The price of my precious root beer went up. It was a dollar last week.
Is it just my school? Is it because I live in Seattle? Is it because they shot some of the movie here? Why is it that I can't get away from people getting all fangirl-ish about Twlight? Why is it that everywhere I turn I see girls in "I <3 Edward Cullen" and "Team Jacob" shirts? Not even just because the movie is going to come out but...everyday? Why is it that I get so annoyed by it, even if I've read the book and I'm going to go see the movie tomorrow? Why are people dressing up like vampires now? Are they serious? Why are half of my friends claiming to be vampires now? Since when were plastic fangs cool? Why is it so hyped up now? Didn't Twlight come out like...Five years ago? When is everyone so "OH EM GEE" about it now? What's the big deal? Why is it possible for the fans to almost ruin it for me? For me to start to hate Twilight's existence? ; ;
"I'm so sick and tired, of being sick and tired." >:3
This isn't really MY problem...I'm just a little concerned, I guess. A friend of mine (I won't mention her name) thinks she has a shinigami. Like...Seriously. She's not that into Death Note, but she WAS obsessed with an anime called Full Moon o Sagashite in which a girl had two shinigami (God's of death...She thinks of them more as guardian angels) protecting her and stuff. Anyways, she called me crying her eyes out and screaming on the phone talking about how she finally met her 'shinigami'. She explained things to me and after a while she didn't sound so scared anymore. She got really exicted. And I'm sitting on the phone basically speechless waiting for a 'just kidding'. I'm not really sure what she's talking about...She seems really sure, but she COULD be one of those people who make things up like that for attention...Or she could have a serious problem...OR maybe she...does? I'm don't think I should really be getting involved with this or encouraging it because even if it seems fun now it could turn pretty...bad...She called me again a few nights ago, saying that her shinigami wanted to talk to me...She was on the phone talking as her 'shinigami'. When I laugh or say something doubtful about it, she starts crying and screaming at me. She said she thought I'd believe her and I would be there for her but...I don't know what she wants me to say. If I play along, it'll get out of hand. I may actually start believing her. It's just a really weird situation. She has a few...problems of her own. Like dealing with abuse. She's attempted suicide. Her boyfriend died last year... So I'm wondering what I should do about this to help her... Any suggestions?
A/N: ‘Ello. :3 Welcome to meh...story thing...I actually started writing this today. I'd really like some feedback. =] I'm going to try to be consistent. @.@ FINISHED CHAPTERS -Chapter one -Chapter two -Chapter three -Chapter four Chapter One:: Leah So what? I waited silently, hoping for a sign of indecision. His perfect green eyes stayed glued to me and I was almost positive that he could feel the things that I could. The pain, the confusion, the torment. The indecision of the heart. It was a sickening thought. My heart pounding, body trembling, clothes soaked with blood. It was the last thing I wanted to be sure of. He was enjoying this. I choked back tears. His eyes drove through the surface, past my weakened defenses, and straight for my shattered heart. Breaking…I’ll break for you… His eyes darted towards my arm and I watched in shock as a smile spread slowly across his face. “So clumsy…” He spoke softly. Mocking me. It’s venom… I gasped and trudged towards him, ignoring the searing pain in my shoulder. It was getting harder to breath, as if I were suddenly trapped in a small sealed bag. I stopped trying to tell the difference between my tears and the blood slipping down my cheeks. “E-Eric…” My voice broke and he turned away from me, coldly. He straightened up from his crouching position and dropped the blade. The world spun frantically around me and I fumbled faintly towards him. Don’t leave me…Please… I subconsciously brought my left hand to my bleeding shoulder and shuddered after feeling my blood run through my fingers. I wanted to vomit. “Farewell…My love…” I gasped as he turned his back towards me and disappeared into the darkness. “E-ERIC!” I screeched, beyond myself. I wanted to run for him, scream for