Aww, how shweet. I wuv cookies. *eats cookies* By the way, does anyway know
how to make bold and italics crap appear on this site? Because I don't.
This story will start with chapters coming left and right then slow down.
Believe me, I know how I write stories. That sounded weird. *shrugs*
ANYWAYS... it's October now, Halloween. How will our young Raven react to
this strange holiday thingy? *shrugs again*
I'm shutting up... here's the chapter...
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October. There is talk of pumpkin festivals. Hayrides are popular this time of year.
So is the popular sport: "Let's poke fun at Raven".
School; educational wise had been fine. Peer (how could I even call them that?) wise, an absolute horror. I was teased about my clothes. My hair. My attitude. My eyes, even. Yet these things did not bother me in even least kind of way. Although I was still in training, I could kick all their asses in a Zoid battle. They wouldn't last a minute against me.
Out of all my subjects, it was Social Studies that I fared the worst in. For I had no idea what had went on in Earth's history. It didn't go over well when Mr. Rebel asked what year "Columbobo"; or whatever the hell his name was; sailed in and I didn't know. Utter humiliation. The good thing was, I wasn't going to be around another year to learn this crap.
English was boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. I did well... but my grade was low due to a project we did at the beginning of the month. We were asked to write five differences of our parents down... but when he got to me...
"Raven, can you tell us five differences between your parents?" he asked.
"No," I responded blankly.
"Why not?"
"I don't have any," I told him sternly, a hint of sadness in my voice.
"Adopted parents?" he asked.
"One. My parents were killed by an...an... asteroid. And then Minister Pro- I mean Gunter... Gunter Mmmozen. Gunter Mozen," I told him meekly. The class laughed hysterically at my made-up story. It was a failed attempt.
"Look, Raven, just because you don't want to tell us about your parents doesn't mean you have to go and make up stories. I want to see both of them in here tomorrow night for a conference," Mr. Rootdutch ordered. A conference?! Wasn't that for babies? I protested his argument but there was nothing to argue.
So when my parents didn't show up the next night... I not only got an F on my project but an "ice house", where I have to stay in some large, stuffy room all day called the LGIB. If was extremely boring and I fell asleep alot, which I got yelled at for. All the teachers there preferred to call me (or yell at me) "Raymond" and not Raven. I don't know if they were scared of my name or they just wanted to tease me.
But the other "bad" boys revered me for this and thought I was one of them. One of their little "group members," Kyle Sheet, asked me to join their group of troublemakers. But that wasn't what I was there to do.
"Yo, man! Why dontcha get your badass ova' 'ere and join our group?! We could use another boy! What'd ya say?" he asked me. I looked at him dully and turned around to walk away.
"A person of my status would never partake in such immature rituals such as the ones you perform," I responded irritably. I tried to sound smart to confuse him and it worked.
"What'd you sayin' man?" he yelled at me. I continued walking away, and I could hear a girlish "whatever" behind me. I smirked and went to my locker, spinning in the combination. The girl next to me hopped over to her locker, throwing a high-pitched "Hi!" into my ear. I cringed and looked over at her crossly.
I was going to say something but I didn't. She smiled, grabbing her books and closed her locker. I rolled my eyes. That girl was incredibly annoying. I didn't know why she was either. Girls were a mystery to me.
As the end of the month neared, people talked of "Halloween." I knew I couldn't ask what Halloween was. What would people think? I may have been new to this world but I wasn't stupid. I would have to ask in an indirect way. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed softly as I walked into Math class.
We were working on fractions. I hated working with fractions, for I didn't learn much about them on Planet Zi. I was much more familiar with decimals and such, due to the fact in my Zoid training I had learned to work with those numbers. I would have to in order to find out the condition of the Zoid in places. It was hard to explain.
As Mr. Wiggum entered the class, he stroked his beard. He looked at my notebook. It was filled with sketches of Zoids and such. He walked over to me and laughed.
"An artist, eh? Heh, heh... what are you going to be for Halloween?" he asked me. I looked up at him vaguely. He rolled his eyes, "What are you dressing up as?"
