Thursday, December 15, 2005

-insert Ch4-
This is where Ch4 would go, if my computer didn't freeze before I got a chance to save it. It'll be a while before I can finish again.
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   Quoth the Chadly.
While talking on the phone to Chad, he burst into song. A clip from those lyrics goes as such: "I'm the only gay eskimo in my tribe." and somethingsomething "Tarka, I only want to get in his parka."

MORE PROOF THAT CHAD'S GAY. >>
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   Rar.
I missed the bus. Again. Whee. >< I have dance auditions from 430-5 today for the musical "The Boy Friend." It's about a millionaire's daughter who goes to live in a boarding school in southern France. Instead of broadcasting "LAWL HEIRESS" to the world, she pretends to be a working girl and falls in love. Awwwwh. Well, I monolouge-and-choral auditioned yesterday, and I do say that it went very well in my opinion. ^-^ I read the monologue of Maisie, the supporting actress, I guess you could say.

"Good afternoon. My name is Danielle Riggs, and today I will be reading the monologue of Maisie. 'I know I did. But I'm worried about Polly. I made her promise to come to the Ball, but Hortense siad she was going to bed. It does seem a shame. Marry, Oh, Bobby, do you really mean it? I don't know, you must give me time to think. Until- Until midnight tonight. I'll let you know then. I promise.' (music for A Lovely Night from the Broadway musical Cinderella starts) A loooooovely night... A looooovely night. A finer night you know you'll never seeeeeeeee. You meeeet your prince, a chaaaarming prince! As charming as a prince could ever beeeee. (end music) Thank you."

I hope I get the part. ^^; I wasn't quite as good as Sarah Stephens on the monologue, even though she did Polly Browne. She was all -woomovesaroundandoverdramatizesit- and I was just all -putspassioninthewords, notmovingaroundlikeafoo'-

I'm putting my measurements on here so I don't have to write them down. (And so you can buy me clothes. >>) Yay, lazy. Bust: 45.5" Waist: 38" Hips: 47.5"

Holy Jesus. I have curves. Whee.

PLAY DETAILS:
The Boy Friend
A musical "spoof" presented by Jenks High School.
~Choreography rehearsals- January 2- January 8 (Includes two days before school is in session, all afternoons and evenings, and the entire weekend.)
~Rehearsal dates- January 9-March 1
~Performance dates- March 2-5

O.O If I make this, I'm going to be busy every day for the next two months. Oh, what I'll do for my moment in the spotlight. xD Oh well. I suppose it's better to practice lots and KNOW the lines and steps than to go out and be clueless. ><

I have a whole Jesus-load of Disney music now. ^_______^
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Ch3. o.o
I've decided to also add chapter three today. ^^;; Anyways. Mooooving on.

Chapter Three- The Hybrid and the Hater


I blink as I return from my flashback. I gasped as the memory of what happened next, and who the girl and the boy were, finally became clear and overtook me...

A biting wind chilled every pedestrian to the bone. I sat next to the corner of a building in an alley.

My midnight black hair was tangled and ratted, while the red streak remained a perfect curl.

I got a lot of dirty looks that day.

"Damned half-breeds," some whispered.

"Dirty scum," mumbled others.

"Worthless shit!" laughed a group of friends as they passed.

I just stared straight ahead with teary eyes. But there's always that one who can get under your skin.

I'd never really seen her before, but she looked so kind. She walked up to me, a girl of about eight or nine. She bent over, hands on her knees, to get down to my level.

"Hey little girl," she said with a sweet smile and a teasing voice. "Where's your mommy? Where's your daddy? Don't you have any friends? Or did they all abandon you becuase you're just a half-breed piece of shit? Just a hybrid, not even worth a flying fuck. Good-for-nothing!"

I sat there, mildly stunned. "Dead. They're all dead. They're all dead and it's all my fault," I said with tears streaming down my face.

"Awww..." she began, about to make another cruel comment.

I stood. "And you will be, too, if you even dare say another word to me."

"Ohhhhh! Is that a threat, little girl? I'm so scared," she teased.

I said nothing, and just glared up at her. I tried to focus, to harness some kind of power. 'Why won't this work for me?!' I thought.