him to come back. But I felt myself collapse and slip away. And so it begins… [x-x-x] The nervous feeling came back and I laughed sheepishly, tucking a strand of loose black hair behind my ear. I was painfully aware of my flaws and looked shyly towards my English teacher. Of course, he shot me a reassuring smile and I took a small step forward. Being completely honest with myself, I didn’t even remember waking up in the morning. My aunt had let me sleep in with good intentions. Unfortunately, that sympathy had made me late. I hadn’t had time to eat breakfast and the stress of the day had made me feel like I was starving…or simply dying. Of course, I remember having to run to school, tripping on my way through the door. Luckily, no one noticed. “Well…” My right hand traveled up the strap of my backpack and I released a deep sigh, staring down at my spotless white tennis shoes. Should I be wearing something more…fashionable? I looked down at my classmates shoes self-consciously. I just knew they were judging me. My flushed cheeks, pale complexion, dark blue eyes and jet black hair. I sighed shakily and looked up. “…I changed schools to come live with my aunt…Um. My name is Leah…I’m a senior…” I didn’t know what else to add and looked back at my teacher again. He was leaning against the whiteboard with a interested look on his face. He awkwardly began to clap promptly and the students followed despite the fact that my introduction wasn’t at all exciting. I plastered a familiar fake smile on my face as I made my way to the back of the classroom. I had gotten seated by the window. Again. I sighed and pulled out my binder, leaning back in my seat and pretending not to notice the curious glances being shot my way. I realized, rather disappointedly, that the ones staring were mostly female. I figured they were just waiting for me to mess up. I shouldn't think so pessimistically...Maybe they want to be friends... I leaned against the wall on my right and stared out of the window, twirling a blue mechanical pencil between my fingers and sighing again. See ya soon… Chapter Two:: Leah (Authors note: Thanks everybody who read and gave feedback. I appreciate it. =] Now, Leah is the P.O.V, not the chapter name ^^; I promise the next chapter will be longer. I'll have all weekend to work on it.) It seemed like forever until school ended. I weaved through the crowds of people and started to make my way to Amelia’s. It wasn’t a long way to walk, but the longing to be home made it difficult for me to focus on my surroundings. I completely missed out on the gorgeous colors of fall and the old-fashion landscaping. I couldn’t enjoy the fragrance of budding tulips, or the light breeze blowing past me. As I reached the front door, I could already smell Amelia’s cooking. Unfortunately, she had never been the greatest cook. I grimaced and twisted the doorknob. Unlocked like always… Walking inside, I realized that I still hadn’t gotten use to the small, clustered, three bedroom house. It was so different from my dad’s place. The living room was filthy. A large navy blue loveseat in front of a small television with a VCR sitting on top of it was against the wall. The once white carpet was now a faded tan color. It clashed with the chipping rouge wallpaper. I my gaze towards the sliding glass door leading out onto a balcony on the other side of me. It was cluttered with tall violet beach chairs. Shuddering, I shut the front door behind me. “Leah?” My aunt’s tired voice came from the kitchen down a short hall to my left. I set my backpack down against a wall and shrugged out of my thin gray sweater I had been forced to wear. It had always been freezing in the North. Sixty degrees here felt like eighty to me. I straightened out my short-sleeve red shirt with a smile. “Leah…?” She called again, forcing me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, it’s me auntie.” Amelia sighed and I heard the clanking of dishes. I frowned, finally identifying the scent of burnt fried fish. Reluctantly, I made my way to the kitchen to greet her. “I thought you were Carl…Are you hungry?” She asked me, smiling considerately. She pointed towards the fish. “I made it for you, honey. You’ve had a long day.” All for me, huh? Aw. You reallyshouldn’t have… “Thanks but I’m not really hungry.” I lied. “I have a lot of work to do from school so I’ll eat later, ‘kay?” I shot her a