Sabrina de Lune

I wandered along the path way, moving off of the trail if I saw something that caught my fancy. I was in no hurry to get to Lucia. When she'd told me to meet her here in ten minutes I had said go away. I'd been up late working on my thesis statement for my creative writing class. I'd just barely gone to sleep when she called.
   It was dark out and there was a light mist on the ground. It smelled like fresh rain, which I loved. Carnival music was stuck in my head from when Allen took me outside to talk to him during first period. Heaven knows why there was a carnival so close to school, but there was.
   When I found Lucia she was sitting in a hammock suspended between two trees. Her blonde hair was falling onto her back like a waterfall. Her bare shoulder had freckles dotting them. She stood.
   "Canarra. I'm glad you chose to come."
   "Lucia... What do you want?"
   "OH my gosh, Narra. Don't be such a frickin' downer all the time. How's school? Do you have a boyfriend?"
    Ignoring her, i took my iPod out of my gray sweater.
   "No need for that, Chica. You know, I've been taking Spanish over at Southern Olympia. Hola. Me llama Lucia. Me gusta Luna y casso. Y tu?"
   I understood nothing she said. I spoke English, French, and Latin. All were romantic languages in my eyes. But Spanish? No. "what is it, Lucia?" I groaned.
    "Well, since you're so concerned, I'll tell you. You remember last summer on our trip to Italy? Yes, of course you do. You met that boy there! But no time to tease you now. You know how we went into that curio shop and the attendant gave me his card? I emailed him when we got home and he just replied." she pulled out her smart phone. "This is what it says; 'Dear Lucia. I'm thrilled you took the time to thank me. It fills me with an amazing amount of joy. I have been pondering as I often do and I was stricken with an idea! I would need you and your dear friend, Canarra to come out to Italy. I would like to pay for you two to go to the elite and scholarly board school on the shore, called (ADD ITALIAN NAME HERE!!!). It has been ranked at number 23 in the list of the schools in all of the world that produces the most knowledgeable students. It would be an experiment to see how two children of Italian descent who have grown up in America would do in their place of heritage. If you felt at all uncomfortable at any time during your stay there, my family has a home within 100 kilometers and would be ready to provide you with anything you need. Please consider my offer and respond soon with your news.' Can you even believe that? That would be like so amazing If we got to go to italy! You soo have to ask your mom! It would be way fun."
   I put my iPod away and stared at her. Was she crazy? Some weirdo she met once emails her all of the sudden and boom Lucia's going to go stay with him?!? She couldn't do that! "No way, Lucia. That would be a totally bad idea. Like, way bad. No."
  She stood up, her sleeveless black tie dress seemed a bit too much for the occasion. "Canarra, it's my turn to do something for a change. You aren't my momma. She's dead." It was true. Lucia's parents were both dead. "And I already asked Isobella. She said she knew that guys wife back from when she lived in Italy. We are going."
  "No. We aren't. I'm going home and going to sleep. Why couldn't you have talked to me at home, anyways? It's sorta cold out here. Bye." I turned and walked away.
   Lucia made a snarling noise and I heard her sit down on the hammock. I heard her running to catch up with me. "Narra. Please!"
   "No."
                                         ____________________
   "I think you girls would enjoy it," Mom said, smiling.
   "You really would. If Isobella says she knows him, which she does, then I'm al for it." Dad smiled too.
   "What kind of sick, twisted game is this?" I asked, raising my voice.
   Mom smiled at me, as if her upturned lips could change the course of events that had began at the beginning of the universe, causing me to be born to her and my father. Well, it could not. I rolled my eyes at the sick excuse for a care giver. My lip began to quiver, until it found its place in the foulest of sneers. I shook my head in disgust.
   From across the room Lucia howled with silent laughter, silent laughter so full of cruelty that she practically shook with the waves of spite that flowed straight from her heart. Yes, yes, this would call for revenge for the highest perplexity. I would ponder her punishment for as long as it took me to realize the universe around me, as long as it took to know the world. Oh wait! I already completely understood the galaxy in which the galaxy in which the galaxy I lived in was. I knew the perfect rouse to get her on her feet. I would receive my rue. my well deserved rue.
                                         ____________________
    In my room as I sat on my bed, I thought about my life. My friends. My school. My past. My future.  I was going to leave my horrid town in Wisconsin and be relocated to another, more horrid town... In Italy, the mafia head quarters! I would most definitely be kidnapped because I will steal the heart of a young mafia boss's son. We will be together for just one night entirely of tragic love, and the next day the scandal will be out because he brother heard him singing love songs to me in Italian. He will then tell his father, who will send his son off to the east coast of some obscure country where he will be consumed with his work so as to forget his lover. So consumed that he would be working in his awfully sophisticated work that he will be killed. And his father will blame it on me, and he will bring me to his cushy mansion on the coast and plan on killing me, until he realizes it was he who killed his son and in his grief, he will shoot himself. And I will go on to have many more men in my life, and then on my deathbed in 80 years, I will think to myself
   Canarra, you've lived a good life, you gorgeous excuse for a woman.
And then I will remember my time involved with the mafia and think
    But, oh, you caused such grief in the lives of those mafia men. I loved him. He was mine...
And I will stand up and run out of my hospital room and fly to Italy where I first met him and I will jump off of a cliff.
   I admit, that doesn't sound like a bad way to live, but still. I can meet a mafia man in France. Or New York. Yes, New York. Not Italy.