Another girl, about the same size as the one standing before me walked up behind her.

"Hey, what's going on here," the newcomer asked. She looked at her friend and asked her, "What are you doing to her?"

I took a step back as I thought, 'Oh no... There's two of them!'

"Oh, I'm just telling this little hybrid what she is. A FREAK!" the other girl said and started to laugh as she nudged the newcomer with the pretty blue highlights and tips.

I stared at the ground as the first girl laughed and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Naga," the second girl said softly. "Hybrids are not FREAKS!!" she screamed. She kicked Naga swiftly in the gut, right into the street. "My bother is a hybrid, you jerk!"

I couldn't do anything but stare in shock.

"You... You hit me! You're a freak, too!" Naga shouted while backing up. She turned around and ran.

"Yeah, you better run," the girl called after her and turned to me. She looked down at me sweetly and smiled.

I looked up at her. "T-thank you, miss. N-no one's ever protected me like that..."

She knelt down and wiped the tear off my cheek. "No one has the right to make fun of you like that."

I hugged her around the neck quickly. "You've gotta be the nicest lady I ever met."

She smiled and hugged me back. "So, what's your name, kid?"

"Taren, what's yours?" I replied shyly.

"My name's Shinjite Sakura."

I smiled. "You have a real pretty name." I noticed someone a little taller than me peeking out from behind her and blinked. "Whozzat?"

She turned around. "Oh, that's just my little brother, Shinri. He's a little shy. Come on out, Shin."

Shinri walked to his sister's side cautiously and poked her. "Whozzat, Sister?"

"That's Taren. She's a hybrid, too."

"Whoa, cool!" he said with a big smile. "Another one just like me?"

"Not exactly," Shinjite replied, "But, yeah. Go on and say hello."

He grinned and quickly hugged the girl in front of him and stepped back. "Hi, Taren, I'm Shinri! I'm a hybrid, just like you!"

Shinjite giggled. "He's five, and I'm eight."

"Wow," I remarked. "He's five, too? So am I!"

She blinked. "Wow, I guess he is just like you."

My male counterpart and I smiled brightly and I said, "Thanks for saving me, Shinjite-sama."

She stood up, and I noticed a turquoise and black tattoo over her eye. "Where do you live, Taren-chan?"

My eyes widened slightly. "I- uhm... Nowhere, really."

Her expression saddened. "Awww. Poor thing." She patted my head and said,"Wanna come home with us?"

"Really?" I asked. I looked up at her brightly with my emerald eyes.

She nodded and said with a smile, "Really. We have to walk, though. Is that okay?"

I nodded. "Just a second, though, I needa get my stuff." I ran a few feet away and grabbed a blanket, tied together at the corners, filled with my personal belongings that I'd managed to grab before I left, and ran back.

While I was gone, Shinri said to his sister, "Is she really coming with us, sister?"

"Yes, of course! We can't leave the poor thing here, now can we," she said with a smile as she picked him up and put him on her shoulder.

I stood beside them and giggled as I looked up at them, and then I hugged Shinjite tightly.

I let go, and she held out her hand with a smile. I held it tightly after poking Shinri's ankle.

He stuck his tongue out at me playfully. "Little poker," he mumbled.

Shinjite and I giggled. I noticed her beautiful blood red nails, the exact color of Shinri's eyes. "Wow, your fingernails are so pretty! Did your momma do them like that?" I asked and looked up at her curiously.

She stiffened for a moment, then smiles down at me slightly as we walked, "My momma died a while ago... My nails are like this naturally."

I nodded, noticing that her old wounds were still tender. "I know how you feel, Shinjite-sama. My momma and daddy were killed about... three... or four days ago," I said softly and stared at the ground.

She blinked a few times. "Oh, gosh, you poor thing," she exclaimed and picked me up with her other hand.

"Wow, you're strong. I never met anyone who can hold two five year olds," I giggled.

"It's odd, I know," she said with a laugh.

"All girls are weird," Shinri mumbled as he poked the back of his sister's head.

"I heard that, Shinri," Shinjite laughed and I giggled.

"Oh, yeah? Well... Boys have cooties, so nyahh," I exclaimed.

