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I sent it a while ago...
GOTS IT!!!
THANKS :D
Hello?
Hello.
Don't act so calm.
hey all
Hey Nobody.
Sorry, but my computer won't let me look at you blog
Okay...
I guess.
and val, that was one cool story yesterday
and i have a headache :D
I'll be as calm as I want.
Thanks Nobody :D
Did you read my story Nobody?
where is it?
That's a 'You haven't'.
I want to write more.
I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING TODAY!!!
i'd like to write. mm... give me a sec
Here's a review someone gave me on my story:
Fantastic, Val! This story is one of skill! It really is an epic piece of writing.
I'm hanging out desperately for more.
You definitely have the writing skill! (i'm so jealous)
But really. This story is fantastic! Leaves me on the edge of my seat for more! I am REALLY looking forward to reading the chapters to follow!
I'm going to attempt a fourth chapter, so if I have slow responses, that's why.
i can write to. here it is
Dan jumped of the bus, hit the ground with his palms, rolled in an attempt to slow himself down, and ended up sprawled on the middle of the road. The bus swerved and hit a shop. Dan pulled out his gun and aimed it at the bus, trying to stop his hand from trembling. And then finally, something climbed out of the broken windscreen. It used to be a person. But now it was just a dead thing, fuelled by the need to kill. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? All he wanted was to be alone. He fired the handgun the times. Only one found its mark. The bullet buried itself in the things brain, but it didn’t need a brain. The thing stumbled forward.
God, he hated zombies
It stumbled towards him. The huge piece of glass in its leg slowed it down. Dan considered running. He might make it. The thing was big, but slow and stupid. But zombies weren’t known for giving up. They were known for tearing apart their victims. Dan made a decision. He ran... towards the zombie. He attempted a roundhouse kick, but instead of the thing falling, deafened, it grabbed his leg and pulled him over. If Dan had been a fighter, he could have kept his balance. But he wasn’t a fighter. He was a weakling, wanted dead for pathetic reasons.
“Please,” he whispered, as it leant over him. “Don’t.”
It grinned, a rotten grin. It was properly told to do that. After it was finished grinning, it reached down with both hands, and crushed Dan’s head.
That's really good.
Wanna read mine?
It's a bit long.
sorry, i made a mistake, it's
he fired the handgun three times, and only one found its mark
I got it.
and yeah, i'll read yours
Why was it so cold? She didn’t want to move. She was comfortable there. But why did it need to be so cold? She could hear something. Sirens. Where was she? She opened her eyes. Ugh. She was still in her bedroom.
Wait. Sirens?
She rolled over and landed on the floor.
‘Ow…’ She moaned. She did that every day. She needed a bigger bed. She got up and looked at her closet. She picked out jeans and a football jersey. She tripped at the top of the stairs and eventually landed on the floor. She did that every day too. She grunted and got up. She checked her watch. 2:30am. What the hell was happening? She opened the front door and saw that the house across the street had broken windows. Nothing to do with her. She shut the door again and walked into the kitchen. She ignored the toaster completely because the last time she used it, the toaster burnt half of her hair off. She opened the microwave carefully and avoided the small explosion of goo.
‘Ryan!’ She called up the stairs. ‘Get down here!’ She heard a groan, a thump and a swear as Ryan hit his head against the ceiling.
‘Microwave?’ He yelled back, leaning over the banister of the hallway upstairs.
‘Yes the microwave.’
‘I have to clean it don’t I?’ He asked. She nodded.
She sat in the dining room eating cereal and glaring at Ryan. Idiot. He had done that two days ago. She didn’t forget to easy. She saw him shuffle out of the kitchen.
‘Done.’ He mumbled, heading back up the stairs. She watched him slowly make his way up the stairs. God, he was stupid sometimes. But, most of the time he was a complete brainbox. He wasn’t smart in the straight A student sense, he was just… Intelligent. He was in his second year of University and his looks were deceiving. Very deceiving. He had spiky red hair that people made fun of. He was average height and skinny. His eyes were pale blue and his features were uninteresting. He was funny, in a annoying sort of way and they were housemates. It was her, Ryan and Kat. Oh. Kat.
