I WON'T BE THERE
I don't want to make this harder than I have to
This is how it has to be
There's so many things I want to say
But you just don't listen to me
I don't wanna hurt you
You don't want to hurt me
I can't stand you
And you can't stand me
We can't rearrange you can never change me
Say goodbye
Nothing I say can change your mind because
I can't stay
Tomorrow I'll be on my way
So don't expect to find me sleeping in my bed
'Cuz when you wake up
I wont be there
I wont be there
Everything I say you find a way
To make it sound like I was born just yesterday
And everything you taught me
Doesn't mean a thing
So I'm going my way
I don't wanna hurt you
You don't want to hurt me
I can't stand you
And you can't stand me
We can't rearrange
You can never change me
Say goodbye
nothing I say can change your mind because
I can't stay
Tomorrow I'll be on my way
So don't expect to find me sleeping in my bed
'Cuz when you wake up
I wont be there
I wont be there
This is the last night that I spend at home
And it won't take to long for you to notice
Wont take long for you to find out that I'm gone
I can't stay
Tomorrow I'll be on my way
So don't expect to find me sleeping in my bed
'Cuz when you wake up
I wont be there
I can't stay
Tomorrow I'll be on my way
So don't expect to find me sleeping in my bed
'Cuz when you wake up
I wont be there
I wont be there
I wont be there
I wont be there
Chapter 1
As Ravyn sat at her desk, in the back corner of the classroom, she flipped through The Two Towers. Again.
"Miss Summers, It might come as a shock to you, but reading your History book instead of those silly fantasy novel might help you more on your next test. I have never heard of a job were a person sits around all day reading books so I think History is a more appropriate thing to read in this class." The teacher said with a smirk of satisfaction as the class snickered. Ravyn simply rolled her eyes.
'Ah, the daily passing of insults between myself and the rest of the town. Lovely.' She thought. Out loud, though, she countered, "I guess you have never heard of editors and publishers, but wait, that would be expecting to much for a teacher to know that fact, now wouldn't it." Ravyn batted her eyes innocently as the teacher narrowed her own eyes, angrily. The class was silent.
Ravyn glared at the teacher that stood in the front of the classroom. It was almost the end of her senior year but she did not, no, could not stand much more of this.
"That's it," Ravyn announced to no one specific, "I'm out of here." She rose with grace out of her seat, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and headed towards the door.
As she reached the front of the classroom the only thing that stood between her and total freedom was the 5' 4" teacher. Lucky for Ravyn that she was slightly under six feet. Maybe.
"If you dare leave this room, young lady," Ravyn rolled her eyes at the teacher who was trying to be firm took a step back from her. "Don't you ever think you can come back in."
Ravyn looked down on the teacher who stood before her in disgust. She then leaned over so she was now face to face with the annoying individual. "I was counting on that fact." She smirked as the teacher took another step back looking slightly scared of Ravyn.
Ravyn rolled her eyes, once again, and silently walked out of the classroom.
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Ravyn slammed her locker shut and the metallic sound echoed through the empty halls. She had just put all the books she wouldn't need for school in locker; a.k.a. all of them, since she was not coming back anyway.
Now don't take Ravyn the wrong way, I mean, she's not suicidal . . . Wait, well maybe she was but That would be they 'Cowards way out' as she would put it, and she prided herself in not cowering to anything. Okay, she did freak out when she found a spider in her bed when she woke up this morning, but hey, she was half a sleep. Can you blame her?
Ravyn decided to take the long way home instead of the short cut she had found the year before. As she walked down the street, she saw that there was a carnival going on in a field. This field was were most of the big town events were held. As she got closer she saw that it was a renaissance festival. I small smile tugged at her lips. She had read about a festival coming up but she did not think she would have enough time to go.
Ravyn glanced down at her watch then immediately rolled her eyes. Like anyone at that house she lived at would care if she was there at a specific time or not. They probably would not even notice she was gone.
You see, Ravyn was adopted. She had lived with many foster parents over the years but this pair was the worst. They hated her with a passion and she was sometimes beaten for her attitude so Ravyn figured if she stayed out of their way, they would stay out of hers. She shuddered, not wanting to think of how she was going to tell them she, in a way, was just expelled.
As she walked by the festival she decided 'What the hell. Might as well have fun while I can.'
She paid for a ticket and walked into the festival. People were all decked out in medieval costumes making Ravyn feel kind of odd walking around in a 'You suck and that's sad' T-shirt and tight red plaid plants with bondage straps across the back and her knee high boots. (Ok people, bondage straps are NOT what you think. They are just two strap attacked to the back buckle on each side of the back of a pair of pants that crises cross and clip onto a hook at the back of the knee.) Though her boots were the coolest part of her outfit because she could slide a knife or dagger into a holster in each boot. Coolies!
As she walked through the festival she mentally counted all her money. She had a few hundred dollars that she was saving up to buy a car, but that was probably out of the question with her leaving school. Her adoptive parents where going to go nuts! She sighed, suddenly saddened by the thought of another verbal beating. Well, who wouldn't be?
