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He's lying. All he wants is her money. They always do. Mia, here are three rules of trollhunting. They might help. 

 

 

Rule Number One: Always be afraid. Why? Fear keeps you sharp.

Rule Number Two: Always finish the fight.

Rule Number Three: When in doubt, always kick them in the gronk-nuks.

 

 

Rule Three is much more useful than you'd think.

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Grrr. Nothing's going through.

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So I'm just going to summarize this part: 

 

 

Mia's father tells her to calm down and maybe go take a hot bath, she freaks out at him because he's the one who has to calm down. She hears footsteps running up the driveway and thinks that maybe it's Kevin. Then her father starts running downstairs to leave through the back door. She howls because he's cutting off her last chance. But then... he turns around and opens the door.

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I'm confused, but at least I kinda know what happened.

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Amber- Yeah. Now let's hope this part goes through quickly... It was hard for me to write cuz romance, bleh, but I have to do it for the sake of my romantic readership...

 

Chapter Eleven

Kevin bursts in, face red. He quickly takes in the scene, then shoves Dad away and runs up the stairs. He crouches next to me and takes my head in his hands.

 “Mia, how’d this happen?” he asks. I just shake my head.

 “How’d you get here so fast?” I ask. My voice sounds weak and tired out.

 “I’ll tell you later. We have to take care of this first.” He pulls out his phone and walks up to my father. Dad’s just standing there, like he doesn’t believe what’s happening.

 “Stay away from my daughter,” He growls. But somehow, it sounds pathetic.

 Kevin laughs. He actually laughs. Then he gets a serious look on his face and in a flash, he has my father pinned against the wall. “Don’t. Move,” he commands, and dials nine one one. Dad’s eyes grow wide with fear.

 “No, please…” he starts, and then trails off. “I guess I deserve this.” He says this so quietly. I almost think I imagined it. It’s just… Wow. All my life I’ve been waiting to hear him say those words. It feels so validating to finally have him accept that he was so horribly wrong.

 The sound of wailing police cars draws closer. Kevin opens the door and waves frantically. Dad slumps to the floor. I drag myself into a sitting position, feeling like it’s all a dream. And I know I should be crazy with joy, but… I’m not sure it’s a good one.

 I watch, detached, as a tall, scary looking guy in blue walks in. Another cop comes in behind him.

 She walks up to me and asks how I’m doing. I hear the muted sounds of Kevin talking to the other cop in the background.

 “I don’t know, I mean, I’m fine…”

 I watch my father being led out the door. He’s never looked so small before, so old. So utterly defeated. But as he walks out, he shoots me a look full of spite. I feel a lump grow in my throat and try to swallow it away, but it only gets bigger.

 Kevin’s talking to me. Or the cop. I don’t know. My ears feel like they’re stuffed with cotton. I sit up and a wave of nausea hits me. I croak, but the vomit’s out before anyone moves.

 When I’m done, Kevin gently picks me up. He wipes my mouth off and gently rubs my cheek.

 “Don’t worry, Mia. You’ll be fine.” He gazes into my eyes with such intensity, such care. I turn away, blushing. Nobody’s ever looked at me like that before.

 Now I’m feeling guilty for having that thought while my father’s being carted off to jail. But I shouldn’t feel guilty, I really shouldn’t. So why do I?

 Kevin runs a hand through my hair and the cop clears her throat. Now it’s his turn to blush. He gently puts me down.

 “Mia, I’m Jenny Wilkes. I’ll be taking you in for an evaluation, just to make sure that you’re doing alright. It looks like we’ll have to head to the hospital first. Would you like your friend to come with you?”

 I nod weakly, grateful that she didn’t mention a word about me going in for questioning.

 I put on my jacket and we scramble into the police car. I notice the neighbors standing in their doorways, wondering what’s going on. As Kevin shuts the door behind him, that saying comes to mind. You never know what’s going on behind closed doors.

 I can’t see out the tinted windows. Oddly, I feel as if I’m the criminal. I turn to Kevin and he puts his arm around my shoulder.

