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₊˚ daily #2 ₊˚
{magic 8-ball prompt} {should my character work at a cafe but has a fear of cooking} {yes}

Working in a cafe isn't easy. Especialy a new one. A new cafe like this one.

Because it turns out that they don't have just one role, like waiters or cooks. Instead they take /shifts/ of doing each job. So, like, they might have 2 hours being cooks and then waiters; and then break or counter.
So what do you do if you're a bad cook?
Honestly, that was Esters biggest question and fear. I mean, she wasn't /bad/ at cooking, but she never wanted to do it and- is it posible to have a fear of cooking?
Probably not, but Ester's phobia was defiently real.

Ester stood by herself outside as the snow piled up. She was freezing cold, but she had to wait a few more days before getting keys. Honestly- what was taking them so long? She had been outside for so long, her nose was pink and she couldn't feel her fingers any more. Wait- were they even there anymore? It didn't feel like it.

Lilac, a young women working at the cafe opened the door “ Sorry honey, ” Her hair was messy and tucked behind her ear was a pencil “ Oh, that? I'm writing out the schedules. ” She muttered under her breath “ Delia got out of it- and /she/ never does it! ”

Ester frowned. She had no idea what she was talking about, and that Delia person seemed quite-uh-lazy. But she wasn't one to judge someone. And knowing her tight schedules, she would be doing it too if she had too.

Well, it seems like she had too. Lilac explained some of the jobs, and that was one of them. Ester really wanted to interrupt but that might seem rude so she stayed quiet.
“ So, their's- ” Lilac exclaimed and rushed in, gesturing Ester to follow. “ Delia's going to k!ll me. Leaving the door open for too long- oh gosh don't say anything about that ”

Ester carefully stepped into a square room with gentle, pale white walls. There was a door labeled ‘Kitchen’ with a bronze handle, and one oposite saying “cafe room”. There were soft, relaxing chairs and a black armchair occupied with a man.
The man, with reasonable green tea eyes and smooth gelled brown hair jumped up “ ‘Lez senoriatas ”
Lilac blushed, her ring glinting. The man opposite had one as well, but they were not identicle. Ester didn’t think it would matter.

A stormy, dark headed girl with a silver nametag reading “Delia” was lurking in the corner, growling and looking oddly sulky. “Humph, I wanted to meet the new kid ”
The man sighed “No, you ‘ze want to ’ze tease the new kidz ”
Lilac agreed quickly.
Delia rolled her eyes “ Of course you agree with Sebastian ” She gave a glance at the rings.

Lilac slammed the door shut, taking Ester with her

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“ Shift ” Lilac called from the kitchen
Her hair was glistened with sweat, and her apron had flour on it (and more than just a little-)
Ester's heatbeat slowed down, as she checked her timetable again. Oh no.
Get over it, her head said. You can at least try to cook.
Oh, but her mind didn't cooperate. Her feet didn't move towards the kitchen, and as everyone hustled towards their next station, she knew she had too. So she went.
Her legs trembled and she was positivly pale; but she went. And she could live with that.

Inside the kitchen was pastel yellow walls and pale yellow floorboards. There were whisks hanging upside down, and wooden spoons. There were metal bowls. And every single one of those made Ester want to scream.
Suddenly everything became to much. Ester tripped back and took deep breaths. But that didn't make her want to go back.

“ Ay, senorita need help? ” It was sebastian, with his green eyes and grinning smile. But his eyes were deep and his grin was gone. “ Need help? ”

Ester knew she didn't need to be scared, but she was “ n-no ”
Sebastian rolled his eyes “ I'm not fooling for that. Come on, I'll help you. I don't have anything to do, and I can't stand breaks. ”
Ester paled “ No, please ” If he came with her, he'd think she was a wimp!
“ Please, don't be silly ” A bit of pleading came into his words
“ Fine- ”
“ Good ” Sebastian smiled, and led her into the kitchen again.

Maybe Ester could do it after all.

I hated it.
I truly hated it.
I hated it so badly.
The hate was a black swirl, dragging in my thoughts.
So the only thing i thought was:
Attack!
So I did.
The madness on his face as he taunted my sister vanished as I ran, rage screaming out from every word.
I had to get revenge.
But my sister. My sweet, gentle sister. Her calls for me to stop.
It made me remember:
He had been engaged to her, my sister. Lisa.
They had matching rings, and Lisa's cries grew as he hit the floor.
But it didn't make sense.
Why taunt his finace?
It didn't make sense.
But did i care anymore?
Nothing made sense. Nothing.
I ignored Lisa.
I wasn't defencless little Lizzy.

Her fingers bl4d as she played the song again.
And again.
It was her curse.
To play.
Her hair was twisted.
Her fingers numb.
The pain continuing.
Never ending.
The instrument was in horrible shape.
But it looked better than the girl.
Because she was frozen, contorted between the pain and frustration.
She couldn't move.
The pain too much.
Wishing her vision to dull, and the song to end.
But it never did.
This was a /curse/.
It was supposed to never end.
And it never ended.
And the pain ripped her apart slowly.
She would d!e, unknown.