‘Ryan wait!’ She called up again. He looked down again.
‘What now?’
‘Where’s Kat?’
‘She’s still in bed.’
‘Are you sure?’ She asked.
‘Yes, Harper, I’m positive I ch-‘ He paled. ‘I didn’t check. Are those sirens?’
‘Yes, they are sirens. Let’s check the basement.’ They walked down the stairs and knocked on the basement door. No response. Harper opened the door and peered into the room. Empty. Harper started walking up the stairs.
‘The psycho has gone arsonist again. Let’s go get her.’ She said. Ryan sighed and started muttering something about chains as he got his jacket. They walked out into the freezing cold, crossed the road and entered the forest behind the houses on that side of the street. They walked to the clearing at the middle of the forest and saw Kat sitting in the snow, rocking back and forth slightly. Harper and Ryan shared a look, then Harper tentatively reached towards Kat’s shoulder. Kat looked up, her eyes shining.
‘Hey guys! How are you? I’m good though in retrospect it might’ve been smart for me to bring a jacket out here.’ She said cheerily. Ryan sighed and passed Kat his one.
‘Can we go back inside now? I’m freezing.’ He shivered. Kat smiled and got up. They walked back to the house, trying to stick to the shadows. Harper stared at the back of Kat’s head as they walked. It was amazing how she could blend into any environment and still grab the attention of every boy she went past. Kat had blonde hair and grey eyes. She was tall and had a couple freckles. Harper had been jealous when they first met, but had decided since then that she was quiet happy being herself.
The three of them walked into the house and Kat started walking to the basement. Harper grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her back. Ryan then grabbed Kat’s shoulders and forced he onto the couch.
‘Kat, this really needs to stop.’ Harper sighed. Kat smiled.
‘This is serious Kat. It needs to stop. You’ll be fine for weeks and then, Bam! You go nuts again.’ Ryan scolded. Kat frowned.
‘Ryan, Harper, please let me get some sleep. I’m tired.’ Kat said. She got up and walked into the basement. Ryan looked at Harper and shrugged.
‘It’ll sort itself out eventually. Everything does.’ Ryan yawned, ‘I’m going to bed too.’ He turned and walked up the stairs. Harper sighed and walked up the stairs after him. She walked into her bedroom, pulled the covers off her bed and wrapped them around herself as she sat down at her computer. She logged in, checked her e-mails, there was one from the publishing company. She flinched and opened it. She quickly scanned the page and sighed. Denied. They denied her. Again. She scowled, fighting back the tears, and opened up the word document on which the story was written. ‘Frivolous Attempts’. She selected the entire story and hit ‘delete’. She then moved to close the document. A pop-up appeared. ‘Do you want to save the changes you made to Frivolous Attempts.docx?’ She sighed and hit ‘Don’t Save’; she wasn’t giving up just yet. She closed the page and looked at the screen. She could see her face reflected in the monitor. Short black hair, pale skin and far too skinny for her liking. Harper hated her reflection. She only looked at it when she doubted she could feel any worse. It never helped, because all se could ever see were the things that she hated about herself. Mainly her eyes. The were probably the prettiest part of her face, but she still hated them. They were dark brown, and mysterious. Harper had no idea why she hated them, but she always had. She yawned and checked the time. 3:15am. She turned off the computer and leaned out her bedroom window, thinking. She heard a loud BANG! Come from the basement. Harper sprinted down the stairs, followed closely by Ryan. They pelted down the second set of stairs and met Kat, who was shaking and couldn’t open the door.
‘Kat, what happened?’ Ryan asked.
‘I don’t know! I went to open the door, found it was locked and I was trying to jimmy it open and something inside exploded!’ She squealed. She then growled and kicked the door. The explosion must have weakened the hinges or something, because the door fell. Harper moved to go in but Kat stopped her abruptly. Kat went in and replaced the door behind her. Ryan and Harper looked at each other.
‘What was that about?’ Ryan said, bewildered. Harper was about to knock down the door again when they heard the sound of an electric screwdriver reattaching the door to the hinges that were stuck to the wall.
‘Ryan, I thought you were asleep.’ Harper yelled over the noise.
