Hello, subjects of Liberty Kidsom. It is I, Cerventes, the Supreme Emperor of all Dakari. This story isnt dakari, but other mine are. This story is about liberty kids being teens, and it is written in scripto because I have never done that lol. Keep the peace and stay the course, R/R
James POV:
Some say liberty is only for kids. But it isnt. Not that I'd know. My name is James, and I'm 16. They say 16 is the year of freedom when you drive and do other things, but for me it's anything but. Back in the day I used to be a son for liberty, but now it feels I can only be a slave. Back in the days I would be a crusander for freedom and would be the likes of Washington and Hamilson and Franklin, but that all changed. My brother says its pubierty. My parents say its drugs. I say its reality.
Cold.
Narrattor: We open up on Pennsylvania High School in 2007. Sarah and James are in a hallway. (It could be love.)
Sarah: James, this day has been the most perfect day there has ever been.
James: I'm just glad that I could share it with you. With the world. You are my world. Mine own. (jaunatile) My home. (dreamlike) My sonnet. (passion) My love.
Sarah (Looking away): James, I'm sorry but there's something I have to tell you.
James (eyes widening like an oxen) Why, whatever could it be my darling?
Sarah (with trouble and anguish) James, do you remember that day back in the revolution? Yes, THAT day. (looking away, to the distance horizion) I've... become a tad (with british) ill every morning, and well...
James (a defeated man) No. NO NOOOOO, PLEASE SARAH! You are all there is in the world to me, and I cannot let go! I want to love you for life! I want to die with you! I want to bear you children! You are... (with passionate) the one.
Sarah (with power and anguish, coldly) I'm sorry James. I love you and you will always be special to my place in my heart. But... (she dramatizes and jumps around, with tears and power and vengence) This relationship...
James: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! IS NOT SAY IS SO!
Sarah: Is over.
Narattor: (Scene ends with tears and depression. Teens and obsession. Agression.)
James's POV:
No one can understand me since that day. Not that they would. Not that they wouldn't. Would they care? No difference. No extremes.
No means.
Lust... Heh, lust. What a funny little four letter word. I laugh. What would they know? What would they ever? Sirens and whalers. Quag and mire. Deeper and deeper. Hotter and Colder. Bolder.
Redemption.
They say that teens know the means.
But the only means I can see are the ends that justify.
The means.
Ok that was good ive never done that but hey not bad! R/R tell me for more. I might submit this to school for become a play, so hey! not bad! RR! RR! RR!