I smirked. So on Halloween you dress up as something. I was going to respond but another child responded before me.
"Isn't he scary enough already?" they laughed. It was Kevin Mole. I looked over at him with derision. He smiled, revealing braces. I tossed my head to the front of the room, focusing on the warm-up problems. I realized I hadn't answered Mr. Wiggum's questions and I didn't want to. The teacher seemed to have forgotten.
I would have to do this Halloween thing but I didn't mind. It sounded kind of fun, only I had nothing to dress up as... I had to think of something...but my thoughts were soon interrupted as Math class began. The annoying girl was in all of my classes. She had long brown hair and big, beautiful brown eyes. She wore braces but they didn't help her teeth. Her name was Natalie Arpecio. She raised her hand to answer a question and winked at me. I rolled my eyes. I hated her.
Lunch rolled around in Keith Valley Middle School. I had brought nothing to eat and no money to buy lunch. I sat down quietly, waiting for it end. Natalie came down and sat next to me.
"Hi Raven!" she yelled. "Raven... that's a weird name. Who named you that? Huh? Who? And why didn't you understand what Mr. Wiggum said? And why do you have long hair? And what's with your CLOTHES?"
I looked over and her, my patience with this... thing...wearing thin, "If you continue to greet me in such a manner somebody is going to find your head on the ground."
She gasped, sticking out her tongue. The girl got up and walked away, sitting down at another table with her friends. I rolled my eyes again and adjusted my shoulder pads. What a weird girl.
Halloween had finally come.
And I had nothing to be. But did it bother me? No. I realized that I should be learning here, not partaking in their customs! That fool, Prozen had given me strict instructions to learn, which I wasn't doing a very good job of. I walked into school in my uniform and every guy teased me about it. I shrugged it off. That day Natalie came to me asking me if I would go "Trick- or-Treating" with her. I didn't respond.
I had no idea what that meant. The whole month had been a disaster. Maybe October was supposed to be that way?
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Man, that REALLY sucked. Sorry. Raven was so OOC in that it wasn't even funny. Give me suggestions PLEASE!! *needs brain juice*
And tell me how to make bold stuff appear bold and crap!
I'm shutting up... here's the chapter...
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October. There is talk of pumpkin festivals. Hayrides are popular this time of year.
So is the popular sport: "Let's poke fun at Raven".
School; educational wise had been fine. Peer (how could I even call them that?) wise, an absolute horror. I was teased about my clothes. My hair. My attitude. My eyes, even. Yet these things did not bother me in even least kind of way. Although I was still in training, I could kick all their asses in a Zoid battle. They wouldn't last a minute against me.
Out of all my subjects, it was Social Studies that I fared the worst in. For I had no idea what had went on in Earth's history. It didn't go over well when Mr. Rebel asked what year "Columbobo"; or whatever the hell his name was; sailed in and I didn't know. Utter humiliation. The good thing was, I wasn't going to be around another year to learn this crap.
English was boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. I did well... but my grade was low due to a project we did at the beginning of the month. We were asked to write five differences of our parents down... but when he got to me...
"Raven, can you tell us five differences between your parents?" he asked.
"No," I responded blankly.
"Why not?"
"I don't have any," I told him sternly, a hint of sadness in my voice.
"Adopted parents?" he asked.
"One. My parents were killed by an...an... asteroid. And then Minister Pro- I mean Gunter... Gunter Mmmozen. Gunter Mozen," I told him meekly. The class laughed hysterically at my made-up story. It was a failed attempt.
"Look, Raven, just because you don't want to tell us about your parents doesn't mean you have to go and make up stories. I want to see both of them in here tomorrow night for a conference," Mr. Rootdutch ordered. A conference?! Wasn't that for babies? I protested his argument but there was nothing to argue.
So when my parents didn't show up the next night... I not only got an F on my project but an "ice house", where I have to stay in some large, stuffy room all day called the LGIB. If was extremely boring and I fell asleep alot, which I got yelled at for. All the teachers there preferred to call me (or yell at me) "Raymond" and not Raven. I don't know if they were scared of my name or they just wanted to tease me.
