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The Blair Witch Project - Take Two

“Excuse me,” Mr. Daul tapped the mic. “Students, quiet down.”
The gymnasium was filled with confused chatter.
“Shut up!” Brianna yelled, she was standing next to Mr. Daul in front of the whole school-- well, not the whole school..
Everyone quieted down, Brianna looked upset. Actually, a few students looked upset. There were a few whispers about those students.
“Here you go, Brianna.” Mr. Daul handed her the microphone.
“Thanks...” She sighed. “Okay, you guys knew Sarah Wiedemann, Max Herget and Claudia Burns, right?”
A few students nodded, most of the gym looked around out of confusion.
“They went and did a stupid project out in the woods and then they died out there. The footage they had recorded was put together into a movie by Sarah’s dad and Claudia’s dad.”
She paused, thinking of the right things to say.
“And um,we’re going to watch it.”
Everyone in the bleachers looked around, looking for the people they wouldn’t find. The lights went out and the projector lit up.
“If you die, I’m going to kick your dead butt.” Brittany laughed, shaking her head.
“That goes for you too,” Cassidy sighed, finding this less amusing as she hugged Claudia.
“I won’t die, there’s no witch out there.” Claudia smiled, making a promise that everyone in the gym knew hadn’t been kept.
“I’m serious you guys, be safe out there.” Brittany had become serious.
“I will,” Sarah hugged her, another promise that wouldn’t be kept.

The screen flashed, showing Max, Sarah and Claudia in a small town.

“Welcome to Burkittsville, Maryland.” Sarah and Max sang.
“You guys are so weird.” Claudia laughed.
“Yes we are,” Sarah bowed.
“Anyway, we’re here in Burkittsville Maryland to explore The Blair Witch since it’s totally bogus.” Claudia explained.
“We’re going to recreate the whole thing! We have cameras and all that fun stuff!” Sarah added.
“Three different perspectives to get the whole thing,” Max nodded.

The scenery changed again.
“Okay! Day one, five hours into the woods and we’ve made camp. We should really start a fire...” Sarah nodded.
“Alright,” Max shrugged, pulling together some kindling.
“I hate camping.” Claudia flopped back onto the ground.
“Even if Slender Man is watching?” Sarah asked.
“Even if Slender Man is watching.” Claudia confirmed.
A few people laughed at the comment as the angle changed to a darker sky.
“We’ve got ourselves a tent that’s all set up, a fire and a Slender Man.” Max showed the setup, looking around to show the area they were in.
“C’mon, put the fire out. We need to go to bed. Tomorrow we’re getting lost.” Claudia crossed her arms.
“Good point,” Sarah put out the fire, leaving only burning embers.
All three climbed into the tent and set up the cameras so the whole tent could be seen.
“Good night,” They all said before climbing into their sleeping bags.

The night had been put on fast forward, no one had gotten up.
“Good morning loveys,” Sarah picked up a camera and stepped outside of the tent-- stepping onto something. “Hey, wait, what?”
“What is it?” Max came out of the tent.
“Sticks?” Sarah picked up a bundle of twigs.
“Show em’ to Claudia..?” Max guessed, unsure.
“Claudia!!” Sarah whined, going back into the tent.
“What?” Claudia asked, hands over her eyes.
“There’s a bunch of twigs outside of the tent,” Sarah said.
“Twigs?” Claudia bolted up. “Twigs?”
“Yeah,” Sarah nodded.
“Put them back. Now. Pack up. Now.” She pulled their sleeping bags together. “Now.”
Within minutes they were packed up, an air of confusion on the screen and in the crowd.
“What’s wrong with twigs?” Sarah finally asked.
“Those weren’t just twigs.” Claudia shook her head, keeping a poker face.
“What do you mean, ‘They weren’t just twigs?’ “ Max asked.
“Haven’t either of you actually watched The Blair Witch Project? Those twigs were a gift from the witch.” Claudia looked at her comrades, completely serious.
“It is real then..” Max whispered.
“Check the footage on my camera. Just incase it was one of us or if we can see the person who did it.” Claudia tossed her camera at Sarah.
“What direction should we be going in?” Max asked, being serious.
“Well.. I don’t want us going in a circle like Hannah, Josh and Mike.... East. Screw South, we’re going East.” It was obvious that Claudia didn’t know what to do.
“Okay,” Max pulled out his compass. “This way then.”
Max took Sarah and Claudia’s hands, sensing how scared they both were. This is only day two.

