My fingers scraped against Jordan’s back. He yelped and threw me off. “What the **** —-”
He halted, his face pained. “Are you okay, Laf?” He asked.
I gulped in air. He and S…… They…….. They were going to have a baby. I closed my eyes, pain ripping through my soul. Ripping and tearing through everything. “You and S. had you know what together….. So now……” I choked out.
He shook his head, leaning down. I slammed my bonded hands on his chest. “NO!” I screamed. “No, more Jordan! We need to agree on something and that something is not you and me! After this, we have to agree that we will never see each other again!”
Jordan’s eyes filled. “What! No Laf, I am not agreeing to that! I would never agree to that!”
I clenched my teeth. I stumbled up, my body aching, pulling against the bonds. “Fine then. Here is the agreement,” I paused, not sure what I was doing. But it would never work out with me and him. Never in a million years. He had a child and right now, S. was going to be waiting for the moment to have their baby and destroy me. I blinked away the tears, letting a small scream out. “You will call me Izzie at all times. Laf, does not exist at all. You will help me find my sister and kill my Uncle. And then after that, you are going to help S. raise your child. We can talk a few times, but otherwise, I will be left alone. With my sister.”
“How many times do I have to tell you, that I don’t have a child!” He screamed back.
“Tell me as long as you want, but you do.”
He growled under his breath. “Now, agree!” I said. “Jordan do it for me.”
“I don’t know who you are anymore,” He muttered to himself. “But Izzie, I agree.”
But something told me, he really didn’t.
I lit a fire. The sky darkened above, the color of blood. The temperature dropped and cold freezed against our bodies. I snuggled closer to the fire, my eyes staring at the different colors. Red, blue, orange, yellow….. All mixed together. Perfectly. Jordan sat across me, his eyes closed. I glanced up at his hair. Golden, beautiful. All I wanted to do was run my hands through it. But as we agreed upon, I wasn’t Laf anymore. I was Izzie.
My gaze dropped to my bonded hands. Blood caked, marked, scarred for the rest of my life. He did that to me. “Jordan,” I whispered.
“Are you going to take off—” I gestured at the bonds.
He stood up, his body moving towards me. His mouth touched the tip of my ear. “Never.”
I shoved him away. “You have to! I can’t fight like this!” I shouted.
“That is the point, L— Izzie!”
Hatred beat against my chest. I hissed at him, “Take them off now!”
“No! To **** I may go, but no!”
I struggled against the bonds, everything inside me hate. Hate. I hated that little *****! “Then go to ****!”
“Fine!” He barked back.
Our faces were pressed together. My mouth skimmed over his cheek and we were kissing.
I broke the agreement.
Chapter Twenty-One of ‘Blood Storm!’
His hands wrapped around my waist and I pulled him closer and closer. We paused, our breaths mixing. “You know,” I said. My hands slipped down his back, both of us shivering. “You can take the bonds off now.”
Jordan’s eyes fell. I slowly stood up. “Jordan?”
“You know, Izzie, that you aren’t really related to Carrie…. Don’t you?”
My arms fell and I tumbled to the ground. What was he saying? What the **** was going on? “No…..” My voice trembled and my heart seemed to vanish into thin air. “Why would you say that?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I…. Your Uncle told me.”
“What?” I slammed my hands into his chest. “You are lying! He lied! You can’t believe that, you little *****!”
“No I am not!” He punched me straight in the face and I landed on the hard ground. I stared up at the sky, filled with twinkling stars. “You want to know what happened, Laf?” He spit out. “Your adopted parents found you on their doorstep and took you in. When you were a baby. And that night, the person who left you, took me.”
It all flashed and I shook my head. I wasn’t related to Carrie…. Salt tears pounded and cut into my wounds. Over and over again. I thrashed and the bonds around my hands slipped off. “No!” I screamed. “It can’t be true! Jordan!”
He kissed the tip of my lip. Blood ran down his nose, dripping into my open mouth. I choked and blood splattered everywhere. “It is true….. My Laf.” His voice strained and grew soft. “She is my sister. And I was promised Carrie, if I gave you to him.”
The world flashed into black.
“I trusted you!”
“She is my sister, you *****! I love you, but I need her!”
“You never knew her, you **** little spawn of ****! I knew her! And I need her!”
I slammed my head against the ground. Jordan sat on me, tears spilling down his clothes. “Please, Laf….” He grabbed hold of my shirt. I growled at him. “You have no idea what he will do if…..”
“If you don’t bring me to him! Jordan, you are a coward! I would never do such a thing! Ever!”
First Jordan and S…… Now, him and Carrie, sister and brother, with me nothing, and now….. It stung. I did nothing to deserve what he was putting me through. He deserved to die. “Go to **** for all I care!”
He slid off me and collasped right next to the fire.
I ran away from all of my problems. But this one…. It was different somehow. Blood ran down my cheek and trickled into my mouth. My cracked lips burned, as I sat up. My body was on fire. I glanced down at Jordan, his lips parted. My fingers lifted his shirt and I gagged. Long, thin lines swept across his back. A fire burned inside. I kissed the top of his back. “I love you,” I whispered. “I love you. And Uncle will pay for what he has done. He will pay dearly.”
Chapter Twenty-Two of ‘Blood Storm!’
It all pounded back into me.
I stumbled backwards, feelings returning. I was numb before. But something happened.