“ ASH ”
The screaming woke me up.
My brother was there.
And so was Anya.
Anya. The girl I rejected. The one I teased.
And she had saved me
Her voice was cracked as she craddled me.
How?
I had rejected her. Hated her. And she was here, caring for me.
This doesn't make sense.
Actually, nothing makes sense.
My head was spinning.
And my vision was dulling again.
But Anya kept me close “I'll get you through this”

That promise saved my life.

₊˚ daily #3 ₊˚
{write a story about when you helped someone}

My brother, you see, has a strange obsession with his school jumper. He doesn't wear it, he drags it around and talks to it; as if it was a real person!
At lunch, instead of putting it away he holds onto it and plays games with friends in my year.
The day this started was quite late at break, and I was chatting with my friends about harry potter. I suppose my brother was having fun throwing his jumper to the most popular friend group. I guess my brother was enjoying the time, but it turns out that someone decided to do a more energetic pass, and it ended up next door in the construction place!
I, before i got called by them, had no idea that was going on. But as soon as I got called by a desperate group, I raced to where my brother was sobbing, crumpled on the floor. His ruffled blonde hair was dirty, and his face was dripping with tears. He kept murmuring “Jumpery” over and over again.
Now, I'm no parent, just a devastated older sibling. I'm not good at this kind of things, so I did the only thing I could do.
Hug him.
I clang onto him, assuring it would be okay. However, it was pointing in the direction of a disaster, since we weren't allowed outside school grounds. While I slowly attempted to calm him down, I called for a duty teacher and Miss Ko, a young chinese woman who loved my brother,lectured us on how we couldn't get it.
I did the only thing I would do: stand up and say that everyone had to try and help Joe instead of fussing about the jumper, or Joe would call ‘Jumpery’.
My brother- he didn't do anything other than hold his face into my jumper, and moan softly.
And then I remembered that he always wanted to do stuff with my friends. So I said:
“ Why don't you, you know, hang out with me and my friends? ”
I also gave him my jumper. “You'll need it, its cold today”
And thanks to me, I guess Joe didn't have a meltdown.
He also got his jumper back with me.

I'm so powerful *scream*

Character reference sheet for Keefe Sencen (keeper of the lost cities)
Series continuing or ended?: Continuing

Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: straight (?)
Species: elf

Strengths:Witty, Intelligant, Kind, selfless.
(former) strengths: Joker, has a joke at everything.
Weaknesses: Will do anything for a friend, constantly blames himself, reckless.
(former) weaknesses: Hides behind jokes.
General view of life: hateful/hopeless, later develops into purposeful, later develops into resigned/submissive

Relationships:
- romantic interest: Sophie foster (sokeefe for the win)
- friends: Sophie Foster, Fitz Vacker, Dex Dizznee, Biana Vacker
- other friends: Linh Song, Tam Song.
- family: Cassuis Sencen (father) Gisela Sencen (mother)
Tendencies:
- Blames everything on himself
Improvement: slightly improving (?)
- Hides behind jokes
Improvement: improved
- Keeps stuff to himself
Improvement: slowly improving
- Disobidient when he is ordered to do something
Improvement: no improvement, staying the same

Situations:
Loss of a friend:
- Distraught, mentally having a break down
- Refuses to do stuff, putting him into a bad mental state
- Self-guilt, thinks a /lot/ about how he could stop it.
-Outcome is putting himself in a horrible mental and physical state while dealing with /a lot/ of grief.
Romantic struggles:
- Pretends to not feel hurt
- Hides his fury/sadness behind jokes.
- Denies jelousy.
- Outcome is pretending not to mind
Helping others:
- Finds happiness
- Will not ask for help, tries to help on his own
- Does everything he can to finish the task
- Outcome is trying to complete a task on his own and doing whatever he can to do it

weekly #1 part #1 part #2
Your character is pulling a prank but something goes wrong


“Perfect!” Keefe's excited tone was littered with mischief and there was no hint of sarcasm.
Something had to be up- was it a new prank?
It seemed so.
“When Dex uses this soap after washing his
hands, his hair will go bubblegum pink!” Keefe obviosly was proud of his invention, even through the outcome actually wasn't too funny. After all, he could have done something that made him furry or something a /bit/ more- you know, exciting.
But the elixir would make Dex's hair go all fluffy and feathery. So it was worth it.
As Keefe wrapped the soft milky white soap in the rough covering, he got an idea. He poured the nearest bottle, assumming it was hand sanitizer. But it wasn't. It really wasn't.
As Keefe held up his blue hinted crystal, he had no idea that the prank would change his life forever. Forever.

