Why Am I Here? Part Two

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Hello! I’m back! Sorry I didn’t post last week, I forgot. Go me! Anyway. I have something today, because I love you. 😉 And a cool banner thingy for the short story, which looks pretty cool if I do say so myself. 

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Okay cool. Let’s get on with this post. If you haven’t read the first part,  you should. It’s right… HERE

Part Two:

I’m really starting to get tired of Legend’s music choice. Seriously, not only is it  bad. But its most of the same songs over and over again. She is currently obsessed with some musical that’s newer to broadway and it’s not any better than the old ones. I’m thinking about jumping out of the car.

“Do we have to listen to this?” I huff. She stops her music, as if we can’t talk over it.

“Um yea. And it’s educational. But you wouldn’t know because you-”

“I quit high school,” I say in exaggerated high pitched voice. “I’m just saying, I don’t care much about the founding fathers if its repedative rap song.”

“You’re just going to have to get used to it. And I don’t talk like that,” She crosses her arms and put her feet on the dash. My grip tightens on the steering wheel, she notices. “Oh come on, your car isn’t even that nice.”

“Well it gets worse every time you put your gross feet up there,” I shrug. She rolls her eyes and presses play on the music, turning it up really loud. I pull out the map, driving with my knees. I place my thumb on where we need to go and my other where we are currently. “Oh my gosh we still have another hour.”

“Oh! I know!” She claps her hands and changes the song, “Name it!”

“I don’t know this song,” I sigh.

“Try.”

“No.”

“You suck.”

“So I’ve heard.” I sigh again. “I should be making you drive.”

“Why, so you can turn on some horrible song. No way Hosea.” She crosses her arms. “And you need to at least guess.”

“I will turn this car around,” I roll my eyes. That was a line dad always used as a joke. Legend goes quiet.

“I miss him,” She says quietly.

“Well yea no kidding,” I snort. She turns the music down and curls up in the seat.

“Wake me when we get there.” She yawns.

“Yea okay.” I mutter. I hate the fact that they left us. I hate the fact that I’m 17 and I have to take care of my 21 year old sister when she makes stupid mistakes. I hate the fact that they’re not here to clean up her mess. Because I can’t totally fix the hole in her wall. Only touch up the paint.

An hour later I smack Legend a couple times to wake her up. “We’re here.”

“What…? Oh umm..” She stretches  as I park the car. “It’s pretty here.”

“Yea. Concrete buildings make great mountain replacements.” I nod. I hate the city. Too many people in one spot. Too many buildings in one spot. Too many everything in one spot I climb out of my car and the smell hits me. Of soggy french fries and too many bodies. Like oil stains and dirty birds. I wrinkle my nose. “We’re just getting the car back and then I’m out of here.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” She smiles weakly.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” I grab my bag. It’s full of essentials, lock picks, disguises, that kind of thing. I had told myself I wouldn’t use it again but here I am.  “So, who stole it?”

“Well…” She laughs, rubbing her neck, “My boyfriend’s ex.”

“Of course,” I sling the bag over my back and start walking. She follows. “Who else?”

“She’s like rich and famous or something,” She shrugs, “Probably better than me.”

“I doubt that,” I bump her a little, “You’re hair can’t be beat.”

“Well, that much is true,” She laughs, her green eyes sparkle a little. And I wasn’t lying about her hair. It’s really pretty. Long and naturally wavy, with  volumes and a shade of dark brown. And her clear skin and perfect figure complete the picture. She could probably go into makeup or something. She bumps me back, “You know what I just realized?”

“What?” I smirk a little.

“You have a very nice smile. I’ve never seen it before,” She giggles a little.

“Oh my gosh. I smile a lot. See I’m smiling now,” I laugh with her, “Show me where this girl’s place is. I need to check it out. She’ll probably be well protected. If she’s famous or whatever.”

“Top floor of that building, the whole top floor,” I cuss. She slaps me, “Don’t cuss.”

“Why not?” I frown at her, she’s the one who taught me to. When I was five if I remember correctly.