“Day two, twelve hours in and we run into this...” Max showed the trees filled with little stick men.
“No one got up during the night.” Sarah confirmed.
“It’s the witch....” Claudia shook her head. “The witch did it.”
“The witch doesn’t exist.” Sarah looked at Claudia.
“It does. I lied about it being fake. It’s real.” Claudia swallowed painfully.
“We agreed that it wasn’t real. So that means it isn’t real.” Sarah looked in between Claudia and Max.
“Let’s leave the stick men behind, okay?” Max fumbled with his camera.
“Okay,” Sarah and Claudia nodded.
“No one’s going to die.” Sarah took their hands and pulled them along.
They walked for miles before something happened.
“What direction are we walking in?” Sarah asked Max.
“Lemme see...” He pulled out his compass. “We’re still going East.”
“We’ve been here before though,” Sarah looked around, knowing she was right.
“We have been here before...”: Claudia whispered.
Everything went silent, eyes flickered back and forth.
“Help!” They all screamed at once. “Help!” They repeated over and over.
A few people put their hands over their mouths, realizing along with Sarah, Max and Claudia, that they were stuck. Everyone watched their classmates get caught in the maze. Silently everyone wondered who would die first.
“We need to set up camp,” Claudia wiped her eyes, facing the fact that they wouldn’t get out of there that night.
“Okay,” Max nodded, pulling out the tent.
“This isn’t fun anymore.” Sarah shook her head.
“No, really Captain Obvious? Are you having fun? Cause I’m having the best friggin’ time of my life out here, dying in the woods.” Claudia snapped. “This is the way I wanted to die, right? Instead of being at home with Cassidy I’m here in the woods. And if that weren’t enough these woods have a witch who will kill us. And you aren’t having fun? Well sorry. This was never fun.”
Instantly both girls burst into tears, clutching onto each other.
“We can’t give up now you guys,” Max pulled them into a hug, trying to stay strong.
“We’re going to die, Max.” Claudia hiccupped.”I’m so sorry for dragging you guys here. I just wanna go back home and hug Cassidy and not die.”
“Can we just go back?” Sarah cried.
“Not anymore,” Tears ran down Max’s face. “We’re proving this isn’t real.”
“It is real though,” Claudia hugged her tightly.

The screen went black for a few seconds but then became blindingly white from a flashlight.
“Who’s there?!” Sarah screamed into the woods.
“Sarah, they’re not going to answer!” Max tried to get her back.
“Why are you doing this?!” She yelled, throwing stones into the woods.
Nothing was there, at least, no one saw anything. But the sound of cracking twigs and crunching leaves was audible.
“Please come back, Sarah...” Max set the camera down, unintentionally making it face Claudia.
Sarah protested loudly, yet she couldn’t be seen. Claudia sat, rocking back and forth, hyperventilating.
“Get back inside, now.” Max yelled.
“Fine.” Sarah stormed back into the tent.
“Calm Claudia down, I’m locking the zippers.” Max pulled a combination lock out from his backpack.
“It’s okay, Cc...” Sarah wrapped her arms around Claudia. “No one’s dying tonight..”
“What about tomorrow night?” Claudia asked sickly.
Sarah didn’t respond, it wasn’t that she couldn’t, but it was that she didn’t know how.
“No one is dying.” Max looked at them. “Got that?”
Quickly they both nodded.
“Good.” He sighed, laying back.

Suddenly it was morning.
“Day three, four hours in.” Max pulled some stuff together.
“Nothing deadly has happened,” Sarah added.
“Will happen,” Max corrected.
“C’mon you guys,” Claudia sighed. “Let’s roll.”
The three started walking, silently, everyone was thinking.
“It’s always a good time,” Claudia yelled at the top of her lungs.
“What are you doi--” Sarah started.
“Doesn’t matter when!” Claudia continued to yell.
“It’s always a good time then~” Max caught on.
‘Doesn’t matter where!” Claudia screamed, tears streaming down her face.
“It’s always a good time there!” Max screamed.
“What are you guys doing?” Sarah asked.
“Having a good time. Cause it’s always a good time.” Claudia punched the air.
“Are you guys delusional or something?” Sarah asked.
“Only a little,” Max replied.

“Day three, twenty hours in.” The scene had changed to them sitting around the fire.
“We’re like Heisenberg we’re so dope!” Claudia laughed.
“And we’ve resorted to the word ‘Dope’.” Sarah sighed.
“Yup,” Max laughed.
“This is how I get when I’m tired.” Claudia nodded logically.
“C’mon, let’s go to bed.” Max smiled tiredly.
“We’re out for the night.” Sarah followed them into the tent.
“Goodnight,” They all said.

