daily. march 15
357 words

Idiom: out of the blue

It was so out of the blue when it happen—thwack! Ouch. Well, it isn’t exactly like that anymore, since we’ve learned to expect it. But the day it started, we were all in a panic. You see, on March 15th, at precisely 9:24 in the morning, something strange happened. And when I say strange, I mean odd, weird, crazy, very strange. Nothing really exciting happened in our town, until this. Late at night, we’d had our first firework show in years; nearly everyone came to admire the spectacular. The last firework was a shining blur, causing the whole crowd to look up in awe. The aftermath of the firework had remained much longer than the others, but by then, no one seemed to care. Everyone had gone to bed, and in the morning, confused faces gazed upon the blue cloud hovering above the ground. It didn’t seem like much of an issue; it wasn’t doing anything. Until things started…flying out of it. As soon as someone mentioned or did something ‘out of the blue’, an object flew out from it. The first was someone dropping out of school, and the fear of disappointing their parents. As soon as they input their final decision, a huge stack of paperwork slammed into the floor of the apartment. Like I said—out of the blue. All around town, unexpected things were happening, and the items visualized it. Some things repeated themselves. A cake collapsed from all the layers, and another cake appeared in midair, only to fall and create a huge mess. All of our problems started with the blue, and then it changed. Now all sorts of things were flying out to cause trouble, not when trouble was caused. But no matter what we did, the blue blob still bothered us. We tried boarding ourselves into our homes, but the annoying objects still popped into the atmosphere—whoever or whatever gave them teleportation powers must have had something huge against us. We couldn’t figure it out. We couldn’t understand why now, of all times, it would start happening. This dilemma wore on for weeks, until we were completely, utterly, exhausted.

— writing comp —

The Quest

Written by Wari
150 words

weekly. march 16
2767 words total
1: 608/600 words
2: 555/500 words
3: 404/400 words
4: 182/150 words
5: 1018/1000 words

warm-up section (part 1)
361 words (my part), 608 words total

Clem: A shadow glanced over the corner of the already dark street, the street lights blinking before going out.

Jade: A cloaked woman dressed in black walks through the vacant streets, blending in with the dark night.

Clem: She stuffs something metallic into her coat pocket, her low heels tapping quietly. She stops momentarily at a doorway, but then resumes her brisk walk, heading for the dead end of the ally.

Jade: She shakes her head as she walks, trying to clear her uneasy thoughts. As she reaches the end of the alley, she stops and leans against a wall, as if waiting for someone.

Clem: No one seems to come, but eventually, she steps forward from the wall, pulls out the same metal device, and speaks to it, her words not audible. Without a pause, she snaps the object closed, turns on one foot, and plunges into the wall behind her.

Jade: As she steps through the wall, it turns solid behind her. She shoves the metal device back in her pocket and looks towards the hidden area, her face stony and serious.

Clem: The woman stands in front of a large silver machine. It hums with energy, and the light from it still shines through the thick black tarp. She moves hesitantly toward it, bending down and pulling off just a corner of the tarp. Immediately, a blinding light flashes, and she backs away quickly, letting go of the edge, covering the strange item and reducing the glow.

Jade: She takes a long, deep breath before shakily walking towards the machine once again. The woman closes her eyes, the tarp in hand, and releases it with a wave of her hand. She waits until the blinding light dims before opening her eyes, a relieved smile imprinted on her face as she glances at the masterpiece in front of her.

Clem: The light wasn’t as bright anymore, but she still had to squint to make out everything. Polished levers, buttons, and other mechanical traits covered the majority of it. Several indents on the corners of the rectangular device indicate that something needs to be placed there. After a moment, the woman looks away, brushing away the tears from her now watering eyes. Finally she looks back again, pulling the small object from her inner pocket and stepping closer to one of the corners with the indent. She traces it with her fingers, measuring the depth and width before placing the other metallic object into the cavity. As if drawn like a magnet, the object flies from her palm and clicks as it fits perfectly inside. A clear sheet slides over it, sealing the pieces together. The light brightens again, and the woman shields her eyes. The machine is now one fourth closer to being complete.

Jade: The woman sighs, as though expecting the journey ahead, and turns around, her energy finally giving away and showing how tired she really is. She was so fatigued that she almost did not notice the person standing in front of her, their mouth wide open with shock; too surprised to utter a word.

Clem: It registered that there was someone inside her secret room. She acted on instinct and took out the shocked-frozen person with a single hit.