"Shinri doesn't. We have to share a bed," Shinjite commented, but neither of us paid attention.

"Oh, yeah?! Well... Girls... Girls are... GIRLS ARE GIRLS!!! SO NYAH," Shinri said, not willing to accept defeat.

Shinjite laughed as we bickered. I said quickly, "Well, boys are... Boys arrrrre..."

"Stupid," Shinjite suggested, giggling.

"Boys are stupid!!" I said with a triumphant grin.

Shinjite hugged Shinri, and he hugged her back. "Girls are still weird," he mumbled, making me giggle again.

We were almost to their house, the place I would call home for a shorter time than any of us expected...
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   Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO- The Shadow-man, the River of Gold, and a Haven Like No Other
I stumbled into my house, tears running down my face, the body of my late friend placed awkwardly on my back. I layed her aside carefully and sunk to the polished wooden floor, sobbing hysterically.

"Momma! Daddy! Come quick! Something horrible has happened!" I called.

I waited for a moment, and soon there was a response. A blood-curdling scream rose from our living room. The voice sounded like my mother's.

Suddenly, with a nearly blinding light, a bolt of lightning struck near the house. Then, darkness overcame the house as the power went out.

"N-no, please. Just leave us! We've done nothing wrong!" begged my mother's voice. Another scream.

"Okana! Get back! Don't challenge him... Why are you here?" said my father's voice, obviously faking braveness. He was overpowered and he knew it.

There was a deep growl and my mother shrieked again. I stood and walked to the doorway, completely horrified. I peeked around the corner at exactly the wrong moment.

There were five candles placed in the room, but for some reason, they only illuminated the bodies of my parents. The mysterious stranger who towered over them remained dark, like he was only a shadow.

"This is for what would have been," the stranger said after unsheathing his sword. He swiftly beheaded my father. My mother screamed as she was showered in his golden blood, along with the bookshelves behind them. A small river of the thick, golden liquid ran over towards me. I scooted out of its way and let it pass me.

My mother caught my eye right before she died. I will never forget the raw, pure terror her light blue eyes held. She was swiftly beheaded after muttering, "My dying wish... Is that you never harm my daughter."

I stood, petrified, as the dim candlelight reflected off the man's smile and I could tell he was looking directly at me. I staggered back, and he turned and walked onto the windowsill. A bolt of lighting flashed in the distance, leaving me only with the memory of his silhouette.

He was gone. My world was gone. My family, my friends, my life. All gone. And it was his fault. What had my parents ever done to him? What had I ever done to him? My best friend, the only friend I had ever needed, and my parents, the only family I had ever had, all killed before my eyes.

My first instinct was to cry, and cry I did. I sat slumped against my bedroom door and just cried. It seemed like hours, not minutes that I was stuck in that haven of a room.

No one could get me there, it seemed. It was a safe and sacred place, my own personal sanctuary.

My instinct, then, was to run. I began to gather my most precious treasures before I fled. Suddenly, my room was filled with smoke. I could barely see the murals on my walls, each depicting a different element.

I ran from my burning home, fleeing from my past. I didn't know where I was going or where I would stay...

I lived on the streets for three days until that nice girl found me... I can't quite remember her... Some people say that three days is a very short time, but it was the first level of what seemed like my eternal hell.

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Sunday, December 11, 2005

WOO CHAPTER ONE.
Allllright, kiddies. I'm going to post Ch1. This is how it rolls. It's the story of my childhood, starting with one afternoon when I was five...

Memoirs of a Storm Child: Taren's Life Story

Introduction:

Every day, there are millions of anniversaries. Today, all across the world, millions of people celebrate various anniversaries that are so very special to them. These days are usually days of rejoicing, days of happiness and celebration. Then there are those who mourn the anniversary of the death of someone once close to them. Today, for one girl, is that day.

Chapter One: An Anniversary Flashback

I sit here on my bed, which has been pushed against the wall, as silent tears run down my pale cheeks. Staring off into the great nothingness of a bare, unclothed wall, I can't stop thinking about them. It has been ten years to the day since my parents were murdered. I was only five when my mother and father were slaughtered in our home, right in front of my innocent eyes.