“Claudia?” In the next scene Sarah and Max were screaming, looking for their lost comrade.
An ear piercing scream was heard.
“Where is she?” Sarah cried, looking around.
“I don’t know...” Max whispered, as if it would make it easier to tell where Claudia had disappeared to.
“What...” Sarah bent down. “Oh my god..”
“What?” Max asked.
Sarah held up scraps of Claudia’s shirt, a white baseball tee stained red. She cried, gripping the shirt remains.
“She’s gone,” Sarah attached herself to Max.
“No. She’s coming back.” Max wrapped his arm around Sarah.
“She’s gone, Max.” Sarah shook her head.
“Check her camera, if it’s still there...” Max partially thought and partially stated.
“You’re right!” Sarah’s eyes lit up with hope, but everyone know her hope wasn’t going to be fulfilled.
“C’mon,” Max pulled Sarah back to the tent.
Claudia’s camera had stayed in place, at least they’d be able to see who had gotten her out of the tent. The view changed back to night, set on fast forward. Nothing seemed out of order, but finally Claudia stood up and just walked out.
Sarah threw the camera across the tent, curling up into a ball.
“What?” Max asked.
“She was sleepwalking,” Sarah sighed.
“Seriously?” Max asked, hoping there was a better answer.
“Seriously.” Sarah confirmed.
“We need to keep going. We need to find a way out. Tonight.” Max set the camera down, completely serious.
“Yeah,” Sarah nodded.
“Let’s pack up then,” Max rolled up a sleeping bag.
“What do we do with Claudia’s stuff?” Sarah looked at Max.
“Leave it I guess...” Max shrugged, unsure.
“Okay...” Sarah pulled on her backpack.
“I guess we should go then..” Max looked at the unpacked backpack, accepting that things would be over soon.
“Let’s go.” Sarah took Max’s hand and walked along bravely.
The audience knew they had been walking for hours, even if it had been condensed into only a few minutes. Soon enough the sun had set, letting darkness fall over the woods.
“Should we make camp?” Max finally asked.
“No. We’re gonna keep going.” Sarah painfully swallowed, staying calm.
“Okay...” Max went with it.
“What’s that up there?” Sarah pointed up ahead.
“It’s.... A house...” Max‘s tone was scared. “What was that legend again?”
“A man brought 8 kids to his house in the woods, he’d take two at a time down to his basement. One would stand in the corner and listen to the other’s screams of pain as he killed them...” Sarah gulped.
Suddenly there was a scream-- a scream coming from inside of the house.
“Help!” Unmistakably it was Claudia’s cries.
“Oh my god...” Sarah whispered.
“Claudia?” They both yelled.
“Help!” She screamed again.
Instantly Sarah and Max bolted into the house, the screams got louder.
“Help!” It was coming from upstairs.
Quickly they ran up the broken steps.
“Max...” Sarah cried, realizing Claudia wasn’t upstairs.
“What?” He looked at the walls, covered with bloody hand prints from children.
“Let’s look on the first floor...’ She pulled him with her, down the steps to the room they had first entered.
“Help!” Claudia shrieked again.
“Where is it coming from?” They looked at each other.
“Go that way, and I’ll go this way.” Sarah pointed down the hall and in the kitchen.
“No way we’re splitting up! We’re going to die is that happens!” Max yelled.
“Oh yeah...” Sarah re-thought out her plan. “Then come on.”
Sarah cautiously walked down the hall. The view was switched to Max’s camera, which suddenly thudded to the ground.
“Help!” Claudia screamed.
“What?!” Sarah flipped around, finding that Max had disappeared.
“Help!” Where it was coming from wasn’t apparent.
Finally she decided to go downstairs.The one place she hadn’t looked.
“Max?” Tears were streaming down her face.
Max stood in the corner of the room, facing the wall. Sarah shrieked, her camera hit the ground.

Edited Prediction

        Currently I'm writing a story called 'Pushing Daisies' which involves 17 people from 17 different races. The story follows the Reaper, Rosemary Ace. As the Reaper, Rosemary has to kill the others since the Reaper’s purpose is to collect souls. Eventually I think she'll kill all the others, finding that she's the last one of this group. And then because killing people is horribly twisted, she'll probably end up killing herself. A) Because it's probably a horribly scarring thing (Killing people that is) and B ) I kill most of my characters.

        I’m not really sure what this story is similar to, it was just a random thing that I started writing in the middle of Writing Lab. Rosemary is somewhat similar to Nancy from Weeds I guess. In the first season of Weeds, Nancy is new to this undercover business. Rosemary is similar to her because she’s new to this whole Reaper status, she also isn’t sure what to do all of the time which leads to things she’ll later regret. 

Prediction

        Currently I'm writing a story called 'Pushing Daisies' which involves 17 people from 17 different races. The story follows the Reaper, Rosemary Ace. As the Reaper, Rosemary has to kill the others since the Reapers purpose is to collect souls.Eventually I think she'll kill all the others , finding that she's the last one of this group. And then because killing people is horribly twisted, she'll end up killing herself. A) Because it's probably a horribly scarring thing and B ) I kill most of my characters.