Jade: The woman, still tense and watchful, scanned around the perimeter to see if the stranger had brought anyone with them. Satisfied with her search, she averted her attention to the body collapsed right in front of her. The woman analyzed them, checking their clothes before hastily flipping them over, as they had fallen face-first. She gasped at the familiar face, so shocked that, for once, she forgot all of her problems, identities, troubles, and secrets, her entire attention on the familiar face that she had just knocked unconscious.

Clem: It was like her mind was on a train, rolling over a one-way track.

Jade: She stumbled from the shock, but somehow managed to keep her balance. Her mind was racing and her heart was thumping so quickly that the only thing she could hear was it’s constant pounding in her ears. Her memories were frazzled and scattered. She hadn’t seen this man before, not in this century. But her entire gut feeling told her otherwise.

character section (part 2)
555/500 words total

Name: Sy Le
Age: 17
Species: Human

Personality & traits
202 words
Sy is a very monotone person. Doesn’t like interactions much with certain people, especially peppy and optimistic people. She’s very detective-like, enjoys slipping and hiding in shadows. Always up for a challenge, though doesn’t like to show enthusiasm. She’s often conflicted between personalities, like trying to keep her cool but can’t help feeling excited for things, which draws attention to her, something Sy would like to avoid. She’s pretty average: smart but not very nerdy, shy but can still speak up when she wants to, rather not be in charge but still offers ideas. Introverted, working alone is her style. She has dreams to be something more but can never find the opportunity to do so. Wears darker colors, but not necessarily black. Tends to wear more of a maroon or beige colored coat, gloves, and simple combat boots. Her hair’s normally in her face, but doesn’t tie it back often for insecure reasons. Tends to be out late, but her parents don’t question much. Her hobbies include researching mysterious issues and journaling—Sy’s fairly crafty and is building her survival skills slowly, envying adventure. For now, she’s still in school, maintaining good grades. Classes aren’t too important for her and she prefers to study on her own instead of in class.

Wants, hopes & strengths
245 words
Sy only wants are to be something more than she is. She’s a typical example of a person, and wants to show how useful she can be. Sy doesn’t have many friends or family to rely on, so she wants to make the ones she has proud. She hopes that one day she can be a full-time detective of sorts, or something that requires more skill and isn’t something she’ll be bored with. Sy longs for someone to acknowledge who she is, and won’t dismiss her at first glance. Sy’s strengths are her wits and creativity, ability to fade into the background and not bring attention toward herself; helpful when she needs to eavesdrop a conversation or be somewhere she shouldn’t be. Sy also wants to ensure that her strengths are enhanced with practice and repeated events, but she hasn’t had any chances to shine, or if there was one, someone else was preferred over her. She hopes that someday people will give her a chance and not be untrusting to her from the start. It’s like people are very judging from the outside, so when they see her shyness and tendency to wear more interesting clothing, they turn her away. Physically, Sy isn’t much, so she’s generally underestimated. She does have some strength, but it’s not something that’s clear right away. The problem is that options are very slim, and she needs time to open up, but everyone she meet is impatient and uninterested.

Dislikes & fears
108 words
Sy doesn’t like bright areas, colors, talking with adults, the heat, working in groups, and staying outside very often. Though she can withstand quite a lot, it doesn’t mean that she’s enjoying things she has to do. Sy’s fears include losing her dignity, heights/high altitudes (being in the mountains or similar areas), deep water (when you can’t tell where the bottom is), claustrophobia. All of these fears are not to a very high degree, but she is still scared to a point of slight hesitation. Sy knows that if she wants to live her dream job, she needs to step it up and be as fearless as possible.