I run my fingers through my long, straight, black hair, not catching a single tangle. It seems like just yesterday when I couldn't get my fingers more than an inch through the masses of those black spiral curls...

I can feel the memory creeping up from the deepest, most secluded corner of my mind. My eyes glaze over as a blank expression takes the place of the former hurt one.

It was a sunny, beautiful Saturday in the peak of autumn. The sky was the purest blue, not even a wandering cloud dared disturb the peaceful heavens. A gentle breeze swept across the earth, and it seemed the most innocent day of the year. The foliage of autumn-changed trees rustled happily, the occasional gust showering you with the crayon-bright leaves, just like a scene from your favorite romance movie.

I was outside, several miles from the house, playing those beloved classic childhood games with my best friend, Ajirara.

Ajirara was ten, while I was only five. Her brilliantly ocean blue hair seemed as if it were covered in glitter, because, with even the dimmest light, it constantly changed emerald green to ocean blue and back. Ajirara was an Earth/Water hybrid. Her play dress was split down the middle, one half lilac, the other royal purple. I liked to call her RaRa, but after that day, I never muttered her name again.

"Tag!" she called as she sprayed me with a jet of water.

"Oh, that's no fair," I said. "I can't do that kinda thing yet!"

"RaRa just grinned. "Just think about energy. About storms, about lightning, or electricity. Imagine in your mind what you want to happen."

I tried with all my might to produce even a spark, but something kept distracting me. Now I barely give it a thought. I believe I had a slight premontion, because a terrible feeling deep in my heart told me something horrible was going to happen.

"RaRa... We needa go home," I said, my voice trembling.

"Why, Taren? We're having so much fun!"

The sky suddenly got dark as a huge wall of black clouds rolled in, much faster than normal. The thunder clapped in the distance with a great roar, and a bold of lightning brilliantly lit up the forest. I stood admiring the lightning and the rain began to pour.

"You're right, little one, time for home."

I jumped onto her back and held on tight as she floated upwards and shot off towards my house.

We were only fifty meters from my home when something struck Ajirara on the back of the head, knocking her out. Immediately, we were plummeting to the ground from about four stories in the air.

I hit the ground hard, but I was lucky, I landed in a pile of brush. Ajirara was laying only six feet from me, shattered and broken. That was the first death of the day, and also how I gained my fear of heights.

END.

^^ Hope you like it. More to come soon!
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I'm back.
Nananana, and such. xD (Woo, Eminem, I guess?)

-Fomg, I talked to Sister over the weekend. ^^ We are so alike that it's (almost) scary.
-I STILL have the sick cooties.
-SKELETON KEY IS THE BEST MOVIE. EVER. PERIODOMG. <333
-Fwee. I'll say one word to you about an upcoming chapter. Kidnapping. -ninjaeyes- Whosaidwhataboutnothing? IDIDN'TTHINKSO.
-Hyyyyyper. :D
-I need to write. xD
-IT'S COLD IN HERE GAWWWWD
-I HAVE A CHOIR CONCERT TOMORROW HOMFG. I hate ittttt so baddddd. It's the devil in disguise. xD
-...All for now. XD
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Friday, December 9, 2005

Bjaa.
Updates so far:
-I'm done with Ch2, and have most of Ch3 planned out in my head.
-I have the sick cooties.
-Colds SUCK.
-So do 0 degree temperatures.
-Mom's gone to Hawaii until the 16th.
-I can do basically whatever the hell I want until then.
-I'm going to dad's for the weekend. Nyah.
-I HATE BEING SICK.
-Sekai (Jared Armstrong) needs to die. :D
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Thursday, December 8, 2005

   Chad's Singing. It's the END OF THE WORLD.
AND I QUOTE:
"I feel pretty. Oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and gay."
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Wednesday, December 7, 2005

   New Story
Ohhh, I am ITCHING to start posting this new story. I'm almost done with Ch2, and I have everything planned out until about Ch5, I think.

Anyways, I'm tired and I need to go to bed. I leave love for everyone. (On our side, and except for Sekai, that is.)

<33 Aishiteru, all. Sleep well.
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