Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Jingle Bells

Alright, so here I am again with another story. Honestly, it's not quite as depressing as the last one. It's actually happy. Which saddens me a tad.

This one was also based on a prompt: "The countdown clock for Christmas is ticking, and Santa's elves begin working their magic on the assembly line; but the line comes to a screeching halt as rumors spread that one elf is going to be let go today.........."

Holly (unimaginative, I know, but bear with me) sat in the plush green chair outside of Santa's ofice, her frizzy orange curls swaying in her face. She was it, she just knew it. How many times had the others warned her of daydreaming? Of doodling on the toy blueprints?

She couldn't say she regretted all of that, though. In fact, maybe this would be good for her. Now she could go out on the ice caps and sketch. Perhaps the Frost nymphs would let her decorate the windows of peoples' homes! Of course, she would have to start working on some warmer clothes, but that wouldn't be too hard to do--

The door slid silently open, washing the dim room with bright yellow firelight.

"Please come in, Holly," the large man said solemnly. Santa! In the flesh! Holly fought down a thrill of excitement - she reminded herself of what a bad elf she was, how much trouble she was in. She followed Santa, surprised that the top of her head almost reached the nose of the tall man.

Santa motioned towards a seat by the fireplace beside a small table of cookies and fresh hot chocolate. Holly sat primly. Santa fell into the seat across from her. There was a pause.

"I've noticed your drawings . . ." Santa began sternly. Holly flinched. Yup, she was definitely the one. Then Santa's face relaxed into a broad smile.

" . . . and might I say, I'm quite relieved! I thought I might have to wait another few hundred years before--"

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Yes?"

"Do you mean that I'm not in trouble?"

Santa rolled with a deep, throaty laughter. "Heavens no! What would ever give you such an idea?"

Holly blushed, embarrassed. "Well, the other elves said--"

"My dear, you must understand that not all elves are gifted with your sense of imagination. Rumors fly around here like a bad cold."

"So, you mean that no one's getting laid off?"

"I didn't say that," Santa replied, peering over his small spectacles as he reached for some paperwork. "I figure that sometimes I need to fulfil a rumor to stop it. So, you're fired-"

Holly drooped. She knew it.

"-from the Toymaking Department."

Department? Meaning that Santa had other factions at the Pole?

"I am reassigning you to be the head of my Artistry Department. This department is in charge of new ideas for toys, designing renovations and remodelings of the Pole, and, most importantly, creating. This department is also where I get all the paintings hanging in all of the buildings." Santa gave her an appraising look. "Do you accept?"

Holly's mouth gaped open like a land-locked fish.

"Yes, yes I accept!" She sputtered excitedly. Santa smiled broadly again.

"I thought you might. Now go down the stairs, to the left, and then three rights after another flight of stairs. Hand this paper to Buttons at the desk. She'll make sure you get to where you need to go." Santa stood up to escort her out. Holly leaped towards him, wrapping her willowy arms around the great expanse of his shaking belly.

"Thank you," she whispered. Large hands encased her as Santa returned her hug.

"Now hurry!We need every bit of that creativity working on Christmas!" Santa shooed her out of the room with a grin.

Holly gave one last wave, then ran down the stairs, out of sight.

TA-DA!!! Something without a bit of depressingness in it! It hurts, OH, it hurts. Enjoy your Christmas present for the year!

Friday, December 11, 2009

Shadow of the Day

Alright, with Footloose over, I think it's about time that I start blogging again. So it is my hope and desire to post at least once a week.


In this post, I am adding a story that I wrote in Creative Writing (have I mentioned how much I love that class?) The prompt is the first line.


Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath, and walked towards where he was sitting. Her shadow trailed behind her.


She reached him, sat down on the seat next to him. Her eyes batted shyly. She looked down, then back at him. She sent a burning red sensation up her neck and into her cheeks.


"Hi. Um, I'm Angela. You know, from English?"


"Oh, yeah. Hey. So how are you liking the dance?"


"Much better now that I have someone to sit next to. You don't mind, do you?" She lowered her face again, creating a look of innocence. He just smiled.