‘Nope. I couldn’t sleep, and I have that huge assignment, remember?’
‘Oh yeah.’ Harper trailed off.
‘Have you gotten the response from the publishing company yet?’ He said, trying to make conversation, knowing that Harper had been worrying about the response for days. Harper said nothing. Ryan didn’t get the message.
‘Did you hear me?’ He yelled, ‘I asked if you got a response from the pub-‘ Harper scowled and nodded. No tears. No crying. Ryan was about to ask what they said when he figured it out. He paled.
‘Oh, God, Harper, I’m so sorry.’ He murmured. Harper shook her head.
‘Whatever you just said, I didn’t hear it.’ She yelled, the screwdriver noise cutting out halfway through her sentence. Harper blushed. She then banged on the door that had just been fixed. There was a slight scrabble on the other side, and then Kat’s head popped out.
‘Yes?’
‘Let me in. Now.’ Harper said, with a no-nonsense air about her. Kat opened the door wider, letting Harper have a glimpse of the room.
‘Nothing suspicious. Please let me finish fixing the door.’ Kat said, innocently. Ryan peered over Harper’s shoulder.
‘Kat, something in there blew up less than five minutes ago. Let us in, you can keep working on the door.’ He said. Kat scowled and grudgingly let them in.
‘Just don’t touch anything.’ She growled, and promptly continued working on the door, mumbling something about ‘Not letting the undesirables in.’ Ryan and Harper shared a look, and looked around the room. There was nothing broken and no sign of a commotion. Everything was clean and tidy. In fact, the room looked practically untouched. Which was weird, considering Kat spent all of her free time down here. Ryan and Harper decided to leave Kat to it, and went to bed.
The next morning Harper got up at seven feeling incredibly tired, walked downstairs and made herself breakfast. She zoned out while she was having her second bowl of cereal for that day, dwelling on her book. She knew that it was good. She was positive it was good. Why didn’t the publishing companies see that? She’d sent ‘Frivolous Attempts’ to three different publishing companies now, and none of them liked it. Harper was frowning into space when Ryan bounced down the stairs.
‘Good morning Harper! It’s sort of a new day!’ He said cheerily. He then remembered about the book. He smacked his forehead and swore.
‘God, I am such an idiot.’
‘No, Ryan, you’re right. It’s fine. Really.’ Harper responded, snapping back to Earth. Harper checked the time while scooping a spoonful of food into her mouth and nearly choked.
‘Crap, I’m almost late.’ She coughed. Harper ran up the stairs, got ready in two minutes and ran back down almost tripping, but not quite. She stumbled to the door and called back, ‘Make sure Kat doesn’t blow anything else up, Okay? Bye!’
‘Have a good day!’ Ryan yelled back, smiling. Harper was almost late every day, but never was. He got a new spoon out and finished Harper’s cereal.
im really sorry, but i can't read this know, i got to go
see ya
WHAT!?
Ugh. Never mind, Bye Nobody.
I'll be back after I eat food... Bye for a little while...
Okay.
Unh...
Please come back.
Please come back NOW.
*sits in corner, very, very sad*
*cries out with frustration*
MY LIFE IT SH*T.
*magically appears* NO IT'S NOT, DON'T BE MISERABLE.
If it makes it any better, I threw a noodle at Peren during dinner. It was funny.
Good for you.
GRAAAH.
My mum just had a spaz and deleted everything on the fox box.
THERE WAS AN ENTIRE SEASON OF EPISODES FOR THIS TV SHOW THAT I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH, THAT I WAS GOING TO START WATCHING TONIGHT.
*slams head against wall*
AND NOW I HAVE A HEADACHE.
WHY'D SHE DO THAT?
BECAUSE I STOPPED LOOKING AT THE TV FOR HALF A SECOND.
I was watching the highlights for the 2012 Youth Olympics (I know someone who went) and in the split-f*cking-second I wasn't watching she looked at me, and threw a wobbly.
I WAS FINISHING TYPING A WORD FOR F*CK'S SAKE!
Great. Now I'm throwing a wobbly.
I hate it when I throw wobblys. It makes life unpleasant for those around me.
