LOOK! NICOLE HAS HAIR!

For the record, I was totally against this.

Pfff. I wasn't.

Wait....I have WHAT?

I don't want to get involved here.

I may regret this later, but right now, I don't care! You see, my sister, Nicole, hates showing her hair.

Chris, I swear I'm going to kill you.

...Which is why she usually wears a hood. This is her usual one:

Hey, since when did you hit level 20?

June. Chris, you do realise I have heck hound now, right?

Yes,and I have Frostbite. But you see, Donna had the idea-

-Which is why I think it's stupid.

I'll pull out my centaur right now and have him shoot you.-

-to have us each do Crab Alley and make a rebel outfit. Cap of Diplomacy, Rockin' Outfit, Adventurer Boots, in our regular colors, then whatever wand/staff/sword we happen to use most. And with the cap of diplomacy, your hair shows.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

I swear, when I get meteor strike, you're going down.

I support this completely.

Okaaaay, I'm going to shut this down before the blog explodes or something.

Cya!
This may be my last night to live!
It will be.
Why am I even here?
Bye!
I'll be keeping Nicole from killing Christina.

(Disclaimer: Nicole Ravenblood is my level 21 Pyromancer, Paige Dayriver is my level 34 Sorcerer, Donna Spellthorn is me, level 54 (almost 55) Theurgist, Christina Spiritthistle is my level 37 Thaughmaturge, Brooke Stormcaster is my level 15 Diviner, and Scarlet Duskglade is my level 16 Necromancer)

Wake Me Up When September Ends

It's that time again, folks! Yes, it's......RANT TIME! But this time I need to get something off my chest that has been bugging me since roughly October 25th. PERCY JACKSONITES, UNITE! Yup. The Lost Hero.

WARNING:
This post contains spoilers, and I do not suggest reading it if you are reading The Lost Hero, or plan to. If you have read it, I hope you will agree with me on my views. If you do not plan on reading The Lost Hero, you may read it anyway, though you wont get the references.

Hey, don't say I didn't warn you! Now if you'll exuse me while I do my best Rachel Elizabeth Dare impression. *ahem*

In the final book in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, The Last Olympian, Rachel became the new Oracle of Delphi and predicted the next great prohpecy:

"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call
To storm or fire the world must fall
An oath to keep with a final breath
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death"

We know four of those half-bloods already; Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, and Percy Jackson.

Now this next line is seriously bothering me. "To storm or fire the world must fall" I just thought about it this morning, and it clicked. Jason is a son of Jupiter, Roman god of the sky, right? He can ride on winds, create lightning, and STORMS. Leo is a son of Hepheastus, Greek god of metal work and fire. Leo can create FIRE. Thus, the fate of the world is on one of their shoulders. (Great, we all have to rely on a total goof ball. "See ya later guys, I'll be in the Leo cave!" Scared yet?) One of them might die, and they might have to fight each other. But that's just a guess, though the first part I'm pretty sure about.

The next two lines we don't have much information about. "An oath to keep with a final breath" I don't know why, but I have a nagging feeling that that line is talking about Piper dying, but I doubt that's gonna happen. Then again, it's Rick Riordan. When you think you know where he's going with something, he pulls a fast one and it goes in a totally different direction.

And then there's the last line. "And foes bear arms to the doors of death" Normally I would say the Underworld, but with all the Roman mythology, I'm going to go with Pluto's Realm. This might also have to do with Nico. (Speaking of Nico, has anyone else noticed what a massive fanbase he has? I mean geez, these people! Why do all the girls fall for the emo kid? A kid starts acting depressed, and suddenly he's a teen heart throb.)

Now regarding the name of this post, besides the fact that it's a GreenDay song, The Son of Neptune, sequal to The Lost Hero, is schedualed to come out this October. Can we wait 3 more months without our heads exploding? Maybe. Just maybe. But honestly, I could wait for the rest of the Kane Chronicles to come out. Though they're still good, they can wait until later. GIVE US THE HEROES OF OLYMPUS NOW!!!!!

