Laria: I wan to tell you all now that I probably wont be updating anything
for the next couple of weeks, one because I'm in the middle of writing four
stories, with writers block in most of them. And two because I'm going to
working on a story for a Fan Fiction Contest I wanna enter. So I'll be
focusing most of my time on that. Either that or the "Drum God" story me
and my friend Pam are writing
Bakura: she's not writing it, she's just giving you ideas
Laria: ok, Pam's helping me write. For anyone interested in those stories I'll have them up no later then the end of December
Bakura: which really means you'll see them some time in March
Laria: not true!
Bakura: sure
Laria: grrr why do I even put up with you?
Bakura: because I'm the star of the fic
Laria: ok since you're the star you can do the contest info.
Bakura: awww can't you make Ryou do it
Laria: yes, but I want you to
Bakura: -_- the winner is Windy Bakura, ruu was close only one day off, and Saturn Imp was right to, but Windy was the first to review.
Laria: merci
Bakura: yeah yeah
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Making My Own Paradise
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[December 18 - Entry 116]
This sucks; I can't believe they don't celebrate holidays here. Every other holiday is fine; I never really liked them anyways. But they don't even celebrate Christmas! Christmas is my favorite part of the year. Just ask anyone back in Egypt. I like Christmas more then my own birthday.
By this time I'd have the whole house decorated by myself. This is good because my parents work all the time. They loved to come home to a decorated house. Well except the tree, we would always do that together. Me and my dad would put on the lights and the tinsel while mum cooked dinner.
It would always be something really good, mostly meatloaf. I love her meatloaf, with mashed potatoes and corn. She would always put it separate on the plate, but I would mush it all together so you couldn't really tell what it was.
After dinner my parents would get out the ornaments and I would pick out the Christmas music. I had tons of Christmas CD's. my friends would some times get annoyed with me because I would listen to them all the time. I would always brake out singing random songs for no reason.
Speaking of singing, I was subconsoinaly singing 'o come all ye faithful' in class day.
*~*~*~*
Bakura sat at his desk in the back of the classroom he had his science book open but he wasn't reading it. He was spacing out, singing softly to himself.
"... Oh come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem..."
Marik come in and sat down beside him. Bakura didn't even acknowledge his presences. He just sat there still singing to himself. Marik stared at him.
"... Come and behold him, born the king of angels. Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him oh come let us adore him Ch-"
"What are you singing?"
Both Bakura and Marik jumped. Bakura the most because he was off in his own little world. They both looked up and saw Pegasus standing by there desk. Bakura gulped.
"nothing, sir"
"that's what I thought," Pegasus said "and if you don't want to get in trouble it'll stay nothing."
"yes, sir" Bakura nodded
"good" Pegasus said "good"
Bakura sighed quietly as Pegasus left there desk and went to the front of the class.
"what did Pegasus want?" Seto asked as he sat down in his seat.
"he wanted to know what Bakura was singing" Marik told him
"oh"
Seto turned hi attention on Pegasus, but Marik's was still on Bakura. Bakura was staring out the window at the thick layer of snow they now had. He sighed again.
"what were you singing" Marik asked quietly
"nothing..." Bakura whispered quietly back, still looking out the window. "just a Christmas song"
"Christmas?" Marik questioned. Bakura turned to him. He didn't even know what Christmas was. Did he know what any holidays were?
"I'll tell you at my house" Bakura said so that only Marik could hear him.
~*~*~*~
after class we spent the day in the bathroom and I told him all kinds of stories about Christmas. He seemed to really like the idea. Eventually though we got tired of talking and went on to... other things. But you don't want to hear about that.
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Laria: another short chapter. Oh well I need to go work on my other story anyways and now to the star of the fic for the contest info
Bakura: no I refuse! This is Ryou's job!
Laria: but you're the star
Ryou: I like doing it though
Laria: ok Ryou, you can do it then
Ryou: ^_^ Contest Question # 6: what is Malik's least favorite food? Contest Prize #6: Malik Plushie
Laria: I told you that these would get harder.
Bakura: how come all these questions are about Malik, I demand a question!
Laria: Special Contest Question: how do you get Bakura to shut up? Special Contest Plushie: it's a secret ^_~ this is a real Question so answer it best answer wins! And you can win either of these, so answer both of them.