*looks at Sparky, waiting for her anger to fade away...*
*leans head against wall*
Oh. Now I get the 'Teen Angst' episode of Very Potter Puppet Pals.
I'm still angry, just much less than before.
*reads Val's Insanity poem*
I feel much better now.
Hm. Well, I'll still be slow, because I'm writing...
That poem makes me smile.
Thank you Val.
Yes it does.
Didn't Editor post just then?
AM I GOING EVEN MORE INSANE???
Yeah, you're going insane...
But that's fine.
(Hehehe... Ivy has to help a vampire... AND HE ISN'T LIKE CAELAN OR EDWARD.)
*growls*
My mum just told me that it was my fault she delete everything.
*deleted.
And she keeps buggin' at me about Skating.
'Are you sure you still want to do it?'
She asks me that EVERY FIVE MINUTES.
I feel like grabbing her and saying:
'Yes I bloody well sure. I love it, and I want you to stop asking me that f*cking question.'
And now, I am finished.
I am positive that the only reason I still have a computer is because I have it sitting on my lap.
And now, I go practice my trombone so that I can make her feel like sh*t.
If you hadn't noticed, I am in quite a bad mood.
I have returned.
Val? You there?
Yeah, I'm still sort of here. I'm just writing.
Okay.
Lets see how this looks...
It feels weird not having Val there...
Whatever.
I'll see how long it takes me to change back.
You wanna hear something funny?
Sure, I'll brb...
TELL ME!!!
TELL ME!!!
Okay, well I love to torture Ivy.
Basically, in chapter four, the mail man comes, brings her a letter (from none other than Anomaly Despair), but he has a friend who's a few years older than Ivy. His friend, a guy named Audacious Beguile, is a vampire, and he needs Ivy to protect him at a huge ball, because the other people don't like him much. Ivy only agrees because he says thaat he's paying her to go, and for every person she has to punch, which will be a lot. So, as Audacious is leaving, he says:
“Oh, and one more thing.”
“Yes?” Ivy said expectantly.
“I don’t think you’ll like it.”
Ivy arched an eyebrow.
“This is a very fancy ball. You’ll need to be fancy too.”
Ivy narrowed her eyes. “Meaning…?”
“Meaning that you have to wear a dress. Not only do you have to wear a dress, but you have to wear a ball gown. Like, the kind that are really fancy and go down to the floor and are pretty and not torn up. Preferably a dark colour, but you shouldn’t have an issue with that. And you have to do your hair and wear make up and stuff.” He saw the look of dread on Ivy’s face and quickly added, “Don’t worry, I’m paying you to do that as well.” He left, shutting the door behind him.
That's hilarious.
Question, did you write in the before time?
In the what?
Before time.
B.S.P.
Before SP.
Oh, you mean did I write when I was an idiot?
Not really, no. I mean, there was one story that I wrote in fourth grade that my teacher showed everyone and kept saying, "Do you see Bella's story? Do you? YOURS SHOULD BE MORE LIKE THIS" about it, but other than that, I hated writing.
Hello Sparky!!!!!!
Hello Johanna.
Val, I keep asking you questions about B.S.P because I find it... Incomprehensible.
Hello Valkyrie!!
I read both your stories. They are both very good.
I wish Derek would change the post. They get boring after about, a day.
Hi Johanna!
I understand what you mean, Sparky. Last year, a girl named Meghan moved to my school, and Amanda mentioned something about how girly I used to be, and Meghan said, "You were girly?! That's impossible! You're lying, right?"
It took forever for her to understand that, and I think she still thinks I was lying.
Valkyrie, is that you in your profile picture? I might sound dumb asking but it's a good picture.
*coughs awkwardly and slides away*
*thinks*
E-mail...
Email what?
Talking to Val...
I'm so...
Y'know I'm not going to finish that sentence...
I read the first 3 books of SP in 2 days. Is that good, bad or OK?
*shrugs*
It depends.
Dark Days is next to me. Valkyrie and Skulduggery's head are staring at me.
Okay, I seriously need to find the music for this movie...
And buy the movie...
iTunes never has what I want.
Yes, that IS me in the picture. I even took the photo. I've got ninja skills.
And I read Dark Days, Mortal Coil, and Death Bringer in a day each.