convincing smile and headed off to my room. [x-x-x] I still haven’t seen you… My room was small and essentially empty with the exception of the twin bed sitting in the middle of the bedroom. I slid underneath the covers and curled up, staring at the pointless heater in the corner of the room. I closed my eyes, wondering why I suddenly felt so exhausted, wishing I had something to concentrate on besides my twisted thoughts. My eyes opened and I continued searching through my mind, turning the pages of my subconscious. A smile spread across my lips. So sick… …and I closed my eyes again. Where’ve you been…? The bare colorless walls made me want to close my eyes… I miss you… …to escape from that nothingness… “LEAH!” Amelia yelled from the living room. I opened my eyes, staring blankly out in front of me. “He’s here for you!” I shot up suddenly, ignoring the headache that came graciously along with that motion. “Okay!” I shouted back, climbing out of bed and running quickly out of the door and into the bathroom. I glared at myself in the mirror. My hair stuck messily to my rosy cheeks, my lips were chapped, and dark circles bordered my eyes. I looked half-dead. Groaning in disgust, I started to wash my face. Afterwards I began combing through my shoulder-length hair with my fingers. “Leah, hurry up. Or do you want him to leave?” Again…? “I’m coming!” I yelled to Amelia, stumbling out of the bathroom clumsily. Butterflies took off in my stomach as I slowly walked to the living-room, my hands shaking at my side. Calm down…Leah… I took a deep breath and relaxed, trying to slow the pace of my rapid heart. But then I heard his voice. “So…Leah just moved here…?” And the butterflies resumed their flight. Chapter Three:: Eric “So…Leah just moved here…?” I asked, slipping my hands into my pockets. I smirked to myself as I looked around the messy living room. Leah’s aunt had never been the best housekeeper. I frowned as I looked back at the woman. She was clearly worn out. Her once thick brown hair had thinned over the years, and she was getting wrinkles. She was only thirty-four. Or was that old? I noticed that she was slumped over as she smiled my way. Or maybe I was too tall. I’ve seen taller then 6’2 though. I looked down at my shoes, grinning to myself. Leah use to joke about my having clown shoes, even before size thirteen. “Mm-hm.” Amelia had her eyes set on me, her head tilted up to look at my face. I pretended not to notice, staring at the loveseat quietly. “Sorry about tha—!” My eyes widened slightly as Leah stumbled out from the hallway, hitting the floor. “Uh…” I tried to hold back laughter but it slipped out and I turned my back to her, grinning. Leah made a quick recovery, her face red. “Are you laughing at me? You jerk! I haven’t seen you in forever and you laugh at me?” She snapped, moving closer and hitting my arm lightly. I laughed harder, turning around to face her. “You’re just yelling to hide your embarrassment.” I kept my eyes to her, hiding my surprise. She looked so much older than before. I realized it had been five years but… “Am not…” She looked up at me, her deep blue eyes shimmering with tears. I stared, speechless. She was crying? I noticed how short her hair had gotten compared to when she was twelve when it use to hang freely past her waist. It framed her face and curled around her cheek and shoulders now. I wondered what else had changed, my eyes moving downwards—I heard her sniff and looked back into her eyes quickly. “Look, I—err…” I looked away from her with a confused frown, running a hand through my messy brown hair nervously. “I guess…I’m…sorry? Stop crying, Le…” Leah moved closer and tried wrapping her arms around me. She couldn’t. “You’re a giant…” She murmured against me. I looked over her head and realized that Amelia had fled the room. How unfortunate… I had been hoping to use her has a distraction. Instead, I awkwardly brought my left hand down to her waist and my right hand up to stroke her hair. “And you’re really short.” I stated plainly. “I missed you so much, Eric…” I pulled away from her and muttered quickly. “I missed you too.” I hadn’t ever been very comfortable touching Leah. She seemed way too breakable to my. I felt like I might hurt her somehow. “You’re so awkward.” Leah laughed and wiped her face with her sleeve. She smiled at me and I smiled back, unable to resist. Captivating… “You’re one to