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  1. __Lost__ __Lost__
    posted a quote
    April 26, 2010 3:50am UTC
    The vision-8
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    "It’s like…a vision. Or putting on funny glasses. It just kind of flickers in and out, every now and then. I never really know when. And it shows me…people. And what they feel. And their-"
    "Power centres."
    "Am I a freak?" He sits back.
    "No! Of course not."
    "Oh." I look at the sheet. I wanted to curl up, or at least sit up but my shoulder prevented me. I felt vulnerable in this position. I sniff once.
    "I think you should attend this college." I look up again, startled.
    "What? Why?" I ask.
    "Because you are gifted and you should learn to control your power."
    "I feel stuff too."
    "I beg your pardon?"
    "I mean…I feel things. Like…I get this thing telling me to pack an umbrella, so I do, and it rains. Stuff like that, it’s kinda hard to explain…"I wish I had kept my mouth shut.
    "I understand. What happened after the party?" He changed my line of thought.
    "I woke up in a car and told them to let me go. Like, they had kidnapped me? And the guy shoved me and I fell into the door and knocked myself out. He didn’t mean to."
    "Why are you standing up for them." I look up and Luken was seething, suddenly angry.
    "I- I don’t know, I just, I…" I force myself to snap my mouth shut. This was the first man I had ever met that made me stammer this way. Maybe it was just the painkillers.
    "That guy shot you. You almost died." The word died chilled me to the bone. I had never as much as broken a bone before these last few days, or knocked myself out. I force back unwanted tears.
    "And then you came along. My hero." I let a small smile loose.
    "They marked you."
    "They…what?"
    "Marked you. On the back of your neck." I touch the back of my neck but couldn’t feel anything, except it hurt when I touch it.
    "What are you taking about? What’s a mark?" He just looks at me.
    "It’s like a tattoo. They give it to you when you enter their property. So they know you have permission to be there. Do you not remember receiving it?" I totally panicked.
    "I was unconscious, I woke up inside and I-" I gulp. Luken doesn’t say anything.
    "Sorry. This is happening kind of fast for me." I say after a minute.
    "I understand." He says again.
    "Who are they?" That didn’t sound right but Luken understood.
    "They are the Killawalans. They are…our enemies."
    "Who’s our?" I ask.
    "The Killawalans practice dark magic."
    "Yeah, I know." He narrows his eyes.
    "And you don’t?" I ask him. He shakes his head.
    "No."
    "Right." I nod.
    "I dropped out of school." I blurt out.
    "Your parents didn’t mind." I laugh once.
    "No…I’m an orphan."
    "I’m sorry." I shrug.
    "It doesn’t seem that bad because I have never known anything else. It just is…you adapt." I shrug again. The silence stretches out. My shoulder burns.
    "Why did you say ‘come to me’?" I ask after a few more moments.
    "I beg your pardon?"
    "In the forest. You said ‘come to me’." He looks at me, then looks me up and down once. I blush.
    "So I could transport you."
    "You-what?"
    "I can teleport."
    "So that how we ended up landing on a table?"
    "Yes, sorry. I didn’t have much time to focus."
    "I imagine not. Why did you want to teleport me?"
    "I don’t understand."
    "I mean. I was marked and one of those evil guys and why did you bring me here?" He sits back in his chair, taken back.
    "Don’t you want to be here?"
    "Well, I didn’t want to be there." I counter. He mumbles something.
    "But how did you know?" I continue. He looks into my eyes again, and again the feeling there was intense. He searched them. I don’t know what he was looking for or what he found but a moment later he spoke softly.
    "I don’t know." He whispered. The silence continued until he suddenly stands up.
    "Sleep. I hope your shoulder gets better." He starts to leave.
    "Wait!" I say as he reaches the curtain. He pauses.
    "I want to start…school here?" He turns back to look at me and searches my eyes again.
    "But I don’t have much money." I continue into the silence.
    "It’s free. Everything is supplied." Oh. That’s odd.
    "I will talk with your teachers tomorrow. You can start classes when you are ready." And with that he leaves. I sit back, my head in total a wreck as thoughts floated around through the fog. I was confused. What had I just done? I look at the closed curtain that he had just walked out of and came up with two words for our encounter.
    Intense. Awkward.

  2. __Lost__ __Lost__
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    April 26, 2010 3:40am UTC
    The vision-7
    [Is anyone even reading my story? Sorry I didn't put anything up for awhile I forgot my password.]
    I wake up slower this time, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. It was night time, I think, and late by the looks of it. The curtain was still around me but there was no light coming over the top. There was a small lamp on my bedside table, it glowed softly. And there was Luken, sitting on a wooden chair, leaning over and looking at his hands.
    "Luken." I say, he looks up.
    "Bree." He sounded, serious, I got the feeling this man didn’t party much.
    "Where am I?" He takes a deep breath.
    "That’s what I came to talk to you about. I need to tell you some things. And ask you some questions." He waits, looking into my eyes as if expecting an answer.
    "Shoot." I say after a moment, lying my head back on the pillow, causing myself to wince at the pain in my shoulder, then trying to hide the wince. I look at him and he starts.
    "You are at Bermington college. It is a school for the…blessed. I teach here." He stops again.
    "What were you doing in that forest?" I ask quietly.
    "Spying."
    "On me?"
    "Yes, and the people you were with." He looks up to meet my eyes but I look down at my lap.
    "Oh."
    "How do you know them?"
    "You mean Adrian and Paul? I met them at a party." I half-lie. I look up, he was staring at me seriously.
    "They were the ones that knocked you unconscious?"
    "Well…yes." I say quietly.
    "Tell me about it."
    "It’s a long boring story, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about it."
    "If I didn’t I wouldn’t have asked." I shift uncomfortably again.
    "Well I was at this party, kind of a ball thing, and they showed up. I saw Adrian and I freaked and ran but then the other guy, Paul. Just held his hand out and I was knocked unconscious."
    "Why did you run?"
    "What?" I look up at him.
    "Why did you run from Adrian. Had you met him before?"
    "I-no. He…he was blue." I say softly. Luken just keeps staring at me.
    "I had never seen a blue person before."
    "Blue?"
    "Yeah. Not like his skin blue just…you have no idea what I am talking about do you?"
    "You saw his power centre." Luken states simply.
    "Yeah." I was surprised, he did know what I was talking about.
    "How?"
    "I-what?" I ask, confused.
    "How did you see his power centre?"
    "I looked at him." Lukens frown deepened.
    "I don’t understand." This sounded rare for him.
    "It’s my…power. Gift. Blessing. Whatever."
    "You see power centres?" He asks me. I nod.
    "What colour is mine." I break the intense eye contact and play with a loose thread in my sheet.
    "I don’t know." I mumble. There was a few moments pause.
    "I don’t believe you." I jerk my head up.
    "What?"
    "I don’t believe you."
    "Why not?" I was surprised, hurt even. He doesn’t reply.
    "I…" I try to think of how to explain this.
    "Control your power and tell me what colour my power centre is. Then I will believe you."
    "I don’t really control it, it kinda controls me."
    "I don’t understand."
    "That happen a lot?" He doesn’t smile. I look at the sheet again. This was an awkward conversation.