And you know what I'm really afraid of happening? The Son of Neptune ending with something like "Percy watched as three white vans pulled up, the words Delphi Strawberry Serviced painted on the side. A girl with blond hair and storm grey eyes stepped out." Yea, wouldn't that be horrible?

Cya!

p.s. I apologize if you find any spelling errors, spell check wasn't working.

It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!!!!

OK, OK, before we get started, let me just say....HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY! *party horn*

Ta-da!!!!!!

Alright, so, concerning the title of this post, it's that wonderful time of year again! And if you've been with me for a year now, you SHOULD know what I'm talking about. It's Summer, it's July, and for me, that can only mean one thing: (drum roll please).....................................DRAMA CAMP! So for the four weeks of July, Monday-Thursday, 8:30 AM-3:00 PM Eastern Standard Time Zone, I'll be inactive on Twitter, Facebook, Skype, and in The Spiral. Instead, I'll be playing capture the flag, listening to Doug talk about Albuquerque, (Hey. You got weasels on your face.) why North Dakota doesn't exist, (don't ask) the secret to being a monk, (And do you know what he found? WHAT?!?! I can't tell you, you're not a monk) and a really weird story about a blind man who accidentally ate his wife (nomnomnom), having a BLAST with Mr. West, learning a dance, learning some songs, hanging out with Alura and Rebecca, (the only ones reading this who'll get those references) and ultimately, being a drama queen. So uh, there's your heads up! So for now....

Cya!

COMING SOON (dundundun)

Besides something BIG that's coming to the Diary, this is my 150th post. I would have posted about my 100th and my blogaversary (January 1st, baby!) but ehehe....I forget things.

But, moving onto the big news, well, I'll just let the picture describe it. If you've been reading my blog for a while, you'll remember the two on the sides. And if you're Alia, Amber, or Alura, you'll know the one in the middle. Muahahaha.

Click to zoom

Mwahahaha. See if you can guess!

Cya!

My Thoughts On The Dragonrider Gear

First of all, I'm not here to brag, so hush you ranty people. Well, let me just say that, first of all, this is how people get addicted to gambling, so it's best not to get into it now. I think it's a bit much to get worked up over considering, well....I've seen the clothes. There a bit too....err.....Homo Erectus (cave man for those of you who don't know who Lucy is yet) for me. And no, I'm not being inappropriate here, that's a genus, as in the first name in the scientific name of a species. Yours is Homo too, Homo Sapien Sapien, actually. But enough with the sixth grade Social Studies/seventh grade Science lesson. Ehehehe....I like my teachers too much. So yes, I believe the Dragonrider gear looks rather primitive, so remember! We're wizards, not a pre-evolutionized human. However, I do kind of like that bone dragon mount......Oh well, I'm not gonna take a chance.

But enough of my thoughts-what are yours? Comments!

Cya!

Summer Reading (Sure, why not? Everyone else is doing it)

I'm in a better mood today, it comes and goes in a rather Bipolar-like pattern.

So, as summer is upon us (12 more days of school, WOOHOO!) my school finds it a good idea to force upon us books that, well, (pardon my French) suck eggs. They're either boy oriented, popular-girl oriented (thanks for the stereotyping), or books that most people have already read. So, even though I've done this before, I'm going to make a list of my FAVORITE books/series of all time! (In order of favorites)

1. The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan. It's a sequel to The Percy Jackson series, and it just came out last fall. However, if you have read the previous series, I do not recommend you read it until this fall. Why? Because there's a horrible cliffhanger at the end and the next book hasn't come out yet. CURSE YOU AND YOUR AWESOMENESS, RICK RIORDAN! He's been teasing us in The Kane Series. Ex: "Manhattan has...other...problems." "We compare him to our Roman god, Vulcan." "We couldn't just go to Pluto's realm like all the other respectable Romans..." "I swear I saw a winged horse fly over Manhattan once."



2. Percy Jackson and The Olympians by Rick Riordan (Sorry, he's my favorite author)



3. The Throne of Fire by Rick Riordan



4. The Red Pyramid by Rick Riordan



5. The Harry Potter Series by (doh) J.K. Rowling



6. The Circle of Magic Series by Tamora Pierce
   


7. 11 Birthdays by Wendy Mass



8. The Girl Who Could Fly by Victoria Forester. If you chose to read this and you get to the very sad part about the main character, do not despair, all is not lost. This book also includes the most evilly horrid villain ever.



