Sorry for not posting anything in a while, been busy and it may be like that for longer. Hope you guys are enjoying this story so far and see you all in the next chapter! ^-^

Be YarnKnight

You are now YarnKnight, but that isn't her name now isn't it? What is her name?

Iron Lady

Now-now, even though that is how some people take you as. It is not your name.

Amari Angelynn

There we go.

You are now Amari. Your interest is highly concentrated on medieval ages, cloth designing, Armor forging, and roleplaying as a knight. Hence the Skype name 'YarnKnight.' You adore Sato's drawings and Jamarreon's storytelling skills. You are often caught playing games, LARPING, D&D, making clothes, and forging armor in your forging pit. The forging pit is mini-sized created to be used in small apartments without any fire hazards. Though for some reason, you manage to cause a very few minor fire damages in the corners of your dorm.

...Don't ask…

Since we are done analyzing your interests, we will continue where we left off.

Amari was recently done sending a message to her beloved friend, Jamarreon. As said in message, you are delivering some clothes to your customer for prom. Right now, you are standing right outside your customer's house holding a neatly folded lime-green dress. Walking to the door, you can see your customer through the window staring at a TV. You can tell that the customer is a bitch.

Upon knocking on the door, the customer slammed the door open.

"Where were you in the last 14 minutes?"

Yep...Totally a bitch…

"I was trying to get here," you responded as you hand the bitch her dress.

"Well make it faster next time!"

To that, the client forcefully hands Amari the money and slams the door shut. As much as you hate bitchy clients, you really do not want to yell at her. You headed back to your car and turn the engine on. Feeling pissed, you look back at the client's door. Your eye wanders to the window. You can see what seems to be the boyfriend of the client arguing to someone. Probably her. Turning your head back to the front window of your car, you pressed on the gas and drove out of that neighborhood. You swear that you once heard that three families were murdered in that neighborhood a few months back. You would not be surprised if the client ends up victim in the next one. Though that is not your problem, whatever shenanigans she is up to in the near future is her fault not yours.

You drive to the nearest fabric shop to buy some yarn and cloth. You told some 'rebels' that you were going to make a quilt for both of them as tribute for helping you come up with every single way to piss off some hateful clients that would not stop bickering you. You really hate the nonstop haters who would not fuck off and instead bicker at you in every chance they get. This quilt that you are making will have dark-blue checkered marks as well as a dark-red fortress in the very center. The fortress is their banner symbol for the strength they have on the outside and the fury in the inside. They may not be the strongest people, but they are the strongest in your group of friends.

After buying the items you need, you went back to the car and drove off to campus. Your campus is in the very center of the town square. It is a very big campus compared to all of the other campuses in Canada. The style of the campus reminds you of an castle which is why you wanted to go there in the first place. The campus works similar to a private school: does not allow anyone not from the school inside, does not allow people to willingly join the campus unless they pay the $100,000 payment to stay in campus for a year if the student does not have a proper grade, and it does not tolerate a single mistake nor violation. Luckily, you only paid the payment once since the school allows the payment to be used once if only the student has a grade average above 3.8. So far, your scores are a 3.9. You want to get both a fashion designing degree and a forgery degree.

As you drive back to campus, a building caught your attention. Stopping the car in front of the building, you see that it was your foster mother's store. Your foster mom was a well known fashion designer. She made all of her dresses and clothes by hand; her shoes were crafted by an experienced shoe maker. All of her fashion designs earned her to be chosen in the top ten models of the century. As good at designing she was, she was never a good mother. Your foster mother never payed attention to your skills in forgery and forces you to take up the hobby to design clothes instead. She never let you play nor give you any presents for your birthday, only your friends online did. Though you had to lie to your foster mother by telling her that you have no idea who sent you the gifts, and then sneakily take them from the trash to your room to open. You as well sneakily communicate and play with your friends online when you were suppose to choose specific art designs for your dress projects that your mother forced you to always competed against her just to one day make her jealous of your success. You were always motivated to be better than her in fashion, and to make her pissed off at you when you become an expert at forgery. You are sending that bitch a message. Unfortunately, you will never get the chance to since she is dead. You were in her care when you were five years old all the way until she died from a stab wound caused by a jealous competitor about two years back. Yet somehow her store remains open to the public. Maybe mother hired a manager to take her place while she do other things, which makes sense because it is like a hand-me-down but for business employments only. NOT family. Talking about family, you never knew anyone in you foster mother's side. She could probably be the only one left of her family, or she just does not like her family at all. Whatever, she is gone and you are not sad.

You finally arrive at your campus and got out of your car. Double checking that the car to be sure that it is locked you head off to the dormitory that you live in. You had to double check since it is common that people will try to break into cars in this part of town. It was a good thing that you bought a car that has blast proof windows, expensive but good.

About halfway to the dormitory, you can hear two students arguing ahead. Upon walking further, you see two girls shouting and pointing fingers at each other. One was shouting about how the other one should not touch the figures in their project that they both were working on. The other shouts about how she did not like the looks of the figures. This continued for a minute until you could not take it anymore. It reminds you too much of how you were in foster care in the first place. You then rushed to the two girls and started to tell them to work onto something else. After minutes and minutes of suggesting different topics and methods, you were finally able to stop the girls from arguing. You told them to work onto something they both like and to work together onto it, not just have one to do all the work. Feeling motivated, the girls agreed happily and walked off talking about their new project that they will both work on. To be honest, you do not know what you said which made them motivated, but it worked. You think you know those two girls, they must be the steampunk cosplayers for GamesCom. Though you do not know what character they dressed up as, you think that you asked them during that time. You think they said something about a game called 'Guns of…' you do not remember the last part of the name. Oh well, you will ask another time.