“Hey Foster” Keefe smirked as he leaned against the stone wall at Foxfire “So like why am i getting panic vibes? It's shaking my groove.” He normaly wouldn't say “cool dude” stuff, but this was Foster!
Sophie tugged on her eyelash “Keefe. We need to talk”
“Sure foster” Keefe replied, but he seriosly considered vomiting. What was with Foster's emotions today? They were all icky, and made him want to punch himself right in the stomach.
Dragging Sophie around the corner, Keefe asked, biting his lip and fidgeting badly “So what is it.”

Sophie's voice turned deadly, and her tone cut through his brain “Have you pranked Dex lately? He hasn't been coming to Foxfire-”
Keefe stopped suddenly, his heart beat slowing down and suddenly the air became thinner. As he struggled to breathe he wheazed:
“What does Dex keep in the bathroom?”
“ SO YOU PRANKED HIM? ” Sophie shouted, angry and mad. “HE MIGHT BE DEAD- BECAUSE OF YOU! ”
“I'm so sorry, Foster.” Keefe whispered.
“WELL LETS MAKE SURE HE'S OKAY”
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At Rimeshire, the cold air was numb as they rushed into the bathroom. Leaning against the door, unconsios, was Dex.
Keefe's scream's rang out around the hall. Sophie ran in “KEEFE-”
Then he noticed the bottle, with its flamingo pink lable and its soft blue base.
“Huh?” He whispered. There seemed to be some writing on the bottle that hadn't been there.
He got closer, and as he read the words he paled.
The bottle he had squirted onto the soap was labeled “Soprodine”

Sophie's voice turned deadly, and her tone cut through his brain “Have you pranked Dex lately? He hasn't been coming to Foxfire-”
Keefe stopped suddenly, his heart beat slowing down and suddenly the air became thinner. As he struggled to breathe he wheazed:
“What does Dex keep in the bathroom?”
“ SO YOU PRANKED HIM? ” Sophie shouted, angry and mad. “HE MIGHT BE DEAD- BECAUSE OF YOU! ”
“I'm so sorry, Foster.” Keefe whispered.
“WELL LETS MAKE SURE HE'S OKAY”
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At Rimeshire, the cold air was numb as they rushed into the bathroom. Leaning against the door, unconsios, was Dex.
The bottle he had squirted onto the soap was labeled “Soprodine”

Weekly 1 Part 2.1
Luna Lovegood is a creative student, who is straightforward and honest. Her tone is always a bit dreamy, marking the fact of her creativity. When communicating, she makes it clear that she believes very strongly in her opinions. Her tone never reaches aggressive, a point that shows her friendly personality. Her words also are soft and quite, as if her thoughts were distant. Another thing worth mentioning, she is known for her tone staying the same even when she needs to express herself. Many people would say she was ‘always distant’ but in fact that was not true. Her tone was always quiet, it wasn't because she wasn't listening.
Ginny Weasley is a bold, fiesty girl. When communicating, she is straightforward and doesn't hold her opinions back. She is a brave character and portrayed in the books to have a harsh, but still resonably gentle voice. When Ginny's temper rises, her volume goes higher and her voice ‘puts down hopes’. When feeling down she hides her feelings. Ginny is strong and bold. She has strong beliefs and doesn't hesitate to fight back vocally. Ginny, when she needs to, twists truth with lies to help. With her sarcastic comments and sassy remarks , Ginny is a remarkable character that should be respected.