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    April 26, 2010 3:36am UTC
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    April 15, 2010 11:23am UTC
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    April 15, 2010 11:21am UTC
    The vision-6
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    I awake with the feeling that I had been asleep for a very long time and when the memories of the past days come back I sit up with a sudden start.
    "Oh! Oh crap. Ow." I say, clutching my now burning shoulder. Should have stayed lying down.
    With my other hand I clutch the sheet to my chin, realizing I was only wearing a bra and underpants.
    "Whoa, you scared the-"
    "Lay down honey, lay down." Firm hands push me back onto the white bed I was under. Ok, so jerking up like that had not been a good idea, nor a very heroic way to wake up. I open my eyes again and nervously scan the room, but all I could see was a blue plastic curtain looking thing that I couldn’t place. Then it struck me, hospital. These were like those privacy curtain things at the hospital. I was in a hospital bed too, and there was a lady dressed in white next to me. She was the one who had pushed me back into bed. There was also a teenage boy next to me dressed in what seemed to be a school uniform. I had never seen either of them before.
    "Who are you?" I gasp, still clutching my bandaged shoulder.
    "Why, I am miss Peat, the school nurse."
    "School?" I ask, confused. Memories of what looked like a classroom and me lying amongst broken wood came back to me, which only confused me further.
    "Yes, dear."
    "How did I get here?" The lady looks uncertain.
    "Maybe I should-" She stopped talking when the curtains were suddenly pulled back and a man dressed in black steps in.
    "I know you." I tell him, as he closes the curtain behind him.
    "Do you now?" He asks, approaching the bed, looking serious. He was the man from the forest. I shiver, I would never admit it, but I felt scared and insecure.
    "How long has she been awake for?" He asks the nurse.
    "About ten seconds." He raises his eye brows questioningly. The teenage boy puts down a needle and leaves without a word.
    "I know, she was a little slow." The nurse leans over my with a small light and checks my pupils.
    "Tell me dear, have you had any head injuries recently? Been knocked unconscious at all?"
    "Recently?" I ask.
    "In the last few days." She says, scribbling something down on her chart. I close my eyes, trying to think straight. I was surprised at the challenge.
    "Twice…no, three times." I open my eyes, frowning. She looks mildly shocked.
    "Three times?" I gulp and nod. My shoulder burned.
    "How old are you dear?"
    "Sixteen." I say quietly.
    "Who knocked you unconscious, dear?" She looked about forty, that explained the use of ’dear’ so much.
    "Um…" My eyes dart to the man in black, who was watching my steadily. He made me nervous so I looked back at my blankets.
    "I…um…don’t know." I mumble. The nurse and the mystery man exchange a communicating look which I ignore. I rub my forehead with the heel of my palm, trying to clear some of the fog that clouded my thoughts.
    "What is your name, girl?" Barks the man in black.
    "Oh, um…B-Bree?" I say hesitantly, It almost sounded like a question. He nods once.
    "What’s your name?" I ask quietly, his head whips around so fast I cringe back, wondering dimly if I was in trouble. He pauses for a few long moments.
    "Luken, Luken Brax." He says slowly. I pause.
    "It suits you." I say quietly.
    "Do you need some painkillers honey?" I break the eye contact between me and Luken and turn to the nurse.
    "Uh…yeah?" She pushes a needle into my arm and I turn to look back at Luken but all I see was an open curtain.
    "I’m really tired…"I mumble, the nurse chuckles.
    "Sleep." I barely heard her.

  6. __Lost__ __Lost__
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    April 14, 2010 5:28am UTC
    The vision-54 [kidding it's only number 5]
    [Feedback? Short sorry.]
    I was right on the edge of reality and unconsciousness, sitting on the fence. But I was definitely leaning towards unconsciousness when my body had other ideas. The pain increased significantly and as a result I was jerked back into reality and all my senses worked double time.
    I was somehow lying on top of the mystery man, and was bleeding all over him. We had crashed down on what seemed to be a wooden table, both facing upwards. He still had his arms rightly around my mid section but as I landed on him the jolt had caused the arrow to sink deeper into my flesh and the pain was incredible, I had felt nothing like it before. I wanted to scream in pain but I could barely move. I felt dizzy, like I had been spinning in circles for a few spins too long. Just as I was wondering where we were (and how the hell we got here) screams erupted around me. There was footsteps and yelling all around. The mystery man grunts and pushes me off of him. I roll onto my face, too much in pain to do anything but remain limp. I thought dimly that I was getting blood on my outfit, then remembered I was still wearing the purple gown form (could it really be only?) last night, and found I didn’t care.
    There were more gasps from around us.
    "What happened?"
    "No time. She needs help." Says the smooth current voice.
    "Are we too late?" There was a snarling noise.
    "No! The arrow is poisoned. I have to take it out."
    "No! She will-" An awful pain ripped through me, hotter than fire, colder than ice. I no longer thought that the pain I had felt moments ago was bad. This was so intense I was surprised that I didn’t scream. My whole world was dislodged, I didn’t know which way was up and which was down. I had a falling sensation, but couldn’t feel my body moving. There was no way that anything could save me from falling off the fence, and into unconsciousness this time. And boy did I fall hard.