You finally made it to your dorm.

Your dorm is nothing much, it has a plain jade-green covered bed with a dark-green pillow centered in the middle of the room. Unlike having it rested mostly against a wall, you have your bed faced towards your desk.

Your desk, which sits in the middle of the left wall, resting underneath a window, is a dark-brown wooden desk. Made purely of oak wood. Lying on the center of the desk is your beige-white laptop. It is a bit out dated judging the fact that it is about 10 years old, but you kept it anyway since it is both reliable and sturdy. Though not as sturdy as a Noka phone, but sturdy nonetheless. The laptop is the only object which is resting on top of your desk, everything else is neatly tucked inside your desk. Your chair is made of pine wood with a soft green cushion.

On the left wall of the bed, which is to your front after facing the bed from the doorway, is your closet with neatly folded clothes and armor sets. The closet is colored white, but the insides are a beige-white.

To the corner of each side is a burnt mark that was formed of your forgery kit. You already informed this earlier.

Behind you, from facing the closet, is where you recently placed your forgery kit. It is on top of a jade-green, fireproof rubber mat. There is nothing on the walls since you do not want to start a fire accidentally when using your forgery kit.

After examining your plain room, you head over to your bed and put the fabric and yarns on your bed. Your sewing kit is inside your desk, so you walked to your desk and grabbed your kit from the drawer.

Ten minutes has passed, and you are making excellent progress on the quilt. You know that you need to contact the 'rebels' right now, but you were too motivated to start working on the quilt. You made about one-fourth progress on the quilt already before you work onto the other one. As you are working, your phone beeps. Looking at the message on Skype, you realise that one of the 'rebels' are chatting with you.

WildCard is Skyping YarnKnight

WC: Hey, Amari! WTF are you doing? You said that you would contact me a fucking hour after you left to your shitty client!

YK: Sorry, I went shopping and when I got to my dorm, I started to work on your quilts.

WC: Fuck, I forgot about the quilts! Shit, how is the progress?

YK: The quilts are making hasty progress so far. Though since you are just contacting me now, I was going to tell you earlier about the group chat today, but oh well. By the way, Sato and Chung will be expecting us soon. Are you and your boyfriend going to come online soon?

WC: Yes, we will! Why the fuck will we NOT be on? We have aaalllll the time in the world and we are already sick and tired of waiting!

YK: Ok, just don't explode with boredom. Well, I should log onto my computer since Sato and Chung are on theirs. It seems only fair. Also by the way, when you get to your boyfriend's trailer, tell him to pull a prank on his annoying neighbor. He would not stop texting to me about it.

WC: Will fucking do! :D

YK: When will you be on?

WC: After I visit my boyfriend!

YK: Awesome! Now seriously, don't bicker at us about how bored you two are.

WC: Totally FUCKING WILL! :D

YK: OMG, NO.

WC: OMG, YES!

YK: NO! DX

WC: YYYYEEEESSS!

YK: Know what? Bye!

YarnKnight ceased Skyping WildCard

WC: MWAHAHAHAHA!

WildCard ceased Skyping YarnKnight

You swear to god that SHE is trying so hard to be a jackass. Yet somehow, you find it amusing and annoying at the same time. You enjoy both her and her boyfriend's company, especially Jamareon's company. Everyone calls her and her boyfriend the 'Rebels' due to their obvious rebellious nature. Despite their rebellious nature, everyone enjoys their company as well.

Not only that, but when they are provoked by some other asshole, they will either steal stuff, damage property, or pull terrible pranks on the person. The last person who pissed off the 'Rebels' found their house covered in pigs' blood. You and the others asked them where they got it from and apparently one of them are friends with a butcher a few miles away from their home. From there, neither of you all dared tried to provoke them. Not like any of you guys wanted to do that; it was just for future reasons, but seems like that will never happen anyway. Last thing you need is a bloody pig heart sent by mail to you from the United States of America to Canada. You really do not want that… The last person that you do not want the 'Rebels' to prank is Sato. She will probably die from a heart attack if she see any signs of death since she enjoys taking care of injured animals and has a part-time job as a veterinarian. You think that you remember that she mentioned that she is a former leader of the garden club. To be honest, it fits her joyous personality and anime-loving self. She is never the one who promotes violence, she is too loving for it.

As much as neither you and the others do not want to get involved with their pranks, they are really good at coming up with lease terrible ones if you ask for better ones. Like last time you asked for pranking advice, they told you to put a nonlethal party grenade inside a sticky glue pie and leave it at the doorsteps of your god awful clients. You send snapshots of those incidents with the world, and you are not ashamed. Though you had to use another account for it so that the school would not find out that it was you, nor the client since they may try to arrest you if they found out it was you. Funny enough, all of your friends applause your courage. You were always a courageous girl when it comes to vengeance or doing the right thing. Though mostly you are courageous when you are motivated.

Anyway, after spending time thinking about the 'Rebels', you decided to stay on Skype and sit on your chair while knitting the quilts for the next hour and fifty-four minutes. You may not be much of a gamer, but you are finding yourself excited for the game as well.

Knitting away with the needles in her hands, Amari never knew how exciting the game will truly be. Though for all she knew was the feelings she has in her guts, screaming at her to play it when it comes.

Nor will she ever know about the circumstances that occurred for a jade blooded mother to knit a cloak for her mutant blooded son during the time… Because their lives are different, one starts with pain early in life while the other lives in fear for the ones she cares about.

It may or may not take a while for me to post the next page due to real life stuff. Though please let me know if you spot any grammar mistakes or misspellings.