Nice. I've gotta go now. I spent the Whole day at circus and i'm exhausted. Bye!!
Bye Johanna!
Bye Johanna.
E-mail.
Back to writing...
Old Mr Johnson had troubles of his own,
He had a yellow cat that wouldn't leave his home,
He tried and he tried, to give that cat away,
He gave it to a man going far, far away...
But the cat came back, the very next day, oh the cat came back, he thought it was a goner, but the cat came back, it just wouldn't stay away (Oh no, no, no, no...)
He gave it to a man going up in a balloon,
He said to give it to the man on the moon,
The balloon came down about ninety miles away, where he is now,
I dare not ty to say...
But the cat came back, the very next day, oh the cat came back, he thought it was a goner, but the cat came back, it just wouldn't stay away (Oh no, no, no, no...)
He gave it to a man going far out west,
He said to take it to the one he loved the best,
The train hit the curb, then it jumped the rail,
Not a soul was left behind, to tell the grusome tale...
But the cat came back, the very next day, oh the cat came back, he thought it was a goner, but the cat came back, it just wouldn't stay awaaaaaaaaaaay (Oh no, no, no, no...)
I love that song XD
I am listening to such an embarrassing song right now...
Well he looks at me with those Innocent eyes,
And says it looks like you're wearing some kind of disguise,
Because your hair sticks up, your shoes are untied,
I hope that you got that shirt on half price,
And every word I say falls flat on the floor,
I try to tell a joke, he's heard it before,
And I don't think that I can take it no more,
He's driving me right out of my front door,
Why do you do what you do to me baby,
You're shaking my confidence driving me crazy,
You know if I could I'd do anything for you,
Please don't ignore me cause you know I adore you,
But can't you just pretend to be nice,
Can you at least pretend to be nice,
If you could just pretend to be nice,
Then everything in my life would be alright,
Oooh wee....
Oooh wee....
And I try so hard just to figure him out,
But he won't tell me what he's thinking about,
And then he falls asleep on the living room couch,
With his sunglasses on and his tongue hanging out,
And then he disappears for a week at a time,
And then he shows up just like everything's fine,
And I don't get what goes on in his mind,
But I'm tired of hearing the same stupid lines,
Why do you do what you do to me baby,
You're shaking my confidence driving me crazy,
You know if I could I'd do anything for you,
Please don't ignore me cause you know I adore you,
But can't you just pretend to be nice,
Can you at least pretend to be nice,
If you could just pretend to be nice,
Then everything in my life would be alright,
Oooh wee....
Oooh wee....
Why do you do what you do to me baby,
You're shaking my confidence driving me crazy,
You know if I could I'd do anything for you,
Please don't ignore me cause you know I adore you,
(Oooh wee....)
But can't you just pretend to be nice,
Can you at least pretend to be nice,
If you could just pretend to be nice,
Then everything in my life would be alright,
I'm not... I was listening to The Nightmare Before Christmas a few seconds ago, now I'm listening to 'I'm the Man who loves you' by Wilco.
Okay...
Here's a song that me and Amanda like (it's IRISH):
It's empty in the valley, of your heart,
The sun it rises slowly, as you walk
Away from all the fears, and all the faults you left behind.
The harvest left no food, for you to eat,
You canibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same, I know the shame in your defeat
But I, will hold on hope,
And I, won't let you choke,
On the noose around your neck
And I'll, find strength in pain
And I, will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
'Cause I have other things to fill my time,
You take what is yours and I'll take mine,
Now let me to the truth which will refresh my broken mind
So tie me to a post and bloack my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults and despite my growing fears
But I, will hold on hope,
And I, won't let you choke,
On the noose around your neck
And I'll, find strength in pain
And I, will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
So come out of your cave walking on your hands,
And see the world hanging upside down
You can undersatnd dependence when you know the maker's land
So make, your sirens call,
And sing, all you want,
I will not hear what you have to say
'Cause I, need freedom now,
and I, need to know how, to live my life as it's meant to be
I, will hold on hope,
And I, won't let you choke,
On the noose around your neck
And I'll, find strength in pain
And I, will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again...