  7. __Lost__ __Lost__
    posted a quote
    April 11, 2010 11:26am UTC
    The vision-4
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    We keep walking in silence, venturing deeper into the forest. The trees overhead keep us mostly in shadow from the daylight, but it lit up the leaves to make a lovely green glow over us. Again I thought, how could anything go wrong on a day like this? The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I was panicking out of my brain. The silence continues, we had been walking for probably fifteen minutes now. We had stepped over fallen logs and trees. I wonder how they knew where they were going. I was desperately trying to think of a plan, but came up with nothing spectacular. Eventually the stress levels rose until I blurted out.
    "I gotta pee." They both turn to me in surprise, I realize there was one on either side of me. Almost like an escort. I blush.
    "Ok." Adrian says, not really answering an unspoken question.
    "Um, so, wait here?" He nods and Paul sits down on a tree stump, resting his feet. I wander off to my left a fair distance, as there was little scrub. That’s when I saw him.
    Actually I almost missed him, he just caught the corner of my eye, he was crouching beside a tree. I involuntarily gasp. Swirling around to face him. We were only twenty metres from the other two men, I wonder if they heard me. The man motions for me to be quiet and slowly rises from his crouch. I stay perfectly still, watching him.
    "Bree? What’s wrong? I heard something." It was Adrian, close, maybe ten metres. I jump.
    "I am hear to help you." I turn back to the man. His voice was deep and smooth. Only now do I really look at him.
    He was wearing an all black, robe looking thing. He had brown, messy hair, a strong jaw and a killer of a body. Literally. He must to Thai Kwon do or something. Serious muscle going on. Over all he looked hot but not trustworthy.
    "Step away from him Bree. He’s dangerous." It was a familiar buzzing in my brain that caused my mind to finally kick into action. Adrian was directly behind me, I was between him and the mystery man. The mystery mans eyes flick to him then quickly back to me.
    "Come to me." He says clearly.
    "He is here to hurt you, Bree. Come to me."
    "I won’t hurt you." Adrian was lying, the mystery man was telling the truth. But it could be a kind of play on words or something, I still didn’t trust him.
    "Bree. Get out of the way."
    "Come to me." Says the man again. I didn’t move, either way.
    "Bree get out of the way, I don’t want to hurt you." Lie.
    "Come to me."
    The moment hung in the air, waiting for my answer. Or my move. I did neither. But I still thought it was a little early for such radical action. There was a whir and a white hot pain in my right shoulder. I gasp. I hear Adrian grab another arrow and start to reload. And then, completely not under my commandment. My hand lifts, reaching out towards the mystery man. I always believed in a higher power, and it seemed this higher power wanted me to go with the gothic, mystery man. My hand reached to him and he took it, quickly embracing my and spinning around so he was between me and Adrian. I momentarily noticed that this was an odd move.
    I could feel blood pouring out of the messy shoulder wound. I had the faint impression that I was lying on top of the mystery man, and felt sorry that I was probably bleeding all over him. But as the fog messed my thoughts up even more I fell into a deep, dark slumber. My life completely in the hands of the cute-looking mystery man.

  8. __Lost__ __Lost__
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    April 11, 2010 11:23am UTC
    The vision-3
    [I'm so sorry it took so long my computer has been stupid...does this long chapter make up for it?]
    I awake on a couch as my eyes quickly adjust to the lighting of the room. The most often time for me to use my vision was when I first wake up, but only for a few seconds. Like now, I could see two blue, two greens and a yellow person before my eyes adjust and start to take in more important details. By the looks of it I was either in a small library or a rather large and well stocked office. I was lying on a soft brown couch and there were five people crowded around the desk, murmuring in low voices. Before I had time to tune into their conversation one of the men nudges the other and nods in my direction. Eyes swivel to me and the man who had been nudged takes a step back from the desk. I recognize him as the man from the party and the driver of the car. He was the one who had chased me. His hair was sun bleached blonde and green eyes. And a well built body, I was surprised he hadn’t caught up to me when I had run. He was blue.
    I quickly sit up straight and adjust my dress.
    "Good evening-" There was an elderly man sitting behind the desk where as the other people looked young, my age or a bit older. There were three boys and another girl.
    "Where am I?" I interrupt the elderly man.
    "At the Poolside Temple."
    "Which is where?"
    "About half hour from city limits."
    "How is your head?" Asks the blond man from the party. I wave his question away though it was tender and I had a massive headache. I rise and walk to the desk, trying not to show how nervous I felt.
    "Why am I here?"
    "We want to teach you."
    "Let me rephrase. Why did you kidnap me?"
    Silence.
    "How’s your head?" Asks the same blond man. I throw him a angry glance and turn back to the elderly man, waiting.
    "We have magic too, you know. Everyone in this room possesses powers. Some-"
    "Yeah, I got that. Blue, blue, green, yellow, green." I point the people out in turn, hoping I didn’t make a fool of myself. Well, what else could the colours mean? And who cared because I was out of here on the first bus.
    "How did you know that?" The elderly man’s eyes open wide.
    "It’s a miracle, praise the lords." I hold up my hands to add to the sarcastic drama. The blonde man grabbed my arm roughly.
    "How-" Before he finished the first word I had swung my left fist up and punched him on the cheek.
    "Don’t touch me!" He stumble back, nursing his cheek, but it wasn’t a hard hit. I took some self defence classes but that was my left fist.
    "Ok, I think we got off on the wrong foot." Interrupts the blonde lady, who, along with the other man, had been standing and quietly taking in this encounter.
    "Yeah ok, you chased me, kidnapped me and knocked me out. You really think I’m going to shrug my shoulders, say ‘ah well.’, and let you start again.
    "Well let’s try it." Says the other man quietly. He steps forward, I don’t flinch back.
    "I’m Paul." He holds out a hand which I shake slowly.
    "Bree." I introduce myself. He nods and steps aside.
    "I’m Kelly." Says the blonde with spirit, vigorously shaking my hand. I nod warily.
    "Adrian." Says the blonde, not moving any closer."
    "And I am Walter. Pleased to meet you." The old man bows his head slightly.
    "Well, wow, it was just super to meet you all. Can I go now?"
    "We were kind of hoping you would stay." Says Adrian. I narrow my eyes.
    "Why?" I had a bad feeling, and I always paid attention to my feelings, for obvious reasons.
    "We want to train you to use your magic. To help you really rein your powers." My eyes narrow into slits. He wasn’t lying but there was something he wasn’t telling me.
    "What are your powers." Walter encourages. I hesitate.
    "I have a kind of lucky charm, sort of seeing the future. I can feel what’s going to happen. And I have a vision, I can see people in their real form." Well, that sounded about right. "We want to help you, Bree. To train you, nothing more." Now Kelly was outright lying. What more could they want from me? To use me? Hmmm….
    "You have had a long night, Bree. Let Kelly take you to a room."
    The one named Kelly led me to a room that looked like it belonged in a motel. Too impersonal. But I couldn’t sleep. All I could do was pace nervously and try to focus my mind. Something wasn’t right, my gut told me. But I couldn’t quite put my finger on what. So as I fruitlessly paced the sun rose and after a while Paul and Adrian came to get me.
    "Walk with us, Bree." What choice did I have? I hesitantly follow them out. Through the dusty corridors made of matching grey stones and out into the bright sunny day. How could anything go wrong on a day like this.
    "Tell us, Bree, have you ever done any magic? Spells, curses? Don’t worry, we won’t old anything you have done against you, even if it involves the spirits of another realm." I had no idea what Paul was talking about but it didn’t sound good. They were leading me through a forests with big round trees but little scrub. There was no path.
    I was nervous because Adrian carried a bow with arrows on his back. They could have been hunting innocently (enough) but something warned me not to think so. Those arrows looked sharp, deadly. I swallow and play along.
    "You mean like dark magic?" Adrian thinks slowly.
    "Sort of, have you ever done dark magic Bree?"
    "No, but I always wanted to." I say, pretending to be shy. "Have you?" I perked up, suddenly pretending to pay full attention to them. They hesitated for a long moment.
    "No, not called up the spirits." The buzzer in my head went of loud and clear, almost blocking out their next words. "…against most magic laws."
    "Oh. Is it, like, illegal or something?"
    "Something like that." Paul answers, looking into the forest ahead. I see Adrian grinning evilly. I shudder, this was freaking me out. I had to get out of here.