Daily #3

Vagueness
Ada sat down next to the girl reading a dictionary. “Hi. Whats your name?”
The girl turned to face Ada, before glaring down at her dictionary and flipping the pages “Oh, a name is something you are called by.”
Ada took a deep breath and tried a different approach “What are you called?”
The girl flashed a smile and pushed her glasses up “Why, my name.”
Ada smacked her forehead and sighed. This was clearly not working “Ugh, never mind.
”Okay“ The girl replied and started scanning her book again.
”So, how old are you“
”My age? And by ‘age’ who do you refer to?“
”Um, you?“
”And by ‘you’ you mean?“
Ada sniffed in disbelief ”Um, you. Like you. The girl reading the book.“
”I can not answer given the context is gramaticly incorrect“
”Argh. How is it incorrect?“
”'Argh' is not a word- so replying would be impossible. So would ‘um’~“
”Okay, The girl reading the book.“
”Like oh gosh that is so not correct, so no answer given.“
”WHY“
”Uh, I'm reading a /dictionary/ not a book“
”Okay, so, my first question: what is your name?“
”Who's name? Yours?Well, I don't know. Maybe you should tell me before asking me!“
Ada sighed. This was hopeless.
”But wait at /least/ tell me something about you!“
The girl looked at Ada quickly ”Like what?“
”I don't know, your favourite animal or colour- I don't know!“
”Ugh, well, can you /edit/ that sentence?“
”ARGH JUST TELL ME SOMETHING“
”Your grammer is stupid“
”Oh gosh- you /don't/get it. I want to know about you.“
”But why.Give me a reasonable explenation“
”Uh- okay, so, I guess that it makes new friends“
”Why would I want friends?“
Ada smacked her head again ”You're very unsocial“
She answered with a simple ”Yes, I am."
ambiguity
“Hi, have you heard about James?”
“What about James?”
“He was riding in town watching the bus, and its tire got punctured.
”Oh gosh, was everyone on the bus okay?“
”What about the bus?“
”It broke down!“
”It did?“
”Yes. You said so-“
”-No, I told you about his bike tire getting punctured.
“No way, you said he was watching the /bus/ and it got punctured.”
“Exactly! His wheel did get punctured!”
“Ugh, we're not getting anywhere”
“No, it isn't getting anywhere! It got /punctured/!”
“I didn't say anything about the bus-”
“Uh, yes you did. You just said that it wasn't going to go anywhere.”
“I was talking about arguing!”
“Who did you argue with? I'm betting his sister”
“Huh, I don't have a sister. And i was talking about /us/ fighting!”
"Uh of course you don't have a sister. Duh.“
”But you just bet that i was arguing with my sister!“
”No! I was talking about you and James's/ sister!“
”That doesn't make sense!Why would I be fighting with James's sister?“
”I don't know, but you do do afterschool care on the same days.“
”Gosh, no. She does it on tuesday!“
”I'm not talking about what she does on tuesday. If you want to know, take my guess.“
”This is impossible“
”Everything is“
”Ugh, yes.“
”Did you hear about how James spent an hour dragging his bike back?“
”What?“
”Let me repeat: Did you hear about how James spent an hour dragging his bike back?“
”I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOU TO REPEAT IT“
”Bruh, yes you did. You literally said that.“
”No. You must have mistaken“
”I guess.“
”You guess what?“
”I was agreeing, not guessing.“
”Agreeing? What did you agree too?“
”Uh, I was agreeing to what you said“
”Okay, coool "

Weekly #1 Part #2.2
Scene from Luna's perspective
I bit my lip as the door creaked over. As I peeked over the new issue of the quibbler [issue 37], I saw Ginny leading Harry and Neville into the cabin. They looked interesting, but the article was so much more exciting.
Ginny stepped into carriage, and pushed Neville inside. Pfft- Neville was /afraid/ of me.
That was silly.
Harry- with his lightning scar and bright green eyes. He was fidgeting and I gave him a pity look, seeing that Ron and Hermione weren't there. He must have missed out on being a prefect.
Oh well, I hid my face under the book cover and scanned the ancient ruins and flipped the page over.
Neville was whimpering and I rolled my eyes.
Pathetic.
But honestly? I don't blame him. The rumors going around the school- it was enough to make harry scared.
At least he hadn't heard them.
I didn't need to be embarresed by harry.
The cabin creaked over again, and I had no idea what time it was. I didn't care.
Ron, freckled redheaded boy, stumbled in, gasping. Hermione joined, her bushy hair glistened with sweat.
Ginny got up to spare me (oh she is amazing) and closed the door. “How was it?”
Ron replied by stamping his foot “HORRIBLE-”
Hermione rolled her eyes “No, but harry, /draco/ is a prefect!”
Harry sighed unenthousiasticly.
“You went to the ball with Parvati Patil” The words slipped out before I could shield them. Protect my knowledge.
We had went over to the yule ball last year in our chats, and I had to interrupt.
I focused on Ron “Parvati said that you didn't treat her well. You didn't dance with her”
Ron looked at me “So?” and blushed bright red.
I bit my lip and went back to my book.
She insulted my father
We had been talking about, well, books.
And hermione said that fathers quibbler was rubbish
I hate that girl

Daily #4
Don't judge a book by its cover
I guess its true.
After all I've been through, it should be obvios.
But it isn't.
I'm not sure that I should be explaining, since i guess that the words would come back and punch me in the stomach.
But honestly? I don't care.
I'm already in a terrible situation.
Why don't I make it worse?

It all started at my locker. It was just like the others, blank and grey. I hadn't even bothered changing the inside. It was blank.
Boring.
But still, the story must start where it started.
So, as I pulled out the book and the uncompleted essay. Everything was normal. Quiet and normal.
But I noticed something. Instead of the french book titled ‘Le bal ’ze ‘ I happened to have a crusty, old beaten up book.
It was decorated with ginger cats and barking dogs, pale unicorns and demons with sharp, red horns.
It was labeled ’Porshena'
I tossed it aside, it didn't interest me.
I mean, flying unicorns? So not me. So not me.
I probably should have wondered how it got there. But hey, I'm /very/ antisocial, and /probably/ need therapy, so I'm not one to think about that kind of stuff.
If i did, I might have to speak.
Stand up to others.
And I /can't/ do that.
So don't blame me.
I just tossed it aside, onto the stone floor.
If I hadn't done that, I might have had a better life.
If I hadn't judged a book by its cover.
And as I sit in the dark, gloomy cell, I think.
What was inside the book?
I know I'm to blame for the doom our world is in.
But at least they won't ever know my name.
Because I am dying.
But maybe it will be better this way?
I don't know.
Because I am dying

