I'm loving the long posts ;3 Stephenie Meyer is an average writer who just happened to write about an already popular myth: vampires. Next she changed them them around to make them more original, and finally put it in a setting most teenage girls can understand. I liked the books, originally. They were simple to read, had some good emotion behind the words, and were worth talking about; for about five minutes. Then it started becoming this huge fan base. At first, I was excited for the movies, because it had been a good book. But the movie sucked, and made me hate the books. The effects were terrible, especially when Edward was "speedrunning", you could totally see through it. The sparkles looked like stick on glitter. Once you hate the movie, it gives you a ton of insight into the books. Spoilers for those who haven't read the books. Bella is a girl who moved to a town, and doesn't mind being alone. She's generally average, except for her blood. The gorgeous vampire falls in love with her, struggling not to suck her dry every second, while she's clinging to him. It's the basic sappy love story, except apparently Bella's blood is more appealing then her sex. The second movie was much better, but both the movie and the oook showed how obsessed Bella really became. If it made so much sense how Edward woudlnt want her, then why was she so hurt when he left? Everyone gets their heart broken, and you just have to get past it. Bella didn't get past, so she's clingy. She makes friends with the Native American kid, and then he stops talking to her. If he wanted to talk, he would call. I can understand her need for closure, though ;3 All in all, while the vampires were neat, they killed the story. Not one Twilight movie has been nominated for anything for the Grammies or Oscars. Unless things drastically change, I can't imagine the series will get anything better. And the people who obsess with it had no life in the first place. Anyone dumb enough to go after a fictional character wasn't very well placed in society to begin with.
Friend drama, some issues over classes, got a new game system, parent drama. The whole teen life. You? Well that's life on the internet ;3
Spring break soon 8D
Not too much. The first two friends I picked were going on abusive, but that's it. My sister came home pissed about her friend trying to steal a...
My grandpa uses skype. And all my teachers. And my old aunt. Not stereotyping. Just saying.
The only places the Castle is mentioned in are the end of Kingdom Hearts, the entire of CoM/Re:CoM, and only a bit in Kingdom Hearts II. It is mentioned a lot in 358/2 Days, because that was an Organization stronghold. I don't believe it was destroyed, because what would the purpose be? It's probably still there, just sitting there until a new enemy or friend decides to use it.
I have as well. Not much, really. The site's still the same hell hole it's pretty much been, new arrivals, some departures, etc.
I don't know if I want to/will get to see this movie in theaters. Probably will end up waiting for it to come out, to rent on Netflix. The whole Bible thing kinda turns me off, but the idea of the story is cool, so I guess i'll see what the other reviews say.
Funny. Mature more then I expected for a 14. Sorry Bushy! That's you. Being a guy. Try eight Red Bull/Volt.
Hey there, long time no speaaaak.
The wind blows strands of my hair in front of my eyes, but I ignore them. Ahead and below me, the town glows with an almost ethereal light, the effect of the sun setting upon the glass domed buildings. People move about, and even up here, amongst the eagles, I can hear the merchants yelling out their wares, I can see the people searching for the item they need. All this my eyes and ears can see. But it is my other sense I turn to, the one that is special to me alone. I close my eyes, letting myself melt into the city. Now I can sense him. My target. He walks along a back alley, thinking to himself. Standing up, letting the wind blow back my hood, I slowly let myself fall forward, rolling and tumbling through the air to land on the ground, on a soft bed of pillows. The merchant lets out a surprised squawk, but I'm already gone, slipping and blending in with the crowd. It's almost a natural gift, my teacher had said. Sliding into the back alley, the city seems to hold its breath. No one comes back here, except the people who have lost their minds. Gently slipping in front of him, I know he sees me. He looks me over, then sighs. “I would have thought they would have at least sent a professional.†I can only smile. He makes the same mistake. “You shouldn't be doing this life. I can find you a nice husband, a good family.†He tries to persuade me, his second mistake. His thick accent trembles, and he knows as well as I do what has to happen. “I am sorry, brother.†I murmur, then dart behind him. He doesn't even have time to turn before I end his life with a single twist of my blade. I help his body fall to the ground, then close his eyes, praying silently. Gently pulling the heavy sleeve back on his right arm, I pull off the bracelet dangling there, then stand up. “I hope you find the peace I shall keep searching for.†A shout brings me back; I have been seen. In an instant I am climbing the wall, pulling myself up onto the roof, and sprinting. The city gate is to the north, but I head west, towards the desert. The guards chase me, and I can hear their labored breathing. They will never catch me. Dashing across the houses, jumping through gaps, city life goes on, unaware of the change that has been made to it. Just as I near the gate, I jump into the street. Now screams pierce the normal chatter, the sound of broken pottery crashing behind me. I am small enough to dart between open spaces, but the guards are not. I hear them cursing me, and it only heightens my excitement. Taking one final jump, I let my leg muscles bunch, then push me straight up into the air. Grabbing the edge of the wall, I chance one look back at the pandemonium that had been chasing me, smile, and then climb over the wall. Dropping into a saddle, I pet my dear Racing Star, my beloved horse, then urge her into a neat canter, leaving the city behind for the one place I call home. Another day for me. Perhaps tomorrow I shall be able to travel somewhere new, that the masters think I am ready. This is my life. Me, ready to die for the job at a moment's notice. I am an assassin, the best of the best. This is my story.