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    April 3, 2010 1:50am UTC
    The vision-2
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    The music thrummed in my ear and gowns flowed and couples danced gracefully. I leaned against a stone pillar, trying to hide, sipping a martini in one hand, careful not to spill it on my dress. I look down again, cringing. The hours of shopping do a fast forwarded re-run through my eyes as I remember picking out one of the first dresses I saw, the one I was wearing. It had a rich purple skirt that only just flared out and was wavy not straight. The middle was a black corset that tied up with ribbon at my lower back. The sleeves were thin and my black strappy heels were killing my feet. The heels seemed pointless as the dress covered them anyway.
    My eyes scan the dancing crowd and eventually Lilly swirls into sight. She had gone for her dress in all meaning of the word ‘ball gown‘. It was like a remake of the Cinderella type dress. Hers had a corset too but as it was the same feathery light blue as the massive hopped skirt gown it didn’t really look like a corset. Her blonde hair was pinned back in a bun and I could imagine her stealing the attention of the night someway too, just like Cinderella.
    I sigh again, Lilly was the reason for our hours of shopping. Her first excuse to use the company credit card and she was thrilled. We both worked at the bookstore across from my apartment building, and as staff had been invited to this massive ball to open some new fairy tale book that no one had even talked about yet.
    I watch the crowd rotating slightly, most of them in time to the music. I note my boss standing near the bar, seeming to be in deep conversation with a man I had never seen before. I felt tense, and uneasy, finishing off my third martini my head was slightly blurry but there was more to it than that. I decide I better go soon. I only take one step forward when the vision kicks in. That’s when my panic really starts.
    Their colors stand out easily and I could see at least four of them making their way toward me. One yellow, one blue, two green. I panic, dropping the glass. It shatters across the marble floor of the huge hall but the music is so loud not a single eye turns toward me. I focus on the nearest stranger, the blue figure, emerging through the sea of red. Less than ten meters from me.
    The vision flicks out and I am lost in deep, clear eyes. They were reading mine. Part of me wonders what they saw but he advances his pace towards me, almost running now. I take in none of his features except I note that he is in fact a he, because the vision kicks back in and he is simply blue, surrounded by a light shade of purple. I set off at a sprint, toward the balcony doors. A few heads turned in my direction as I whip past. I was surprised I could run so fast drunk and wearing six inch stilettos and a full length dress. But I make it out and the freshness of the night air stings at my face as I hurry down the stone path still running.
    I turn to look behind me. The blue man suddenly turned back into a dark shadow as the world returns to normal. He was just out the door. The others still inside. I round the corner of a building, only just looking ahead. Suddenly there was a hand, glowing like a light bulb in an unnatural white. It hits me straight in the forehead, open palmed. I feel my muscled tense, like I was paralyzed and a darkness sweeps over my fuzzy mind.
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    Liam catches the girl just as I catch up, panting.
    "Bloody hell! For a chick in heels she sure can sprint!" I pant, hands on knee’s.
    "Why did she even run?" He asks, lying her gently on the ground. I shake my head.
    "No idea. But she turned a few heads when she did." He nods.
    "Help me get her in the car." I pick up her ankles, surprised at how light she was and wrap her dress around my hand so it wouldn’t drag. Georgie and Winter come up behind us, obviously they left the ball with a little more dignity.
    "Why the bloody hell did she run, Nate?" I shake my head.
    "I don’t know, do I! Just help us get her in the car!". After she's in Gerorgie and Winter disappear again and I jump in the drivers seat.The ignition catches easily and we roll away from the ball with no-one following us. Missions accomplished.
    I open my eyes slowly and get an odd sensation. You know when you look directly at a light or the sun and then look away you can still see the shape of it burned into your eyeballs? Well I had the shape of a perfect hand stuck in front of my eyes. I blink several times to try and get it away and as I do I recognize that I am lying across the backseat of a car. My dress was just above my knees. I try to focus, there were two men in the front seat. But I was always terrible at holding my tongue.
    "This isn’t exactly imagined how Cinderella would leave her ball. " I note sitting up.
    "Ahh, sleeping beauty awakes." Says the driver.
    "Wh- if you kissed me I am going to kill you." After my eyes adjusted I re-consider this. He was pretty hot after all. He had shoulder length blonde hair and was wearing a tux. He snorts at my comment without looking back.
    "Who are you?" I ask them, the situation slowly sinking in. They exchange a glance and don’t reply.
    "Let me go."
    "We can’t." Says the man in the passenger seat.
    "Let me go." I push the back of his shoulder, not being harsh.
    "Oi!" Says the driver, pushing my shoulder aside, I slip off the seat with a small yelp as my temple collides with the door handle.