talk. Miss clumsy.” She hit me again and turned back towards the hallway. “Whatever. Let me go get dressed.” It finally occurred to me that she was wearing her pajamas. “Eh. Alright.” I nodded towards her as she walked off. Not much had changed between us. I was glad. I walked over to the loveseat and sat down carefully, staring at the black T.V screen and tapping my foot quietly. Amelia was in the kitchen making dinner for Leah’s uncle, Carl. I had asked her to come alone with Le and me but she didn’t want to ‘get in our way’. I knew she was just too tired to go. But I didn’t think dinner was too exerting. “All done.” Leah came back into the living room wearing faded blue jeans and a short sleeve black shirt. I always like how simple she dressed. Even on so-called “special occasions”. I looked down at what I was wearing; loose dark blue jeans, and a long red shirt. “Bring a jacket.” I told her, standing up and walking to the door. She was staring at me. “Um…Do you have a jacket?” Her face went red. “Yeah.” She sighed and walked back to her room. [x-x-x] Although Leah and I had a lot to catch up on, the car ride was a quiet one. Lead stared out of the passenger’s window and hummed along with the music playing softly on the radio. It was a little awkward. I drove slowly though the city, hoping to familiarize her with the shops she use to drag me through. My mind traveled back to when she left here… “I’m sorry…” Leah’s voice was smooth as always. She looked down at the ground and took a deep breath, leaning against him at the base of the tree. She pulled her backpack onto her lap and looked up into the sky. “Don’t be. You’re always sorry for the stupidest things, Le.” Eric grinned and stretched, looking into the sky. He awkwardly snaked his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to him, his face going red. She curled up in his arms like it the most natural thing in the world to her. Her long hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail, falling down past her shoulders and thinning out across his chest. “I’ll miss you…I don’t want to leave you, Eric…” She murmured. Her smooth voice broke this time and he flinched. “I’ll miss you too.” “Will you write?” “Everyday.” “Promise?” “Of course…” A black car pulled up across the street from the park and Leah gasped softly as a man in black got out, crossing over to us and holding out his hand. Eric stared up at the man, clenching his fists as Leah stood up. This was the man taking his best friend away from him. Leah didn’t want to go. She shouldn’t have to go! Eric turned his face away and bit down on his bottom lip, resisting the strong urge to lunge at the stranger. To strangle him maybe…Eric smirked to himself. He could do it too. He would do it if Leah weren’t there. “Bye Eric…” Eric couldn’t talk, couldn’t look. He sat there alone, staring at a flower emptily. So empty. The car drove away into the distance and Eric turned around, staring out into the clear blue sky. “Goodbye…Leah…” I could never remember the details. I could only remember that she didn’t want to go and that I couldn’t say goodbye to her face. “Hey Le…?” I started, keeping my eyes on the road. I heard her shift in her seat to turn to me. “Yes?” “Why did you leave? Who took you away?” I asked her. There was a long pause and she stared at me quietly. Why did she never answer? What had gone wrong? Who was that man? I shook my head in frustration. “I went to go live with my dad…Silly…” She said quietly. I tried to remember what exactly had happened. Searching my mind, I found nothing and I quickly glanced over to look at her. Leah smiled before gazing out of the window. I noticed that she wasn’t humming anymore. [x-x-x] We decided to go to an Italian restaurant. I wasn’t a big fan, but Leah loved it. As I stood next to the cashier quietly, I tried to remember the last time Leah and I went out together. Just her and I. I smiled to myself. We had gone to go see a scary movie. She’d been ridiculously afraid of the cliché zombie movie. Though, I suppose I had been just as scared back then. We had both been so young. Of course, I thought I was old back then. Now being eighteen, I knew better. I crossed my arms, waiting for our table to be ready. Leah was staring off into space beside me. Shifting from side to side quietly. I sighed. I had gotten her thinking about the past again. Why did I always do that? I’m