"Of course not. Do your friends want to come, too?" He craned his neck to look at where she ahd been standing with her group only minutes before. With a pang she realized that it wasn't her he liked. She suppressed her horror and fury and despair. She pushed it down, and even further down still, out into her shadow.


The dark tendrils of shadow twisted up around the metal of the chair, crawling up his back with sharp pricks. He didn't feel them. They never did, until the shadow enclosed on the back of their necks, and ice shot through them. He started trembling.


"Hey, are you okay?" Angela put a warm hand on his knee.


"Y-Yeah. Just a little chilly in here. I think I'm going to go get some hot chocolate." He tried to stand up, but her shadow latched on harder, forcing him to stay still.


"No, you stay here. I'll get it for you." Angela stood up, smoothing her pink, fluffy skirt, and skipped to the table of refreshments. Annmarie looked over and nodded twice, smiling darkly. Ah, the signal. Angela sipped at the steaming cup of hot chocolate as she returned to him.


His head was leaning back, mouth slightly open as if her were still trying to slip a breath in. His eyes were wide . . . and lifeless. Angela touched his skin. Cold. Deathly cold. She grinned a hideous grin, eyes gleaming black as her shadow grasped her ankles. This had been fun. She put the styrofoam cup in his hand, and walked away.


Voila! A story of epic disturbing proportions!! I hope you enjoyed it.

Footloose

Need I say more? Long hours, grueling practices, but hey, we rocked the house every single night. And I got a ducky!! A beach ball ducky. It makes me happy.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Hero/Heroine

You will not believe the amazing luck I have just experienced this weekend.
So I asked this amazing guy on a date, and I was lucky enough that he said yes! So we are going this Saturday to go see 9, which I am WAY excited for!!
And at the dance, he was there, and so was another one of my guy friends. And, miracle of all miracles, he asked me out! Imagine that! Two dates! This is a record! I'm dancing a cloud.
It helps me to have these pick-me-ups.

It's too late baby, there's no turning around
I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a clouds
This is how I do
When I think about you
I never thought that you could break me apart
I keep a sinister smile and a hold on my heart
You want to get inside
Then you can get in line
But not this time
Cause you caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming

I won't try to philosophize
I'll just take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes
This is how I feel
And its so surreal
I got a closet filled up to the brim
With the ghosts of my past and the skeletons
And I don't know why
You'd even try
But I won't lie
You caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming

And I feel a weakness coming on
Never felt so good to be so wrong
Had my heart on lockdown
And then you turned me around
I feel like a newborn child
Every time I get a chance to see you smile
It's not complicated
I was so jaded

And you caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine

Eaven, I miss you! Every day I sit alone in lunch and feel so....empty. I don't know why. But then things like this happen that send me soaring into the dark, star filled sky up to the silent moon. And then I scream in pure joy.
Is this a dream? Or could this really be happening to me?

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Fade

So I created a character named Fade. She can, well, fade. So it's almost like invisibility, but instead of just shielding her image, she ceases to exists. She fades. By fading, she can enter into someone and control them, teleport (sorta), become invisiblie, etc.

It is a strange thing
I can do
To break me apart into tiny
pieces
to move or to stay
and then build me again
Legos scattered on the floor built
into something comprehendible
Comprehendible, not normal - no
never normal
but average-looking enough to
pass
for a "normal" person
Ah, you do not understand
Join the club
and allow me to explain
explain fully
before you run away from me
push away from me
screaming
I will not stop you
although I could
I could tear apart
invisible
movable
and enter you
solidify myself enough
to reach your muscles and nerves
and mind
oh, the mind is the best -
worst
part
Filled with a surging wave
of memories and dreams
secrets and nightmares (the same thing?)
I can see who you are in total
completion
I can take control
take the knife and shove it
into your/my ribs
and end it all for
you/me
of course I can release enough of myself
control parts instead of whole
and I will survive
and you will die
But I do not do that
it goes against me
against my secrets
against my dreams
Instead I move myself
a primitive
slow form of teleportation
I break myself apart to escape
the swing of the hand
the bat
the weapon
self preservation - that is when
my eyes glow black
and I step into the shadows
and Fade

Are you screaming yet?