That's 'The Cave' by Mumford and Sons
I think I need to watch this movie again...
What movie?
*blushes*
Josie and The Pussycats.
When I think about it, the last time I watched it was in year... 4.
That was WAY too long ago...
The chorus of this song counts down from six.
It's been six whole hours
And five long days
For all you lies to come undone,
And those three small words
Came way too late
But can't you see that I'm the one.
Emailio, Sparkyio.
OH MY GOSH! CARISSA'S INSANE!
She ran to my door, burst it open, chucked a muffin at me, then ran away! SHE THREW A MUFFIN AT ME!
I have responded. Okay, I just went downstairs to do a chore and this is the conversation I had with my mum:
Me: We need to go to the movie rental place down the hill tomorrow.
Mum: ...Why?
Me: To get a movie.
Mum: What movie? *getting suspicious*
Me: *looks at her, predicting response* Josie and The Pussycats.
Mum: Oh no...
And now my Mum thinks I'm having a stroke or something, from the high-pitched shriek of laughter I did when I read that Carissa threw a muffin at you.
BUT IT'S TRUE! And she had, like, a DEATH STARE as she threw it! Not to mention that after she threw it (it almost hit my face, but hit my neck instead) I had to find it. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER?!
DUDE!?
WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PROFILE PIC???
It was a good muffin, though...
WHERE IS IT???
I DON'T KNOW! Check your profile!
It had better be there.
I just told Polar Bear Girl that Rissa threw a muffin at me, and she said that she was laughing uncontrollably, and I said that it hit me in the neck, and she responded with, "OH MY GOD VAMPIRE MUFFIN"
It had better be there.
It's there
YES!
Ugh. I don't like it.
I sent an e-mail back...
What about this?
That's cool.
Have you seen the American Playing With Fire cover for ebooks? IT'S SO COOL.
It is...
It's my screensaver on my laptop... And Valkyrie looks like me! I showed it to Mumzy and her response was "Ooooooooh, that's so cool..."
I don't think my computer has a screensaver...
E-mail...
*blushes*
Oh my God, my aunt and uncle never told me there was a video for the song... It's cool. YOU HAVE TO WATCH IT.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaG2xINk5B4
This is the chorus to an epic song:
Ooh, I'm scared of this old house,
When the lights go out
All the ghosts come out at night
And dance in the shadows of the moonlight
Don't open that cellar door,
You've learned that one before,
What goes in,
Don't come out,
And that's why I'm so scared of this old house...
I was looking for that on iTunes...
White Daisy Passing?
They have that.
E-mail.
*laughing*
No, House On Shady Lane.
*covers mouth*
Oh my god, I completely forgot about that!
I just saw the picture of right before I accidentally kneed someone's chin...
Oh my god...
If your wondering why I'm freaking out, it's because I almost knocked one of her teeth out.
Um... Are you... One of the two on the bottom?
No. Idiot.
I'm actually quiet obvious.
Well I don't have your face memorized! Um...
OH! YOUR IN THE TREE!
You see, when I clicked on the photo, I couldn't see you over there. Otherwise I would have known it was you.
I'll try to find a picture, but when I went to camp (it's something all the sixth graders do) I had charcoal ALL OVER MY FACE in the group photo XD
Took your time.
I can't stop laughing.
I actually couldn't see you in the photo! My screen cut that part off!
FIRST
FIRST
FIRST
FIRST
FIRST
FIRST
FIRST
FIRST
FIRST
FIRST
FIRST
That's so stupid...
*screams*
COME ON!
In the camp photos there HAS to be a pic of me and Frog!!!
YES! I GOT FIRST!
I dedicate this page to the funny photos that only Sparky and I know about. (Mwa ha ha ha)
*laughs*
Mwhahaha!!!
I'm back again. Val, charcoal all over your face sounds embarrassing.
At my school all the year sixes go to camp to. It's like a tradition.
*continues to look for photo*
HA! I found my script from my musical last year! And I still remember all the lines! My character was named Carrie! *looks through it* OH MY GOD, I REMEMBER THAT! I was supposed to say, "Sacajawea, how did your people respond to their visitors from the east?" But in the performance I forgot the line and Polar Bear Girl had to whisper it in my ear, but I still couldn't remember, so I made her say it... IT WAS HILARIOUS.