so STUPID. “Are you okay?” I asked her. Leah faced me with a smile on her face. She nodded and started to play with the ends of her hair. I wondered what she was thinking. “Eric? Is there an Eric?” The waitress called my name. “Eric, c’mon…” Leah tugged on my arm and smiled at me. I nodded, walking towards the waitress to be seated. —A/N: Rawr. I wanted this to be so much longer! Ah well. Sorry guyz. Chapter Four The stars shimmered in the inky black night sky, beaming brightly through thin gray clouds. She sat silently; her shoulder-length blonde hair was draped over her slender shoulders with the wind as her stunning blue eyes settled on the familiar landscaping below her. She crossed her long legs, looking down below at the commotion. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be there. She wasn’t the type to observe her prey before she struck. For some reason, she was drawn to her kill. Leah was fascinating. Holding up a hand, Brittany briefly observed her extensive painted fingernails. She shook her head, flipping her hair out of her face and standing up to fold her arms across her chest. She wondered momentarily about the boy. How could she could use him to her advantage? It was all just too simple. “Why did you chose such easy targets for me, David…?” Her voice was soft, smooth and confident as always. There were very rare occasions where she was not self-assured. As she had repeatedly been told, she was brilliant. She was quick, efficient and never defeated. Brittany turned her back to the lights and gracefully moved down the long stone stairway. The thick layer of cold in the atmosphere conflicted with the warm coffee colors of the tall walls. “David.” Brittany called, skipping off of the last stair and striding out into the bare darkness. Her eyes darted to her right, David’s usual spot, before she growled and pushed her way through thick wood double doors. “Don’t tell me…you left again…!” The girl growled in annoyance, crossing over to a light brown chair in the corner and plopping down on it. “I’ll just have to be patient.” She told herself. It was definitely easier said than done. —. Thanks for reading. ^^
This dude with a blue ukulele is following me everywhere I go playing the same song over and over again. I swear. I see him everywhere and it’s creeping me out. xD
Last year I entered this...Contest thing. Best manga. The winner was supposed to get their manga published in some anime magazine I don't really remember...So yeah. I won. Woot, right? I gave out my information and everything while they were getting things together. So...Months go by...I figured nothing really happened. It was a school thing so I thought it was a bit stupid that I didn't at least get the manga back BEFORE the year ended. I know it's kind of dumb problem. My friend tells me that they're actually still working on publishing it. But they haven't told me about ANYTHING. They haven't even given me credit. I didn't have it copy written...I didn't back it up with anything...I sort of just gave it away. So I'm wondering...Can I still sue them for this? Even though they pretty much stole my stuff and claimed it as their own, I didn't do what was necessary to prevent that from happening. Which was stupid of me. And if it's still possible, then SHOULD I even try? I mean...It's coming from a few friends. Maybe they aren't publishing it. Maybe they sent it back. I wouldn't know anyways. I moved to another state. Makes my problem worse...I'm pretty much in the dark about it now...
Southpark is banned in Russia?
I forgot about my own KHV anniversary being yesterday. D:
If you click on the number under the 'replies' thingy by a thread, you can see who posted. *High-fives myself* Lulz. *Slowwwww*
Go ahead, just go and find her. I said I'm not okay. You'll never understand it. Oh God, just go away... You're staring at our pictures. Can't you see it? Wow... I thought that you would notice, Especially right now. You're waiting for an answer. To what? Why it's so plain? It's really rather simple. I chose to hide the pain. You still can't understand me. I wish you'd take the time. To just sit down and realize, that you were never mine. Oh please don't you deny it. I see it in your eyes. The way you look so empty. You've left something behind... Don't worry, you can leave now. I'd never make you stay. Go ahead, just go and find her. I mean it, I'm okay.
