~Genre: Fiction, fantasy~
9
Zaria
We came to an agreement, if anything…unusual happened, we’ll check it out. If it happens to be another thing then we’ll comw to the conclusion that we and the book caused this. So on the next day, sadly where school wasn’t cancelled, I’d kept an open eye for anything weird.
“Status report?” Stilere asks as she walks with me around school.
“Nothing,” I sigh. “You?”
“Same.” Stilere shakes her head. “It’s eerie…and a little bit creepy, nothing I would want to dwell on anyway. When something happens, something happens.” She shrugs.
“I just want it to come so it could be done with, I’m a little scared considering the first monster we saw.” I admit to her.
Stilere nods frantically. “Super scary.”
“Talking about that…” I say, realizing something. “Where were you? We lost Alex and you, but when we found him you were gone.”
Stilere pauses, taking a shaking breathe. “I had called the police because I was freaked, I had to do something…but then it was like something weird had happened. I don’t know, I keep forgetting what happened after I called the police, but it’s like it was wiped form my mind. I wake up the next day and I’m on my bed listening to the news of the storm we had caused.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?!” I ask.
Stilere shrugs. “I think I just remembered…gosh, this book’s making me lose it.”
I rub her shoulders soothingly. “Calm down, everything’s going to be alright. But I have to say, it’s like I forgot that you weren’t there too. Do you think the book did something?”
Stilere frowned. “A weird way of helping, should I tell the guys?”
“Wait a sec…” I say, typing our conversation in summary and ending it with an urgent after school. “Done.”
Stilere sighs. “Sometimes I wonder if the book called us to that ocean on purpose so we could find it, like it was meant to be. And something tells me the ending ain’t merciful.”
I shrug. “Things happen for a reason,” I look to the clock and groan. “Come on, we’ll be late for class.”
Abe
It’s so weird, normally I would be trying to pay attention while cracking jokes with my friends, are just talking about nothing. But now, I feel so different, I juts want to zone out on everything and school does that perfectly, I listen to the teacher drone ignoring my friends rude comments of the other students in this class.
The teacher was talking about ancient Egypt, how they created papyrus, and with paper came a whole new way of living, a invention that would affect us today.
While he was talking my eyes wondered around the classroom, and I noticed something’s different that I proabaly wouldn’t have. For one I saw some of the guys here.
Like Iris was by the window, her hair coverign her beautiful face perfectly, her mouth was in a small pout, probably waiting to get out of here. But her eyes were glued to the teacher’s drinking in every word.
Then there was Alex, who much to my chagrin sat next to her. His eyes on the teahcer to, but he was holding a pencil, twirling it around.
Then we have Darren, who eyes couldn’t stay in one place, and kept wondering to the door. His foot tappign against the floor, and his eyes darting to the clock as well.
Lastly there’s Brooklyn, the shy foreign exchenge student. Though she’s getting out of her shell with us, she takes notes about what he’s saying, but then she frowns, flips to another page in her notebook and writes something that probably doesn’t haven’t to do with the assignment.
I think back to that paragraph, how we’ll see things differently, think differently. I could tell this book was changing me. I noticed how really stupid my friends were being, how amazing this history really was, how real the guys were.
Things were changing, probably for the worst, but it was changing me for the better.
*Thanks for reading! Please review, fan, and don't copy. Really appreciated :)*
9
Zaria
We came to an agreement, if anything…unusual happened, we’ll check it out. If it happens to be another thing then we’ll comw to the conclusion that we and the book caused this. So on the next day, sadly where school wasn’t cancelled, I’d kept an open eye for anything weird.
“Status report?” Stilere asks as she walks with me around school.
“Nothing,” I sigh. “You?”
“Same.” Stilere shakes her head. “It’s eerie…and a little bit creepy, nothing I would want to dwell on anyway. When something happens, something happens.” She shrugs.
“I just want it to come so it could be done with, I’m a little scared considering the first monster we saw.” I admit to her.
Stilere nods frantically. “Super scary.”
“Talking about that…” I say, realizing something. “Where were you? We lost Alex and you, but when we found him you were gone.”
Stilere pauses, taking a shaking breathe. “I had called the police because I was freaked, I had to do something…but then it was like something weird had happened. I don’t know, I keep forgetting what happened after I called the police, but it’s like it was wiped form my mind. I wake up the next day and I’m on my bed listening to the news of the storm we had caused.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?!” I ask.
Stilere shrugs. “I think I just remembered…gosh, this book’s making me lose it.”
I rub her shoulders soothingly. “Calm down, everything’s going to be alright. But I have to say, it’s like I forgot that you weren’t there too. Do you think the book did something?”
Stilere frowned. “A weird way of helping, should I tell the guys?”
“Wait a sec…” I say, typing our conversation in summary and ending it with an urgent after school. “Done.”
Stilere sighs. “Sometimes I wonder if the book called us to that ocean on purpose so we could find it, like it was meant to be. And something tells me the ending ain’t merciful.”
I shrug. “Things happen for a reason,” I look to the clock and groan. “Come on, we’ll be late for class.”
Abe
It’s so weird, normally I would be trying to pay attention while cracking jokes with my friends, are just talking about nothing. But now, I feel so different, I juts want to zone out on everything and school does that perfectly, I listen to the teacher drone ignoring my friends rude comments of the other students in this class.
The teacher was talking about ancient Egypt, how they created papyrus, and with paper came a whole new way of living, a invention that would affect us today.
While he was talking my eyes wondered around the classroom, and I noticed something’s different that I proabaly wouldn’t have. For one I saw some of the guys here.
Like Iris was by the window, her hair coverign her beautiful face perfectly, her mouth was in a small pout, probably waiting to get out of here. But her eyes were glued to the teacher’s drinking in every word.
Then there was Alex, who much to my chagrin sat next to her. His eyes on the teahcer to, but he was holding a pencil, twirling it around.
Then we have Darren, who eyes couldn’t stay in one place, and kept wondering to the door. His foot tappign against the floor, and his eyes darting to the clock as well.
Lastly there’s Brooklyn, the shy foreign exchenge student. Though she’s getting out of her shell with us, she takes notes about what he’s saying, but then she frowns, flips to another page in her notebook and writes something that probably doesn’t haven’t to do with the assignment.
I think back to that paragraph, how we’ll see things differently, think differently. I could tell this book was changing me. I noticed how really stupid my friends were being, how amazing this history really was, how real the guys were.
Things were changing, probably for the worst, but it was changing me for the better.
*Thanks for reading! Please review, fan, and don't copy. Really appreciated :)*
This is what you call the Earth
This is what people call the world
This is what we call life
We can't go on pretending day by day
That good things will always happen
Stormy days will come, it's not a miracle
But the storm will end soon, and all will be clear again
Heavy rain's crashing against my windowsill
I think, when will this ever stop?
The thunder's crashing against the trees outside
Today's not going to be a fine day, but it will end
I woke up this morning and guess what I saw
Bright sunny mornings with a clear future
No one's gonna stop me from believin
The rain stopped and the future's bright again
Good and bad create our lives
We can't pretend that everything's gonna always be alright
It's hard to think that something's gonna be wrong
But it's the truth, the whole truth.
We can't go on day by day pretending
Everything's gonna be alright
But we know that sunny days will come out
Soon or later.
It's sad
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.
Tell me darling why you cry,
Your tears stain the bed you lay upon
Could it be you miss the ones you clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to by a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can you rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can you be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Your tears stain the bed you lay upon
Could it be you miss the ones you clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to by a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can you rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can you be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest