Divagurl277: Yes, poetry is awesome. But that joke is from the most excellent movie The Dead Poets Society, a movie set in a boarding school in 1959, following seven boys (Todd, Neil, Charlie, Knox, Pitts, Meeks and Cameron), their English teacher, Mr. Keating, and their fight to break free from the constraints of society through the Dead Poets. Lots of plot twists and wonderful characters...see if you can rent it, but you can't have Charlie...Charlie MINE! Well, anyway, the whole joke comes from a quote from Whitman, "I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world" I think it is, so the boys, all in good fun, yell YAWP! When they get excited or something big is happening. I was excited, so I yawped. Um, yawp means a really loud yell...I think I'm going to shut up now.
The Halfa Wannabe: Aw ((hugs)) thank you! Read your bio, glad to see guys on Fan Fiction!
Starfire Star: ((calls to the agents)) You idiots! You're supposed to collect the normal people for re-education! ((the agents drop the nice, mental person (don't be offended, I'm crazy as they come) and back off)) Now, go find someone normal to catch! Thank you darling for that review!
AlwaysWrite: I was trying for that. Thanks for noticing. I wanted them to fight and separate, find something driving them apart. Torture, angst, MISERY! Hehehe...I'm feeling a little evil, can't ya tell? ;)
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I was at home, drowning my misery in a good old fashioned dose of chocolate and rock music. Actually, the rock was to drown out the fact I was crying to my grandmother. The last thing I needed was her breathing down my neck, asking what had happened to me. I flipped dully through the tracks on my mixed CDs, settling for the truth a Good Charlotte song. I was young and I was hopeless, I was lost and I know this, I'm going nowhere fast, that's what they said! I was troubled, I was bother- eh, well, I wasn't angry at my father, but you get the point. The music switched to 'Breaking the Habit', (A/N: Hi Rachel! Hope your reading this!) and I drifted into sweet bliss of sleep.
But there was school the next morning. I rolled out of bed (literally) a mess of running make up and crumpled clothes. I knuckled my eyes and looked at the glittery black mess that was resting on my fingers. I was staring at my closet when there was a light tap at my door. It was Grandma.
"You don't have to go to school today sweetie." she said warmly. I blinked at her in total disbelief. "Do you think that I really didn't hear you last night."
Still, I just blinked. Then she closed the door; I sank back into my bed and pulled the covers tight over myself. I felt too cold and empty for something that should have been small, a minor spat between friends, am I right? But still, I nuzzled my pillow and thought deeply, I felt cut. There was an endless feeling in me, deep and dark as Hell, that was seeping through to every part of my body. I pulled my pillow tight and felt ears welling up. I didn't want to cry anymore, I didn't cry, Sam Manson did not cry! But she was, and she was also screwed up.
The fact that Danny neither needed nor wanted me was driving me to a breaking point. I grabbed a handful of sheets and twisted them. How dare he? Hadn't I saved his sorry ass on many an occasion? Hadn't I made up for the flubs of both Tucker and Danny? Hadn't I been the one to distract, take hits, think fast and always be there for him! What the hell was wrong with him! I pressed my fingers into my temples, I was ready to pop with complicated emotion and stress. Now, to top things off on what should have been a great Friday I was home for the day, wallowing in my misery, missing work at school that would have to be made up later and writhing in mental pain.
I got up and went back to my closet. I pale smile lit my face, it was time to sneak out. I rifled through some shirts, it was time to sneak out in Goth style.
The winter dawn was icy and frigid as I swung out my window and into the early morning to beat Danny to the corner. I knew he would be taking the bus if he didn't have to stop at my house to get me. I thudded into the snow, cursing for not thinking ahead and wearing taller boots and a pair of long johns, then slipped silently off. I ran along the pavement of the sidewalk, skidding on ice. Lord, I was ditz that morning. Danny was almost to the bus stop as I waded in the shadows. I had chosen my black cloak, black pants, black boots and a black shirt with flowing sleeves. It was a style that I normally stayed away from, but today, I wanted the brooding, the dark, the dramatic. I was waiting when Danny laughed.
"If you think you can sneak up on me Sam, then your losing your common sense." his words were cold and biting to me. His smug smile was taking a tic beat in my eye. Damn ghost boy with his stupid powers and-
The ranting is really going to have to stop.
I stepped forth and glowered at him. He shook his head and looked at the sky. "It's a nice day for fly, don't you think?" he asked nonchalantly, "Too bad you're grounded. But some people do stupid things that makes it very hard to have them around. After all, how would I look if you were hurt in the middle of my battle? Hm?"
"And what if you got hurt?" I asked. "How do you think Tucker and I would feel?"
"I'm not going to get hurt." he said confidently. I rolled my eyes, this was an issue that he'd never back down on. It was something that Jazz had told me...something about the ego of a teenager, that they feel untouchable. I think Danny had finally emerged from being unsure and, weirded out by his strange and accidental powers to being cocky. It was a change that I wasn't appreciating. He scanned my attire.
"Sam, Sam, would something a little less drab would be better." he reached over and fingered my cape. I slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me." I said, squirming. Danny's face clouded.
"Why are you like this?"
"Like what?"
"So...un-Sam-like."
"If, no, when, you're in need of understanding without questions, or being saved, Tucker and I do it, well, mainly me, but who's keeping track of that? Ok, well, maybe I am, but, that's not the point!" I was now pacing as Danny leant against a lamp post. If this was an argument, it was a strange one. Here I was being, as Danny was right, so unlike myself. I was yelling and storming, demanding that he just get it. Whatever it was. But that was just it. I was being confusing. I didn't want to cede from my spot, Danny had been so rude yesterday. And I was stubborn. The bus was rumbling into view. I turned away, I was too out of my mind for this, and started back down the street. I heard Danny pick up a run, but in my direction! In a few seconds he'd grabbed me around my waist, gone intangible and leapt into the air. We stopped at a rooftop and Danny set me down. He switched back and sat, leaning back onto a air vent.
"You have all day." he said calmly, "Now, tell me what's wrong."
Sorry about the short chapter, but my attention span was like this big ((makes the little finger thingie)) this week. I dunno what's up with that, but it's driving me nuts. So when I sat down to do some writing, the inspiration wasn't coming. This was all I could get out before I just decided to stop writing before I wrote something really confusing and pointless. The cliffhanger was good right there, so I stopped and went to think some more stuff out, expect an update on Sunday! Laters - Dru