I'll be back in a little while... Bye!
Bye!
Bye...
Bye
No, I'm still here...
Just slightly distracted.
I'M BACK.
That wasn't very long.
Well I thought it was going to be longer, but it turned out that it wasn't.
Great.
I've giving up trying to find a pic of me and Frog...
*screeches like a banshee*
Gotta go, bye!!!
I've given up on the group photo... I have no chance of finding it...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
*raises eyebrow*
Sorry. I was painting again.
Hello?
Hello.
Well. It was quiet when I ate dinner.
If you were just eating dinner, then yes, it was very quiet indeed.
(I just thought of something else that's weird. Amanda's older than me. That doesn't seem possible.)
Email.
Amanda's older than you???
Weird.
By a month and six days, I think.
I sent something back.
hey, i just finished reading your story
cool
Whose story?
yours, from before
remeber, i had to leave
Oh. Cool.
Thanks.
Hey Nobody.
Who wants to hear what I have of Chapter Four?
I've written more since then!
*does little jig*
But not much.
how come everyone here is such good at writing
You're good at writing, Nobody :)
OH OH!
I DO, ME, SPARKY DOES!!!
In fact, could you send it to me in an e-mail?
hey, chap 4!
and nice jig sparky
You're are way good ar writing Nobody.
I'll send it, BUT I'M POSTING IT HERE TOO.
Youre are?
Please excuse my awful grammar.
YAY!
MUST...READ...CAHPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FOUR: AN ODD MEETING WITH AUDACIOUS
Ivy woke up with a jolt. She looked around, wondering why the setting had changed, then realised that it had just been a dream.
She couldn’t remember the details, but Ivy knew she had dreamed of her life before she had turned evil, before she had told anyone about her powers. It was an interesting dream, that was for sure. Her family had been there.
Ivy stretched and got out of bed. She went over to her closet, and pulled out a T-shirt and jeans. She had just started to put on a zip-up jacket when she heard a knock on the door.
Ivy froze. Who could be at the door? Was it Saturnine? Did she know where Ivy lived? Ivy doubted it. But still… She didn’t know who could be there. She went over to her window and peeked out. She almost laughed with relief. It was just the mail man.
Ivy put her jacket on the rest of the way, then walked out of her room, and through the house until she got to the front door. She opened it up. “Hello,” Ivy smiled, trying her best to be polite.
“Hi,” the man responded. “I have a letter for an Ivy Animosity. Is she home?”
“Yep,” Ivy said. “You’re speaking to her now.”
“Oh. Well, I was wondering, how come you don’t have a mailbox?”
“I don’t get many letters.”
“Don’t your parents, though?”
“No,” Ivy said, “they don’t. Can I have my letter?”
“Oh. Right. Yeah,” he said, looking though his bag of mail. He handed Ivy an envelope. “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” Ivy said, and was about to shut the door when the man said, “Hold on.”
Ivy blinked, and opened the door, looking at the man sceptically. “Yes?” she asked.
“Well, um, I was wondering…” He glanced at the mail truck, which was parked near the driveway. “Give me a second,” he said, then left her doorstep, heading towards the truck. Ivy watched him for a few seconds, then looked at the letter.
She gasped. It was from Anomaly. How did Anomaly even know where she was? She started to open it, but stopped because the mail man had come back to her door. He had a boy with him, who looked about fourteen, had short brown hair, and was pale. Not as pale as Ivy, of course, but it was still noticeable.
“He wants to talk to you,” the mail man said, then started to walk away, leaving the boy there.
“Hey,” Ivy called after him. He looked back. “Where are you going?”
“He asked me to let him speak with you privately,” the man answered. Ivy arched an eyebrow, then Ivy and the boy watched as he continued to his truck. Once he was inside, the boy turned his attention to her.
“Hello,” he said.
“Um, hi,” Ivy said back.
He stepped past Ivy, and into her house. He sat down on the couch, then looked at Ivy from there.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ivy said, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. She could have killed him, but she decided not to, wondering where this was going.
“I’m getting comfortable,” he said. “Are you going to sit down?”