Weekly #1 Part #2.2
Ginny's perspective
I opened the door.
Neville was whimpering- what was wrong with that boy.
Harry was hiding his tears behind his jokes. I'm the only one who understands him.
And I was fighting back from snorting with laughter. Luna isn't that bad, she's actually great. But I guess nobodys used to her?
Anyway, Luna, as I pulshed the door open, was her usual self.
Reading the quibbler upside down (the article must be /very/ interesting) with her glasses on. The ones with the weird lenses that give off owl vibes.
Heh.
Neville was literally trembling as he sat down, staring at Luna.
And Harry? Oh well, he was okay. Just keeping it together, and bored and emotionless, but okay.
After all he's benn through, I'm not suprised about his state.
But back to the scene.
We all sat down, and Luna started to talk more.
And Harry seemed to be getting interested.
Good.
It had been a while, and I had already eaten a lot of the sweets before the door creaked open again and Ron and Hermione entered.
Ron- oh ron- was tired, but seemed to be punching the floor. I really don't want to know what happened.
And Hermione?
I don't really have anything against her, but lets just say she looked like she had been bossing people around.
The conversation swiftly changed and I didn't really, honestly like the fact that the Yule Ball entered the chat.
I /really/ don't want to talk about what happened after it.
Ron would hate me for it.
Say I'm too young.
So, lets say that I was quiet.
Luna was having the time of her life (I guess?), chatting and having an opinion.
Must be a change for her.
But everything went badly since Hermione insulted Luna's quibbler.

Weekly #1 Part #3
A soulmate AU
A modern AU
Enemies to Lovers

It isn't my fault
Its true.
Yes, everyone else has an idea of their soulmate, but it doesn't matter.
Yes, I don't have one yet, but who cares?
Those are always my thoughts.
But everyone is always whispering “Why doesn't Tam have a soulmate yet?”
It hurts.
So much.
So much
I wish I had magical powers, like shadow control or something so that I could blast everyone who secretly taunts me.
I would have so much pleasure.
So. Much. Pleasure.
Anyway, the only person who doesn't tease me, is Keefe.
And I hate him.
His stupid, ugly comments, his flirty personality- its overwhelming.
And his snappy remarks.
Ugh. I just hate him.
He hasn't got his soulmate either, but everyone thinks thats fine because,like, he's Mr. Popularity.
Ugh.
Keefe came over, his smirk giving me a feeling of hate. It took all my energy not to punch him.
So I told myself, what has he done to you?
And- wow- there was a /long/ list.
So, to distract myself, I reached into my leather bag and flipped to the closest book.
'Soulmates are found when they make each other feel a feeling only them could make them. The emotion also varies from personalities-'
Ugh. Not helping.
As I reached out to stuff the book in my bag, a single tear escaped.
Keefe looked at me quietly “Are you okay?” His tone was smirky, but their was also a hint of-
Symapthy.
Love.
He looked at me again, as if nothing had happened. Then he ran off.
I looked at the back of my hand. As my eyes went down the page, panic tore down my face and I gagged.
Need. More. Air.
I gasped for breath as it hit me.
Sympathy was my emotion.
And Keefe had given me it.
It was a sickining thought, but a true one.
And then I though:
What has he done?
Everything had been provoked, and I was /hating/ him.
For no reason.
And then I realised, I cared for him.
When I was upset, he had helped me.
And me?
Had I ever hurt him?
No.
I had made sure it wouldn't hurt him before using the prank.
And yes, we were both males- but that just doesn't matter.
We might be scorned but.
It would be better.
Then I realised; it would take time for us to heal. We couldn't jump into a relationship straight away.
We had to mend. Stich the relationship back up together.
Then we could think big.
So I decided to apoligise.
“Heyy-” Keefe whispered, obviosly stalling.
I took in a deep breath “I'm so sorry”
I didn't know what was going to happen, but honestly?
I was hoping for him to forgive me.
Keefe replied “You made me feel my emotion, empathy.”
I added quickly “Mine was- was- sympathy”
Keefe closed the gap “I want to start small, but-”
I finished it for him “Its impossible too”
We took a step forward and I grabbed his hand. “What about the scorn?”
The scorn. Everyone would- I mean, this would /not/ be allowed by their rules. It would sink Keefe, and possibly drown me. I didn't want it. But what do I do?
Keefe interupted “Don't worry, their just jealous”

“Ey, this isn't too bad” Keefe whispered, cradeling me.
I pushed him back playfully “I- no, it isn't”
“Exactly. I'm always right.”
I'd gotten used to Keefe. His personality? Fine. His teases? Amazing.
And he was ready too- nevermind. Its too hard.
I had rejected him, saying it was too soon.
So we were staying.
We had almost finished school. I was so glad- even through the scorns were small, they were there.
And actually?
I didn't care.
No. Not at all.
Why would I?
And I had made a few friends.
Lila, and Pre. So had Keefe.
So, like, it wasn't so bad.
I had /finally/ found my soul mate.
After all those years of waiting, I had found them.
I didn't fit in, but I had never wanted too.
Now, the next step:
Love
As I walked out the door, my grades underneath my arm I strode out.
My last thought was:
I love beign different

Daily #5
Aquarios rocks!