"M'lady, you look like you need a nice dagger." A voice said from one of the stands. Ravyn looked up to see who the person was talking to and locked eyes with a man that stood next to many, beautiful but expensive swords on display. He was talking to her. "Come over here and I will show you some beauties we have over here." He said, walking to the back of the tent and motioning for her to follow.
As thoughts of rapist and axe murders flew through her head, Ravyn sighed and, for the hundredth time that day, thought 'What the heck, I have nothing lose.'
When she saw what was in the back of the tent a small gasp escaped her lips. Swords and daggers were all lined up on tables. The daggers seemed like they had jewels embedded in them, as did the swords.
"These we only show to special people because their worth is great." Spoke the man, picking up a rather beautiful dagger out of the bunch. Ravyn knew the dagger was worth more than she could afford, as was everything else in the back of the tent.
"Look, I think these are beautiful and all but I really don't have enough of money for any of this stuff so I you will excuse me . . ." Ravyn turned to leave but was cut of by the old mans voice.
"Oh, my dear, these weapons are not for sale. Oh no, their worth is two great. No, these we give to people because it is their other half; a part of their very souls." He handed her three daggers. Two of them could easily fit into her boots and the other one looked to be like one you would strap to your back. Ravyn looked at the old man, her thoughts now turning to 'crazed maniac' but she slowly reached for the daggers. She looked at him, as if to ok that she could touch them. He smiled, showing three gold teeth in return.
Ravyn looked at the two daggers that could fit in her boots first. It looked like they had rubies and diamonds embedded in them. The other one, supposedly for her back, had sapphires and diamonds. She looked at the old man again. He was looking at some rather expensive looking swords.
"Um," Ravyn said awkwardly. What was she to do? He just gave her three daggers that looked very expensive for free. No, there had to be some trick she was missing. "These stones aren't real, right?"
The old man frowned. "Of course they're real. I would never give anyone something fake." He picked up a medium length sword and handed it to her. She glanced at him, hesitating again. He sighed. "I give these as a gift. They are yours and you will put more use to them that gathering dust here." He thrust the sword into her outstretched hand.
Ravyn was ready to feel the swords heaviness but it was quite light. It also had some odd writing on it, like the daggers had. The daggers too, she noticed, were quite light. She glanced at the old man.
"Ah, made by the craftsmanship of the elves, those were. Use them well, m'lady." And with that the man walked out of the tent to add a customer who wanted to know the price of something.
Ravyn looked at the sword in her hands then at the daggers, which she had laid on the table. Elves made these? Now she really knew that guy was crazy. He seemed to really want her to have these. Well, she was not one to say no to such precious gifts so she put the ruby daggers into her boots and strapped the sapphire under the back of her shirt. She did not think it would be that simple to hide the sword so she just strapped the belt one and put on her jacket to conceal the dagger on her back even more.
She than walked back out side and looked at the daggers that you would strap to your wrist. They looked pretty cool so she bought two of those. They were both pure silver and were, like the others, quite light. The old man just looked at her and smiled. She could not help but smile back.
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Ravyn left the festival after dark caring two large bags, not including her backpack. She had brought one ball dress and two skirts with two different colored corsets to go with them. She also bought a couple of white and black peasant shirts. She did not know why but she really liked them. She also had bought a cloak that was black with a silver shimmer to it. As Ravyn mentally went through all her purchases, she remembered she had two pares of baggy pants and two t-shirts. She did not know why she had brought them. She just had this odd feeling that morning that she would need them. As she walked over the small bridge that leads to her house, she noticed lights coming from the other side of it. She quickly walked onto the sidewalk. As the vehicle got closer, Ravyn realized the care was out of control and coming at her. She tried her best to get out of the way but the car still nicked her knee, sending her over the wall of the bridge. She went plummeting down to the jagged rocks and rapids below. The same thought kept going through her mind. 'I'm not ready to die.' Her body never hit the water. ONE DAYSometimes this house feels like a prison
that I just can't leave behind
there's so many rules I got to follow
'cuz you can't let go
I don't wanna hear it
And I just can't believe it
All the stupid things you say but
One day I won't take this anymore
One day I'll be old enough to do what I want to
I won't have to run away
And you won't be there to say I'm not allowed to
One day
Sometimes I wonder if you know me
Or if you just pretend to care So tell me are you On a mission to bring me down I don't wanna hear it
And I just can't believe it
All the stupid things you say but
One day I won't take this anymore
One day I'll be old enough to do what I want to
I won't have to run away
And you won't be there to say I'm not allowed to
One day Go Away Don't Look At Me Cause We're Not The Same And You Can't Do Nothin' You Can Say That It's Not Ok But I'm Not Afraid And You Can't Do Nothin' One day I won't take this anymore
I'll be old enough to do what I want to
I won't have to run away
And you won't be there to say I'm not allowed to
One Day (A.N. Ok, I could not choose between the first song at the top and this one so, being the dork that I am, put both of them up. They are by Simple Plan. Good band!)