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    April 3, 2010 1:16am UTC
    The vision-1
    [what do you think is it good or should I give up writing all together and go work in a button factory.]
    Short intro:
    The Vision was annoying, because I couldn’t control it and I didn’t know what it meant. I will try to explain. It flickers in and out, only once every month, if that, and only for a few seconds. I think its like aura’s I have begun to make sense of what some of the colors mean and it comes more frequently now, every few weeks. But the center, of the actual people, is a bright red. Fire truck red I called it when I was younger. But I am nineteen now, and living alone. And now it’s just red. Once I thought I saw someone blue, in a crowd near a subway but the vision flicked out before I could even focus on who it was. That’s if I wasn’t imagining it. But my heart jumped, because I knew it meant something. I just didn’t know what.
    I have other powers too, I can tell truth from lies, quite easily too and I have this kind of weird sense, almost like a lucky charm. Almost like seeing (or rather feeling) the future. But it’s not defined enough. I get an inkling to pack an umbrella, so I do, and it rains. I get an inkling to choose the second lottery ticket down instead of the first, and I win. Small things. I don’t know how to get them but I have been in foster care for as long as I can remember and I know quite easily that if I tell people they will think I am crazy. Or they will use me. So I keep it to myself, and with no family or boyfriend and no friends since I only just moved here, that was proving easy so far. I had four months payed off the small apartment and a decent enough job as a waitress at a small cafe right across the street. I got lucky. What can I say? The powers help.

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    April 3, 2010 12:47am UTC
    SORRY
    I won't be finishing my latest story yet
    I've completely forgotten where I was going with it.
    I knew I should have finished it before I left.
    So I'll be starting a new story.
    Once again I'm sorry.

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    March 14, 2010 12:00am UTC
    Untitled. 22
    [What do you think? This is my last post on this story for awhile don't worry I will finish it I've just got a bit of writers block at the moment and I'm going away for a couple of weeks. sorry.]
    Today was so different of course, so as I slid into my seat- still shivering slightly from the cold water, he stood up from the seat he was sitting in an strode over to where I was haughtily.
    "Hello baby" he purred, sitting down right by me despite the glare I was shooting full force at him. "Been flirting around with Freeman again? You know if you're going to do that you might want to pick a real guy." he emphasized real, obviously meaning himself. I shifted away from him as far as I could- wishing that I was anyone besides who I was for the moment- wishing I wasn't such a coward.
    "I'll let you know next time I see one." I said softly- too softly. I wasn't even sure that he heard me. Anytime that I tried to stand up for myself, or defend myself; something always happened. I wasn't even audible, he wasn't listening... something like that.
    Brian slung his arm over the back of the back of the seat and grinned over at one of his buddies. I pressed even further away from him so that I was completely pressed against the bus window and sighed softly. Someday... I was going to get brave enough to stand up to him. Someday.
    The phone was ringing. I groaned and rolled over so that my head was under the pillow- trying to block out the sound. The sound kept coming though- so no one else was going to get it. Great. I rolled back over in the opposite direction and blinked in the light- stretching my arms over my head before getting up and padding over to the kitchen and picking up the phone.
    "Hello?" My voice still sounded thick and tired. I cleared my throat and repeated "Hello?"
    "Hello, is Miranda there?" I yawned, trying to get my brain to function. "This is she."
    "Oh! Miranda, hi! This is Yvonne from school... are you okay? You sound funny." Yvonne? She hadn't called me since the day that I just had to pass out in the school cafeteria. What did she want? And on a Saturday too.
    "Yeah sorry, I just woke up. Do you need something?" there was a pause on the other end of the line and I thought I heard the sound of a cat purring in the background.
    "Yes, actually. Some friends and I were going down to the beach today- and I just thought that I would ask if you wanted to come with us." Go with them. I don't think I'd been asked if I wanted to go somewhere with someone in...forever. Too long. But at the exact same time - I hadn't been out of the house to do anything but go to school or get the mail in almost two years. Not if I could help it.
    "I don't know Yvonne... its probably going to be awfully crowded and-" I began, trying to come up with a good excuse while avoiding the completely truth. That I was scared to go anywhere.
    "Andy?" I didn't respond, but I did stop talking. "Andy." Her voice was...understanding?
    "What?" I was almost afraid to answer. I was fairly sure she'd seen through my excuses. She seemed to be good at that.
    "You'll be okay. I promise." I sighed softly. I was right. Somehow no matter what I said, she always picked up on how I really felt. In a way it scared me, but in another way it felt nice. Knowing that someone was at least a bit understanding.
    "Alright. I'll go."
    "Its going to be fun.Trust me. Bring some money for lunch- and we'll pick you up at around 10:00 if thats ok." I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was almost 8:00 am.
    "Wait.. Yvonne? We're only fifteen- who's driving?"
    "One of my friends is 17. She has her licenses already."
    "Ok. See you soon."