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Dies Irae

Name: Mercy

 There are a lot of things you could know about me. Most of those things are irrelevant, and yet your simple mind really can’t differentiate in between what to believe and what not to believe. So I guess I’ll just have to do it for you. 
My name is Mercy, yet it is ironic because mercy is the last thing I’ll give. I was given as a baby to a circus in Russia, more so picked up by a circus in Russia. So yes, I have an accent; no,  I am not “normal”. But this is something you will get used to. Now though, fourteen years later some person adopted me and took me to America.
Oh what a joy.
Supposedly I’m in 9th grade. Whatever that means. Now this person who adopted me should really know that I have zero effort for school.
“Just great,” I walked up to the school that had been picked out for me.
By force.
“Let’s see how this goes,” My accent decided to stand out across the frozen air.
I had no idea what to expect. This place was huge, but somehow I knew where everything was. Even if it was my first time here. My first time in a school to be exact.
“Hi!” A girl came up to me.
“Hello,” My accent freaked her out.
“I’m sorry, wrong person,” She quickly diverted away, even though I knew she had been meaning to talk to me.
“Russian freak much?” Some boys laughed, ramming me against lockers, making sure to crush me somewhat.
Although I could’ve handled the ramming, the comment wasn’t appreciated. I loved being Russian. And yes, I looked different. But what’s wrong with that?
“Oh great, another troublemaker..” Three teachers walked by, loudly whispering this comment.
I instantly knew it was about me.
I can tell these things.
“Ew, goth much?” Some girl commented, looking me over.
“Prissy much?” I mimicked.
“Meanie!” She yelled like a five year old.
“What’s that, Freak?” Some kid came up behind me, poking at the scar I hid with my hair.
“I have a name.” I put my hand on the back of my neck, hiding the ‘F’ that had been branded onto me.
“Is it Freak?” A couple other people ganged up around me.
“It’s Mercy..” I mumbled, feeling like an animal in a zoo. Which I guess I should be used to.
They looked at each other, unsure of what I said.
“That’s a weird name.” A girl shrugged. “Freak fits you better.”
“Stop bullying them,” A teacher pulled me away from the group.
“But I wasn’t--” I protested.
“She was so bullying us,” A couple of them said.
“What’s your name?” The teacher snapped.
“It’s Tia,” The same girl informed her.
“That’s not my--” I tried to get through.
“Enough of this.” The teacher grunted.
Now I realized this teacher was one of the three who thought I was a troublemaker.
“If I hear you bullied anyone else, you’re going to the principle.” She looked at me seriously.
“Okay..” I didn’t protest anymore.
She let me go and walked away.
“Haha, Freak.” One of the taller boys grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me at the lockers.
This time I hit my head. As I held my hand to where I hit my head I sunk to the floor.
“Aw, someone give up on the hazing already?” A few of them taunted.
I tried to breathe deeply. For the entire summer I had been in anger management for this reason.
“She’s not moving,” One of them whispered.
“Some one's feelings are hurt,” One of them laughed sickly, kicking me.
Quickly I realized that I had started crying, my side stinging from where they had kicked me.
“What’s that on the ground?” Another one asked, fright in his voice.
Something else about me, no, I am not normal. One reason is that when I cry, I cry blood. So yes, a red, metallic liquid that tasted like rust ran down my cheeks.
“Is that blood?” The kid who had kicked me asked.
A heavy silence spread for a few seconds. Now I couldn’t contain it though; no one else was in the hallway but us. Slowly and calmly I rose, my head down.
“What’s..” One of them asked.
In one quick move I held him by his neck, everyone else froze. Only a little I rose my head, just enough so they all could see my eyes. With my free hand I snapped, their eyes turned glazed, frozen.
“Checkmate.” I smirked as I bit down into the first one’s neck.
And reason number two I’m not normal? I’m a vampire.

Hola

Hey y'all
So
Since I really haven't done much on here lately
I'm gonna post a NEW story today!
BE EXCITED

Apologizes

Sorry that I haven't really been uploading anything new
Lately I'm trying my hardest not to get depressed because I have some new great things going on I just don't....
I don't know, I'm not really sure what to do anymore..
But whenever I get depressed I usually starting ticking off my characters one by one till I have none...
So I might not be posting anything with the staple stories I have going on because I don't want to kill them yet..
I promise I'll be better soon

Predictions

Troy walked out of Mr. Mason's room, he had become zombie like. He would never be the same again. It was wrong to think but it almost seems like he deserved it, after all Molly had given him so many warnings and reasons not to go. But this is the sorta thing that happens when you don't listen to your friends-- well, not this exactly. Something like it at least. It's a harsh cruel reality, yet he should've seen it coming. 

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Okay, that was my prediction of what happens at the end of the 3:15 story 'Mr. Mason's Jars'. I personally like their ending. It's just better because what's better than stealing children's souls?