But the other "bad" boys revered me for this and thought I was one of them. One of their little "group members," Kyle Sheet, asked me to join their group of troublemakers. But that wasn't what I was there to do.
"Yo, man! Why dontcha get your badass ova' 'ere and join our group?! We could use another boy! What'd ya say?" he asked me. I looked at him dully and turned around to walk away.
"A person of my status would never partake in such immature rituals such as the ones you perform," I responded irritably. I tried to sound smart to confuse him and it worked.
"What'd you sayin' man?" he yelled at me. I continued walking away, and I could hear a girlish "whatever" behind me. I smirked and went to my locker, spinning in the combination. The girl next to me hopped over to her locker, throwing a high-pitched "Hi!" into my ear. I cringed and looked over at her crossly.
I was going to say something but I didn't. She smiled, grabbing her books and closed her locker. I rolled my eyes. That girl was incredibly annoying. I didn't know why she was either. Girls were a mystery to me.
As the end of the month neared, people talked of "Halloween." I knew I couldn't ask what Halloween was. What would people think? I may have been new to this world but I wasn't stupid. I would have to ask in an indirect way. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed softly as I walked into Math class.
We were working on fractions. I hated working with fractions, for I didn't learn much about them on Planet Zi. I was much more familiar with decimals and such, due to the fact in my Zoid training I had learned to work with those numbers. I would have to in order to find out the condition of the Zoid in places. It was hard to explain.
As Mr. Wiggum entered the class, he stroked his beard. He looked at my notebook. It was filled with sketches of Zoids and such. He walked over to me and laughed.
"An artist, eh? Heh, heh... what are you going to be for Halloween?" he asked me. I looked up at him vaguely. He rolled his eyes, "What are you dressing up as?"
I smirked. So on Halloween you dress up as something. I was going to respond but another child responded before me.
"Isn't he scary enough already?" they laughed. It was Kevin Mole. I looked over at him with derision. He smiled, revealing braces. I tossed my head to the front of the room, focusing on the warm-up problems. I realized I hadn't answered Mr. Wiggum's questions and I didn't want to. The teacher seemed to have forgotten.
I would have to do this Halloween thing but I didn't mind. It sounded kind of fun, only I had nothing to dress up as... I had to think of something...but my thoughts were soon interrupted as Math class began. The annoying girl was in all of my classes. She had long brown hair and big, beautiful brown eyes. She wore braces but they didn't help her teeth. Her name was Natalie Arpecio. She raised her hand to answer a question and winked at me. I rolled my eyes. I hated her.
Lunch rolled around in Keith Valley Middle School. I had brought nothing to eat and no money to buy lunch. I sat down quietly, waiting for it end. Natalie came down and sat next to me.
"Hi Raven!" she yelled. "Raven... that's a weird name. Who named you that? Huh? Who? And why didn't you understand what Mr. Wiggum said? And why do you have long hair? And what's with your CLOTHES?"
I looked over and her, my patience with this... thing...wearing thin, "If you continue to greet me in such a manner somebody is going to find your head on the ground."
She gasped, sticking out her tongue. The girl got up and walked away, sitting down at another table with her friends. I rolled my eyes again and adjusted my shoulder pads. What a weird girl.
Halloween had finally come.
And I had nothing to be. But did it bother me? No. I realized that I should be learning here, not partaking in their customs! That fool, Prozen had given me strict instructions to learn, which I wasn't doing a very good job of. I walked into school in my uniform and every guy teased me about it. I shrugged it off. That day Natalie came to me asking me if I would go "Trick- or-Treating" with her. I didn't respond.
I had no idea what that meant. The whole month had been a disaster. Maybe October was supposed to be that way?
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Man, that REALLY sucked. Sorry. Raven was so OOC in that it wasn't even funny. Give me suggestions PLEASE!! *needs brain juice*
And tell me how to make bold stuff appear bold and crap!