“I suppose I will.” Ivy went over to her favourite chair, which was across from the couch and sat in it, then set the letter down on the small table beside it. “So, you wanted to talk to me?”
“Yes, and I still do. Nice to meet you, Ivy.”
“Well, it’s slightly awkward to meet you, whatever your name is.”
“Oh, how silly of me. I’m Audacious Beguile.”
“Okay then. Well, you already know that I’m Ivy Animosity so there’s no point in introducing myself. Let’s get on with whatever it is that you wanted to talk about, because I think I have things to do at some point today.”
“Of course. I came to ask you about going somewhere with me – a ball.”
Ivy’s eyes widened. “A what?”
He held his hands out in front of him, and laughed. “Okay, that didn’t come out right. You’re sort of a detective, right? You can figure things out?”
“Yes, but—“
“Can you provide security? Can you fight if you have to?”
“Yes, and I can fight even if I don’t have to. But that doesn’t explain—“
“Excellent. I know what you’re going to say, so I’ll just answer now, because you don’t seem like the person to mess with, am I right? What this has to do with going to a ball is that I have to go to it, but there are people there who don’t like me, and want to kill me.”
“I kind of feel like one of those people,” Ivy muttered.
“That’s lovely. Anyway, I need you to come with me. Normally, I could get someone else, but this is the kind of situation where I can’t.”
“And why is that?”
He hesitated. “Well, um, because you look kind of like us…” Audacious looked like he had something to say, but he couldn’t think of a way to say it without sounding crazy. Ivy read his thoughts.
“You want me to go to a vampire ball?” Ivy asked incredulously. “I didn’t even know vampires existed! How do I know your telling the truth?”
He looked shocked. “I never even said anything! How did you do that?” He didn’t sound scared, but more in awe of how Ivy did that.
“Oh,” she said. “I forgot that I couldn’t tell you about magic…” She trailed off. Audacious was looking at her like she was the coolest person on the planet.
“You’re a Sorcerer? That is so awesome.”
Ivy smiled, not used to having people think that she was cool. It was a nice feeling. “So, back to the whole ‘vampire’ thing. How do I know that you actually are a vampire, and you weren’t lying?”
“Well, I didn’t know you could read minds, so what would be the point of lying to myself?”
“That is true. Fine, I believe you.” She thought for a moment. “Do you think I could pull off being a vampire if I went with you?”
“Hell yeah. Have you seen yourself? You look even more like a vampire than I do.”
“You have a point. If I go, what do I get in return?”
“I’ll pay you.”
“How much?”
“A lot.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I’ll pay you a decent amount just for going, and I’ll pay you for every person you have to punch. And I assure you, you’ll have to punch a large deal of people.”
Ivy shrugged. “Seems fair to me. When is it?”
“Thursday.”
“What time?”
“Ten o’clock.”
“That’s kind of late, don’t you think? I figured it would be more like eight.”
“Ivy, you’re a teenager. Since when do you care how late something is?”
Ivy laughed. “How am I going to get there?”
“I’ll come and get you around nine-thirty.”
“And will you be in a mail truck?”
He grinned. “No, I’ll be in something better. Well, I guess I’ll be going now.” Audacious stood up and walked to the door.
“Bye,” Ivy said.
“Bye,” Audacious replied. “Oh, and one more thing.”
“Yes?” Ivy said expectantly.
“I don’t think you’ll like it.”
Ivy arched an eyebrow.
“This is a very fancy ball. You’ll need to be fancy too.”
Ivy narrowed her eyes. “Meaning…?”
“Meaning that you have to wear a dress. Not only do you have to wear a dress, but you have to wear a ball gown. Like, the kind that are really fancy and go down to the floor and are pretty. Preferably a dark colour, but you shouldn’t have an issue with that. And you have to do your hair and wear make up and stuff.” He saw the look of dread on Ivy’s face and quickly added, “Don’t worry, I’m paying you to do that as well.” He left, shutting the door behind him.
“This should be interesting,” Ivy said to herself dryly.
So mysterious
i like it!
I've already read the last bit, but it doesn't make it any less funny.
sorry, i got to go again
Bye Nobody.
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