So…Two years ago I tried installing World of Warcraft on my really old computer and completely destroyed it. I fixed it. =D But nao my mom got rid of internet. D=
Story: After a few months away from camp, some of the old students return to join the new students on their first trip, assuming that the camp had returned to normal. Unfortunately, they were wrong. Not all of the camp’s secrets are uncovered… Notes: *Pretty much a normal camp with cabins and stuffs. =D Have fun! Whooo. *Each student has a certain power or talent. This camp has the tools necessary to train and perfect their abilities. *This IS a sequel. *It’s been so long since I’ve rp-ed D: Hm…I may change some things a bit later… Skeleton *=Optional Played by: Name: Age: Bio(*): Personality: Appearance: Ability: Weapon(*): Rules *No godmodding [Seriously…so annoying D:] *Be nice ^^ *Keep profanity to a minimum *Follow the KHV rules *Romance is okay but don’t push it (Except for me and Arch XD)>> Accepted: 1. Played by: Fayt-Harkwind Name: Rik Echo Age: 16 Bio(*): He had a past as an orphan until he destroyed it in fire before they could mass produce the weapons they where forced to design. Unfortuantly they where redesigned and upgraded in the camp the previous time he was there. Personality: Arrogant and hateful, he seems to hate everything but thats his way of being nice Appearance: [Jayn- Coming soon ^^;;;] Ability: can manipulate and create dark energy. Weapon(*): Katana/Nodachi 2. Played by: Arch Name: Alaric Aeterna Age: 19 Bio: A returning student, going back to the camp only because his girlfriend Aria now works there. He was practically raised by his government when their parents died, with a little help from the government...Since birth he was watched closely because he had the possible potential to have his brother's level of power. In his early teens he was a government special operative, most of the times being on assassination missions. He was trained to kill anything that crossed his path. Until his brother stopped him from continuing his work and forcing him to go to camp(to change his attitude and hopefully make a friend or two) where he met Aria who had influenced him enough to quit his job completely. Personality: Overconfident, cold at times, occasionally sarcastic, quick to act, jokes around quite a lot, a bit of a jerk, but overall can be a nice person...when he feels like it. Appearance: About six feet tall. Black hair that goes halfway down his neck, brown eyes, black shirt, dark blue jeans, black boots, and wears a plain white hoody most of the times. Ability: "Movement" Weapon: A long combat knife 3. Played by: Arch Name: Xander Aeterna Age: 37 Bio: Alaric's older brother. He was once the strongest human who ever lived and had worked for the government as an assassin seeing as how he was the best at what he did. At the age of 33 he lost nearly all his power when his fiancé died and he had what was known as a "power overload", letting too much energy build in his body. He now has trouble to even walk, having to take more effort to complete everyday tasks. He constantly argues with his younger brother(whom he had taught almost everything he knew). Although a bit rough around the edges, he still finds time to be a nice guy. Personality: Understanding, cold, has a dark sense of humor yet still nice to almost anyone other than his brother. Appearance: About six feet tall. White hair, golden eyes, black pants, dark green shirt, black combat boots, and a blue denim jacket. Ability: "Mind powers(can't find the right word D: ) Weapon: A longsword 4.Played by: Jayn Name: Aria Grey Age: 18 Bio: Returning to the camp despite the events that took place before. She’s happy to see her boyfriend Alaric again and hopefully meet up with some old friends. Aria went back to work as a counselor. >>; *Too lazy to write as much as Arch did* ^^;; Personality: Sweet, shy at times, determine, loyal. Appearance: Ability: The ability to control fire. 5. Played by: Daxma Name: Daxma Age: 16 Bio(*):Has a seriously unusual past.He once trained a special unit that was trained to be able to defeat enemies without fatality. Personality: Very Changable emotions. Appearance: Black cargo Pants with black boots a t-shirt with a jacket over it.All of these are Metal Plated and he has a good luck charm around his neck. Ability: To control lightning.This ability was never the same after the first events of the camp site before.Something had changed in him and in turn changed his powers. Weapon: No weapon
Because I had Death Note on the top of my paper (I was sketching L), and someone by me said "Ooh, you have a DEATH NOTE!!!!!!!"...No one in class even really knew what that was... It was the strangest thing...I really think it was a joke....>.>
I rock on expert guitar...from behind the Shoji door.
If a police is questioning you and you're going to lie about your name, why only lie about your middle name?
Haven't been on here for so long. Jeez. I feel like posting EVERYWHERE! *Runs around*
'Ello. Has anything important happened? I haven't been on here for a while. ;3
Because I'm bored...And need one.
My mom came home the other day with a black bag. She told me not to look in, but I didn't listen and looked anyway. In the bag was Death Note volumes 1-4 DVDs. At first I was like: "Aws, you got me...Death Note...? How'd you even know about this?" And she took the bag back and said it wasn't for me, and it was for her and she watched it on Adult Swim every Saturday (apparently, she watched the last episode too.) I thought she was joking until she started explaining why she liked to watch it. [She doesn't like Anime...Usually, by the way.] And now I'm very confused ;_;