“Argh.” I bleakly sighed. “Ugh.”
Brook came over, flashing a newspaper worthy smile and parading a new scouts badge.
Usually I would be interested, or ignore her provokes.
But this time was different.
I didn't hold back my emotions.
And my words?
I simply unleashed them.
“I DON'T CARE”
The words cut through the air as if it was a dagger was slicing its victim.
I didn't care.
Why should I?
Brook stumbled back, as if I had taken a blow at her.
Actually, I probably had.
Mentally.
Her pride was /hurt/.
She stared at me before scampering to a few “beatifull” girls.
Ha.
I liked this new feeling.
“Honor?” It was Creak, the school moniter “It appears that your-”
I screamed at him “WHAT?”
It was unfair, but he always ruined my day. Pointing out my mistakes- reccomending tutors.
I don't need tutors
Never.
Creak? He watched me gather my school things and head to class.
He whispered after me “I never told you the thing-”
I ignored him.
During class, I often slammed shut my book in frustration.
Brook, when approached me, recieved a “Whatcha doing” with a sharp tone.
Creak avoided me entirely.
And that was fine with me.
I was, in fact, pleased.
And that was a feeling I rarely got.
Heh.
This wasn't so bad.
But the next thing was.
Mr. Cela whispered into my ear “Meet me at lunch.”
I was relaxed. I /never/ got into trouble, even when I started a /food fight/
So it was going to be fine.
But I guess its different when you stand out.
As I sat in the cold, metal chair Mr. Cela have me a look.
The look.
The creepy look.
And then I heard the words:
“You are giving everyone a tough time”
I wasn't. Brook didn't care.
And Creak?
He doesn't matter.
So before Mr. Cela could talk, I let out all my emotions out.
The screams, the cries, the whisperes all leaked out.
It felt good.
It was like ranting, but just letting your emotions go.
But Mr. Cela hated it.
He was threatening me.
And I wasn't stopping.
Now it was all rage.
Screams.
Cries.
Shouts.
All the words I had kept bundled up for so long.
I let them free.
No matter the yells from Mr. Cela, it kept going.
I fell into a numb trance, continuing to shreak, but the noise muffled.
But I'm guessing Mr. Cela heard it all.
Everything I couldn't say before.
The rage for Brook.
Creak.
School.
My parents.
Homework.
Everthing
And now I stopped.
Slowly.
The emotions poured out, but slowly dripped out before it came to a stop.
It was relaxing.
So. Relaxing.
But Mr. Cela didn't like it.
At all.
But why should I care?
I had cared for so long, even worrying abiut being told off for having lopsided shoelaces.
But I didn't care any more.
I only craved for more.
Emotions.
Rage.
To show.
Because I had stayed hidden for too long.
It was time to show.
I would never be scared again.
I could just scream.
And rant.
It might not be the perfect sulution.
But it was good enough.
It was good enough