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    March 13, 2010 11:57pm UTC
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    "No! Don't Nate, my mom will kill me." I squealed, running across the school yard at racing speed- trying to dodge Nate who was currently holding a very cold cup of water in his hand, trying to splash it on me. I glanced back to judge how far away he was, and to my dismay I didn't have to look back very far. He was gaining on me rapidly- a wicked grin on his face. Yeah I know. Big change from last time.
    If I was really paying attention I probably would of seen that half of the school was staring at us like we were complete morons...which wasn't too far from the truth. Well at least they were staring at me like I was a moron. They were probably all oohing and ahhing over Nate and 'how fast he is' or how 'cute he is'. That's how it usually worked. Of course- I wasn't paying attention so what did it matter?
    Suddenly I lost my footing- slipping and falling down with a thud into the crispy grass. It didn't really hurt- but I dramatically flopped back into the grass just because I could. Nate skidded to a stop beside me and looked down- his slightly shaggy hair hanging over his eyes. "You okay?" I nodded and looked up, forgetting the water he was holding for a moment. Just a moment though because before I could even think Nate grinned at me then as if he were performing some sort of magic act- he held the cup high over me and let it cascaded down onto me. I screamed and bolted up into a sitting position- my eyes wide as the coldness soaked my shirt. "Hey!" I grabbed for the cup in his hand but only succeeded in grabbing the air and almost falling over again.
    "What? You did it to me" Nate said, pouting and pointing at his still damp hair as if for a reminder.
    I stood up and wrung out my shirt as well as I could, then wiped the water off of my face. "Yeah but.." Nate brought his finger to his lips in a hushing motion. It got me to shut up for whatever reason.
    "So its okay to soak me with water but I can't pour water on you?" He said, folding his arms.
    "My water wasn't ice cold!" He just gave me a cat-like grin for that, shrugging. "You just weren't smart enough to think of it." was his answer.
    It amazed me really- how I was able to talk to him so much more easily than a few weeks before. It was almost like I was a different person. Whenever we were alone at the lunch table I sometimes still felt nervous, and I still couldn't bring myself to be around him when there was less than five or six people in the room- but I'd made a lot of progress.
    "Oh crap, the buses are leaving" Nate said- suddenly looking up as the roar of the bus engines started. I spun around to look- and indeed half of the buses had already left. "Lets go!" I started to race back in the direction that we came from with Nate right behind me. I ended up making it to the bus just as the doors were closing- and without saying bye to Nate I sprung into the bus and sat down with a thump into my seat.
    Now one thing that I do have to admit in all of this 'yeah, I've gotten so far' business is that one of the things that I still have not been able to bring myself to face is Brian. On some days he completely ignores me, talking to the girls crowded around him as if he really had something important to say, and on other days it felt like he had it in for me. He rarely said anything when I was around either Yvonne or Nate, but sometimes he would do things not really noticeable to the un-searching eye. A smirk here, whispering some sort of remark I'd rather not hear as he passed me in the halls. And worse- I still had no earthly idea as to why it was I that he had decided to annoy. Usually I could ignore him, but the way he acted never failed to make me uneasy and wary.
    He found the bus to be the best place to make my life miserable.

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    March 13, 2010 11:53pm UTC
    Untitled. 20
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    Part of me wanted so much for him not to be there, to think I was crazy and never come. Then part of me did want him to be there so I could just apologize and get over with it. You know how sometimes its like you're battling yourself? Like the fight isn't between you and someone else, its between sides of you? That's sort of how I felt. As I walked towards the oak tree though, I knew what would happen. I could see a long figure leaning against the thin tree's trunk, peering out towards the school doors- waiting. I stopped and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of the hot, sticky air. Here goes...well...everything. At least that's what it felt like.
    He noticed me a few strides away from reaching the tree, and I felt his piercing green eyes stare at me for a moment before he shoved his hands into his pockets. "Hey." I stopped a foot or two away from him and looked up with the biggest smile I could come up with, which- well, was really barely even a small smile. "What did you-" he began. I cut him off before he finished though. Before I lost whatever confidence I had. "I just wanted to say I was sorry." I blurted suddenly, covering up the rest of his words. His eyebrows shot up and he studied me for a second before replying. "For what?" hadn't he been paying attention?! I sighed softly to myself as I seemed to be doing a lot of lately. "For being so..." I searched for the word. "Cold. You've been trying to be kind to me, even helped me ever since I came here and I've been rude. I...never thanked you."
    If I hadn't been nervous I may of laughed. Nate's face was a mix between surprise and... I'm not sure. For a minute he didn't say anything, but then he finally shrugged his broad shoulders. "That's ok." that was it? ...nothing else? I mean I didn't exactly expect him to throw a temper tantrum or anything but I also didn't expect him to just...go with it. I shook my head slowly. "I had no reason to do that. I shouldn't assume that..." and I left off. If I said any more I was likely to get him curious, and I didn't feel like telling anyone else, and especially not a guy, why I was so stand-offish. When I glanced back up at him though he still did look sort of curious as to what I had been about to stay. Still, he did have enough sense not to say anything.
    We stood silently for a second. I don't think either of us really knew what to say or do. Finally he shifted his weight a bit and slipped one hand out of his pocket. "Well...maybe we could start over?" he said slowly, extending his hand. "I'm Nate." I couldn't help it. I gave him a tentative smile back, reaching my own hand out to grasp his. We probably looked completely retarded standing under the half-grown tree, shaking hands- but as we did I felt just a little better about all of this. Just a tiny bit braver. "I'm Andy."
    You know how sometimes time just sort of seems to slip by you without you even noticing, then you wake up one day and wonder where all of that time went? It seems like everything was a blur of movement, and you can't tell one day from the next, when one thing happens from when another does. That's how the next three weeks felt. August slipped into September- and with it, I believe that part of my fear also left with it.
    I'm not sure when I started to notice the change, or even if I had completely even accepted it yet. It wasn't a bad change though. I guess that if I really thought about it, I can trace it back to that day that I'd decided that I was 'oh so brave' and finally faced my fears in a way, apologizing to Nate.
    It seems stupid now that I think about it- how something small like that would help me take a step out and try to trust again. Before I had been set on just holing up in a corner for the rest of my life and never come out. In fact I'm not proud to admit to the fact that this alone was probably the reason that all of that therapy and 'special help' I got didn't work. I hadn't wanted to try.
    Something about the way Nate had constantly kept an eye out for me, watching out for me in a way- despite the fact that I was horrible to him had finally... won me over I guess you could say. I'm not sure how, or why even, but I am glad that it happened.
    What started out as just tolerating him whenever he spoke to me, slowly began to change as the days went by. One day he was just another person it seemed, then it was like he was one of my best friends. Of course I'm probably just saying that because in the whole school the only two people that could or would stand to be around the 'freak' were him and Yvonne. At first he would just wave at me from across the hall, then he started to sit with Yvonne and I on a regular basis. Even on days that Yvonne didn't sit at the table that I did- he came without fail. I probably would of minded if I had noticed- but I didn't. The way he slowly just sort of seeped into my life went by unnoticed by me. I'm still not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

