Friday, April 30, 2010-04-30
Sometimes, I wish the Greek gods were real. It would explain a lot. Why the weather changes so fast, why one a good day, the seas would be calm, and when the skies were dark and gray, the seas were likes a raging war. Like, Zeus and Poseidon were fighting each other.
If only I knew. But we can never know, not until the day our lives end. I wonder what it would be like if I were a demigod, if I were a daughter of Apollo, or Hephaestus. But what god would ever fall in love with anyone from my family.
My cousins say that having imagination is a bad thing, which I shouldn't be wondering about what could be. I should be focusing on learning and my chores. But I can't, it's like something inside of me is alive, like I'm special. Everyone is special, but this is different, usually people don't feel special unless they do something good, or they accomplish something.
I feel, creative. Like anything could be real, like, nothing could stop you from trying. I have a way with animals, unusual animals. Like Gerbils.
My mom told me I was being shipped away to my Aunt Nicci's house, I was excited. My Aunt Nicci is a part of a society, although, she didn't tell me the name. She said it was none of my business and if I wanted to join I would have to take a test, and if I was special enough, I would be able to join.
Even though I was excited, I was sad too. I was leaving all of my friends, my family, and my social life behind. Not that I had much of a social life, people tended to not pay attention considering I had one blue eye, one green. A lot of people thought they were; fake, to find out that they were real: and back off.
Would moving to Hesocombe be that bad? Yes, it could. A new school, new people, new everything, including new animals, that would try and get me to touch them. Like this weird horse that I saw in the woods last week, it wanted me to pet him. Instead I ran off to tell my mom.
I was special, and I knew it. I just couldn't tell how yet. Everything around my whispers, they trees, the ground, and the water. They call me. They talk to me, as if I were stone, water, or-and this would be very freaky-I were a tree.
Every part of nature, and its creatures, would try and find me, as if I were they're guide. As if, I were the one it was meant to make allies with. Nature was like a part of me, fascinating creatures surrounded me, even if I couldn't see them.
And yet, I knew, something was after me it would keep searching for me, and I would be on high alert. Because, it wouldn't stop until it found me, and until it did, it would kill everything in its path.
If it found me, and I refused what t wanted it would kill me, it would kill Nicci, and it would kill everyone it hated, even if it wasn't one he knew. If I refused, my family, and life as I know it, would crash and burn.
Every thing could-and would-change in a blink of an eye. And I would be its target, like the bulls eye in Darts.
Before my eyes, a flash of lightning appeared outside my window, making me realize that the sky had emotions too, even if the sky wasn't human. Flowers didn't have emotions exactly, they had life cycles. But if you really thought about it, they did have emotions. When they would wilt, it would be like they were sad, even though you couldn't tell exactly what it means until they turn black and die.
Humans have lives and emotions, and we had a soul, which meant we weren't immortal. For example: If a soul depended on its body, and it got stabbed, the soul and the body would be dead, kind of like a . . . horcrux. Now if you were living, like a real person, then your soul didn't depend on your body, so if you got stabbed, then only your body would be hurt, not your soul.
Another example: Humans have a conscious, so if you did something wrong, then your conscious would do something like scold you. Or if you don't have a conscious, which I highly doubt, then you could do anything at all without feeling guilty.
Guilt, another thing I feel right now. I feel guilty for leaving my little sister. I don't even think anyone told her I was leaving. But I hoped whoever told her, they gave the news to her gently, because when Catie cried, she would get anything she wanted. And I really wanted to go to Nicci's.
And now lying in my bed at 3:30 in the morning, thinking things through, I realized something, and that was that I only had to face one more day of High School. After that I would be leaving, and hopefully, someone in Hesocombe would be like me. Strangely, that seemed like a possibility.
I felt restless, so I got up and went over to the mirror, my black short hair frizzy, my bangs were hanging in my eyes. My eyes were a little red; I reached up and rubbed the sleep out of them. Then I grabbed my hair brush, I started brushing through the tangles in my hair. I noticed the white and red stripe in my hair was fading. I shrugged and grabbed a pony tail from my jewelry box and pulled my hair back.
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Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring! Ugh, it was already 6:30. I had to take a shower, I grabbed my toiletries bag and started towards the bathroom, the first thing I did was look in the mirror. My ponytail was a mess, and my bangs were once again hanging in my eyes. I sighed, took out my ponytail and started brushing through it.
After my shower I got dressed, my clothes were simple, skinny jeans and a shirt with sleeves that went to my elbows. I didn't bother to put my hair up, so I left the bathroom. My cousins looked at me with disgust, as if they wanted me to leave, and with pleasure, I did. I ran down the stairs with my cousins following my gracefully not even bothering to try and hurry up. Sometimes, I wonder how they get to class on time.
As I ran past Catie, she started to skip so she could catch up with me. My mom was by the stove making breakfast, it looked like eggs, but with my Moms cooking that could be bacon.
She put what was in the pan onto four plates and set them on the table, Vyctoriya and Emily said, "Thank-you," While I mumbled a quick, "Thanks." Catie just smiled at her politely.
We all sat down at the table and ate in silence, I think we ate like that because everyone took sides, and whichever side you were on, you hated the opposing side. Emily and Vyctoriya got up first and put there dishes in the sink. Catie and I got up next and rinsed off our dishes before putting them in the sink.
Emily noticed this action and gave me a death glare, which would've worked better if she wore eyeliner like Vyctoriya and I, but Emily wanted to stay plain.
My mom got her coat on and steered us toward the car. First, she dropped off Catie at Elementary School. Catie waved at us then went to walk around the circle, which is they're daily routine until the bell rings. Next, was the Middle school, Jefferson Junior High, we got out of the car and started walking toward the front doors, This was it, it was the last time I would ever see this school.
And that was the only thought that kept me sane all day.
My first class of the day was History; the teacher in this classroom was so boring you could swear that even when he told you something that you wanted to know about you could fall asleep. He smiled at us, and everyone groaned, whenever Mr. Wilson smiled, it meant we were going to do an exam.
He got the papers off of his desk and started to pass them out, I ook my pencil out of my book bag and started to day-dream. He slammed the papers onto my desk, making me jump. He smiled and kept passing out papers.
I made a choking motion towards him. Austin and Jenna- my only friends- burst out laughing. Along some of the pranksters in the class, Mr. Wilson turned around and we all went silent. He narrowed his eyes and went back to passing papers out. I looked at my paper.
What is x in this equation? 4x=36
Oh boy, this was going to be a long day.