setting section (part 3)
404/400 words total

The rocky plains are sometimes referred to as “The Deathly Lands” because of their likeliness to cause people—children, adults, and the overly strong or persevering—to die out before making it beyond its premises. The plains are exactly as they are named: rocky. The one thing that is not explained by its title would be how it is the most feared among everyone. It’s almost as if there used to be waves, like the area was an eerie beach before being frozen over and turned into a wasteland. There is not any life for miles, and the ones who go in tend to never return, or if they do, their minds are ruined. Only one person has gone in and out and stayed relatively sane, but they still refuse to ever talk about what happened in the Deathly Lands. No one knows the history of it either—how it came to be, or how the legends were created. However, a journey through it is inevitable. It’s the only way out. The town that lies before it is small and overpopulated, but it is encased in the horrible place, like an island. Rumors are that the town is an island in a vast, rocky sea, and there are others out there who have the same issue. People go into the plains with the hope they will find signs of life that prove they are not alone in this world, or if there is somewhere to escape to. People also say that the rocky sea is not stationary, and that during irregular periods of the night, it moves, pushing the island ever so slightly. No one’s ever been able to track any possible movements, but a few older folks believe otherwise, swearing they heard and felt sudden jolts beneath them during their sleep. Beyond The Deathly Lands are a selection of mountains, their peaks rising high in the yellow sky. Even if you could make it past the rocky plains, you would never have a chance past the mountains: the same color and material of what leads up to it, but much more treacherous. You would have to go around, which could take weeks, months—or you could climb. Both options seem impossible, but everything that is known is only assumed. The citizens that are stuck in the middle of the treacherous area do not have much more to say other than what they can observe from a distance.

premise section (part 4)
182/150 words

Your source of magical paints has run out!

It’s another long day, and you come home to an empty house; everyone’s out for the evening. You plop down onto your bed, relieved to be alone for once. Excitedly, you reach under your bed for your secret stash of magical paints, and pull out an unusually light tray. You prop the items onto your pillow, and pick up one of your tubes, containing your favorite colored paint. To your shock, nothing comes out of the bottle when you flip it upside down! You squeeze tightly, but there seems to only be air inside. Now nervous, you unscrew the cap, and peer inside. Nothing. You throw down the tube and try the others. Unfortunately, they’re all empty. Even though you knew that the paints would eventually run out, you didn’t think it would be so soon. Then you remember the day before—and there had still been a whole lot of paint left. How could you have used them all? Suddenly it hits you—someone must have stolen or used your paints, without permission. But no one knows your secret, how could this happen?

story section (part 5)
1018/1000 words

character: @annahannah
setting: @luna-lovegood-lol
premise: @airfairy934

Emery was running around the track like she always did, smelling the fresh air of Ilarion. Tonight would be the night of the festival, which Emery personally thought was stupid. It wasn’t like anyone on Ilarion was honored like those who died on Taiga’s Bane. Why was there a festival in the first place? It was forbidden to enter the isle after the deaths that followed the ones who did, so why celebrate their deeds, being evil and wrong? Emery always found the subject backwards, but she never questioned the tradition. She stopped to take a break, veering off the path she herself had worn into the ground, into an area where the trees shaded the ground. Emery sat on the soft leaves that had drifted to the floor, taking a drink of water at staring up at the houses strung up as canopies.
Technically, Emery wasn’t supposed to be on the ground. The trees were pretty thick, but there was always a few clusters with breaks in the leaves, where she could see above, and where the light could come in.
The reason the houses had been built up on the longest, strongest branches, was because there wasn’t enough room on the island floor. The homes formed a perfect circle around an area of trees, with walkways built across the center for easier access to places across the way.
This was where Emery lived, one small enclosure of houses. Another ring of buildings was located not too far off in either direction—so if you had a bird’s eye view, you’d see large circles, evenly spaced from each other, like the coin slots in the Connect Four game.
There was a thin, rickety ladder placed at the eastern side of each circle, providing ground access if necessary. Emery probably shouldn’t have been using it, but after a couple years, it seemed that no one cared if she went down it or not. So, practically every morning, Emery made the journey from her house to another a couple doors down to the wooden ladder for her short jog.
After a few minutes of rest and listening to the silence of the early day, Emery made her way back to the ladder, hoping her mother hadn’t decided to wake up sooner to prepare for the festival.
As she was pulling herself over the ladder, a sudden jangling and the sound of a heavy object hitting a leaf of a plant made her look down in surprise. Shining on the floor a few feet beneath her was the necklace her mother had gifted to her just last night.
Emery hopped off the ladder to retrieve the jewelry, and picked it up, holding the sparkling gem in her palm. For a second, Emery stared admiringly at the crystal necklace, then shook her head, blinking. She had never had a liking for jewelry, why was this different? She fingered the clasp and pulled it toward the front of her neck, clicking each end into place before sliding it behind her head again. Emery tucked the pendant into her shirt, not wanting it to get in the way.
As she made her way home, her mind drifted back to the festival that would happen later. If the people that didn’t obey the rules get honored yearly, why don’t we all just follow their path to get some credit? She thought bitterly. The gentle wind stopped, the rustling leaves and chirping birds went silent.
Emery herself paused, confused, but ignored it and opened her front door, which creaked slightly.
“Mom?” Emery called, her voice echoing slightly in the hall. Silence.
She poked her head inside the doorway to her mother’s room, but found the bed nicely made and no one to be seen.
Curious, Emery stepped further into the room, letting the door swing quietly shut behind her. Her eyes searched the room, and landed on the askew papers on the desk in the corner. Oddly, her mother’s favorite plant was on the ground, the pot cracked along one side with dirt spilled all over the floor.
First, Emery examined the pages on top of the desk. Most of them were folded and creased, some torn. Hasty writing was scrawled all over the small sheets. She analyzed the familiar script, glancing at some legible writing at the top of one of the papers.
A spell, a wish…long forgotten curse…Emery skimmed over the words, had her mother been writing a story? She’d always wanted to, but why these notes? Emery knew that her mother didn’t like her current job much, just helping everyday people with their illnesses and injuries. She had been naturally gifted at healing, so her job was given automatically.
Over time, her joy for the work dwindled, and she grew impatient and angry. If she had been writing a book of sorts, Emery was happy that she finally got around to it.
Emery was about to read more, but she spotted something at the corner of her eye, something reflecting the sunlight.
She turned to where it was coming from, and found the broken pot she’d seen earlier. Emery bent to inspect it, pulling a piece of the clay pot that had been broken off. Underneath the piece was something white—something tiny. Emery shifted the dirt around it away, and found a diamond—if it was real she didn’t know it—and plucked it with her fingers. It looked like a part of something bigger. As she hunched over the broken pot, something came swinging out in front of her: the necklace. Emery grabbed it to stop it from moving, but then realized something. There was a chip in the gem in the pendant, just around the size of the small rock.
Cautiously, Emery oriented the smaller piece to fit in the larger one, and placed it in the cavity. As soon as it was in place, a gust of air blew into her face, and the gem glowed. She heard the pages flapping, and looked up, to see writing illuminated across the papers. Whatever her mother had planned, Emery was about to find out.