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    March 13, 2010 11:46pm UTC
    Untitled. 16
    [What do you think?]
    - - - - - - - - - - - - Lunch period- - - - - - - - - - - -
    All through my classes today I had been as nervous as anything. It seemed like everywhere I turned; that shaggy haired, baggy panted Brian was there smirking at me for who-knows-why. My head was pounding but ever since escaping the bus I'd felt as if I were a hundred years old and I hadn't slept in years. Anyways- there wasn't anything anyone could do for my headache since it was more nerves than anything.
    It was just my luck that Yvonne caught up with me after the lunch bell rung; a few of her friends trailing behind. Her almond shaped eyes were bright as she fell into step with me; greeting me with her usual deep-toned enthusiasm.
    "Hello Miranda! Would you like to sit with us for lunch today? It is a shame to see you sitting all alone." I let out a breath; brushing my hair out of my face for the millionth time today.
    "Yeah, sure." I may as well. Already my day had been completely crappy; and Yvonne was trying to be kind to me. What was a little more stress? I let her lead me into the cafeteria and sat down heavily along with them when everyone got to the table. It was fairly crowded with girls and a few guys- some being from some of my classes and some not. I found a spot at the end close to Yvonne; resting my chin in one hand tiredly. All I wanted to do right now was curl up in a ball and not be messed with.
    I wasn't really listening to the other girls as they talked; and that became evident when I glanced up to see that Yvonne was looking strangely at me. She didn't say anything but she gave me a sympathetic smile.
    Of course- things had to get worse before it got better. The next thing I knew there was that now familiar- dark hair and green eyed teenager striding over to our table silently. Yvonne noticed him at just about the same time that I did, turning her tan face to look behind her and smiling widely. "Hello Nathan!" She greeted him the same was she greeted me, and for a moment I envied the fact that she could be...so at ease around everyone. As if everyone was her best friend. Scooting over a bit she patted the seat next to her, inviting him to sit with the group. Nate's green eyes shifted to look at me for a moment, not sure what she would do, how she would respond. When I didn't do anything he carefully sat down, careful not to knock anyone. I was directly across from him but I didn't really care. My head hurt too much. A few minutes later Yvonne tapped me on the shoulder lightly so that I would look up at her. Her brown eyes looked concerned.
    "Miranda are you alright? You don't look too good." I shrugged, sending a sideways glance at her.
    "Uhuh." I pressed my whole face into my arm this time; not able to stand the sounds of the cafeteria. I still felt Yvonne's gaze on me though. "I...I'm gonna go outside." my voice sounded slurred..even to me. Still, I stood up dizzily and began to walk towards the door. I didn't get very far though. My head started hurting even more so that little black dots appeared in front of my eyes, and I staggered. I would of fallen if someone's strong arms hadn't suddenly gripped my waist. It was then that all of sudden everything went completely black and with a shiver I slipped into some sort of unconscious state right as I heard a loud gasp behind me.
    There was nothing to do... nowhere to hide. Everything was closing in on her as she ran and ran. She didn't know where she was going, just away from him. She could hear him behind her, gaining on her as she sprinted down the alley way. Her breath was coming labored now as she ran, she knew that she would collapse soon, she'd have to face him. I wanted to scream. I needed to scream. Only; I couldn't. The only thing that I could hear was a dull funneling sound, as if I were in an underground bridge with water swirling all around me. And a faint ringing sound that I couldn't place. No other sounds, and my body felt as if it were weighed down at the bottom of the ocean, with hundred pound rocks on top of me. help. The darkness engulfing me scared me; I needed to open my eyes, and I would of if I was capable. Only... I wasn't.
    It took a few minutes for my hearing to kick in- turning that strange funneling, empty sound into a few different distinctly different sounds. As I laid there trying to concentrate on who or what it was that was making the sound, the tones turned into voices which were unmistakably mummers. Maybe from across the room. The voices were quiet. Too quiet for me to be able to understand them at all, as if they were trying not to wake up a sleeping baby. I took a deep breath. At least I could do that.
    The voices sounded familiar, but for some reason I could not place them. Where was I? What had happened? A moment later I was finally able to crack an eye open; but I regretted it the moment the horrible- horrible sunlight caught through my eye. I winced and closed my eye again as tightly as I could. Someone must of been watching me though because soon I heard a low toned female voice. "I think that she's awake." she announced. Yvonne. Yes of course that was Yvonne. wait what was she doing here? What was I doing here? And where was here? I struggled to raise myself without opening my eyes; pushing up on my elbows. I was halfway up when I felt a large hand pressing me down gently; urging me not to try and get up. I obeyed.

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    March 13, 2010 11:44pm UTC
    Untitled. 15
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    I jumped onto the bus quickly and slumped down into an empty seat. Everyone knew very well that I always sat alone- so I didn't have to really worry about that. I tossed my backpack down by my feet and leaned my head back; waiting for the bus to start. When I did that though, I almost fell over at what I next saw.
    Getting aboard of the bus just now; was none other than Brian Derks; swaggering as if he thought he was just so cool. I slid down in my seat just a little bit more; that familiar trapped feeling seeping through my blood. What in the world was he doing on our bus? I guess that's what the bus driver wanted to know too.
    "Hey you kid. What 'cha doin on my bus? Thought you lived more south." She said, in that annoyingly accented voice that made me want to cringe. Brian just looked at the woman and shrugged his overly-wide shoulders.
    "Whats it to you?" his voice indicated that he thought this was stupid.
    "Just ans'er me kid; before I boot cha' off my bus." Oh please do. I didn't want Brian on this bus, no matter what. Lazily Brian shifted his weight a bit before answering, taking his time.
    "My dad sells real estate. We moved over here." He said it as if his words made perfect sense, although I couldn't figure out how on earth selling houses had to do with why Brian was on our bus. The bus driver sighed and finally closed the bus doors.
    "Wha'ever. I'll ask about it later. Find a seat." she finally said, shifting the bus's gears and slowly beginning to pull out of the neighborhood. Brian tossed his too-long hair out of his eyes and began to walk down the aisle in search of a seat. Because of the fact that he got to the bus late though; there weren't any empty spaces left. I didn't think anything of it until he caught sight of me sitting there huddled against the window as if it would protect me, and gave me a grin that reminded me of a lion who had just caught its prey. Oh no. It was then that I remembered the empty seat...right beside me.
    As if he owned the bus; Brian spun around and walked back towards me- his grin still plastered to his stupid, ugly face. Then, with a thunk- he sat down in the seat right by me. "Hey babe." he said lazily and loudly, as if he were trying to get everyone to hear him. I scooted farther away but there wasn't too much space to scoot; I was pressed against the window already. My blueish eyes widened with a fear that I'd thought I'd been able to mainly conquer, and I felt the way I did the first day of school, only more-so. I was trapped...again.
    Brian smirked at me; throwing his arm carelessly over behind me on the seat. "So whats up pretty? Looks like you're all alone." I don't know truly why I'm the one he picks on. Maybe because I was the only one that didn't seem to want to follow him around like he's a god, or because I was just another game to play- but I wished right then that the bus would flip over and kill him- or that someone would accidentally trip and fall on top of him at least. I glared daggers at him; sidling away from his arm. When I did that he just put pouted. "You know, its just too bad that Freeman isn't here to protect you again isn't it?" his voice reminded me of a cat purring; and it made me shiver nervously.
    I was pressed up against the bus window so far that I could swear that if the latch came undone and the window flew open; I'd fly away with it. My brain clouded with worry as I sat there; wishing I had stayed home, wishing that I wasn't who I was, wishing that I was brave enough to stand up to Brian. Instead- I just sat their helplessly, shrunk as low as I could be so as to escape Brian's arm.
    Resting my head against the wall; I closed my eyes to wait out the ride. The ten minutes seemed to drag on though; as if it were endless. My head was starting to hurt and I could still feel his body heat, meaning he hadn't moved away at all. I wanted to scream aloud, but knew that it wouldn't do a bit of good. When the bus finally did give its usually shriek as if slid to a stop, I don't think I've ever been more happy to hear such an annoying sound. I lifted my head enough to glare at Brian as he sat there talking to a friend who had stopped mid-aisle to ask him something. As if everything were normal. If I'd had the guts to kill someone it would of been him at that moment. My bangs had slipped out of my pony tail and strands of it strung over my eyes. I brushed them out of the way and feeling suddenly brave, I grabbed my bag and shouldered my way past Brian and his stupid friend. Once I was off the bus- I swear I could of kissed the ground if I hadn't been almost late for class already.