Seriously, no one needs to even not sleep through a night. Y'all are ******s =/ All you have to do is study for ten minutes each day two weeks before a test, and actually do the homework assigned. I'm younger then you guys, cept maybe Nova, and I still get the **** done. SPRING BREAK SOON ;D
Chapter 9 I lay on the floor, trying to breathe without smelling them. Even here, I can smell them. Something in me keeps fighting, though, fighting it. I can feel it, in me. Like a bird struggling with its tether. Do I let it free, or do I fight to destroy everything? Closing my eyes, I feel liquid seep out from under my lids, trickling down my cheeks. Tears. When was the last time I cried? Opening my eyes, I lift my head to watch those small pearls of liquid fall to the ground, shatter and reform. Just like I had. Except when I had reformed, something had gotten in me. Something smells, clean and sweet and pure. Blood. Blinking, I look up to see Zero. Zero. Great. Now I'm hallucinating. Except did hallucinations go so far as to reciprocate his smell, the feel of his hands against my hair? Because he was stroking my head, murmuring something. Looking up, my head spins, and I cling to the floor. Maybe this was real...but then what about that hallucination that had turned everything to blood? Cautiously, I reach up and touch his face, running my fingers down his eyelids, closing them. “What do you think of me?†I murmur, dropping my hands. I know what I must look like. Pale, thin, weak. My hair is tangled into a knot; I'll probably have to cut it again. He hands something to me, a tablet. Nearly dizzy with thirst, the burning an agony in my throat, I shakily drop it into the pitcher of water, then, barely able to breathe, tip the contents toward the rim and drink, long and hard. I can feel the liquid spilling down my cheeks, drenching my clothes, but I don't care. It's the sweet release I've been waiting for, the dizziness fading. Letting the pitcher drop, I watch it shatter, then slowly sink to my knees, only to have Zero catch me. “Yuki?†His voice is so quiet, I wouldn't be able to hear it with human ears. “I'm alright.†I whisper back, leaning against him, soaking his shirt with the blood colored liquid. “Thank you.†There's no answer, but I'm too sleepy to wait for one. Slowly, I let my eyelids close, a smile on my face. I know I murmured something else, but I don't know what it is except for the tensing of Zero's arms. I let the darkness overtake me, and let all the cares slide away. * * * * * Akatsuki shook his head, letting the rest of the snow fall. It was annoying when it came indoors with him, made everything so wet. Grabbing a towel had been left on the rack, he sighed, rubbing his neck and shoulders. Or was going to, until he smelled it. Blood tablets had been used, a lot of them. Creeping upstairs, the towel smoldering in his hand, he bared his fangs, then opened the door silently. The first sense to assail him was the scent of the potent liquid, and the sight of it all over, especially Yuki Kuran. But Yuki was being held by Zero. Kain didn't ask questions, he didn't have to. The feelings in Zero's eyes were bare for one second, and they showed him all he needed to know. “Yuki-sama isn't sick, is she?†he asked, standing up straight and closing the door. Flicking his finger, fire started all around the soaked carpet, ruining it, but most importantly, hiding the smell. He opened the window, letting the room air out, then turned back to the strange vampire. “Ruka has been feeling ill these past days, almost symptomatic of what Yuki was supposed to be feeling, but I know now.†He could feel anger burning at him, but kept it hidden, his aristocratic training helping him. “Zero, take Yuki back to the headmaster. She will not survive here.†Zero looked startled, but gathered the small girl into his arms and began to carry her toward the window. “Akatsuki.†Kain turned, surprised. He and Zero had barely spoken two words, but he had felt an unspoken camaraderie to the other man, knowing what it was like to love someone who longed for another. “Kiryu, you had better get moving. The others are going to be coming.†“Why help me? You should be stopping me. Kaname wants her here, and Yuki is your....†“Queen? No. She has never treated us as such. There are times when her pure blood self shows, when she commands respect and fear, and can manipulate, like Kaname, but that is not her. She grew up human, and her two selves are fighting each other, rejecting the change. She cannot be both.†Both males locked eyes for a second, then Kain looked away. “Go. Before Kaname gets back.†He meant to look back at Zero, to see how he meant to get on the roof and back to the school dorms, but all that awaited him was an empty window seat. He shook his head, smiled a little, then left the room, grabbing the dropped towel and drying the rest of himself off. * * * * * * Rima grinned, then threw one last snowball at Shiki before darting away through the snow, to her hideout. She spotted a dark shadow on the roof and stopped, watching it intently. Shiki stopped beside her, and she gratefully sensed his presence next to her, moving slightly closer. “So it's begun.†Shiki nodded, then turned. Rima mimicked him, trying to see what he was doing, when icy coldness poured down her back. She screamed in panic and glee, and grabbed the nearest handful of snow to lob back at him. If a storm was coming, she was going to grab the small moments and hold them tight. Just like Yuki used to.
But he was one of the actually cute ones......
Today I attempted to switch feet while spinning on the ice. I failed. Then I managed to do the harder jump, but not the easiest one. Then my online teacher added an extra assignment, and it's due tomorrow. ;3 I had a great day.
Do you remember drama during grade school? Like friends smoking, drinking, getting into fights over guys?
No, that's about the same, except I was eleven. I got almost suspended for a few hours, for drawing on myself. The good old days.
I would have cried. If I could have stopped laughing first.
Expelled from elementary school? The only other time I heard about that was when a kid in my old school tried to set a bomb. But that's more...
Satan has officially been gone since June 5th, 2008. I think we're safe.