Something Wicked: Chapter 1 PREVIEW

Blue. Of course I got blue. What was the point in even hoping that I would get anything besides blue? My shoulders slumped as I saw the color on the slip of paper. I looked up to find Iri smiling smugly at me. I plastered on a straight face to keep from glaring and/or attacking her face.

"Didn't get the group you want, Quinny?" She said, with the victory of the world in her voice. I winced. I hate when people take my real name, Quinette, and morph it into something stupid. There are few exceptions. My family, and my best friend, Nevaeh, have permission to call me Quinn, but that's it.

I could see the sense of triumph in her emerald green eyes. It always makes Iri's day when my day is destroyed, and my dignity. I'm not sure why she hates me so much. I rarely see her at my school, Luxor Valley High School. She's a Senior so I'm in none of her classes, me being a Sophomore, but for some reason I'm her enemy. When I first met her, she kept glaring at me. I haven't even said two words to her, but she hated me, and still does.

I wasn't going to let Iri beat me down, so I said, "No, I'm content with it." Iri's smile dropped, bringing my smile higher, "Besides, I'll get to know-"

I looked to my right to see all my other blue group comrades.

Ugh. Them. Why them? The Mleeks? I hate labels, but to refer to this group, I use Mleeks. The Mleeks are a group of people who are probably the smartest people ever. They aren't the stupid stereotype kind of smart person. Some of them have glasses and braces, but honestly, who doesn't at this age? Anyway, along with their smartness, they are probably the meanest. They have this class system which groups you depending on your GPA. If it worked like it does in this government, I'd be in the middle class, but it doesn't. If you have 4.0, you're at the top, but if you have anything lower, you'll be at the bottom; There is no middle class. They go around parading in their posse, harassing people; They call people names, beat people up, etc. That's why people call them Mleeks; They are mean, and extremely smart. They usually keep to themselves though. They aren't on the Smart People team, or whatever it's called, even though they would definitely win Nationals. Some people say that they are secretly planing a conspiracy, but its just a theory.

I turned towards Iri, to find her beaming. I was trying so hard not to crack. I said, "Was that really necessary? You know they'll harass me if I bother them."

She smiled wider, "I just thought you needed more friends to get to know, considering you have close to none."

I balled up my fists. I'd so violently destroy her, but she's hiding behind the title of, "Student Body President" so she's untouchable. She started giggling, her bouncy red curls bounded every time she huffed.

I knew she put me in blue on purpose. She wants me to suffer. She could've at least put Nevaeh with me, but she put her as far away as possible, so there would be no way of stowing away together on this field trip.

I was watching Iri giggle, imagining her choke on her saliva many times. Wow, I'm a violent person, aren't I? But my best friend, Nevaeh is even worse. Soon, she appeared beside me, getting her group color.

"Nev!" I exclaimed. She turned her head to the right, and then smiled.

 "Quinn!" We half hugged. "Where were you? I lost you when we got off the bus!" she asked, after she swatted my arm.