Insanity

Maple Valley, Washington
The static of a record was the only thing that could be heard. A boy was trembling, holding onto the wall in the pitch black room. Part of him wanted to move forward, to see what was in front of him. But the other part of him knew better. His breathing was heavy, his heart was pounding. How he had gotten here was a mystery. Slowly his hand let go of the wall, shakily he felt the gash on his stomach. It had been at least an hour since he had received that wound, yet it was still spilling blood.
For a moment he thought it was just his head, that he had gotten used to the record’s static. Yet he knew that that’s not what happened. Someone had stopped the record. Someone was in there with him. Carefully he sank to the floor, shaking even more. In an instant the room became frigid. The metallic smell of his blood made him dizzy. Suddenly a strobe light started flashing.
While the light was on he could see a maze, at least three feet tall. A person was standing at the other end of the maze. When it flashed again they had moved. Every time the light flashed they would move. He started panicking as he quickly got up. A crippling pain shot through his stomach as he stumbled through the maze, hitting dead ends and running into walls. His heart was racing as he tripped over his feet.
Something had been put on the floor, whatever it was was making it even more difficult to walk and whatever it was had gotten into his wound. He laid down on his side, unable to get up. His throat was dry as he gasped for air. What’s going on? Nothing was making sense. The lights flashed again and for a moment he thought he was imagining, but in this place there was no imagining. A black figure stood over him, and through all the darkness he could see a sick smirk.
The boy bolts up right, no longer in this dark fantasy land he had dreamed. He finds himself in his cell, arms tied up in a straight jacket. Rain poured outside of his window but he didn’t care. Today, the 13 of April, is this young man’s birthday. He has received presents from his father and best friends. Yet he won’t be given them. All he really wants is his nightmares to stop.
He looks at the window, his reflection partially looking back at him. He sees black hair and blue eyes, but he doesn’t know how to feel about it anymore.
What will the name of this young man be?


Rainbow Falls, North Carolina
A girl looks out her window, rain poured outside. She could hear her mom fighting herself downstairs. Part of her wondered if her friend had received the gift she sent him, the other part of her wondered how long her black eye would last. Her mother had a drinking problem, something she’d never admit though. And as long as she could remember her mother had been like this. She had never met her father so she had no idea if he had done anything.
Glass shattered and she knew her mother was getting upset. For a moment she thought about leaving. Not for long, only a few hours to go visit her friend. It can’t be fun to have a birthday while in a mental hospital. But then she thought about leaving for a longer time, so long that she wouldn’t come back. She couldn’t do that to her mother though, no matter what. Even if this is how her entire life has been, she couldn’t be that heartless, her mother needs her.
The girl put her hand on the cold glass of her bedroom window, wondering about her other friends. What’s the weather like in Houston? She thought, debating on pestering one of her friends that lived in Texas. Lightning cracked in the sky, the rain could be heard hitting the ground even if she was on the second floor. She missed her friends as she wrapped her arms around herself like they were right there hugging her.
But at this time she couldn’t see them. Not in the state of disaster she was in now. Knitting needles and yarn were strewn across her floor. Her latest project, a bunny had been recently shipped to her friend. It was his birthday after all. But she knew they wouldn’t give it to him. The bunny would only remind him of Con-Air and his past. Something he had forgotten. But she wanted him to remember his past. She wanted him to remember her.
It was a selfish wish and she knew it. But ever since he had been admitted he had forgotten his love for Nic Cage and John Cusack. Nothing was ever going to be quite the same. She personally felt horrible for his dad, someone he had started to feel a great level of resentment. In the back of her mind she replayed the memory of him looking at his dad, stating ‘Why’re you here?’.
But she stopped herself, remembering it wouldn’t do anything. She thought about starting another project, soon enough she’d need to ship a present to one of her friends that lived on an island. This made it almost impossible to keep up with what she liked. Yet that’s what happens when you befriend people online. That’s what happens when you befriend people who can’t see your scars. Her computer beeped as someone pestered her, but she didn’t care.
From where she was she could see that it was just one of those kids who liked to bother her. She ignored it, not wanting to talk to them. The mirror across from her reflected how she felt; cold, lonely, forgotten. She seemed to care more about her friends than they did about her, but she knew that wasn’t true. No matter how ‘Cool’ they felt, it was obvious they were really appreciative of how open she was willing to be. They always implied it.
What will the name of this young lady be?