My rough draft of the beginning of Fade's story. Like?

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The Anthem

And the high school
it felt more to me
like a jail cell
a penitentiary
but time spent there
it only made me see..............

Drumroll, please.
The SCHEDULE is here

1. Social Dance - Done
2. Drivers Ed - Yearby
3. AP Stat - Andrews
4. OSS 1000 - Lorensen

5. Adv. Creative Writing - Harris
6. Foods 1 - Dalton
7. Psychology 1010 - USU STAFF
8. Adv. Chorus (Show Choir) - Mourtgos

This is Term 1. When Term 2 gets closer I'll post that. I'm way excited for my silver days. Oh, since Stansbury colors are blue, silver, and I think black (XD) then the days are blue and silver.
School starts August 24.
Sigh.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Time of Your Life

This post is titled thus because this might take some time to read...sit back and relax. These are an accumulation of short stories written for a journalism project. I've just neglected to put them on until now. Please comment!

And Enjoy.



Vacation
In the end, she decided to pad around the corner on silent feet, jumping off the plastic dumpster into the wet street.
“Eew.”
She hated water. It got her all wet and soggy, which wasn’t at all good for her temperament, and it made her noisy. She shook the water off of her head as a drainpipe busted above her.
“Why?” she moaned. “Why me? Why today? What did I dooo?!”
A short, barky laugh resounded behind her. She swiveled around to face him, a tall, dark figure with a husky at his side. The cat draped across her shoulders awoke with a hiss. She pouted.
“Oh, Calico, must you do that? Sulking doesn’t suit you.”
“Shut it, mutt. Now what do you want here? I thought you were heading to Vegas or Canada or something.”
“I’m getting there, sheesh. My plane doesn’t leave for a couple of hours, anyway. A better question is, what is poor little kitty doing here all alone in the rain?” he scoffed at her predicament.
“Going home.” Calico informed him, turning roughly around and marching off.
“Wait a minute,” he laughed, pulling in front of her, walking backwards to keep her pace. “I didn’t mean it like that. I was only asking what a dry-freak like you was doing in the middle of the storm. I thought you would be curled up watching some teary chick flick sharing popcorn and Fancy Cat with your pal there.”
“If you must know, I was at Tabby’s. “
His face twisted in confusion. “The milk bar?”
“Yeah,” Calico answered defensively. “I went to the milk bar. They flavor theirs with cream.” She smiled dreamily. “Mm…yummy….”
“And you couldn’t have gotten that at home why?”
Calico frowned. “Because theirs is shaken, not stirred.”
He paused in disbelief, then shook his head quickly, clearing his thoughts. “Alrighty, then. Anyway, the reason I came was because I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come with me. I got an extra ticket for Collie, but he got tangled in some family sheepdog crisis. So, I thought it was time you got out for a vacation. I’m going to Hawai’i, by the way.” He winked at her.
Calico mulled it over, then sighed. “Sure, Husky, I’ll go. Just let me get my bags. And maybe stop at Tabby’s for one last drink….”
Husky groaned.