"I told you! I said I was going to get my group color, you said okay, but you never followed me. I couldn't find you!" I answered.

She made a thinking face, and then an "ohhhhh" face. I nodded at her. At the corner of my eye, I saw Iri looking strangely at us.

"Well if it isn't the diabolical duo." she said. Nev and I both rolled our eyes.

 "Just give me my color."

Iri handed Nev a folded slip of paper. She unfolded it, glanced at it, and then looked at me, "What's yours?"

 I muttered softly, "Blue."

Nev rolled her eyes and then said, "Of course you did. I got red." Of course Nev got red. The farthest group from blue.

Nev glanced at Iri, "Was that really necessary?" she asked.

"Of course it was," Iri said. "You freaks deserve it."

Nev was literally turning from her olive colored skin, to red. She turned to me, as if she were asking permission, but I shook my head. If Nev lashed out on Iri, it'd make an entire community happy, but Nev would be endless amounts of trouble afterwards.

Iri looked at Nev funny, "What's wrong with you? Other than everything else." I snatched Nev's arm after Iri said that snide remark. It felt like trying to hold back the negative side of a magnet, from the positive one.

"Nothing," I started, struggling, "She's just really- tired."

"Ugh, she looks worse than that," Iri snickered, "She looks like a frazzled, she-man ape." That was the last nerve. Nev pounced, and almost took Iri to the ground, but I jumped in front, and held her back. Iri looked disgusted.

"Yeah, you would know what a she-man ape looks like right before you do your makeup!!" Nev shrieked.

Hahahaha... we're dead. Nev's mouth was like a fountain of nasty insults. She wouldn't stop, and what she said, could easily land us in suspension.

Actually I was trying my hardest to keep from laughing. The look on Iri's face was priceless, but that look might change when we are murdered by the student council, and the school board.

"-and another thing: You-" I slapped my hand on Nev's mouth, and kept it there. I could hear her muffled sounds from behind my palm.

"Listen- Iri," I struggled with Nev as I tried to mend what happened, "She's been going through a- rough time, and you can- understand her- situation. You know, mood- swings and it's- that time- of month for her. Just ignore it. You know, she doesn't- mean-it."

Iri eyed me with deep thought, also with horror. This whole time, Nev was struggling with my grasp; she was licking my palm and pulling my dirty blond hair.

Iri then sighed "Okay, this one time. Just because it's a field trip. One more slip up-" Iri then made the 'slit-the-throat' gesture. "Now get in your groups!"

I dragged Nev to the back of the mass of students. I let her go, but then the fireworks went off, "Why didn't you let me go?! I could have taken- no- I could have DESTROYED her!! I would've made so many people happy!! Do you know how many-"

 I slapped my hand on her face again. She was in a frenzy, muffled against my hand. "I know you could have! I wanted to see it! But we would have been murdered. If I hadn't talked Iri out of it, she would've babbled." I explained.

Nev's caramel eyes were on fire, but they softened after I explained. I let her go, and she calmed down. "I know, I just hate her stupid face!"

She stomped the ground with her baby blue converse, and her waist length brown hair swishing everywhere. It's funny- Nev wears the sweet-girl-next-door-with-lots-of-floral-skirts-and-belts style, and yet her personality is feisty and short tempered.

"Well, I hate her everything," I said, "But you have to control your temper. Luckily, I was there to stop you from ripping Iri's face off."

Nev rolled her eyes and muttered, "Yeah, yeah. You could've at least let me rip her mouth off; that way, she can't speak or smile that heinous smile ever again."

I put my right forefinger and thumb on my chin, and stroked it. I made a thoughtful noise and said, "Hmmm...Maybe next time." 

Nev started fumbling through her handbag while saying, "You sure that there will be a next time?" Nev then brought out a permission slip. I decided to do the same.

I laughed in response, and said, "I can assure you," I slung my backpack to my right and unzipped the front pocket, and pulled out a folded piece of paper, "There will be a next time."

"Ugh. You know me so well," Nev flipped her hair from her shoulder.

"Well, you are my soul twin."

