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I know i should be finishing all the other stories i have, but this is just something so that i dont have wacked out emotions bugging me throughout the day so enjoy my rants, tales, and randomess!

THE Collection

Introduction

Some stories have a meaning (shocking, I know). Some stories seem to have a meaning (the ones your teachers make you read). And some stories have no meaning to speak of, besides mocking all those stories with a meaning (mwaha!). This is one of those stories, or rather, a collection of them. If you wish to continue reading you will find an anthology of random tales. Some will be funny, some thoughtful, and some just plain stupid. So gather what is left of your wits and stuff them in a jar for safekeeping. For these tales will in no way further your advancement in life.

To Scream, or Not to Scream. That is the Question

To scream, or not to scream. That is the question. Yes. That most certainly IS the question for me right now.

It is just not right! Simply one hundred percent despicable! In all rights how can he do this I ask you! No wait, don't answer that. I can do that myself.

He can do this to me because he is a pompous, self centered, megalomaniac that doesn't give squat to those who are not in his 'close circle', as one might say. Wait, hold on, you still don't even know what I am ranting about now do you? My bad.

Well, you see, it all started with these ravaging beavers…

Kidding, kidding, I was just joking. Beavers have nothing to do with my rants…though sending beavers to gnaw him to the bone sure does sound good right about now…

Anyway, the real reason for my temper is that I was denied. I was denied permission to see my only brother, Sir Kent, participate in his first tournament. Yes, I sound like a total and completely stuck up brat who always gets what she wants right now don't I? Well get over it, cause I'm not. At least I don't think I am…but anyway, you didn't hear the whole story.

See, my name is Miranda of Thunder Hill I am the twenty-third girl after the Lioness to train to become a knight. It has been over fifty years since the Protector completed her training, and girls have been jumping on the opportunity to do something other than have babies.

I am not particularly good at being a knight. In fact, one might recommend me to become a 'desk knight'; thus why Lord Hornell, the training master, hates me so much.

Basically, since I am not one of his protégés, he hates my guts. And it is a good thing I loath his guts. Otherwise my guts would feel pretty bad for themselves. Also, since I am not one of his star pupils, he doesn't care at all what happens to me or if I were to skip training for a day. Hornell feels the same for the other girls and boys deemed "un-trainable" as well.

But of course, the one time I go to tell him I must miss the next large group training session, and that I will be doing it on my own time instead (it was a weekend with training only in the morning), he tells me I can not skip. No. That's not all. He threatened me! The bastard pressured me into not going to my brother's first tournament by saying that if I was not there the next morning he would not allow me to complete the year, therefore failing out of training forever!

I have already worked my arse off for three whole years! After this I will be a squire! And all that work would be for nothing if I went to cheer my sibling on in one of the most important milestones in his life!

Do you still think I am over-reacting? Well maybe I need to explain some more. Tournaments, you see, have always been an important part of any holiday or festival. And as the years went on, the populace began to take more joy out of watching the various tasks until it grew to become a sport so integrated into society that life without tournaments is unfathomable!

To be in your first tournament is as big of a deal as…as…being knighted! Or (to some, more extreme families) getting married!

All the more reason for me to be there for Kent when he goes out on the field for the first time in his life! Sure, we aren't always on the best of terms, but he is my brother for Gods sakes!

Ugh! I just can not stand to think about how unfair this is! The one time the training master shows he cares for all his students is the one time I needed him not to care!

I can't let this get me down! No. I won't let this get me down! I will prove to him that I am not some silly 'desk knight'. This is going to sound horribly silly, but I'll show him that just because we aren't the best at what we do, we can still make a difference.

There is nothing more that I want right now than to show him up; to attest that his favoring 'the best' over everyone else is simply not right. I am sick of all his talk about us being one 'united' group. We are about as united as the ground is to the sky. I am going to give him the biggest slap in the face the two-faced pig has ever received. And that is that.

Nope, no screaming for me. Not yet at least. I think I will wait to scream for when Hornell does something really stupid. (I give him ten days). Until then, its time to kick some arse.

you really dont have to review since this is just for kicks, but reviews WOULD be greatly appreciated to help me calm down. basically that entire story was me ranting about real life idiots and issues. haha. alliteration. :hits head: i need sleep. review por favor or the ravaging beavers of doom shall gnaw your skin to the bone!!