Houston, Texas
A boy sits on the roof of his apartment building. A red sky looked down at him as he plays with an unopened bottle of apple juice. He could hear his bro’s sick beats from up there, he sighed because all in all he just wanted to get away from his bro. Without thinking he pulls his aviator shades off and looks at his reflection. His pale complexion, bleached hair and red eyes stared at him. He felt disgusted with himself.
For some reason being albino make him sick to his stomach. He shook his head and slipped the glasses back on, hiding his main source of disappointment. A crow screeched at him and flew away, deciding he wasn’t that entertaining after all.
“Shut up.” He sighed, not really wanting to fight.
He missed his best friends. Just recently he had gotten the bunny from Con Air and had shipped it to one of his best friends that was in a mental hospital or something. Thinking about it made him sad, he pulled his knees up to his chest, dropping the throwing stars he had been carrying. He had never known his parents, he had been raised by his bro. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to meet them.
In an instant he heard his bro behind him, quickly he jumped up and absconded to his room. Normally the jump from a roof to a window three stories down would scare someone. But not him. He was used to it by now. His bro had wanted to strife, mostly because bro thought that he wouldn’t see it coming. Yet bro had been doing that for years now so he had gotten used to it.
His computer buzzed with a pester, he rushed over only to find it was one of those pesky idiots who tried to be cool like him. It was even the worst one who thought he was so much better. But they both knew each other’s true ranks. Being the ‘Cool kid’ wasn’t always as easy as it seemed. No matter how many sick beats or smuppets there were it was still a hard job to fill.
He sat on his bed and sighed. He never thought he’d miss his friends so much. Something peeked out from under his bed, the familiar package brought back memories. Without hesitation he ran and threw it out the window. There.
He’d never have to see it again.
But it would still be burned in his memory, forever and ever. No matter what it would be there. That wasn’t something he could just throw out the window.
What will the name of this young man be?


Pacific Island
A dog whimpers by a girl’s bed as she plays with her stuffed octopi. The dog was her only companion on this island, well she did have her grandfather’s stuffed corpse. No matter how much she talked to him he would never respond, it was hard. She debated talking with CG, one of the kids who liked to bother her friends. But he’d probably just call her names and be rude. Whatever...
Her dog jumped onto her bed, Grandpa had given her her dog so she wouldn’t get lonely. So she’d have someone to protect her. She always felt alone though. A thought crossed her mind; Did her friend receive his birthday gift? She had to ship it to him a long time ago since she was so far away from him. And he wasn’t aloud to use the computer so she couldn’t pester him.
She missed talking to him. His lame jokes and his love of Con Air had always brought a smile to her face, yet now that wasn’t an option. She looked at her robot, waiting for her to fall asleep. At random times she’d fall asleep, it was a bad habit. But ever since he had been admitted to the hospital she spent most of her time fighting insomnia. Her dog curled up next to her, beckoning her to try to sleep again.
No matter how inviting it seemed it was useless. Her childish room decor made her angry and for the thousandth time she debated on throwing it out the window so it could meet its fatal destiny. But that would be useless too. Her normal peppy attitude had been missing for a while now. She wondered how ‘Ironic’ her cool kid’s life was. Just for a second she didn’t feel as lonely.
But that loneliness was a reoccurring thing, it would never go away. If she ever met her friends she’d want them to know how important they were to her. But the chance of meeting them was just as slim as getting away from the island. She looked out her window, the sky was a normal blue. And usually that would make her want to go catch frogs, but she wasn’t in the mood.
For a moment she debated on practicing shooting, it had been a while. And it wasn’t like her to neglect her guns for such a long time.
What will the name of this young lady be?

Oops...

Sorry that I missed Random Facts Tuesdays
I've been slightly occupied lately so if I keep missing some of these then I really do apologize.......
But just so I don't forget,
Today's person is Yana Toboso (I couldn't find a good picture...)
She wrote Black Butler and she's awesome.
So yes.

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Hey people
I've got another blog that's for things that get a little weirder and personal:
http://polariodmybakugan.blogspot.com/

TV/Movie Mondays

Movie: Scott Pilgrim

It's too good for words.

Rage

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Anime People Fridays

Name: Liz Thompson

My Soul Eater character.

I don't need reasons to like them.

There's no 'I' in 'Team'

Let me blunt.
8th grade sucks.
And I think we all have a slight hatred for it. Yet there are things we could do to make it less horrid. But we choose not to do those things. And they’re quite simple actually.
If there wasn’t our materialistic “popularity” scale that ranked us with who has the clothes from American Eagle and an iPhone 5, things would be easier. We wouldn’t have to worry about staying on top of the game and pushing others down. I’m human, I’m bone flesh and blood too. So why are you “popular” and I’m getting called “emo”? We’re fighting this together; whether we choose to fight as a team, or solo is our choice to make.
As someone who’s experienced a lot of  bullying, it makes me really question the maturity level of our generation. Bullying has gotten me into many bad habits, and yet I know the best thing for us to do is to come together as one. Now I won’t plead as an innocent bystander. I’ve made fun of people, but it’s not like I’m proud of it and use it as something to climb the social ladder. It’s an occasional diss that I thought in my head, not aloud.
And I understand if it’s “cool” that your dad was a weatherman, but that’s his achievement. Not yours. Not something you can lord over people. And yes, you play sports. So? Does that make any difference in how I should treat you? We’re all equal, even if our interests are different. “So what? You’re another person, so of course you look different. What do I have to be ashamed for?” - Ciel Phantomhive.
Maybe it’s just me, but we shouldn’t be trying to hurt each other. Hopefully we’ll realize it sooner than later. By the time we’re in high school we should be able to realize this. And if we can’t realize this, and we can’t move past opinions, then that’s really quite sad. We all should be friends, not enemies.