“I’ve decided its a bad thing and we must only use cuss words if the situation truly calls for it,” She grabs my arm and races towards the building before I can answer. I trip a little and try to stay with her pace. The building is huge. With large glass windows and at leas five guys cleaning them. There’s doormen and red carpets and fancy plants the door way. basically a cesspool of rich people.And it actually might be a good thing that the building is on the top floor. That means the garage is probably  in the basement. Which means she might not hear us taking it and we won’t have to helicopter it down to the ground floor. Of course she probably doesn’t own the whole building so there’s the other people to take into consideration. Before I know it, we’re right in from of the building. Legend walks in. She gives the doorman her sweetest smile. I join her. “Hi, mind letting us in? We’re thinking about moving in here. My boyfriend here are going to get married soon. But he hasn’t proposed yet, isn’t that sad?” 

“You can go in I guess, ” The man says. I’m surprised. I look nothing like something who could  be getting married. I look 14. Legend actually looks her age. He’ll be easy to take care of when we actually steal the car. Legend giggles a little and thanks him and skips inside. I follow her. I stop short when I get into the building. This will be way harder than I thought it would be. Legend seems to be thinking the same thing.

“We need Ellis.” We say at the same time.

Snippets! ((Because I Have Nothing Else to Post))

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Hey all! SO this is what I got this week and you’ll just have to deal with it. I’ve been messing around with characters and stuff like that so you get snippets. You’ll love it. 

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“Don’t even start!” Ellis rolls her eyes, “I don’t want to know how nerdy you are until I’m too in love with you too care.”

“What?” I scoff. Camo giggles. “You’re not already in love with me that much?”

“I don’t know, who’s your favorite character is Lord of the Rings?” She peers at me.

“Well prob- Oh that was a trap wasn’t it?” I peer back. She grins and nods, looking way too pleased.

“But you should answer, wanna know mine?” She smirks dangerously.

“Sure.” I sigh.

“Orlando Bloom. ‘Cause he’s hot,” She sweeps her hair off her shoulder.

“Oh come on!” I start to rant, “You can’t even use his real name? And you can’t just like a guy because he’s hot.”

“She likes you,” Catch mutters. I shoot him a look.

“Who’s side are you on?” I eat a potato chip.

“Anyone’s?” He shrugged. Both Camo and Ellis are laughing so much that they’re turning red.

“Phoenix, you’re so cute,” Camo says, her breath short. “Your face…”

“Here, come get some more chips with me,” Ellis sighs, still laughing. I shake my head and come with her. She kisses me on the cheek softly and whispers, “I actually really like Lord of the Rings.”

Oh my-” She runs to the fridge, giggling again, her freckles laughing with her. Gosh, I love her.

 

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“Camo!” She turns, and cocks her head.

“What?” She frowns, brow arched, voice suspicious.

“You like salmon?” I ask.

“No. I prefer trout,” She shrugs, “Why do you care?”

“No not fish! The color!” Ellis sighs. “Come on Camo, you’re the painter here.”

“Oh the color, um I think I like flamingo or coral more,” She shrugs again, then scratches her brow with her pointer finger. “I’m still confused why you care.”

“We were just wondering because Catch says he likes salmon and I told him flamingo was better.”

“Oh sure. Blame everything on me,” Catch epically sighs.

“Drama queen,” Ellis snorts.

“Am not, take it back,” He shoots back.

“What are you guys, 12?” Camo pulls some bread out of the pantry and starts to put jelly on it.

“On a scale of one to ten, yea,” Phoenix nods. “And I want mine with honey.”

“Your what with honey?” Camo pulls the peanut butter out.

“My sandwich. Duh.”

“No one says duh anymore, keep up,” Catch gets up and starts to make his own sandwich. “And make your own sandwich, she’s not your servant.”

“Yea!” Camo sticks out her tongue and kisses Catch on the cheek, “Thanks bæ.”

“No problem,” Catch winks in my direction, “Jealous Kace?”

“No,” I scoff, “I won’t be jealous unless she makes you a sandwich. I’m practically wasting away over here.”

“I’m sure you can make it to the kitchen,” Ellis laughs and gets up from the couch, “C’mon bro.”