9. They Key to Rondo by Emily Rodda (I love Mimi)



10. Magic Can be Murder by Vivian Vande Velde. This book has something for everybody. There's romance, comedy, magic, mystery, horror, and, frankly, epicness.



11. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. OK, so I'm only on chapter two, but it's good so far.



12. Radiance by Alyson Noel (with the two dot things over the e)



13. Ingo by Helen Dunmore. Not much of a climax, but it's still good.



14. The Garden of Eve by K.L. Going. Be warned, this book is incredibly sad.



15. Avalon Web of Magic by Rachel Roberts



16. Stolen Children by Peg Kehret



17. Heartbeat by Sharon Creech



18. Half Magic by Edward Eager. It's for younger kids, but I still suggest you read it.



19. Eggs by Jerry Spinelli



20. The Boy Who Dared by Susan Campbell Bartoletti (about the Holocaust)



21. White Fang by Jack London



22. Mandy by Julie Edwards (Yes, the actor and once-was singer)



23. The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis



24. Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech



25. Inkheart by Cornilia Funke. I didn't find Inkspell and Inkdeath to be as good.

Ehehehe....I read too much. And for the record, most of those books were extremely hard to place.

Now for the books I plan to read this Summer.

1. The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne



2. Forbidden Sea by Sheila A. Nielson



3. Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli



4. The Lightning Thief (again) by Rick Riordan, and possibly the rest of the Percy Jackson Series
   

Radiance was on that list too, but...ehehe....I read fast.

Now for books I suggest you don't read and why

1. Thirteenth Child by Patricia C. Wrede. There are just somethings that you don't mix. One of them being magic and the great western frontier.



2. Heroes of The Valley by Jonathan Stroud. It's not that it's not good, it's just at a lot higher reading level than mine. And I'm at 12.5

And now, for a picture of all of my favorites stacked (Minus Heartbeat and Eggs because I don't own them. Oh, and The Throne of Fire because I have no clue where it is...)


:D Okay, that's it. I hope you read (and enjoy) those books! Remember, they're epic!

Cya!

Don't Know What To Say.

I wake up at 6 o'clock.
Brush my teeth, get on clothes, eat.
Listen to the radio
On the way to another torturous day.

I see my friend.
She pretends not to see me.
Pang pang pang.
A silent sound.
Heard by all but one.

My heart twists in a knot.
Because I don't know
Whether to feel pitiful or envious
Because my friend,
She doesn't know.

Put on a fake smile.
Pretend every thing's okay.
See the looks.
Pang pang pang.

Everyday,
Every painful, depressing day,
Another piece of my heart,
Fades to nothing.

Work hard in Science.
Hardly work in Math.
Ignore the teasing
That I hear in English.

Run in Gym.
I run for one reason.
Because for one minute,
I can get away.
Leave everything behind,
Buried in my dust.

Wait for it to be over.
Two more classes.
How long can it take?
Feels like eternity.

I hear the teachers mention her name,
Talk about how nice she is to everyone.
Sure, everyone who doesn't defy her
If they knew, would it change?

Social Studies teacher, he sees the look
Sees it on my face.
Asks if every thing's alright.
My heart says no.
My mouth says yes.

Yearbook assembly.
Great, I get to stand in front of everyone.
Pretend I like someone
Who's ruined my life.

My name is called.
Clap clap.
Clap clap.
Done.
Because they've heard the rumors
That aren't true.

Her name is called.
Loud clapping.
Cheers.
Standing ovations.

I swore, under my breath.
Would you still like her,
If you knew what she's done?
I bet you would.

Because that's how it works.

Final bell rings.
Freedom at last.
How was school?
Good. I lie.

Go home.
Go to my den.
With people I like.
Where I have a life.

Thought about it too long.
Something warm and wet
Slides down my cheek.
For the third time this week.