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    March 13, 2010 11:38pm UTC
    Untitled. 14
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    I lay on my perfectly made bed; my arms spread out behind me- staring up at the ceiling thoughtlessly. My sea blue eyes were almost unblinking as I laid there; dressed in my usual large t-shirt and raggy jeans. No matter what happened I kept replaying various parts of the last few days in my head. My words somehow caused him to stop staring at me, and he looked down like a little kid caught doing something wrong. "I dunno." he said, before turning as if to walk away. He took a step- braced himself- swiveled around to look at me again. "You're... interesting. Different." he finally said before turning around and walking off quickly. Great. it was just as if I had yet another nightmare to add to my collection- only I wasn't sure atall what to make of this. I hadn't quite expected what had come out of his mouth. I had expected something more like "because you're so weird." or another smart alec response.
    "Why don't you come sit with my friends and I tomorrow? They don't bite." She said with a bit of a smile tugging at her lips. I smiled back at her, knowing that she was trying to be nice. I'd given Yvonne false hopes there- and I wished I would of just said no thank you instead of saying I might. She was a sweet person, probably the closest thing I'd had to a friend in far too long, but her friends were not guaranteed to be as kind as she. They all looked so...popular and showy. Anyways, I had enough to mull over for myself. Still- what was I supposed to do? Tell her that I didn't want to sit with her because I was scared of her friends? I don't think so.
    Truly, I wished that I would suddenly come down with some sort of weird illness that made me skip school for a while. I didn't like all of the new things that I was having to face constantly. It was like a huge trunkful of jumbled up things that I had to try out. Some things were ok I guess; but others made me look at a glimpse of myself that I didn't want to see. The side of me that said 'here is what you would of been.' Then I'd look at one of the beautiful, smiling, laughing girls in our high school- and know that it was me if fate had given me a different, more common course.
    It was better not to mope and wish about things that never in the world would change, but sometimes it was the only thing I felt like doing. I blinked silently and slowly pushed myself up with my arms into a sitting position. If I didn't get a move on soon I would be walking to school. Standing up I smoothed over the comforter where I had been laying. That was one thing I didn't understand about mom. The rest of my room could be a complete disaster- but my bed had to be perfectly made. Really- it looked like a single house standing after a tornado had gone through.
    I slowly walked into the kitchen where- as always- my mother stood cooking breakfast and my father sat at the table reading the newspaper. I don't understand at all why he ever wanted to read about all of the horrible things that happened in the world instead of shielding himself from it like I did, but questioning him would do no good. As long as my father was left alone he was a peaceable man. But get him upset and you had heck ahead of you. I grabbed one of the biscuits that were cooling on top of the stove before peering into the fridge to find the orange juice.
    "Honey, I wish you would dress just a little bit nicer for school, everyone is going to think that my child is some sort of homeless child." My mother chiding me about my clothes was a regular ritual lately. I sighed and poured a glass of juice for myself and my father.
    "Why not?" I contradicted with a bit of a shrug. "I'm hardly noticed anyways. And if I am; its just to trip me or make some sort of crude joke." I shouldn't of just said that. So far I had plaid 'everything's great mom' fairly well and hadn't been questioned too much. Those last few words were going to send my mom into a frenzy of questions. My father made a har-umping sound and folded his newspaper. I set his glass of juice in front of him before he said anything.
    My mother just tossed her hands in the air in a surrendering motion before dumping something into a strainer. I drained my glass of juice then grabbed up my bag. "See you guys." I half mumbled before escaping out into the hot August air. I walked down the street with one hand over my face to shade my eyes somewhat from the sun. A group of girls was already gathered at the end of the street as always so I stood off a little from the group untill the loud, grumbling bus came. I set my bag down at my feet and crossed my around as if they would hide me from the world; trying to ignore the giggling chatter of the girls beside me.
    "No way, who said that Ana?!"
    "Jacob Conners;you know, Max's friend? He said he saw Max hanging around with Rachael yesterday-"
    "-No suprise there. Rachael is always hanging all over every guy in the school..."
    "Well I heard that she's taken a liking to Nate lately, so what would she be doing with-"
    Finally the bus pulled up with a shreik that could wake the dead. I winced at the sound, but at the same time I was thankful that it came. Every single day those girls always had some sort of stupid gossip to talk about- most of it being completely made up. A few times I had even wondered if they were talking about me, because every now and then they would all huddle out as if to block me out and shoot glances over at me as they whispered secretively. Oh well- what did I care?

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