Name: Rebecca Morris
Age: 22
Species: Human
Personality and Traits: Rebecca is a hard-working human being. She always tries to prioritize the most important things first. When put into a group, she immediately assumes the role of leader, and guides everyone though the project or assignment. However, when people start to fall behind, she starts to get ticked off. Not only just because she knows if everyone doesn't finish they'll fail, but also because she's short-tempered. Even little things can get to her and irritate her. But Rebecca always tries to think positive, even when things aren't looking too great. This can prove to be difficult for her because of her temper, but when she puts her mind to it she can control herself. When she's working in a group, Rebecca can get lazy over certain things. Since there's usually not a consequence for not doing those things, Rebecca can procrastinate a lot on them. Rebecca is the type to always try and push herself, even when she doesn't want to. She really wants to succeed and attempt to come out at the top. Most of the time, Rebecca is willing to push and push in order to get there. Even though this puts a lot of strait on her, she isn't the type to back down. However, when there's no clear path to success, Rebecca can get lazy and veer off the path.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: Rebecca wants to achieve success. She wants to one day look back upon her life and say ‘Hey, I made it.’ Rebecca also wants to have contributed to something life changing. She thinks that if she never stops pushing herself she'll one day discover something extrodinary. Her best subject back in school has always been science, and she wants to become a chemist when she graduates with her master degree. Throughout her time at college, she has been dedicated to finishing at the top of her class. Some days pass by where all she did was study. However, when days like these happen the next day(s) tend to be harder for her to get anything done. She hopes that when she graduates she'll immediately find a job that wants her to do something important. Rebecca knows that something like this to happen is nearly impossible, but she's aiming high anyway. She wants to work hard and hope that she'll be there. She also hopes that she won't have to wait a period of time for her to start working. This is why she pushes herself so hard. Rebecca doesn't want to wait around for life to happen. She can be very impatient at times, so the sooner she has something important to do, the better it is for her.

Dislikes and Fears: Rebecca really hates people who lag behind. Since she loves to play leader, she's in charge of everyone in the group. When someone starts acting lazy, she has to force herself not to lash out at them. Even though she's pretty lazy at times, she shows no sign of this when working in a group. Rebecca tends to want to work alone for this very reason, but doesn't mind working in a group. Rebecca also isn't fond of the dark. This fear comes from when she was a little girl, around 9 years old. Her older brother liked to trick her into walking into a closet, and then close the door on her and lock it from the outside. Rebecca really hated being left alone in the dark, and to this day she always turns the light on in a room. Rebecca also really doesn't like horror movies. Nothing in particular bothers her, it's just she prefers not to watch them.