That cold, sad, twisting feeling.
Too familiar now,
Shows up in my chest.
No wonder how.

Pang pang pang.
Goes my heart.

Truth be told, I don't know if I'm quitting. I feel like I should. But part of me says no. The guidance counselors do nothing. My parents can't do anything. I don't blog to be famous. I blog to share my feelings. To keep a diary. It was a diary about Wizard101, but now it's just me. I think it'll go back to Wizard101 in a while. Either when I'm in high school and Kira's at a different one, or this gets cleared up, or some other reason. But for now, I am very much here, and I'll be around. Don't know when that'll be, but I'll be around.

Cya!

@#$%

I'm in SUCH a bad mood right now.

So congratulation's to all you official bloggers out there. Have fun with your stupid gift card. While the rest of us just stand by and watch you guys gloat. And even though I've been blogging for over a year now, longer than some of the official bloggers, all I get is criticism. No, no one cares that I had to put my cat down. No one cares that I was dragged to a funeral for someone I barely knew two days before my birthday. And you know, it really sucks that because I'm 2,000 miles from Texas, I get that gift card TWO WEEKS after you guys do. So while I watch everyone flaunt their stupid gear all I can do is watch. Sure, it doesn't matter that the bullying is getting worse, and now other kids are joining in. Picking on me, shooting me looks like I'm a freak.

Oh, and by the way, I'm quitting blogging. I've thought about this for a while now, and I think I should go through with it. I'll post now and then, but for now, I'm done. It's too much of a hastle. I'll be on Wizard101, and Twitter, and Skype, and Facebook, but for the time being, it looks like this is

Goodbye.

"I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! They'd advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!" -Emily Dickinson

I'm Gonna Miss You, Rose.

So some of you know that my cat has cancer. We found out it was cancer is August, they said she'd have four months to live. It was a lump growing in her muscle, and it's been getting really big lately. It finally broke through the skin recently, which means she'll be in a lot of pain and bleeding everywhere. My mom says we'll have to put her down soon. I hope sh can last until my birthday, but my mom doesn't think so. My birthday's in 15 days. I've been with her since I was three. I knew the day would come, but I was just hoping she would last until August 1 so she could be 10. If you've been reading my blog for a while, you'll remember how upset I was when Mickey died. I knew Mickey for six months. I've known Rose for nine years. I still remember the day we got her. My mom and I walked into the adoption room, where tons of cats came out. My mom was kneeling and bent over while we both looked through all the kittens. I looked up, and there was a little black and white kitten with an uneven mustache climbing on my mom's back. I pointed to her "I want that one!". She asked me what I wanted to name her. I said Blackrose, Rose for short. We took her home and let her out of the crate. She jumped out and started attacking the dust floating in the room. A few hours later, after she had explored the house, she was curled up on the chair in the family room. I was sitting on the floor, watching Spongebob. My mom was asleep on the couch. I knew how cats could be picky and not like you at first, so I decided to sit at the other side of the chair, and get closer as she got used to me. To my surprise, she looked up, walked over, and sat down right next to me. She picked us. I was hers. She was mine. She's my first cat, and I'll never forget her.

Rose

August 1, 2001-Sometime soon, 2011

The Museum of Fine Arts in Boston

So, I took a trip to (as the title suggests) The Museum of Fine Arts in Boston! YAAAAY! I went with Alura, her sister, Rebecca, and our irl friend, Shale, along with my mom and Alura and Rebecca's mom. We went to see the Dale Chihuli exhibit, but we saw some other things too. I took 109 PICTURES!!!! I put them into 3 different slide shows so you could see. It would have been 1 long one, but Slide put a temporary photo limit on their slides. Please take the time to look through all of them, they only take about 5 minutes, and there are some really cool pictures.

I do expect comments on this!

Cya!

p.s. I got a 3DS and it's EPICLY AWESOME!