Weekly #1 Part #4

The crowd ran through the gates, yelling to each other and rushing into the building.
And I was one of them
Racing to be the first in line, with their bags shoved over their shoulders and the trunks being pushed inside.
I was one of them
And it was fun
My sister? She wasn't enjoying it. Leaving me? Staying behind?
No.
That was /not/ her thing.
I stopped to hug her, picking her up and cradeling her “Don't worry, Its going to be okay.”
And /then/ I started sprinting.
As I zipped through the warm, pale yellow walls I reached the brass doornob.
This was the time.
Ms. Blay saw me and gave me a big, warm smile. As I shrugged off my bag I slumped into the nearest chair, waiting for my appointment.
And waiting.
And waiting some more-
“Ms. Beige”
I stood up, panic vanishing as I say Ms. Blay's friendly face. “Hey Ms. Blay”
She smiled “Hi, Misty.”
I grinned. I went by Misty, Madison or Madeline, and Ms. Blay always seemed attached to calling me Misty.
Now I had to talk about the scary part about signing in.
“What is my cabin?”
She laughed. “Why, Dear, you're in Fantasy”
I sighed, relieved. I only wanted to be in Adventure or Fantasy, and I guess I got my wish!
Phew.
I'm /so/ glad.
So very glad.
I picked up my worn, old backpack and slung it over my shoulder.
I looked like a hiker.
Ready to hitch up the new session.
Heh.
As I opened the door, Sky ran up to me. “Hey Maggie!”
Her long, twisty brown hair was shiny, and her confused expression had a simple bit of excitment that was always hidden away.
“We're in the same cabin!”
I smiled “Yeah.”
The door slammed open and Charlie, with his big smirk on trampled in.
He looked at me with an evil glint in his eye.
Just like:
“I'm ready to taunt and tease and bully you.”
Ugh.
Just Ugh.
Ugh.
Then I saw the best part: The bunk beds.
Each one had one shiny one at the top, then a big middle- and /then/ a pretty bottom.
Charlie hadn't gotten the top one for the left side, so I grabbed it.
Slammed my bag down on it, and jumped down, a proud glow rising in my emotions.
And Charlie?
He was shocked.
Speachless.
But then he was angry.
And mad.
So. Mad.
But /Charlie/ doesn't show his anger with shouts.
No.
He shows it with teases, when I'm all alone.
And he makes a fuss.
He slumped into one of the lovely, wooden chairs and tore his hand through his hair.
“NO- I MUST HAVE THE BED”
Fake, nasty tears filled his eyes “PLEASE, SKY-”
Sky looked at him quickly, disgust filling his face. “Gosh, Charlie,- GET UP. IT ISN'T A BIG DEAL.”
Charlie quickly sniffed convincingly.
But at least /Sky/ isn't fooled.
At least she isn't.
So she just said “Good. Maggie, whats your word goal?”
I was shocked “But we aren't submitting ours until tommorrow-
”No-“ Sky shook her head ”I just want to know“
”Oh.“ I replied ”Well, I think maybe 10 or 12k “
She nodded aproveling ”Great. And charlie?“
Charlie looked up.
”Well, please don't choose until the others ar4rive."
He growled and whined as she left, and I followed.
Being alone with /Charlie/?
I'd pass-
It was 8:00 pm.
Everyone had arrived and dumped their belongings on a bunkbed.
Charlie had taken the other high one.
Ugh.
But that was fine with me.
It didn't really matter, anyway.
All of us have a place for use to keep are stuff we need regulary next to the bed, a hole in the wall (basically).
We had stuffed our belongings in their.
And now we just waited.
Sleep?
It was not the swc way.
But still, we all ended up asleep.
And /that/ was fine with me.
In fact, everything right now was.
As I tucked Polly, my toy I couldn't sleep without, under my arm, I fell asleep.
Dreaming.
About fun stuff.
Such as the cabin wars (they are /so/ fun) and breaking up with allies.
Ah.
And as I woke up the next day, I was ready.
/So/ ready.
Because this session we were going to blast it.
And now, I remembered the rule:
Sleep < SWC

Daily #7
Burn
Everything.
Burn
The seats, the cages, me!
I don't understand.
Why me?
They created me-
How.
And then the pain encreased.
Everything dulled and everything went dim.
Burn
Fire raged and the blisters raged.
Agony.
Agony
I screamed.
And then the car burst into flames.
My brother-
He lay unconsios, his breaths short and quick. He strugged to breathe.
Burn
I had been a sea child, always playing.
Always pretending to control the water, the master of the ship.
But I had been encouraged.
By the people trying to kill me.
What was the point?
Why kill me?
The had created me.
Was I?
Broken?
Why?
I needed to know.
I need to relive the days.
The nice days.
Where the crowd left me speachless with the praise.
And the songs I sang.
The young, youthful people drinking up the lyrics and singing them.
The catchy tunes I composed and had them hum them.
Those were the good days.
Before the messages.
But this had always been coming.
I had been broken at a young age.
Them comunicating with me and slowly getting to me, mentally torturing me.
I had been broken.
But now the bullets dragged me down.
The sharp comments I had stood with, the emotions I had handeled- they came down.
Burn
The pain- it was to much.
My brother gasped, and as I saw his pale, matted hair the air became thinner.
I choked, the air escaping. I sank to my knees.
This was like after I had been dunked, swimming.
The sudden panic rose as you gagged, swallowing water.
But this was different.
Because the fire kept coming.
The white, glowing sparks flicked through the air. Larger cluster's raged through the ground, ripping away my life.
My brother, squealing. His eyes flicking other as the fire overwhelmed him.
He lay down, he lay down giving up.
Ready for the burn.
Ready for the death.
I had never told him to give up, he was a strong boy who was mentally able.
Why give up?
He had been raised to never lose hope.
But he had lost all of that.
Why?
My love.
My brother.
I loved him.
I couldn't live without him.
Please.
Tears filled my eyes, pouring out and dripping onto the floor.
The fire singed, but came back.
Faith
Faith
I needed it.
I used to have it.
Me and my brother, we had faith in each other, we loved each other. We trusted.
But that hope was gone.
I /needed/ him.
I couldn't survive without him.
Burn

Herb slipped out onto the silver ledge.
She stared at the crying couple, one lying down, pain etched across her face, and a male; his face contorted with smirk.
Herb stayed still. She knew what was happening.
“I refuse” Crest whispered, dragging himself to the edge “I'm sick of all of you”
The female, Sun, cried back “You-you can't leave me” She yelled, but as she attemted to stand up, she youled in pain. “Ah- Crest, they are comign!”
Crest had vanished.
As Sun sobbed, Herb stood out of her hiding place “I'm so sorry, Sun. I really am.”
Sun spotted her “Herb, they're coming!”
It was noon, and Herb held out the small, white winglet. “It is a female!”
Sun stood up, pride glowing through her expression. “Ester will be excited- kinda. Brook and Brooklyne? They will /love/ her.”
Herb nodded “They will.”

