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From Riches to Rags Today is June 28, 1919. My day started out the usual way: school, school, and more school. But for some reason, today felt different, like something good was in store. I'm guessing that papa forgot to send a car over to pick me up, or else I wouldn't be walking home in the cold, wet rain. As I walked by a busy street corner, I heard the newspaper boy shouting something about WWI. I couldn't help my burning curiosity, so I walked right on over there, my head held high, as if I owned the place.
"What do ye want?" the crooked, bitter looking, old newsstand owner asked in a raspy voice that made it sound like he was growling at me.
"I umm just wanted to know what all that yelling about WWI was about," I replied quietly, forgetting that I was going to be late if I didn't hurry.
"Eh," he started, leaning over the wooden board of th
my sailor moon fan characterok, so like, this is MY Sailor Moon fan character!
hair: down 2 the upper middle of her back, brown, usually in a braid
clothes: usually a middle school uniform
face: green eyes, usually smirking, sometimes smiling, or straight faced
personality: she has a mixture: mean, loving, willing, sometimes a cry-baby, kind (only 2 people she likes), evil, nice, sweet, caring, protective (of Serena especially!), hates any1 who is mean 2 Serena or Amara or Rini
sailor scout: she is Sailor Moon equal: Sailor Eclipse
costume: it changes like Serena's, but the colors always stay the same; reddish orange and black
costume hair: it's a braid, but with 2 different colored ribbons woven into it: red and silver
red ribbon: has a white full moon hanging off it's end
silver ribbon: has a red sun hanging off it's end
symbol on forehead: a black circle, signfying the regular eclipse, but the symbol's color and her power change if it's a solar eclipse: she'll become as strong as Sailor P
preview of my book prt 3I snuck out the next night, since I didn't have to kill anyone for once. Having no idea where I was going, I quickly and quietly walked down the empty metal corridor until I got to the exit all the way at the end of the long hallway. Just then, Snake's face popped in to my head and I turned around and went straight to his room, my face a little red.
"What?" he said when I poked him. "Who is it?"
"Me, sleepy-head," I whispered playfully, sitting on the edge off his bed, my face burning, "Can I sleep in here?"
"Umm.... Why?" was his dead reply, as he scooted over a little in his bed.
"Because, Mitzi is already asleep in her bed, and I can't go to sleep. And I'm afraid she'll get mad at me if I wake her up."
"Fine," he said regrettingly, lifting the black blanket up so I could get under with him. As I got up to move over there so I could lay down, I accidentally tripped on the bed and fell on top of him. Blushing, I tried to get up, instead he pulled me down and kissed me passionatley on
a preview of my new book prt 1
"I can't do this," I said, shaking my head sadly, "I need to stop! I'm hurting people, Snake! I've seen people die too many times."
"So, what can you do? It's your destiny to do this, is it not?" Was Snake's cold reply.
"Tonight will be the last time I kill someone."
"You can't just stop doing what you do, Lumina, it's not only your destiny, but you promised us that you would do it for us, for Maxwell."
I winced at the name Maxwell, like I always did for some reason. "I plan on commiting suicide tonight after I kill this one last person," I eyed the dagger in Snake's right hand, noticing that his hand was shaking. "What's wrong?" I asked, looking him in the eyes in a serious like way.
"If you want to die, then why not here?" Was his angry reply. He grabbed me and push
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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