A Rough Patch, Inspiration, and a Rant (not in that order)

Yea, not in order.... So I've been going through a hard time in my life. Kira's getting worse, and it's anti-bullying week in our school. Yay. It's miserable. Tell ya what, guidance counselors, if you actually want to do something about the bullying, deport Kira. Being bullied is like being in a dark room with no way out. You try to break through the wall, you break your foot. You give up, you betray yourself...that's the one thing you can't do. I almost hit Kira in the lunch room the other day. Fist clenched, knuckles white, muscles tense, the whole deal. I don't know if suspension would be worth it. I wish they would stop the anti-bullying week, because it just makes the victims feel worse. I cried for an hour while I was in the shower. So, while I'm in this rough patch, thanks for all your support. *insert sarcasm here* Because that's the next thing I want to talk about. I know this is going to sound all whiny, but we've all had these posts, so don't be a hypocrite. I'm really sick of not being an official blogger. When you think of a famous blogger, you think Friendly, Alia, Kestrel, Stephen. Not Donna. Never Donna. When you think of those bloggers who've been around forever and aren't going anywhere, that's when you think of Donna. And you know, it really sucks when you go to a big blogger party and everyone just thinks of you as another one of those desperates trying to get someone famous to add them just so they can brag to their friends that they know someone famous. And something else, and I know you don't care, but I'm gonna say it anyway. Every time after I work my butt off to make a post, I check the comments. So, I always check the comments. And it really makes me feel unappreciated when I see "0 comments". So please. It doesn't have to be long, just share your thoughts. Seriously, it takes two minutes. And, the last thing............... You don't get to find out. That's the thing. COMMENT your guess on what you think it is. I will then pick the top four most popular guesses and make a poll out of them around, say, Wednesday. (I'm on vacation this week) Alright, so start guessing!

Lots of Pictures in This Post (25!)

Yup, you heard right! 25 pictures! Don't you look at me like that, I had a lot to show you. What with our countdown surprise, the contests (no, I'm not hosting one), my garden, and so much more! Hmm...I'll start off with my garden, save the best until last. I've seriously started to take up gardening, this is my MFP garden. I'm going to get rid of it once everything turns elder. My stinkweed is in solitary confinement.

Here's a young prickly bear cactus, two adult desparagus, and a young baby carrot.

Bread fruit bush, rye bread fruit bush (upper right), and a cornbread fruit bush (lower middle.)

This is my King Parsley, but if you ask me he looks more like King Broccoli.

Deadly helephant ears, helephant ears, silver trumpet vines as seedlings, evil snow peas, honey sickle, young evil magma peas, laugh-o-dil (I would help it out, but uh...)

and next to it is going to be a pink laugh-o-dil.

Those two young dandelions are going to be pink and orange. Then I have a ninja fig and boom shroom.

Snap Dragon! :D

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I made a little scene, you can guess what's going on, can't you?

Mwahahahahahaha......

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And now, for our April Fool's day surprise countdown, we have.................................THE ROCK PET! In my opinion it's so goofy it's cute, so I bought one.

Impossible to tell the difference, right?

That's what it does when you scold it (click to enlarge).

I built mine a rock habitat. Look to the far right, it's Selena Gomez!

That's the end of the rock dance, he jumps in the air. (sorry for the weird order on the rock dance)

Begining of the rock dance, he twirls around.

My rock habitat at large.

Random picture. So, by now you probably all know about Ravenwood Radio's contest for the sunshine pony mount. Well, last night I competed, and guess what? I WON! That's right, I'm now one of only FIVE people who have a sunshine pony. Here are some pics. Sun on it's rear :P I love its eyes. Ta-da! *sparkle sparkle* Well, that's it from me.

Cya!

Upcoming Events + A Short, School-Related Rant

First of all, sorry, no Seven today. Sorry if I let you down, but I'll post more of it this weekend. It's just hard to find time to write it on school days.

And, here it comes, the rant! So we started on the reproductive system in Life Science class today. Actually, I'm not going to say anything about how "weird" or "disturbing" it is. My dad is a COLLEGE HEALTH AND FITNESS TEACHER. I was five when he started telling me about mitochondria. Is it any wonder I have an A is Science Class? I think not. But as I was saying, I'm here to rant about how immature everyone's being. OH. MY. GOD. It's how you were born, it's how your parents were born, it's how most of your pets were born, it's how every mammal (accepting the platypus, freaky little creature...) in the history of the world was born. GET OVER YOURSELF! You can't live without 'em, everyone person on the planet has 'em, so suck it up and DO YOUR WORK! It's just part of life. (by the way, for those of you who don't know how it works, don't ask me, I'll leave that to your parents and teachers.) You can't go on believe that storks bring children. You want kids one day, don't you?