Bakura: that's not the kind of question I wanted!
Laria: to bad
Ryou: good luck!!
Bakura: she's not writing it, she's just giving you ideas
Laria: ok, Pam's helping me write. For anyone interested in those stories I'll have them up no later then the end of December
Bakura: which really means you'll see them some time in March
Laria: not true!
Bakura: sure
Laria: grrr why do I even put up with you?
Bakura: because I'm the star of the fic
Laria: ok since you're the star you can do the contest info.
Bakura: awww can't you make Ryou do it
Laria: yes, but I want you to
Bakura: -_- the winner is Windy Bakura, ruu was close only one day off, and Saturn Imp was right to, but Windy was the first to review.
Laria: merci
Bakura: yeah yeah
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Making My Own Paradise
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[December 18 - Entry 116]
This sucks; I can't believe they don't celebrate holidays here. Every other holiday is fine; I never really liked them anyways. But they don't even celebrate Christmas! Christmas is my favorite part of the year. Just ask anyone back in Egypt. I like Christmas more then my own birthday.
By this time I'd have the whole house decorated by myself. This is good because my parents work all the time. They loved to come home to a decorated house. Well except the tree, we would always do that together. Me and my dad would put on the lights and the tinsel while mum cooked dinner.
It would always be something really good, mostly meatloaf. I love her meatloaf, with mashed potatoes and corn. She would always put it separate on the plate, but I would mush it all together so you couldn't really tell what it was.
After dinner my parents would get out the ornaments and I would pick out the Christmas music. I had tons of Christmas CD's. my friends would some times get annoyed with me because I would listen to them all the time. I would always brake out singing random songs for no reason.
Speaking of singing, I was subconsoinaly singing 'o come all ye faithful' in class day.
*~*~*~*
Bakura sat at his desk in the back of the classroom he had his science book open but he wasn't reading it. He was spacing out, singing softly to himself.
"... Oh come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem..."
Marik come in and sat down beside him. Bakura didn't even acknowledge his presences. He just sat there still singing to himself. Marik stared at him.
"... Come and behold him, born the king of angels. Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him oh come let us adore him Ch-"
"What are you singing?"
Both Bakura and Marik jumped. Bakura the most because he was off in his own little world. They both looked up and saw Pegasus standing by there desk. Bakura gulped.
"nothing, sir"
"that's what I thought," Pegasus said "and if you don't want to get in trouble it'll stay nothing."
"yes, sir" Bakura nodded
"good" Pegasus said "good"
Bakura sighed quietly as Pegasus left there desk and went to the front of the class.
"what did Pegasus want?" Seto asked as he sat down in his seat.
"he wanted to know what Bakura was singing" Marik told him
"oh"
Seto turned hi attention on Pegasus, but Marik's was still on Bakura. Bakura was staring out the window at the thick layer of snow they now had. He sighed again.
"what were you singing" Marik asked quietly
"nothing..." Bakura whispered quietly back, still looking out the window. "just a Christmas song"
"Christmas?" Marik questioned. Bakura turned to him. He didn't even know what Christmas was. Did he know what any holidays were?
"I'll tell you at my house" Bakura said so that only Marik could hear him.
~*~*~*~
after class we spent the day in the bathroom and I told him all kinds of stories about Christmas. He seemed to really like the idea. Eventually though we got tired of talking and went on to... other things. But you don't want to hear about that.
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Laria: another short chapter. Oh well I need to go work on my other story anyways and now to the star of the fic for the contest info
Bakura: no I refuse! This is Ryou's job!
Laria: but you're the star
Ryou: I like doing it though
Laria: ok Ryou, you can do it then
Ryou: ^_^ Contest Question # 6: what is Malik's least favorite food? Contest Prize #6: Malik Plushie
Laria: I told you that these would get harder.
Bakura: how come all these questions are about Malik, I demand a question!
Laria: Special Contest Question: how do you get Bakura to shut up? Special Contest Plushie: it's a secret ^_~ this is a real Question so answer it best answer wins! And you can win either of these, so answer both of them.
Bakura: that's not the kind of question I wanted!
Laria: to bad
Ryou: good luck!!