 

~Snippet~

Hey, I’m here. I realized I haven’t posted anything in a really really long time and I feel bad. I just have nothing to post right now, my creative juices are being used in someone else’s smoothie right now. Anyway, I have a snippet from the novel I’m working on and  I thought why not? So I’m sorry if it makes like zero sense but it makes me happy when I read it so, enjoy.

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I take a deep breath as I walk to the locker. Every pair of eyes are on me. Maybe not every pair but enough to make me blush. I’m too old to be here. Too old to be a sophomore. A flipping sophomore. I’m too old. I ignore their gazes and look down at my feet, I just need to get to my locker. And then to my class. And then home. I only have to get to my locker. I stare at my shoes. The red converse Phoenix bought me. The shoes that are my favorite color. They stand out from the black and white but I don’t mind. I’m proud of my outfit today, I didn’t have Camo’s help. I’m wearing a red flannel over a black tank top and a pair of shorts. It’s too cold for shorts I think. But I’m so used to the cold that I wear them, even in the snow.I sling my backpack over my shoulder and decided that the school board should invest on some new flooring. I walk three, four, five more steps and I’m at my locker. My fingers fumble with the lock but it finally opens. I open my backpack and sort through what I need for the next class and what can stay. I glance at the inside of the locker door as I start to close it. My eyes catch on a picture. That’s new. I grab it, it’s a picture. Of me. And Kace. I smile slightly, we’re in the back of a pickup truck. He’s grinning like he has the world and I’m dancing around him, my hair tangled in a flower crown. He’s ten and I’m six, I cock my head in confusion. Who put this here?

“I figured you would want something to make it feel like home,”  A familiar voice murmurs. I don’t even have to turn to remember the voice. I close my locker and find Phoenix wearing a crooked grin.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my heart beating to strange rhythm. I can’t help but grin a little more at him. His russet eyes staring back into my amber ones. His fingers rest on the locker next to mine. Absently mindedly playing with the lock.  

“Well. I was thinking, that a new school is terrifying. And. I technically never finished high school. So I figured, you would need a friend. And that’s who I can be,” He moves a little closer. My eyes drop again, my smile fully fledged. I can’t help but glance up at him again, my cheeks slightly red.

“Well. I’m thinking that, we, as two people,” I pause wondering if I should take the leap, “Are more than just friends?”

“Ah, friends don’t kiss on a regular basis do they?” He asks, dimples appearing. Memories bounce through my head, his lips around mine, my hands in his hair, his fingers on my face, the world absent around us.

“No. I don’t think so,” I shake my head, my hands hugging my books tightly. “But I’m not an expert.”

“Ok, then my proposal changes,” Phoenix grabs the books from my arms and laces his fingers with mine as he turns me to the hall.

“How so?” I arch a brow, as we start walking. I’m suddenly able to look every single student in the eye. I’m somehow not afraid, I’m suddenly ready to take them on.

“Well, maybe I won’t be just your friend. Maybe…” He lowers his head to whisper in my ear, his lips brushing the fly away hairs from my braid. “Maybe I’ll be more.”

“I like that proposal a lot more,” I say with another smile, a different one. A smile of feeling safe. Something I haven’t felt since… since before the cell.

“Me too,” He kisses my hand, very softly. Those lips that had just tickled my ears now leaving my hand tingling.  We continue to walk through the sea of people. Me, 18. Him, 19. Me, sophomore. Him, junior. Both, too old. But just the right age to know we’ll survive.

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If this is you, 

Sorry. But I hoped you liked it either way. 🙂 

Day Ten~

Hello! SO I sorta kinda maybe skipped a day. Sorry. Again. It’s just a had this huge Bio exam and was trying to memorize four chapters of details on mitosis. So yea, my brain was the same consistency as oat meal with too much coconut oil. ((You can say EW here, not telling you how to live your life, just a helpful suggestion.))