So, now that we're done with that, what you've all been waiting for. Spring is here, even though we got snow last night (CURSE YOU, NEW ENGLAND WEATHER!), and that means it's the start of butterfly season. I've raised butterflies from caterpillars two years previous, and now I'm doing it again. I know you always see little kids in those commercials, but it's not childish at all. It's really cool. To see those tiny little caterpillars (eggs, sometimes, depending on when they arrive) turn into cocoons, and then butterflies? It's the coolest thing ever! You get to feed them, and watch them grow, they may look skittish, but they really trust you. When I let mine go, there was one that didn't wanna come out. I stuck my finger into their container, and it climbed onto it. When I lifted my finger up, it didn't fly away until it was outside. So I'm going to order them again this year. Either five or ten, it depends if you can get the special order online, I already have the holder. Perhaps you picked up on the hints? This time, I'm sharing it with you. Yup! A video everyday, posted up here...hopefully...there may be no videos some days, and a couple another. But the really awesome thing is, after you release them, you'll see them around your house. And, the next spring and summer, you'll see their descendants, even though they've never even been to the place you released them. Oh, and in the videos, once they become butterflies, you'll see these red blotches in places. Don't worry, it's not butterfly blood. It's...uh....their...uh....waste...products........ANYWAY........................

Cya!

Seven

Chapter Two
~Kimberly~

She had green eyes that lit up like flames, and brown hair put up into pigtails tat stuck out of the side of her head. She struck me as a hippie at first, ripped, bell-bottom jeans, flowery shirt, and dirty, worn sandals. “Sorry,” she said, helping me up and dusting off her jeans. “I was in a rush, I was trying to-” Get away from something watching you. She didn’t have to finish the sentence. I knew what she was going to say. “Never mind. You’d think I was crazy if I told you. My name’s Kimberly, by the way.” Looking at all the scattered seed packets (among which was an ipod), I said “I’m Allison, why are you carrying all these seeds?” She grinned, picking up her belongings “Follow me.”
She led me to a little spot in the center of town that I didn’t even know existed. It was hidden from sight by buildings, and it didn’t look like it belonged to any of them, because if it did, it would be in much better shape. I stood knee-deep in weeds, which surrounded a moldy fountain—on which rats were crawling—and overrun a couple of classic park benches. “It was ten times worse when I found it.” Kimberly said. “I asked each of the owners of the buildings if they wanted it, and they said no, so I asked them if I could have it. They said it was a dirty old park that couldn’t be fixed, so they let me have it. Said no matter how much I weeded it would stay the same. But they don’t know me. I’ve got the greenest thumb around, and I can fix up any garden ‘til it’s lusher than the Garden of Eden ever was, no matter how bad a state of repair it’s in. Wanna help?” I looked around; it was going to be some project, but I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. So I said, “Sure.”
Then that feeling came back. That feeling that someone was watching me, only this time, it felt threatening. I looked around, no one was there, but I could see Kimberly felt it too. Have to get away. Something told me, “Uh, I really should get going.” I said, “I mean, it’s getting late, my parents’ll be worried. But I’ll meet you here tomorrow.” Kimberly nodded absently, looking around for what was causing the odd feeling, “Yea…yea, I should get going. See ya tomorrow.” She said.
We parted and I ran off towards home, wondering what tat strange feeling was. Something weird’s going on here. That feeling, it wasn’t right, it was like someone was trying to watch me, find out what makes me tick. Part of me thought, Don’t be ridiculous! The other part of me argued, You’re being paranoid, it’s nothing. I tried to convince myself, Then how come Kimberly could feel it too? Admit it! Something strange is happening. I thought, but then something else came to my realization, You don’t know that she felt it! For all that you know, she could have been looking at a bird or something, it doesn’t mean she’s as psychologically messed up as you are. But I still couldn't believe that nothing weird was happening, You saw the look on her face! She felt it too, she knows there was something happening! It kept going on back and forth like that all the way home, I felt like a yo-yo, going back and forth, back and forth.
Even when I reached home, I was still oblivious to everything. When I barged in the front door, my mom told me something, can’t remember what, just went straight up to my room. Fell back onto my bed, covered my face with a pillow. Tried to come up with an explanation, couldn’t think of any. Instead I passed out on my bed, my brain was overworked from trying to figure out exactly what happened and why. Next thing I knew, my mom was calling me down for dinner.