Udder Incompetence
I was so thirsty.
“There – There, I see one!” Juniper jumped excitedly, leaning on the control panel. The ship leaned dangerously. I scrambled to right it, pulling the long, auburn ponytail by the curl at the end to rip her from the panels.
“Jeez, Juniper, you’re so tresam. How many times do I have to tell you to calm it?”
Juniper bowed repeatedly. “I’m so sorry, Tintem! Please forgive me!”
“Stop it. You’ve been ordering those Earth channels again, haven’t you?”
Juniper blushed. “They’re so addictive! Really, you should watch them with me!”
Um…no. I knew just how addicting those shows really were, and I had no intentions of my parents sending me back into isolation. Bad memories….
I steered a hard left as one of them was herded back with the others.
“Wow, they’re getting better,” Juniper whined. “It’s like they don’t trust us anymore.”
“Juniper, they don’t know we exist. It’s all “end of the world” and “death and doom” when we’re involved.”
“They don’t know us at all. So superficial!” Juniper started tearing up, just like she always did. “I just wanted one human friend!!”
I rolled my eyes. “Juniper, stuff it. You need to learn to act like a kuudoes, instead of being such a tres. Even if you did meet an Ertiim, they wouldn’t want to be around someone who sobs all the time.”
“I know,” she sighed dramatically. “I’m just feeling openly emotional. It’s my drama class at benkiuu. “
“Doubt it,” I grumbled. She grinned and skipped over to give me a hug. If I hadn’t been driving, I would have slapped her.
“Don’t be so grumpy,” she insisted, “it makes you look – HEY!”
“Ow! Right in my ear!”
“Look look look! Another one!”
Annoying as she was, Juniper was right. The lumbering black-and-white beast was pasturing farther away from the rest of the herd.
“Alright, I’m going in.” A gentle push on the throttle –
“Can I push the button?!”
“I don’t care; just shut your mouth while I’m trying to drive!” Honestly, what was with her?
Closer, zooming in, retractor beams in position, gearing up, bottom hatch creaking up –
“Now?”
“Yes, Juniper, now.”
We were finally going to get some milk.
I was so thirsty.

Paradox
To Catch a Falling Star
First climb up to the highest tower of the shortest hut, then hold your hand out clenched in a fist close to you. After wards, inhale deeply with quick, shallow breaths. With your right hand hold your left hand…..no, your other left hand. Not bad. The star dully shines in your left hand while your right hand holds your other left hand.
Hold your breath as you blow on the wet fire of the star. It should begin to freeze with heat. As the solid liquid seeps through your dry hand, close your eyes and look at the side – it’s the center of the star. Eyes should appear, but you won’t be able to see them. They’ll speak. They’ll ask something like this: “Let me go, you bumbling pillow of rocks!” And then you will drop it.
Congratulations! You have now successfully caught a star.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Chasing Cars

So I'm WAY happy...and giddy...hehehe....

Anyway, I am getting better at talking to the guy I used to have a crush on via Facebook. It's easier to say stuff and not worry if it's going to mess up any chance at him liking me, because now there's not a chance at all. That should be depressing, but it's not really. Now I have to work at talking with boys here.



Let's waste time
chasing cars
around our heads



If I lay here
if I just lay here
would you lie with me
and just forget the world

That's pretty much my dream right there. We'll go lay out on the grass watching the stars and he'll listen to me ramble off mythological constellations and he'll tell me more and then we'll go in and watch a movie together and eat homemade popcorn, then maybe a little vanilla ice cream, and then suck on peppermints for the rest of the movie.

I did my senior pictures yesterday. It was way fast, I did a LOT of pictures/poses. One of them was a white backdrop and you could bring props, so my dad suggested bringing in his motorcycle. And he did! It was SO cool. My mom did my hair, and we went and got actual makeup and I was wearing eyeliner, eyeshadow, concealer, and nail polish! With fancy hair! All on the same day! I felt way girly....



Saturday, June 13, 2009

Pages

I love this song. So much. I keep seeing different movies in my head for it....I need to draw them.
I went to a dance. Amazing music. Better lights. I'm writing choppy. That's how I'm thinking/feeling right now. Eaven, thanks for coming. You totally made my night. And I loved showing you my picture. It was so awesome. As soon as I can find my computer cord (and figure out how to put pictures on here), then I'll show it on my blog. It's amazing. Absolutely, completely so.

You can see that his broken soul is bleeding
So you conceal your feelings and wander through my heart
Letting you see through me now only consumes me
Forget your pain and watch me fall apart

That's how I feel sometimes. I feel so out of control, so angry and wrathful, like I want to hurt someone, but I know I can't, because that would be bad. I don't want to be bad. I want to be the good girl that is strong enough to protect someone. Then I fall apart, and I think 'how can I help someone when I can't even figure myself out?' Then Eaven calls, or Spaceman texts, or Athenia chats, and I forget that inside I hurt, and you wander through my heart, stitching up the torn, bleeding soul. I forget the dreams where my mother dies, and I become so afraid because I alwasy follow, until the one dream where you save me, Athenia. I forget the dreams where I get shot five times in the back, where in my dream I feel pain so real. So...thanks....