Nev and I have been best friends since Lord knows when; We are a best friend match made in Heaven. We are sisters, even though we look absolutely nothing alike. Nev is a Hawaiian beauty with shiny, long, chocolate hair with golden eyes. She isn't too skinny; she has lovely curves which I am jealous of. However, I am a thin, pale, tall, girl next door with teal colored eyes and a little past shoulder length, dirty blond hair. I easily pass 5'8. Nev is barely 5'7, and she was tall compared to all the other sophomore girls. I felt like a giant compared to them. Nev says it's good to be tall so I won't have to stand on my toes to kiss a guy. I knew that would probably never happen, me kissing a guy, but that's why I love Nev.

We can read each other like a book. It's like we have telepathy. We know each other like the back of our hands, and sometimes it seems Nev knows more about me than I do.

I looked to my left to find the students of LVHS spreading to form in a line. I looked around for blue, and when I found the group, I groaned. Nev looked at me and said, "How could she do that? That's like sending you to your death!"

"She can do that because one: She is SBP; she can do whatever she wants, and two: She is a female dog in the language of French," I stated angrily.

Nev heaved an anxious sigh. She grabbed my shoulders and said, "I'll pray for you."

"I need more than prayers," I said.

We hugged, and then we went our separate ways.

Ugh!!! I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've been lazy about my writing, but I have an idea I really want to use, but I have to write this exposition, before it gets good. I know it's not finished but I really wanted to get something posted, so I put this up. This is only a fraction of the whole chapter. I just want to you guys to get a feel for some of the main characters, and your input.

Thank you!!! <3  ^_^

I am writing this with my new phone

Okay so I'm just saying this with my mouth and so I can say my store and my phone so will see how goes.
       Once upon a time does a young child. She was named kerala. Her elder sister, Cartna, was very much insane. She talked in her sleep and to birds and she sang songs in a language she didn't know. Many paople pitied her but many also feared and loathed her for her difference. She was naive to those who disliked her and she lived her life happily in her own bubble of ease. Kerala did not enjoy being related to such a nut. She very much wished her sister was no longer alive.
       Kerala was not actually the youngest bee in the hive. She was 14 years of age. She was liked by her peers and was a very popular girl at school. At least, she was popular with the students who were also popular. The losers didn't like people like Kerala. They could see the evil inside of them, their murderous sides. Kerala seemed to be a particularly uber homocidal person.
        Kerala knew that if she was to get to the top, then she would have to do something with cartna. She had an idea to abandon her sister, nearly dead, outside the city. The day she planned to set her plan into action was on her mothers birthday. She planned this because she knew her mother would be occupied and not able to stop it.

        Okay you need to add to the story! This is a group story!

Bookclub 2

So, as I said previously I want to have a bookclub. And I think I'll start it this December. so unless somebody gives me a suggestion then I'm choosing. Mwahaha!

Bookclub

Hey, is anyone interested in having a bookclub? Like, a real one where we read and discuss books? We could meet once a month at some ones house and talk and have a treat. And we'll need suggestions for books. And we can do activities pertaining to the book. And if you want you could invite your friend. Well, comment!

Something Wicked

Preface:

"Is she stable?" the woman in black asked.

"Barely. She's about to dip into the yellow zone." the doctor gruffly replied.

The woman and the doctor's eyes were glued to the monitor, scanning for any sign of movement or change. The room was silent, so much that you could hear the buzz of the lights, and the drops of cold sweat falling to the concrete floor. The room was very dark, except for little beams of light from the monitors and small lamps. The only ones in there were the woman and the doctor, and the patient, who's unconscious, on a metal table.

She was thin, and fair skinned. Her very long dirty blonde hair fell over the table, and her turquoise eyes were hidden behind her eyelids. She seemed tall for her age, being in the mid-teens.

The woman in black started pacing. She, the doctor, and the monitor were outside of the girl's square, one-way glass, chamber. "Has she left the real realm yet?" the woman asked skeptically.

"Not yet. She still has to journey through the middle realm." the doctor replied.

The woman grunted, and then went back to pacing. The girl's statistics on the monitor were normal, and remained normal for two more hours. Absolutely nothing changed. The woman was still pacing, the doctor still watching, and the monitor still buzzing.

Then the woman got impatient and exclaimed, "She is taking way too long. A normal keeper would only take half an hour. This one is taking four times that."

"She hasn't had any training at all. She's traumatized, which is normal, but she's more rebellious than normal this time." said the doctor.