Tears pricked down and everything weighed down on my chest. It was confusion and I couldn’t sort through anything. I was a monster, filled with feelings that consumed and weighed. I hit the ground, breathing deeply. One….. Two….. Three….. Fire crashed through my chest and pain stabbed at me. “NO!” I screamed. “No, not again! Please!”
A shot throbbed into my ears and I stared down at the bit of blood dripping down my chest. The sky rumbled and it opened my eyes. I was a lie.
That was when everything turned into a storm.
I was feeling. It all seemed to be real. The crushing weight, the pounding in my head, the hate, the confusion, the tears, the screaming. I was Laf again. I sighed and looked up. Clouds screamed around me, thunder roaring. In the middle of it all, sat my mother and father. But not my real parents. I didn’t have real parents. Sadness crumbled and my heart opened. I was raw and weak. I fell on a cloud, running towards them. ‘Only, one person can save you from yourself,’ My mother’s voice echoed inside. ‘And that is the real you. Not the person, you make yourself into. The true you.’
I shoved through the storm, my arms outstreched. I crashed into mom and father and we hugged each other, tears pouring down our faces. “I love you!” I cried, my heart swelled with love. Love. The storm around us, seemed to slowly vanish.
“We love you too!” My father kissed the top of my head.
I breathed them in, their bodies, their love. A smile crossed my face. A smile. “You have no idea how much I missed you!” I kissed their faces, their faces that were young and didn’t deserve any of it. “You have no idea!”
Mom hugged me closer. “I am so sorry, my darling. I am sorry we left you.”
More love swept into my veins. I pressed her face into mine. “It is okay.”
Days went by.
We talked and kissed and hugged.
I felt like myself again. I felt wanted.
Warmth soared with every laugh and every smile.
“Let’s talk about your real parents.” Father finally said.
The smile vanished from my face. My heart pounded louder and louder. “What do you mean?”
“When we found you on our doorstep, it was magic. Jordan was gone and we couldn’t seem to find our way back into life. So when you came along, it was like we were whole again. Your parents left a note, saying that they couldn’t take care of you. They thought that maybe switching you and Jordan, would give you a better life, than what they gave to Jordan. That broke us a bit, but we spent all of our time with you. We lied to everyone, because even though you weren’t our blood child, you became something we loved. Someone we loved more than life. And we still do.” He rubbed my cheek. A little bit of love went back in. “We are sorry, we put you through that though.”
I shook my head and then it rushed back. Carrie…… Uncle…… Jordan……. “I have to go now!”
Panic settled. They both nodded and kissed my one last time. “Goodbye, my darling.”
They flew into the air, the clouds turning white and clouding my vision.
I woke up.
A gun pushed into my chest. I stared at my Uncle, his teeth covered in blood.
Also XD my story is called ‘Blood Storm’ So I just added it in….
I am sorry if it is too long…….
I just thought it would be a little easier…. For me. 😮
Omgoodness!! That was amazing!! I have to admit that is skimmed through some of it but absolutely love it!! Can you tag me in it? Also, sorry I didn’t respond, I read it when you posted it but I never remembered! And if you celebrate Thanksgiving, what was your favorite dish?
(Ahaha I don’t mind if you skimmed! I do it sometimes. 😉 )
And it is okay! I sometimes forget things!
Hmm…. Mashed potatoes.
Also I can’t really continue my story yet, but I am going to continue it when I can, so when I will tag you of course! But I am doing a novel for school, so I have to concentrate on that.
No gravy with that please….. (We are veggies so when my mom saw that gravy has pig bones in it we stopped eating it…….)
Ahaha thank you so much!!!!!! I am working on getting better though because we all have to improve in different ways!
@rileckie20 did she leave the site? I don’t remember….. But if she did….. 🙁
🙁 🙁 🙁 I miss her!
🙂 🙂 😀
I am too lazy right now to talk about it…….. But I will when I can!
Thank goodness! I hope she comes back soon! 🙁 🙂 🙁 🙂
My favorite colors are blue, orange, and sliver. I really can’t choose between them. 🙂 And my favorite food….. Peanut Butter and Jelly! 😛 😛
My favorite color are… Silver, red, or purple… Dark purple, not lavender. And my favorite food is probably smoked ribs and normal mashed potatoes. Let’s see, whats your favorite and least favorite subject in school? And the in between you sometimes like and sometimes not.
Oh I saw that out of control fire……. Are you okay where you are?
English is my favorite and my least favorite is math! UGH! I think my in between is History and Science.
Oh, yeah I’m okay where I am! Thx for asking! Others are… Not so fortunate… English and music are my favorites. Math and history Ade my least, and my in between are pe and science. The only reason I don’t hate science is because I sit wit my friends. What is your favorite….. Christmas song??
Thank goodness you are okay!
Oh yeah I understand. 🙂
Christmas song…….? Um……. Uh…….. I don’t think I have one. At all. I would rather listen to rock or pop, and not Christmas songs. But I might start liking them after Christmas like my mom does but right now…..
I would have to say…… Making cookies? I really don’t have any holiday traditions, but I do like when our family comes together and stuff. 🙂
What’s yours? What kinds of food do you like to eat during Christmas?
🙂 🙂 Tell your dad happy late birthday!!!!!
That’s cool! I think my favorite food is…… Hmm….. The mashed potatoes! I love them!!!!!!
How are you doing?
Awesome! I am doing very well! But no break for me though…..
CHRISTMAS!!! But I do love Thanksgiving! And I think this year is going to be the best gifts I get! I just know it! And really, the best gift it being with my family. That is one of the best things in the world.