Character Analysis

      For this assignment I decided to do a character that I’ve created, Frey Rocky from my story Metal Wasteland. In the beginning of the story we see how harsh Frey is as he yells about his missing work partner, instead of caring where she disappeared to. Although we do see how he weakens when his past is brought up, which is a very similar past to what his partner is going through.
      When his work partner is found, he screams at her and puts her down. He pushed her to the point where she snapped and the tables turned. He thought about what she was going through, and how him being a jerk wasn’t helping. Then he starts being softer, more caring. He changes from being an accusing person to a calm caring person.
I found that Frey is really similar to Claudia Donovan from Warehouse 13 created by Jane Espenson and D. Brent Mote. In the 4th episode of Warehouse 13 we see how angry and upset Claudia is from losing her brother. Just how we see Frey angry and upset when his work partner is gone. Claudia becomes calmer when her brother is brought back, Frey becomes calmer when his partner returns.
Frey also has an uncanny and undescribed relationship with his brother. When his brother’s girlfriend dies he has to try to keep him happy, something Frey doesn’t really know how to do. We get to see Frey soften even more as he helps his brother get through it.  He learns that he needs to listen to other people’s problems if he wants them to listen to his.

Kawaii Thursdays

Again, probably not Kawaii

But I can't stop looking at this

Important People Wednesdays

Name: John Egbert

Homestuck.

Random Facts Tuesdays

Alright
Wellllllllllllllllllllllll
Since these are so you guys can get to know me better
I'll do another one about myself
I have a band
1958
So far we've (Myself and my best dude friend) written...
Four songs....?
1. I Hope You'll Think Of Me
2. You 
3. Control Freak
4. Track 01

'You' is in Russian
So that's why it's in blue
Um
Yeah
And yes
I speak Russian
TWO RANDOM FACTS FOR YOUR BRAINS

TV/Movie Mondays

Show: Black Butler

That was my first anime ever

I love it

Favorite episode? 'His Butler, Performer'

Why?

One word:

Hamlet.

I Love You Jake English

Now this apparently describes me

And at first I didn't really get it

But now

I really get why it describes me

Causes it's like

If you know what happens with Jake 

And how he like

Loses it

That's kinda what's happened with me

But I'm not evil

Just

Not what I used to be

And this has really made me love Jake

Cause Jake and I are really similar

Somethings

Okay
I'm done with Long Live for now
I'm keeping it on here
But I really won't be updating it for a while
._.