If you think you ever saw a place so peaceful it was almost insane, then your probably talking about Starryburn beach. Down at Starryburn beach, everything is calm and serene. Not many people know about this place, since it's hidden from weary eyes. But if you ever go around thinking and wishing you could be in such a peaceful place, you might find Starryburn beach. The sand is always warm and is textiled to not make you itch. The star that's generously providing such warmth is always shinning bright. The ocean that the beach overlooks is clear and rich in color. But before you go thinking this is just an ordinary beach, think not, because this isn't like some beach in the Caribbeans. This is a magical beach. The white-blue star that shines here is much bigger and brighter than the sun. And the sky, you ask? The Starryburn beach offers a pleasant and relaxing view of a distant nebula full of young stars. Words cannot describe how magnificent the view is. The ocean here is no ordinary ocean. The color is a soothing gradient from plum to lilac. The waves are constant, and don't need wind or tides to control them. When you dive below the surface, you will witness the best sight of your life. Here at Starryburn beach, we don't have sea life. But that doesn't mean there isn't life at all. We raise newborn stars under the waters. This is where stars live before the wonderful people running the Starryburn beach send them up to the sky, to live out the rest of their long lives. But while the baby stars are still there, you can admire them and watch them grow, although you won't see much difference since they age very slowly. We breed every star type in these waters except for dwarfs since they have their own place dedicated to them. You may swim amongst the stars as you wish, but we advice you not to go too close. After all, even as babies they still are millions of degrees hotter than you. The habitat in the ocean of Starryburn beach is relatively simple, but still elegant in it's own way. Since the ocean is home to our baby stars, it's formatted just for them. They spend most of their time here playing and growing in the coral. It's best to leave them alone, although some stars are known to be attracted to some of the humans who have visited this humble beach. It's best not to get attached to them, however. We have an area under the water where you can relax in our nova circle. Here the water has been heated to noticably a warmer temperature then the rest of the ocean. Here, you may relax while being surrounded by the same materials used to create stars, but less powerful so species on Earth can handle it. You will feel yourself let go of all worries, as you lose conscious… and awake without stress.

Your character is running. They've been out all day running. Now they have come home- or where ever they live- to finally rest. They throw themselves on a bed, and immediately drift off to sleep. The next morning, when they wake up, they feel a bit off weather. They try and push themselves out of bed, but their body immediately sores in pain. Your character immediately starts to observe themselves to figure out what's wrong. After looking over, there's nothing they can see that isn't normal. They decide that it must have been nothing, but when they stand up, they feel the pain. Your character sits down on the bed, and rubs their leg- or leg like thing, for creatures. The pain is almost blinding. Your character decides that they must have sprained their leg yesterday for running so much. They realize this is a bad thing, since without being able to walk well, they can't do an important thing they were going to do(which you can edit to fit your character.)
How will they overcome this?

Thea is outside taking a walk when suddenly a small rabbit hops out behind her. Its coat is an unnatural shade of blue, and it almost looks like it is glowing. Thea spins to see the animal hopping away, heading into a small area (like a tree tunnel in a forest, an alleyway in a city, an underground tunnel in a giant plain/field, etc.). It jumps onto the shoulder of a person dressed in all black, and they walk away. She follows it inside, into a massive open clearing, much larger than you would have expected from the entrance. The person sits down, crossing their legs and settling with the rabbit sitting calmly atop their head. They begin to chant an otherworldly song, and the rabbit glows brighter and brighter, until finally, it explodes. After the blue dust fades, the only thing left behind is…

a shimmering purple bird

Thea jumps up at the sight of the bird. First the rabbit, now a bird. The person must have disappeared into the dust. Thea moves closer to the bird. I've never seen a bird that looks like this before. She thought. The bird notices her and eyes her curiously.

“Can you…can you understand me?” She asks the bird. The Bird tilts it's head, and makes a nod like gesture. Thea smirks at the bird. Similar to the rabbit, the bird almost appears to be glowing, except the bird looks more shinny. “Do you happen to have an owner?” She gently asks the bird. The bird moves closer to Thea, and is right by her knees. It flaps it's wings and looks around. They were still in the open clearing, and the only light source was the bird itself.