I'm tired. I have a talk that I still have to write for tomorrow. I'm freaking out about it, but Eaven's talked me through most of it, so I hope it won't be too bad. Meep.

Good night. Sleep tight. Let your dreams be sweet tonight.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Live Every Second

So Eaven introduced me to the musical Jekyll and Hyde, and I LOVE it! School is easier (except for chem), and I really like at least most of my classes. I've been having a lot of friends at school. Now to integrate myself into the ward...........
So I have decided that I am going to take a notebook and write a bunch of short stories. I am also going to (ahem, hopefully) finish "Happy Medium" and "Twisted Stems". I love reading your stories, Eaven!! Kane, do you write?
Since no one leaves comments (glare) I have decided that everyone who reads should ask me something that they would like me to talk about in the next blog. I will answer questions, rant about ideas/various topics, all if you guys tell me what you want to know. Because I really don't know what to talk about most of the time.

Friday, April 10, 2009

If I Apologised

This is a short story I wrote in the YWWP (Young Women Writers Program). I was one of twelve students from all of Kentucky to get in, and had a WONDERFUL time! The prompt for this piece was "The letter said the package would arrive on Monday." And this is what I came up with. Sequels are currently being written.

The letter said the package would arrive on Monday. But she wasn’t there to receive it. She had gone walking that day, alone in the foggy park. It was the perfect place to practice her abilities, open and welcoming, plenty of sparse, grown trees to hide her if eyes became too curious. It was there that she was stolen, and it was there that she was found.
The package had been a book and a charm she had ordered from the Shelf, a collection of unusual items. On the day she was stolen, the package was stolen as well.
At first she felt welcomed in the park, the air and the water sending out its usual heartfelt greeting. Soon, though, the trees and the earth began to warn her. Of course, it was too late by then; her Stealer had found her.
The grass tried to help her as she was being stolen, tried to grow on her Stealer, but all it succeeded in doing was making the Stealer drop the package. The ground quickly sucked it up. Then she was gone.
She was gone for three days. In those three days the earth, the grass, the trees, the air, and the water learned her secrets. Questions they had never had were answered – exactly how she and no one else could speak to them, the elements. How she carried the missing element, fire, in her pocket, like a pet. They came to hate her – they had thought she was their friend, someone they could trust. But she had kept secrets from them. They were glad she was gone.
In three days she returned. They planned what to do with her, how she was to be punished for her deception. But when they found her, bleeding on the grass, they could not hate her. The trees cradled her in their limbs as water ran down the bark like tears, slowly forming into tiny leaflets. Her name was Willow, and they wept for her.

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Dancing Through Life

Okay, this is not the story I promised, but I've been too lazy to type it up. So, because I really have nothing else to say, I shall post a poem I wrote. Sorry Staple Ninja and Book Hippo if you've read it. I'll try to get some new stuff to post. Until then........Read on!

ETERNITY’S WALTZ

The dress
Swishes and sways
Reflecting the stars
Curling around hidden wrinkles
To wrap around creases
And shield the spirit within
Moving shadows
Change from moment to moment
In a blur of motion
That seems to take so long
But is only a short while
Short as a knot in the rope
In the sea of memory
The princess dances
And laughs
And weeps
And screams
And looks silently on
All at the same time
Moving in motion
With the partner in front of her
Not remembering the dance before
Enjoying this dance
But still looking forward
To the next waltz of eternity.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Desert Rose

Alrighty! I am back....ish........*sigh*. I am really tired right now, and I haven't even gone back to school yet. Speaking of which, it took four hours to register. NOT my idea of fun. Here is my schedule:

Purple Day
1. Release Time Seminary - Griffith
2. Chorus - DeGraffenreidt (they just call him Mr. D, thank goodness ^.^)
3. Chemistry - Burton
4. Chinese 1 - Palfreyman

White Day
5. AP English - Smith (by the way, this is a senior-only class. Meep!)
6. Journalism 1 - Bryant
7. CP U.S. History - Medley (this is really APUSH, but the teacher wasn't AP certified or something)
8. Peer Tutor - Ford

So I totally forgot what else I was going to say in this post. Coming Soon: A new story written by the one and only Soren! Or, at least, the beginning of it. Eaven read it and liked it. I hope everyone else does. Until then, wish me luck. ^_^

Thursday, March 19, 2009

The Highwayman

In honor of Nin, whom I will miss so very much.