If I Get Out Of Here Alive

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        Nine years. That's how long I've been in this straight jacket. Overall I've been here for ten years, but it was only nine years ago that they put me in this straight jacket. And I wish I could say that my first year here went well. But my first year here is the reason I'm wrapped up. This was almost over-- almost. Today is supposedly my last day here.
        I didn't do anything wrong. He, did something wrong. He, is the reason I'm here in the first place. Yet ten years later I knew He was still out there, still going to get me. I can picture the first few months here perfectly. When I thought he couldn't get me. Not in there. Not when I was released. But I realized that he could get me anywhere.
        Four months had passed and I was okay, there weren't many problems. Just a few panic attacks and such, seeing your parents get murdered isn't something a six year old wants to see. And at first I just missed them, which caused excessive crying. I can still picture what happened, how my parents had told me to hide. How he had found me.
        How I got to the asylum in the first place is a mystery to me though. Besides that my brother had been visiting me ever since I had been put in. Now something you might be wondering about, something that you should be wondering about. How did I get the straight jacket?
        This story gets interesting. And after four months of what could be called peace here in the asylum, He came. The man who killed my parents came. Claiming to be my oldest brother. He had taunted me, telling me that when I got out he'd kill me too. And right before He left, He said "I'm watching you". Which ended in me drawing thousands of eyes, pinning them to my walls, and writing "I'm watching you" in red block letters.
        Which lead to scratching, something I didn't mean to do. Not on purpose. Not to hurt myself. But knowing that he was inside my head. Knowing that he was watching me. I had scratched my arms to the point of scars. Thus being the reason I had been put in the straight jacket. This also lead to them thinking I had some self loathing issues. Which I don't.
        But it's hard to get them to believe anything you say when you're a patient in an asylum. Somehow this place used to be some sort of reassurance but I should've known that it would end in more calamity. And when I realized that he had complete access to me in this hell, I stopped talking. Refusing to give my voice a chance.
"C'mon, it's time to go," A short brown haired woman came in.
        I ignored her and stayed on the floor, not willing to move.
"We can do this the hard way too," She sighed.
        She picked me up, stronger than she looked. Carefully she sat me up on the bed and started unlatching the chains and binds that held me in this torture device.
"You're brother is waiting for you," She started. "Your real brother."
        She had been the only one who believed that when He came and claimed to be my brother, that he wasn't my brother.
"Now honey, I know it's hard, but you'll get used to it again. And he isn't going to find you. Your brother is sure of that." She reassured me.
        Slowly I nodded, she helped me up and walked me out of the white-walled cell I had been in.
"She's been one of the better patients," A man in a white lab coat told my brother.
        Even if it had been years since I talked, he gave me hope.
"Owen..?" My voice was small, delicate.
"Paige?" He looked at me, surprised.
"Owen.." I ran to him, hugging him tightly.
"That's the first time she's talked in nine years," The nurse said.
"I missed you, Paige." He smiled, hugging me tightly.
"I missed you too," I laughed, something so unfamiliar to me.
"I promise he won't get you," Owen looked at me seriously, tears welling in his eyes.
"But he will..." I started crying, holding onto his hands tightly.
"Not if I can protect you," He bent down to my height.
"He'll still get me," I hiccuped, tears running down my cheeks.
"You're going to be okay, we're going to be safe at Nirvana's house," He wiped my cheek.
"Okay.." I sighed shakily, trying to stay calm.
"Be safe, Paige." The nurse rubbed my shoulder and smiled nicely.
        I nodded, breathing heavily, trying to stay calm.
"Thank you," Owen said to the nurse and took my hand.
"I don't want to see either of here again, okay?" She told us, being protective like a mother.
"Okay," Owen smiled slightly at her, crying from being happy.
        He laced his fingers through mine and walked, pulling me down the blank halls.
"We're going to be safe..." He kept whispering, walking cautiously.
        Owen had been in Europe when our parents were killed. When he came back he was confused and unsure, since I was recently admitted to the asylum we weren't allowed to see each other for very long. Especially with my panic attacks.
"What if he kills me?" I calmly thought aloud.
"Don't talk like that, Paige." He looked at me, deadly serious.
"But he could!" I protested, rising my panic level.
"No. I won't let him." His eyes flickered in between mine, looking for some sign that I understood.
"But he could kill you then kill me..." I whispered, scared at the idea.
"Now you're just giving him ideas." His eyes welled up with water.
"I'm sorry.." I whispered, not wanting to see him cry, not wanting to let Him see Owen cry.
        Owen shook his head and regained his calm attitude.
"C'mon," Quickly he pulled me out of the hospital to the red pickup that was always parked in Nirvana's driveway.
         As he looked around I climbed into the passenger side, not used to this environment I was in now. Owen fumbled into the car, very nervous, very shaky.
"I'll be fine." I put my still hand on his shaking one.

Anime Person Friday

Name: Beast

That's my Black Butler character. I love that she's in the Noah's Ark Circus and such. I loved her.

Oh yeah

Okay

I talk to myself

But really

I'm talking to my brain

Who's named Brian

Yup

My brain

Is a boy

THINK ABOUT THAT ONE BRIAN.

(We got in an argument)

Metal Wasteland

Roxie's P.O.V.

"Roxie!!!" Onyx cried.

"What is it?" I walked out of the lab, pushing my goggles up.

"Um.." She looked at Frey and the Mayor. Two people I weren't expecting.

        I stood there for a minute, slightly shocked.

"What can I do for you Sir?" I finally choked out.

"Frey has informed me about your current situation," He said firmly.

"You told him what?!" I looked at Frey, knowing what would happen.
"Hold on, hold on, don't blame Frey for anything. I want to talk to you later, but before that, I want you and Onyx to come live with me in the City." He said confidentially, like he had practiced it many times before.
"So.. So we're not going to get in trouble for living in the Wastelands?" My jaw shook as I asked.
"No. I just want you and your sister safe." He sighed, "You're going to change from Crusade to Trae."
"But I um, that's my dad's last name..." I rubbed the back of my head.
"Your father's reckless actions got your mother killed." His eyes widened, getting upset.
"Wait.. Hold on.. You're.. Oh my god.." I crossed my arms.
"I'll explain it in full later, I just want you two safe right now." He sighed.
"Okay.." I ran my hand through my hair, slightly frustrated.
"What's going on?" It wasn't clicking for Onyx. 

"I'll explain it later, okay?" I took her hand.
"Okay," She nodded.
         Omega had some jealous glare going on. Frey laughed a little when he saw this.
"Shut up." She looked at him, giving him a death look.
"Um, Sir, would you like something to--"
"No. I want to take them home." He walked over to Onyx and I.
"Okay, well, I hope you rethink the project.." Frey rubbed his arm.
"Wait, you cancelled the project!?!?" I stepped back, even more angry.
"Don't worry about that right now, Roxie. You're going to be safe for now."

Novemberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

No specific story this month
Hopefully I'll finish Metal Wasteland and Long Live though

Kawaii Thursdays

It's probably not really qualified as Kawaii

But it's cute