Friday, September 26, 2008

HELP!!!!!!!
Okay, so I want to write a fanfic about how two characters fall in love, suffer the consequences of their age difference, and have to deny their love around others so they both aren't mauled by those who don't approve. The only question is... Should their love scene be hardcore or not?
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Does anyone like my background?
Look above me hearties.
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Friday, September 5, 2008

Insanity
My German teacher is crazy. Here are some quotes:

"The wall is your friend"

"If the yogurt machine won't stop yog-ing"

"Crest Tartar control is like cement"

I love German class
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Monday, September 1, 2008

Thonk
I had a slight disagreement (for lack of a better word) with my boyfriend.
Him: Aaah! I made you angry! I'm so sorry! Don't leave me! I promise I won't do it again! Man, I'm such a friggin' jerk!
Me: .... please stop having a heart attack?

You can't get mad at men who freak out if they think you're mad and then grovel at your feet. *rolls eyes*

That's why I love him in all his panicky glory.
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Saturday, August 23, 2008

I love this commercial!
I have no idea whether you'll have to type this in or it'll just show it, but I LOVE this commercial! Micheal Phelps is hilarious!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_R228MSqhm8

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Thursday, August 21, 2008

Just a boy Part Five
James sat laughing in the car with Boaz, his guardian. Boaz had taken him in after his aunt was sent to prison, seeing as he was his father's best friend. After a long four years, James was being sent to a public school. As they pulled up, Boaz patted his arm and grinned. "You'll do fine. Just remember to have fun and not get kicked out for insanity."

James laughed, and got out of the car. Running up the steps of the school, he tore down the halls, pausing only to ask for directions. He burst into the room, shouting, "Howdy ya'll! My name is James, and I'm your brand spanking new classmate!"

The silence that greeted him was broken by two things, a rowdy boy with a green mowhawk that laughed, and a sweet voice that yelled, "James!"

Turning, James burst into laughter as he saw Heather. Shocking her and everyone else by tackling her, he hugged his old friend. The rest of the day he spent sneaking a phone call to Boaz to see if she could come by after school, and cleverly keeping her from realizing he had a new guardian.

On the ride home, she told him softly, "I'm sorry I moved, James. I told my parents, but they got upset and transferred me. I had no choice."

James patted her arm, and smiled a sad smile. "It's all right, everything worked out."

"But it didn't! You're still stuck with her!" she exclaimed.

As James left the bus for the house, he grinned mischieviously and said, "Am I?"

Then he kicked open his front door and bellowed, "Boaz! I'm home! And I brought home a girl!"

Boaz's lean figure appeared in the hall, smiling his serene smile. "You make it sound like you're forcing her to marry you," he said mildly, and shook her hand.

"That's a good idea," James mused, and Boaz rolled his eyes.

The rest of the evening was spent with James cracking jokes and Boaz retorting with sarcasm. To James' delight, Heather laughed at all his jokes. Just before she left, she kissed him briefly on the lips and said, "Bye James."

Unsure and thrown off, James waved enthusiastically and shouted, "Byeeeeeeee Heather!!!!!"

After she had left, Boaz took one look at James' face and said, "Smooth."

"Shut up!"
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Just a boy Part Four
The beatings were more frequent now, and school became sporadic. It was hard to attend when his ribs were cracked from "falling down stairs" or his wrist broken from "skateboarding".

Life became nothing for James. Everything hurt. His body, his mind, his heart. Every night he would dream of Heather, and every morning he'd wake up screaming for her to come back. His heart hurt so bad... Physical pain was nothing. He was breaking.

After the last incident including a broken arm from "skiing", one kid at school boldly asked, "How'd you get hurt this time?"

James' head spun. Pain, pain, pain. The quiet part of him shattered. "My aunt beat me again!" he screamed.

The classroom went silent. The teacher pulled him out. The counsellor talked to him in that irksome, quiet, slow voice. James didn't care if they believed him. Nothing hurt anymore. He told them so. That caused a stir.

"Are you making this up?" the counsellor asked him.

James stared into his eyes. "What do I have to gain?"

Silence.

"I don't care if you believe me."

"You've said that."

"It's true. If you don't, and you tell her, she'll probably kill me."

More silence.

"I won't mind that. It'll stop the hurting."

"James-"

"If I die, I'll forgive you. Not her though."

The counsellor sank his head into his hands.

"Do you not believe me?"

"I believe you James. I'm going to get you out of this."