"How so?"

"She's trying to find her way back to the real realm, but it's not possible, so she's completely lost." the doctor answered.

"But aren't all of them like that at first? This one is being too slow." the woman said very impatiently.

"Give her some time. Every keeper has their own time." the doctor said, trying to calm the woman down.

The woman huffed, and then walked to the glass, and just stared at the girl. Thirty minutes passed, and then the woman asked again, "How much more time?"

"Approximately an hour."

The woman then cracked. She stomped her foot, and left a crack on the floor. "That is it!" She then walked briskly into the chamber. The doctor stood up and shouted, "No! She's not stable! She'll drop into the critical zone! Don't lose control again, Samara!"

The woman grasped the girls head and chanted a few words. The woman then took a step back. The girl on the table was then lifted in the air and hovered, as a ring of light circled around her. It gradually got brighter and brighter. Soon it got so bright, that it could blind a normal person.

The woman laughed in awe, while the doctor frantically yelled to stop. The woman then whispered, "Welcome to the shadow realm, Keeper..."

But right as the woman said her name, the girl's eyes opened...

caili:

To start a story you ought to start in the beginning. The “beginning” happened about nine years before and I don’t remember it whatsoever. The first day of school is a great starting point; it marks a new year of school so I’ll just start there. It was August 25^th and I was starting eighth grade.

I would be the girl a total of nine times but this wasn’t one of them. I’d gone to the same middle school for the past two years. Both were amazing but I planned to make this year the best yet.

Then I walked in and I saw him.

I hadn’t seen him in nine years but he wasn’t the sort of person you’d forget. He wasn’t a little boy cute like he was in first grade. But the change wasn’t bad. He was actually decent looking, not to mention much taller than before. But that didn’t change the fact that he still had the same tan skin, long hair, and teasing, slightly arrogant smile. I recognized him right away.

He noticed me staring and smiled. I quickly looked away, and walked to the opposite end of the classroom.

I’d known he was coming, I’d expected it. But I hadn’t expected him to be anything like that. That was not how he was! Dorky, little and smiling-- that’s what he was supposed to be like. Not all “cool” with his dumb Justin Bieber hair giving girls like me Aren’t-I-cute? smile.

I could feel his eyes on me and willed myself not to return his gaze. He recognized me too.

As he should! But that fact just made my stomach squirm even more.

The bell rang and I ordered myself not to spend another second thinking about how completely wrong it was that he looked like a boy from a teenage girl magazine. School had started and now it was back to the routine.

I'd purposely sat as far away from him as possible but he came over and sat right behind me. The teacher came in and started talking the usual first day speech; I'm so-and-so, I grade blah blah, I enjoy yada yada.

"Hey," he whispered and poked me in the back with a pencil, "Are you Skylar Periellis?"

I didn't respond.

"Hey you!" he said again, "Are you Skylar Periellis?"

"What do you think you're doing?" I hissed, "The teacher is talking! I'm trying to learn something!"

Not that learning how many years the teacher had taught was highly useful information but still.

The bell rang again and I was up and out of my seat before anyone else. I was tasting freedom, almost to the door- When I felt his hand on my arm, pulling me back.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded and pulled my arm back.

"Are you Skylar Periellis?" he asked.

"I don't know you think you are but-"

"Are you?"

"Well, yes I am," I said irritably. I'd considered denying it but there wasn't any way I could really get away with that lie.

"Thought so," he said with a smile that was so typically him. "Why didn't you say hello?"

I thought of what to say. He waited for me to speak. I waited for an epiphany of sorts.

But none came. Finally, I just looked him straight in the eye and said, "Hi, I'm Skylar but..."

"You go by Sky," he interrupted, "I already know that. What? Don't pretend you don't know who I am."

I stared him down before nodding, "Yeah, I remember you Connor."

"Good, I was starting to worry," he said, "Okay, you can go now."

I raised an eyebrow. I wasn't aware that I needed his permission. But as I walked away I realized that unofficially I'd given him control of that. He was already winning. Unacceptable.

"Anyways you want it. That's the way you need it, anyway you want it."

“Anyway I want it?” I said with a half-smile.

He didn’t reply, just continued to sing.