Today’s Challenge:

Write a goodbye story:

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I walked past rows and rows of small deposit boxes. They all had the same chipped green paint and rusted locks. The only differences were the numbers. I was only looking for one in particular. 243. A number that wouldn’t matter to anyone except for me. And one other person. But he’s not here. And his absence is the reason of my presence. My fingers run over each box, a slight ping to let the empty air know I’m here. Flecks of rust remain on my fingers as I look for those three numbers. Those numbers that don’t matter to anyone but mean the world to mw.  Then I stopped. It was there. It was right there. But it was open. I rush over to it, looking inside. Nothing.

“No.” I murmur. It has to be here. He told me it would be here.

“You trust me so completely.” A voice say. A familiar voice. A voice that brings tears to my eyes when I hear it. I turn and find him smiling sadly at me. His eyes are filled with tears too. I almost break when I see him. I can barely move at first. But he comes over and wraps his arms around me. I melt into him.

“I do.” Is all I can say. I can only say those because those are the only words that stay in my brain long enough to say them. Too many thoughts flow through me, I can’t even think them, much less say them. “Where have you been?”

“I can’t tell you…” His words are filled with regret and almost… shame?

“You’ve been gone for two years and you can’t tell me why?” I ask, suddenly not happy anymore, suddenly angry.

“I’m sorry Legend. I just can’t tell you. But I do have something to say.” He said, his eyes told me that it was breaking him to say that. But they were also telling me that he was doing what he thought was right.

“What if I don’t want to hear it? We’re siblings, yet the last couple times I’ve talked to you, you’ve hurt me more than anyone else could.” I say, now I am crying. Tears falling out of my eyes and onto the the floor. “Phoenix I don’t think I want to hear it.”

“This isn’t a matter of want. It’s a matter of what you need. You need to hear this.” He said, pulling me even closer. I grab onto his sweat shirt, begging him not to talk. I remember when we were younger, I would hug tighter if I was scared, he would do his best to make it stop. But today, it worked the opposite. I more I squeezed, the closer he got to scaring me.

“I’m leaving for good.” He said. I shook my head.

“No.” I kept shaking my head as the rest of me trembled. “Phoenix why did you come back if you were just going to break me again?”

“Because I wasn’t sure if you would actually find the locker and I needed to give you this.” He murmured. He slipped a piece of paper in my hand. I didn’t look up. I just held him tighter.

“I can’t do this again.” I begged. He kissed the top of my head and worked my fingers off his jacket. I looked up at him. The pain in his face matched my feelings. “Don’t go.”

“I have to.” He cleared his throat and wiped his nose. My knees went weak and I collapsed to the floor. He walked out but I stayed. For a long time, blubbering and trembling. Because I couldn’t think of what was more important than his younger sister. I looked at the paper in my hands. I unfolded it slowly, shaking hands slowing the process. The paper held the one thing that would get me through, the note held a clue. A clue to find a piece of a puzzle that would fix everything. A clue to finding hope.

So, what do you think? Comment below!

Day Nine~

I told you guys the would happen. It was only a matter of time… Oh well. This weekend was kind crazy… Don’t even get me started on Halloween and school. But I’m here, that’s what matters.

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ANYWAY, let’s get started. Shall we? The prompt is, to write a short story off a house hold item… Kay I changed it, you know me, always changing things… But this will be good I promise. Ok so recently, I wrote a short story of another short story. Kinda like fan fiction but not. You can find the link to the short story, here

This is what I wrote:

 

I Took Over

 

I walked through my new house. Explored my new rooms. Took inventory of my new property. Tried on my new clothes. Counted my new money. It was nice to have things. To actually own a house, to have clothes, a bed. It was nice to have these small comforts, even if they weren’t really mine. Even if I stole this large house with the oak doors. Even if I borrowed this knitted blue vest. Even if I found the pesos in the closet of the owner I scared away. But it’s acceptable. I needed it more than them.

I should explain myself. Describe who I am. What I do. I don’t truly have a name. Most people have picked names for me. The boogie man. Ghost. Wraith. Anything in that genre of nicknames. The names make sense. They make sense when you understand what I do.

I take over. Taking over is a delicate job. Something that I’ve worked my whole life to perfect. It’s an art. To take over a house. To scare people out of their own homes. To make people feel unsafe in the one safe spot in their lives. It takes some talent. Some determination. Mostly an eye for detail. All of which I have. Usually I live in a house until I become bored with it. Then I move on to a new one. Which is how we got to now. Me, in a new house with everything. Them, in the street with nothing.