Maybe that person who has the rabbit is it's owner. Thea thought. She decided that she should probably try and give the bird back to them, but the problem was that she was unsure how to do so. I should take care of the bird until I find it's owner. She carefully reached out her hand, and the bird walked on her palm.

“You need a name… does Misty sound alright?” She asks. The bird flew onto Thea's shoulder and leaned it's beak against Thea's neck. She looked over at the bird and smiled. “Alright then, Misty it is.” She decided. Misty did the same nod like gesture and now flew onto Thea's head.

Thea scanned the area. They had traveled into the forest, where the Moonlight doesn't always reach. The forests only had light on one day, the summer solstice. Since it was only April, the forests would remain dark for a while. Thea quickly thought about how they would get back towards the ocean, where Thea lived. Misty noticed Thea thinking, and suddenly flew off, bring the light with her.

Thea was stunned for a moment, before realizing what happened. When she did, she got up and ran after Misty. It wasn't hard to find her, since she just needed to follow the light. After a while, Thea finally caught up with Misty, who was sitting on some sand right by the water. It was daytime, and it was pitch black out. The waves from the ocean provided a little light, but most of the light came from Misty.

“H-How did you know this is where I was heading?” Thea asked Misty. Misty flew onto Thea's shoulder and perched there. Thea gave Misty a slight smile, before walking barefoot into the water. She only went as deep to cover her ankles. She giggled softly to herself and started twirling around in the water. Misty started flying around her.

After a while, the moon started to rise. It brought the magnificent moonlight with it. Thea started walking towards her little house alongside the beach, with a slight smile on her face. She usually never had anyone to keep her company, but now she had Misty with her. Thea could see in the distance that a few people had gotten up and started working on planting crops.

Thea's house was settled along the beach, close to the coastline. It was relatively father away from where most people on Argentlun lived. Thea liked that since she didn't have to deal with a lot of people often. Thea went into her small garden where a few white roses and moondrop flowers grew. Misty flew onto a small cherry tree that was slowly growing. Thea smiled at Misty, and went inside.

The house was a bit messy, but Thea kind of liked it that way. She walked towards a small bookshelf and grabbed a small, dark blue-ish colored notebook. She went into another room, her small bedroom, and laid down on her bed. She slowly began to poor her thoughts onto a sheet in the book:

Dear Diary,

Today was really something. I woke up in the daytime just so I could walk around Argentlun and be alone, but I never expected my little trip to be so.. chaotic.

I was going towards the desert when I saw a glowing blue rabbit. I've seen plenty of different species of animals on this small island, but I've never seen anything that looked like that. The moment I saw it, I immediately wanted to learn more about it. It was so different an interesting, unlike most things that live on this island.

When it started hopping away, I rushed to follow it. It ran towards a person all dressed in black, which was unusual since most of the teens and adults wear light green. I don't, of course, but black…. it really surprised me. Then the person dashed away into the dark forest, and I still followed them. They started chanting some song, in a language I've never heard before.

And then, right in front of my eyes, the rabbit exploded, and the person disappeared into the dust. But the rabbit left behind a bird, that had the same coat as the rabbit except purple. If I was interested in the rabbit before, I was curious about the bird. I've always liked birds, even if everyone else thinks that they eat the crops they worked so hard to plant. But I've always viewed them as magestic creatures.

The person who had the rabbit must own the bird too. But I couldn't leave the bird alone, in the dark forest. So I decided to take her home with me. I named her Misty, since I thought it fitted her well. Misty seems pretty happy to be with me, and I'm really enjoying having someone to talk to. It's nice to have a little friend to hang out with.

I know I should try and find Misty's owner so I can give her back, but I wouldn't mind watching her for a bit longer. She's such a joy to have around. I hope maybe we can be life long friends.

~*Thea*~

Thea put down her notebook, and took a peek out the window. The moonlight was fulling the island with light. She noticed that some people were pointing towards her house. She sighed quietly to herself. People always liked to give her trouble, and they didn't like her much. She always tried to get them to like her, but it never worked.

She slowly walked back outside, and glanced at Misty. She was over by the roses, and she appeared to be sleeping. Thea smiled at the bird. She decided that she shouldn't let anyone see Misty, in case they get any wrong ideas. Plus, she already kept her animal lover side a secret to everyone else. One bird shouldn't be much of a difference….right?