And if the tears never seem to dry
Let them fall
Let them run down your cheeks
Down the crevices of your face
Let them flood down your soul
Cleansing in its wake
Let them be your melody
To the accompaniment of screams
Of curses
To the gray sky
Crying with you.

But remember to breathe
Remember what it is like with the sun
That light of warmth
The bane of my existence
Remember this and laugh
And then the tears will dry
And then your heart will stitch together
And come back
Come back to the body it has missed
Since before the tears
Before the advent
Before the smile

Remember me
Don’t ever forget
And move laughingly on
To that wide horizon
As I walk to that single point
To meet you.

This is not the end

This is merely the beginning of the next book.

I wrote this for you. Erm, I hope it's okay.
Come visit me soon.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Hello

Two people have died in two days. The first was a guy at West that had MRSA, who died the day before yesterday. The second happened just yesterday. The mother of someone on my bus, someone that lives down the street from me got run over by their moving van while her kids watched. I should be sad, maybe a little scared, but I'm not really. It just makes me think a lot about what my death is going to be like, what I want it to be like. I'm not quite sure yet. Maybe that's a good thing.
I got a 100% on my chemistry test.
Chemistry reminds me of when we got the news that one of the teachers died of cancer. That was this year. Maybe last month? I don't know. There's been a lot of death lately.
It makes me think.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

So Dad's in Utah right now. Darn, I miss him. But at least he's starting his new job today. We'll be moving soon (hopefully in about two weeks!). I'm really excited because it means that I won't have to make up all the snow days we have here. Hee hee. Erm, so anyway, I'm just going to ramble about random stuff because I feel like it.
So I watched the Mummy Returns and the Mummy 3: Tomb of the Dragon Emporer. And yet, I've not seen the Mummy. Oh the irony. In the Mummy 3 they speak a lot of Chinese, and I was actually able to understand some of it, which made me happy. I haven't taken Chinese for almost a whole term now, and I really need to review it. Blergh.
Sorry for those who read my blog and fanfiction for not updating. School has been ruling my life for the past year. I spend Saturdays just doing homework. I love my classes, but they require a LOT of work. But if it gets me into college.....
A friend of mine got into BYU Idaho, which is where I want to go, and by the time he gets back from his mission, I'll be in a higher grade than him. Mwahahahahaaaaa!!!
I think I am done rambling now. For all ye readers, I run out of subjects to talk about, so if you want to know something about me or whatever then just ask and I will reply in (probably) the next post.
I never know how to end these things. So.....See you soon! Especially you, Eaven!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Dante's Prayer

I chose this song because I thought it fit for someone who is going to the Temple today! Woot! I am so excited! This one of the few times that I will ever dress up to school. For all you people who don't know why I would need to do that, the reason is thus: We leave at 4:15 in order to get to Louisville (which is a hour-and-a-half away from where I live), and school ends at 3:40. We have to be at the church at 4:00. That leaves precious little time to do anything at home, except maybe grab a snack because we won't be eating until late. It's so fun!! So I am UBER excited and at lunch right now. Well, I'm actually in the library, but it's lunch time. So I had probably better go. So.....enjoy whatever you're eating! And read (and REVIEW) my fanfictions, if you do not mind. I think that now that I'm on a roll, it'll be better. Do not be turned off at the first chapter. And comment. On here. Because I like to know what you guys think. I'm rambling again. Blergh.
Have fun on this blissfully rainy/windy day!
Happiness!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Calling