Seven

Before I begin, *shoves Jane out of the way* (trust me, you REALLY don't want to know), sorry about that last post. I've hit a pothole on the rode of life and Wizard101 just isn't enough to get rid of all the stress anymore. You remember Kira? It's gotten worse. And SOMEONE I know needs to make a decision.

ANYWAY....you're probably wondering why this post is entitled "Seven". WEEEELLLLLL........(No Jane, not yet, STOP BUGGING ME!) So I was out walking the other day and I started thinking about Wizard101. And, well, I got an idea. For the record, I am NOT abandoning POWERS, so don't freak out, Jessica. There's no rule that says I can't work on two projects at the same time. I may or may not finish it, it depends on how much support I get from you guys. Finished or not, I'll make a tab for it by The Drake Kids. It may be the only thing up for a while, depends on whether or not I get a good idea for a post worth posting. So, uh, let's get started. (OK, Jane, now.)

Chapter 1:
~Allison~

July Seventh, 2007. That day. That was the day everything changed. Don't get me wrong, it was a completely normal day...at first. My name's Allison, by the way. Allison Sandforge. But back then it was just Allison. I was just walking on the beach, thinking about why I even put up with the people at school who tease me for my “abnormality”. I could do things, things that I didn’t know what they were. Once our class was outside for the first time in spring, and there was a lot of sand for the ice on the pavement from that winter. I got mad, and suddenly, there was a sandstorm brewing. It chased after the girls who had made me mad, and by the time the teacher was back and my temper was under control, it was just…gone. And when I was in trouble, if there was a salamander nearby, it would just come up and stand next to me.

I dug my toes into the sand. I guess kids made fun of me because I was good at everything. And I mean everything. MVP in track, soccer, softball, lacrosse AND competitive swimming. Not to mention I was an A+ student in every class, made great projects in art class, and all the teachers just loved me. I was perfect in everything I did. And I hated it. See, try as I might, there was nothing I really loved to do.

Until we learned about the dessert in Geography. Now that was cool. The sand, the heat, the blazing white heat of the sun and the constant struggle to live, it made me come alive. Of course, with the dessert came Egypt, and that was even better. The history of it all, the strange allure of mummification, ancient kings, the epic battle between Moses and his own brother, Ramses, to set his people free from slavery, the gods, the pyramids, and the Nile, the lifeblood of Egypt!

I ditched my sandals, didn’t want them, didn’t need them. Ran across the sand, let my feet touch the cool sand, felt it shift underneath my weight. Cart wheeled over the sand, did a front-flip in the air, started to run faster, but then I felt something…someone was watching me. It wasn’t a bad feeling though, it felt like a good presence. But still, it made me feel uncomfortable. I had to get away from it, quickly. I wanted to go the park in the center of town, but it was so far away. I thought about it, thought about the little white gazebo, the people laughing and playing, dogs catching Frisbees, old people sitting on the maple wood benches feeding bread crumbs to pigeons. And then, the park wasn’t a thought anymore, it was real, I was there. How did this happen? I thought. I was just at the beach a second ago…that’s impossible…I—someone bumped into me and knocked me to the ground. I looked up at the culprit. She looked so familiar…like I was supposed to know her, from a dream or something, like it was destiny that made her bump into me.
“Hey…” she said, completely unfazed by the fact that she had knocked us both to the ground, but she looked the same way I felt. Like we were supposed to meet.

I'll post more of that tomorrow, if not today. So please comment, and let me know what you think!

Cya!