James looked at him, those dusty blue eyes blank and emotionless. "Good luck with that, then."
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Just a boy Part Three
A year had gone by, and James had slowly shed his shyness. Around Heather, his newfound best friend, he had slowly gained confidence in himself. Soon his dusty blue eyes met others and did not waver, and his voice grew louder, enough to be heard properly. It was time for summer vacation, and before he boarded the train, he embraced Heather and gave her his phone number. "Call me. We can try to see each other over the holiday."

He arrived at his aunt's house, and remembered to speak softly and not meet her eyes. But a week rolled by, and the phone rang for him. Picking it up, he recognized Heather's voice and began to laugh and talk with her. Her voice was sweet as it said, "Want to stay at my place for a week?"

Forgetting everything, James laughed, "I'll go ask."

Setting the phone down gently, he entered the living room where his aunt was sitting. With a smile, he said cheerfully, "Aunt, a friend of mine from school is on the phone. She wants to know if I can stay over at her place for a week."

His aunt's back was stiff. "A... friend?" she said, her voice dangerously soft. It was soft as silk, but with an edge like a hidden knife waiting to pierce you. His heart pounded in his chest. Then his aunt was upon him, striking him across the face. Startled, he fell back, and she began to hit him as hard as she could. Terrified, he raised a hand to shield himself.

Between each strike, she screamed, "No one would want to be friends with you! You're a wretched creature that no sane person would care for! How dare you inflict this poor child with your miserable life?!"

He curled up, praying she wouldn't kill him. With a shock like lightning, he realized he hadn't hung up. Heather could hear as his aunt screamed at him, hear him as he cried out. "Aunt!" he screamed, frantic that Heather not hear his suffering. "Heather's still on the phone! She can still hear you!"

His aunt froze, then walked over to the phone and picked it up with a deadly calm. "Hello? Heather, is it? Listen to me. My nephew is no good to you. I advise you to cut yourself off from him. Leave him to his misery. Transfer schools. Change your phone number. It's up to you." With that, she hung up, ending all things dear to me.

When autumn came around again, Heather had transferred to another boarding school.
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Thursday, August 7, 2008

Just a boy Part Two
He was twelve now, and he was enrolled in a boarding school three hours away from home. His aunt had told him bitterly, "I'm sick of you hanging around, so you're going to a school very far away." He said nothing, staring at the floor until she snapped at him to go away.

Now he was standing in front of the class, his soft brown hair short and his dusty blue eyes fixed on the floor like it was the most important thing in the world. The teacher touched his shoulder and said in her cheery voice, "Introduce yourself, dearie."

He started, and stammered, "Um.... my name.... is James... and ah.... I'm new here."

Blushing, he took his seat and fixed his gaze upon his desk. He heard a seat creak as the girl next to him leaned closer and said in an undertone, "Hi James, I'm Heather. Welcome to our class."

James continued to stare at his desk, but a faint smile appeared on his face as he whispered, "Nice to meet you Heather."

(( My apologies for this being so late! I've been unable to be online for a long time, so this is me breaking the rules to post! ))
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Thursday, July 31, 2008

Just a boy Part One
His dusty blue eyes were downcast as he held his aunt's hand. His smooth brown hair was cropped short, revealing his creamy white forehead. His aunt was talking to a man, her beautiful face stern. After a while, she dragged the little boy away with her, leaving the forlorn looking man behind. Peeking shyly over his shoulder, the tiny boy waved at the man with a small hand. The man smiled and waved his fingers back at the boy. His aunt noticed, and pulled him through the store as fast as she could go. Barging through the doors, she thrust the little boy into the car. She drove fast, and skidded into the driveway. Dragging him through the doors, she slammed it behind her and slapped him full across the face. "I never want to see you so much as look at that man again, do you hear me?"

The little boy gingerly touched his stinging cheek, and whispered, "But that man said he wanted to take care of me."

The woman began to strike him with hard hands. "That's because he pities me! He knows how horrible it is to take care of a wretched thing like you! But he doesn't want you either! I'm at least nice enough to take you in! I'm kind enough to give you room and feed you! I'm your real family, you understand? That man is no one! Forget him!"

When she at last stood panting above the little boy sprawled on the ground, she kicked at his shin and demanded, "Answer me!"

In a quiet voice that sounded more broken than anything else, he whispered, "Yes aunt. You're right, aunt. I'm sorry to be so rude aunt."

Her shoulders relaxed. "That's right. Now go to bed."

Painfully the child picked his bruised self off the floor, and limped upstairs where he fell on his bed and laid with his eyes closed, tears leaking slowly out of the cracked glass that was his heart.
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