Soren's Story

She was sitting at the back of the bus, watching the girl with the coconut hair. She was a people-watcher, one of those who sat in the corners and watched what people did, how they reacted, and what different expressions meant. It was fun, she admitted, though sometimes she would have rather been one of those being watched.
Normally, she moved from person to person to avoid being caught staring at a stranger, and being on the receiving end of the snobs she had observed so often. But this girl . . . this girl was different. She could have sworn that the girl had even caught her eye and couple of times, yet the girl did not scorn or push her away. Instead, the girl had offered a small smile. This girl was so different, and so had caught her interest.
She had even caught the girl’s name: Eaven White.
“Soren.”
She looked around warily for the voice that had softly called her name. Her eyes met Ian, only a seat away. He was one of the few that she was comfortable enough to call a friend, rather than an acquaintance, and he lived only a block away. His black hair swept into his eyes, adding a sense of mystery and confidence that she wished she could mimic. His black shirt today held the picture of her favorite band, Tokio Hotel. She smiled at the sight.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” Ian asked casually.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow was Friday. She thought.
“Nothing much,” She said.
“A bunch of friends and I are going to the movies. Want to go?” Ian, unless she was mistaken, looked slightly hopeful, something glimmering in his ice-blue eyes.
“I’ll see if I can go,” She shrugged, grinning. “I still have to ask my parents.” Ian chuckled. “I know how that is,” he answered. “I’ll call you, okay?”
“Hao de.” Soren answered. Ian rolled his eyes comically. He knew that she only spoke Chinese when she was happy enough to bug him.
The bus stopped. She stood up, ending up one person behind the girl Eaven.
“Call you later,” Ian reminded her. She looked back and nodded, her hands full with the textbooks that didn’t fit in her backpack.
On the way home, she trod slowly, somehow managing to stay behind the girl Eaven. She thought about Ian’s invitation. Now that they were both sixteen, they had not been able to go out on group dates, even though they were able to. She had known him for two years, the two that she had lived here in this somehow thriving desert. Yet they had fit together like two puzzle pieces as friends, and now that they were of age, they didn’t want to even think of each other as a couple, just friends. They both liked it that way.
She passed Eaven’s house as the girl was going inside, glowing, and almost walked into the boy she was with.
“Oops, sorry,” the boy said good-naturedly. She just stiffened, frightened to be in the attention of this boy, and scrambled quickly off, walking into the house at the opposite end of the street as his.

This was just a random rough draft that I just thought up. So it's rough. Very rough.
I kind of started rambling at one point. I hope this doesn't totally not match the description of your character, Eaven. I just always imagined Eaven looking just like you. Which she probably does. Gosh, I'm rambling again. GAH!
ANYWAY! I hope you enjoy.
Oh, and Calling is a song. It is by the J-rock singer Gackt and it is off the FFvii: Advent Children soundtrack.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Rette Mich

For once, my song title thing is not in Chinese! Haha.... It's actually German for "Rescue Me", which is an insanely good song by Tokio Hotel. The sad thing is, the only video they have for it is in German. But that's okay, because Bill Kaulitz is SOO cool when he sings in German! And English!
I figured that if I had a dollar for every piece of paper I use for homework, I would have enough money to feed a third-world country. Sad, eh? I have been bombarded by homework and stuff. I suppose that comes with the AP classes.
Note to self: NEVER take an AP math class AGAIN!! EVER!!
Anyway, I'm now on yearbook. Cool, isn't it?
Also good news for those reading, we got a contract on the house yesterday! Meaning if it works out I will be moving soon! But we don't know how strong it is, so don't get too high of hopes.
I really hope it works out.
Wow this is getting long. I think I'm rambling.
So I should probably stop.
Okay, night!

Thursday, January 1, 2009

......Zhu Ni Xinnian Kuai Le!

As you may or may not have noticed, I have put songs as my blog titles. All of my past blogs have been pretty easy.......and this one is pushing it. Mostly because it is actually part of the last blog/song. Translated, it means "wish you a happy new year", which I do, which is why it is the title of the blog. So the whole song goes "Women zhu ni shengdan kuai le, zhu ni xinnian kuai le!" to the tune of "We wish you a Merry Christmas (and a Happy New Year!)"
So there's my little bit on titles of my blogs. I really wanted this post to be the last one for 2008, but I think it will do to have it be the first one of 2009. Welcome to a brand new year!
Happy New Year!