A fan fiction & poetry slam by Kate-chan 91
Disclaimer: Q: Does a 14-year-old girl own the copyrights to the characters & properties of the comic W.I.T.C.H.?
A: Nnnnnoooooooooooo. (Nuff said.)
Kate-chan 91's tidbits (A/N): Oops, I misunderstood my parents: They said I could go on the Internet as long it's not anime-related. It still sucks, though, especially since almost all my teachers, including my gym teacher assigned me homework over the weekend, so I can't even enjoy my break. (WTF?) -- Anyway, since I only got three chapters left for this story (there will be another element other than energy/electricity, Will's element), I've decided to finish this story by Labor Day. Chapters 4 & 5 should be published this Sunday, September 04, 2005, & the final chapter will be published on my mom's birthday, Labor Day. All my reviewers, Harryrulesmyworld, Keeley05, Scottgrubb, & one of my friends (who reviewed under Rin) receive toast for reviewing. (Throws you all toast) I'm considering conducting an "award ceremony for the end of chapter six to give out weird reviews for anyone reviewing like "Most reviews (all story)" or "Most chapters reviewed in a row".
Enjoy chapter four, everyone! You're being all very supportive! -v
Chapter Four: Air Sonnet(A/N: I really love this chapter's title…)
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As the crowd applauded, Gerald left the stage & got back into his seat. He then whispered into the ear of the girl next to him, Irene that it was her turn to read, so in response she got up & walked with delicate steps towards the mike at the very end of the wooden stage.
Irene was wearing a white t-shirt with black & white pleated miniskirt. A long black string of yarn was tied around her waist with a SD Artemis key chain clipped to it. She looked the most different looking out of all the gang of poets visiting this school. Some would say she was creepy looking, with her long black hair & attire, others cool-looking. All would probably say, however, could describe her with one adjective: unique.
Since everyone in the audience, especially the guardians, was too busy looking at her in awe or weirdly as she kept walking on with a shy smile on her face. The near silence was broken when Irene starting talking to the audience consisting of puberty-stricken teens.
" Alright, I know how annoyed you can get when someone tells you 'Good Morning boys & girls!' & then you repeat it to them, so I'll just cut into the chase & ask you guys if you can refresh your mind & tell your peers what a sonnet is, & I don't want it to be just the five girls in the fourth row."
Obviously, more people than the five guardians excitedly raised their hands in hope of being singled out by Irene; the majority of them seemed to consider the elder girl to be a goddess.
Irene picked the hand of one of the Gumper sisters, who answered incorrectly with " A two line poem." Because the girl was wrong, she selected the hand of another person who also answered incorrectly, this time he answered with " A poem made to be a shape of a diamond."
Two more kids later, Irene was starting to get ticked off when she selected the hand of the boy who possessed a not-so-secret-crush of Irma: Martin Tubbs.
"A sonnet is a 14 line poem that rhymes in a specific way." Martin replied to the poet.
Irene frown turned slightly downside-up as she told him that while he was correct, he was missing some things. She then asked if anyone could add more to the definition of a sonnet. This time, only the guardians raised their hands, & Hay Lin was singled out.
"There are two main types of sonnets: the Italian sonnet & the other is known as the English sonnet. The Italian sonnet's first line rhymes with lines four, five & eight. After the eighth line, a "turn" occurs, with the subject being looked at a different point of view."
"The English sonnet," Hay Lin continued, "will have only the third line rhyming with the first line. In both forms, the sonnet composes of two sections: an octect (first eight lines) & a sestest (the last six lines)."
Irene smile became a grin as she exclaimed, "Well done, both of you! Before I start, I'll also note that there are many other strict rules of how to write a sonnet in the 1900's that are possible to ignore now. And now I'll start on my Italian sonnet about air!"
Air & Wind
The wind is blowing on my face
It refreshes my soul
It's causing a weeping willow to sway
I wish it were possible to embrace
Something earth never will replace
Surfers depend on the wind's effect on water
The breeze aids in moving dreadful smells
It's something that's rarely a disgrace
A smog alert has been announced today
The air is dirty & makes me cough
The rain is acid & destroys trees
It causes devastating natural disasters
There are now even holes in the ozone
The next several decades will make me wear more sunscreen
Everyone cheered & whooped, even Uriah & his gang.
End of chapter four: Ack- It's 11:24 pm right now. I'll finish up & upload the rest of this fan fiction tomorrow, which is also my mom's birthday.
Ja Ne!
Kate-chan 91