Disclaimer: OK, I think everyone knows what I'm going to say and I don't know why I bother but just incase someone happens to sue me I need protection. (Not very plausible but definitely possible…. Although I can't see why anybody would want to…. *shrug*.) Everything that you know is in the Valdemar/Velgarth books is hers. (A.K.A characters, plots, towns ECT.) Anything else is all mine.
Blah mean's Abby's/ my thoughts or her good/bad devil. (hehe)
:Blah: means mindspeech.
"Blah" regular speech
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Mari is pronounced Mar-ee, not Ma-ree
Abby's good and bad devils: They're , Luce (bad devil) and Sato (good devil.) They are mostly her conscience and there sort of like companions, I'm not sure if I'll keep them through the whole story. They have something to do with the ADHD
By the way, this is a tester of how a girl goes to Valdemar works out. The styles a little different from my other pieces but… well…. here it goes. Oh, I'm going to introduce the characters back on earth so bear with me for the first chapter or two.
Chapter one: smiles and scowlsThis is depressing. I thought grumpily as for the third time in a row I was unable to actually break the board in my Tae Kwon doe class. Even the beginners can break these easy boards and I've been taking these stupid fighting lessons for, what now, a year. I'm so pathetic. My instructor watched me from the corner of his eye with an expression that masked pity in them. He knew, and I knew that there was no point in trying to teach me to fight, I was hopeless and the only one who didn't seem to know that was my mom.
She thought I was good at everything. I rolled my eyes at that thought, parent's always thought that their children were better then they actually were except for Mari's parents, but she didn't need me snooping into her problems. I reluctantly turned my attention back on the board that had an 'Abby proof' sign on it in invisible ink. I glared at the sign in complete disgust, kicked it hard- and ended up hopping around on one foot for the rest of the class. It was the curse of the 'Abby can't break a board.'
I walked out of the class 10 minutes later, with the curse still intact and probably growing by the moment, and skipped over to where my mom met me with the false cheerfulness that always hovered around her personality. She congratulated me on my effort and then led the way out of the room, stopping every five seconds to talk to other mom's so it was more like an ants pace crawling along.
I sighed and leaned on the wall when my mom stopped to talk yet again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little girl twirling around, doing some sort of gymnastics. That was what I was good at, agility, flexibility and fast thinking. Not that it helped me in these classes of repeated kicks, punches and jumps all laid out in a nice neat, never-ending pattern. Kick, punch, pivot, repeat… and then repeat again, nothing exciting, nothing new, always the same old thing. It gets boring and then more boring each class. Maybe that's why I'm doing so lousy, because there's no spirit in the moves, just technique, and as my friends always tell me, I need spirit as much as I need water to drink.
Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but I was the life and death of a party. Something that I loved and my mom (obviously) didn't. Maybe that was why she kept dragging me to these pointless classes. It wasn't because she thought I was good, it was to keep me away from trouble. Needless to say that is uncalled for, I mean I'm 13 for goodness sakes; she should give me some slack.
My mom finally drew herself away from her fellow mom and I marched out to the car trying to keep myself from being more irritated then I should be. She should be free to socialize, one part of me (probably the good devil sitting on my right shoulder) thought persuasively, but the other half (bad devil to the core) kept on repeating why does she keep jabbering on and on, we need to go, I need to get to my computer. (Yeah, that's me, no angel, just devil, just sometimes less devilish then most times.) I weighed the two thoughts out. Good devil, bad devil, good, bad. It's no use, I agree with them both, oh, how sad.
I walked to the car and got in as a reminder that maybe my mom should keep going because poor exhausted Abby was sweltering in the heat of the way to hot sun. I glared at the sun for good measure; I wanted it to be cold. But then again when it's cold, I want it to be hot. I shook my head; I'm a lost cause, always wanting what I can't have.
I caught some people giving me odd stares and I just winked back at them. Life was good and they weren't going to get in the way of things. No sir-ee, not today, well not any day but that's beside the point. I giggled to myself and found myself jumping up and down in the seat of the car in excitement for something that wasn't going to happen.
That's another thing about me, I have severe case of ADHD (attention deficit hyperactivity disorder) which means jumpy, jumpy in the car and going wee, wee, if I don't have a pill in the morning, which my mom conveniently forgot to give me on this fine Saturday. So, here I am doing it and making an absolute fool of myself for my own amusement. But, that's ok because nobody can see it through the tinted windows. Or can they? I looked out the window just in case and found nobody looking at me so I went back to my earlier motion of shaking the car.
Poor, insignificant Abby. I thought to myself miserably in the heat. Your mom's talking in the nice, air-conditioned building, and you are out here suffering-and its all your fault.
Wait! I see my mom, I started jumping harder in the seat and waved cheerfully at her. Life was great.
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Mari looks sad again today. I thought looking over my shoulder at my best friend's glum face. Those freakin' parents of her just won't leave her alone. She always has to be the best at everything, school, sports, music, but it won't work, it can't. There aren't enough hours in the day for her to try to be the genius at everything and nobody's perfect all though she's getting close. Mari's parent's never thought she did well enough if she got anything less then A's in school. B's just wouldn't do for her parents although that my normal grade.
Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself, just because you have low self-esteem and you picked a friend that was practically perfect doesn't give you any right. My good devil side said irritably.
Leave me alone. I said offhandedly not much paying attention to the voice echoing inside my head.
"Whaa?" I realized I spoke aloud when Mari gave me a confused response and I hastened to apologize, she doesn't deserve my bad temper as well as her parents.
"Never mind Mar, I'm just being my usual self, rambling on and on with no good reason. Like the energizer bunny!" I grinned.
"Ok Abby, ramble on." Mari grinned. It felt good to make Mari's face lift and a smile take the place of the frowns. That's part of the reason I clown around a lot because I love to make people laugh and for my own, selfish, enjoyment. (Bad devil, again, he seems to be popping up a lot more then he used to these days.) It doesn't really help my erm, let's say relationship with the teachers, especially the ones who had opinionated grading. Cough, cough, not pointing fingers, cough, cough, English. I looked around, and hoped that my English teacher wasn't around to hear me. I would probably get C's if he was but he wasn't there so I continued to have my 'coughing fit.'
Mari looked at me with an odd expression on her face and I giggle a bit and then leaned against a locker-that wasn't there I could feel myself falling backwards until … 'whoff! into the paper disposal bin I went. much to the extreme amusement of Mari, who was shaking with laughter against a real locker, and the others who saw my mishap.
Haha, very funny. I thought getting up and brushing dust and paper off me making my viewers laugh even harder. All right, all right, I thought crossly you've had your fun now will you please go away. Of course, they didn't go away so I did the thing that would make them go the fastest, and be what they expected of me, the class clown. I did a mock bow and tipped an imaginable hat towards my audience trying to keep the scowl of my face and be the people pleaser I usually was, I'm not sure if it worked.
I don't know what's gotten into me lately, usually I'm cheerful and nice, but some of my thoughts these days have been down right nasty and I'm not reacting the way I usually would. This incident was really getting on my nerves. You asked for it when you became a comedian bad devil told me contemptuously. Now deal!
Oh, shut up! I mutter crossly. The first bell rang and I walked dejectedly to my first class: English.
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First chapter done! It's a little weird, and I'm sorry if I offended anybody with my erm- less then likable description about tae kwon doe, I actually do like it, but Abby doesn't. Anyway, I hope you liked it! R + R please!
Cheers without tears!
Stee