“Open your eyes, Winglet.” The soft, soothing voice made me smile. It /was/ a strange voice, but the tone seemed to- to assure me it would be okay.
I blinked, and the world came into veiw. It was a sunny afternoon, with a few clouds. Water was shining up from the bank, and the sound of laughter rang out throughout the island.
The voice belonged to a young adult Winglet. She had shiny golden tips of her ears and paws, and her eyes were sparkling purple. “Hello, Kit.” She whispered, the soothing feeling filling again.
I blinked again. As I went to move my mouth, no sound came out.
“Don't worry, kit, you will be able to talk when you eat some food”
I grabbed a small piece of fish, before digging my teeth into the tender flesh.
It taste like roasted chicken, and the taste filled my mouth.
It was like eating sunshine.
“Um, okay” I whispered into her fur.
“Okay?” The female smiled “So, I'm your mother. My name is Sun.”
I replied, somewhat okay with the news “So, whats my name?”
“Well dear, I like Bea. ”
Bea. It sounded nice, but what was I supposed to know?
“Are you fine with that?”
I was overwhelmed my a sudden drousyness. I nodded my head weekly.
Another female entered “Is she okay?”
My Mother nodded “Yes. Thanks, Herb”
I was shocked. Herb? Huh?
'Herb' grinned at me “Hello, little Bea.”
A small voice interrupted quietly “Can we come in, Mum?”
Mother sighed and rolled her eyes “Yes, brook.”
I bit my lip. I had siblings. Would Mother still care for me with another one?
But instead of the young male I was expecting, 3 children stepped in. “Hi Mother.” They chorused.
Mother held onto me “Kids, please be a little gentle on young Bea.”
The oldest, a female with gentle blue wings smirked. “Mum, please remember that I'm Ester. Amazing Ester. Awesome Ester”
The others laughed in harmony “Minus the awesome/amazing part” They sniggered.
Ester snorted “Okay, Bea, I'm Ester, the oldest here.”
“And we're Brook and Brooklyne, the amazing twins”
“Minus the amazing part” Ester quoted.
Mother shooed them away “Go, let Bea sleep”
I woke up starving. Mother was asleep, so I slipped out of her reach and tiptoed to the food pile. Mother said I could get some whenever I wanted, and I really needed some rightnow, so I snuck a small fish and went to bed.
Mother knew what I had done, and smiled sleepily as I got back into her gentle reach.
It was morning, and Ester, Brook and Brooklyne were eating with us. Mother was busy explaining me the customs of our ‘clan’ and my siblings seemed determedned to help.
It honestly ended up in chaos, so Mother decided to lend me a “stone book”
I pulled some moss over me, and started to read.

Praise raised my tone, droplets of hate and anger filling the voice with a hateful volume. I knew it wasn't right, and it was a terrible thing to say, but it needed to happen. It really needed to happen.
As my words sliced out, I dropped out all my emotions I had bundled up. But that was a mistake. Pity poured out, and empathy. The feelings they didn't deserve. But what could I do? I'm not strong. I'm never strong. I can't change a thing. I just, pour out my emotions, and wait for them to hit me. Its actually not that bad. I mean, please, seeing the petrified face of my victim. The latest bully I had outsmarted.
I would go for prison to see that look again.
I loved it because I had been taught to be weak. Less strong than everyone else. So seeing me being equal to someone, it meant a lot. It really meant a lot.
The bully would go through the stages of shock: the fear, trembing, then the denial, the glaring denial I hated. After that, the last stage of shcok. The trembling, collapsing. That was the most satisfyign stage; were I could make a difference and show them I was not much different.
Because I was simular.
It wasn't my fault- I was a normal kid.
Well, I was.
Not any more.
Everything had changed after I discovered myself: my pronouns, and my sexuality.
I never understood the whole ‘hate’ thing, so I had just told all of them straight out that I used they/them pronouns, and that I'm a lesban.
Boy, that was a mistake.
Becuase they don't understand.
I just wanted, you know, to be treated like I wanted to be, and at least get the gender I knew I was.
But that didn't work out.
Because they wanted us to be straight, and just use the pronouns they had at birth.
It really wasn't fair.
But it was what it was.