The house is nice. Not as nice I’ve taken before but still nice. Velvet chairs, cherry wood tables, oil paintings, and an exceeding amount of framed trinkets. My favorite part of the house is the dust. So eloquent. So refined. I could tell if any one came in the house. If anything came in the house. It floats in the sun, giving the illusion of snow. The only downside of the house is the smell. It smells old. Not new. Old. It smells of old books and rotting trees. An echo of a soul and a creaky door. Of a weak ray of sun and a large pile of wet leaves. But the smell is not too strong and only reveals itself when a western breeze comes to confer with it.

I choose this house because of the people. They’re horrible people. If you think I’m horrible for stealing all they have, I promise they’re worse. The façade the people puts on is not to be trusted. The masquerade of human society is far more complicated than the mask. It goes far beyond the skin. The faces they put on in public are not only for the people around them, it’s also to convince themselves that they’re worthy of being alive. They convince themselves that the crimes them have committed are redeemable. These are the people I steal from. These are the people I push off their thrones.

Human beings are strange things. They put their faith in things like houses and weapons instead of each other. They believe they can keep themselves safe. I use this. I choose the people who don’t trust anyone. Not even the people they live with. I choose them because they are easy to scare. All I have to do is bring up reminders of their past sins. A certain word whispered through the house, a single object placed in various spots that seem out of place, it all gets the job done. The people always leave and I always take over. Once I move out, new people move in. These new people are often young, desperate enough to buy a haunted house. They usually don’t have such horrible pasts but, those mistakes will come soon enough. Then someone like me will take over. It’s a never ending loop, a symbiotic relationship. I get rid of people who have no place in society, they give me a place to live.

For now, I will live in the house with the oak doors and old smell. For now, I will watch the world go by as I stay warm and safe. For now, they will be on the street, surviving the real world. I took over.

I hope you liked that. Anyway, comment below what you think and I’ll see you tomorrow!

 

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Day Seven~ 10 Day Challenge~

So the challenge today is to create a character off someone you know. I was way too excited about this. 🙂 SO let’s get started!!  

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My Character: ((SO I realize none of you will really know this person but you should still read it and tell me what ya think.))

My name is Olivia Hampton. I believe in fact. Not faith. That’s the first thing you should know, I don’t control anything and neither does anyone else. We’re all mistakes. A spontaneous combustions of chemistry. I know a lot of people agree with me. And others don’t but that’s fine. People can believe what they want to believe. I don’t want to steps on their toes or push their buttons. Except. Except when it comes to politics. I get heated about that. Some people just nominate complete idiots. Honestly. What are they thinking?! Sorry, I promised myself I wouldn’t do this. I promised not to rant. I have trouble with that. There’s not much to know about me really. I’m no one interesting. No one special. But with a face to remember.

I did it! Yay! Sorry that was short, I know, but I’m about to fall asleep… And still have homework to… ((Just might save that for the weekend…)) SO have a good night and I’m sorry if that was late! 

Day Six~ 10 Day Challenge~

Hai! I’m kind of excited for today’s post so let’s get started. I’m really enjoying this to be honest. Maybe I’ll extend to 20 days…. We’ll see. Today’s challenge is to write a “blurb” of a book/story I’m working on. 

What I did with it:

Two people. Same accusations. Same verdicts. Same punishments. Same experiments. Different reactions. What happens when you lose two years of your life? What happens when you stay in one room with no light for two years? That’s what the government needs to know. And the have found their lab rats. Ellis, a girl with the perfect optimistic personality. Phoenix, the perfect person to see reality. But something goes wrong. They escape. And suddenly their not alone. Ellis and Phoenix join a gang of misfit teens, to hide. But when everything goes wrong and people get hurt. Ellis and Phoenix must figure out their place in their world, for better or worse. 

That’s basically it. I’m really excited on how it’s turning out and I’m hoping to publish it sometime next year. See you tomorrow!