 “Kevin?”

 “Yeah?”

 “Thanks.”

 He kisses my forehead and I lean back, closing my eyes. It feels like everything’s going too fast, but at the same time, like time got sluggish.

 

 

 

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*Dum dee dum*

 

WAIT BRACHA POSTED A NEW INSTALLMENT

 

*reads*

 

EEEEEE LOOOOVVVEEEEEE

 

*flappes hands*

 

FEEEEEEEEELS

 

Post another soon ok? also, i hope you're putting all of this togeter in a notebook or doc or something, this could get published, I'm being dead serious.

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 - crisis

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I understand her feelings.

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Catte- Thanks! I have this saved on Word. 

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Oh. I just realized I don't have more written xD

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I understand, but it's not from a father. My feelings are similar for a brother.

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I wrote a little more, so I'll probably have another chapter by tomorrow. Oh shoot I actually have a report to do... So in a few days. Sorry :(

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Bracha, you ok? It's been over a week.

Or it just writer's block (I know the feeling)

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She posted that she had a blasted assignment 6 hours ago!

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Am i the only one who refreshes this page to see if ther are updates compulsively?

 

 

Just me?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THANK GOD FOR RANDOM MOMENTS OF MOTIVATION!!!

 

Chapter Twelve

 I lean my head against the cool window of Kevin's car. Now that I live with him, the days of yellow buses are over. I sigh. You know, Pocahontas didn't really end the way Disney portrayed it. My fairy tale left me with an uneasy feeling, too.

 The trials replay in my head. Dad pleading guilty. The judge pounding his gavel. And my roiling stomach as they escort my handcuffed father to prison.

 All I could think about was how I wish Kevin didn't have to do what he did. He's a great guy, and I'm not worthy of him. Not that I'd let him go, no way. I just wish I was brave enough to do it on my own. But I'm a coward, so I didn't. I just waited for my knight to come and save me.

 When we got to Kevin's house, I didn't even say thank you. He just pulled me out of heck [filter] and I couldn't remember to thank him. All I did was apologize, over and over and over again.

 "Look, Mia. It's a bluebird! Just like that day you showed me your poem." He smiles. I look where he's pointing and turn away.

 I shouldn't have all this. Everything is perfect now, down to the birds that flit by. 

 And I'm the stain. I'm the girl who sent her father to jail.

 "Kevin... I shouldn't, I don't, I mean... Ugh. Nevermind. Sorry. You- you don't deserve this."

 "What? I don't deserve an awesome, strong, kind, brave girl?"

 I take a deep breath and hang my head. I know that I didn't do anything wrong, but I keep thinking of myself as the girl who locked her daddy into a prison cell.

 Kevin glances over at me. "Mia. Look at me." 

 I do. 

 "What's going on in that beautiful noggin of yours?" 

 I have to stifle a giggle at that. But I quickly grow serious. "I just can't believe my father's in jail. And I sent him there," I add.

 "Mia, he deserved it. He beat you up but you were perfect. You are perfect. And I know you feel as if you're to blame, but you can't let the guilt wash you away. You've done nothing wrong."

 Wow. All that, and while he's driving? It hits me again, how utterly lucky I am to have someone like this. He never loses it on me, even though it must be so hard not to. I'm a world-class sorry-for-herself pessimist. Ha, it's no wonder I'm so hated. "I know that, I know we couldn't go on like that and he did something wrong and all, but... I don't know. It still feels bad."

 Kevin nods and leans forward. "I get how that can make you feel. It sucks, it absolutely sucks, doesn't it?" I've never heard him talk this way. There's a look in his eyes that tells me he's more than that sweet boy he shows everyone else. "But there is so much good that you do, and so much that you add to the world. To my world."

 But that conversation's for another time.

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Well, I know how she feels. But it ain't my dad that's the problem.

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 Lunch is my favorite part of the day. As I step into the library, Scarlet rushes in behind me.

 "Hey Mia," she pants. "Want company?"

 "Sure! Kevin -my boyfriend- he'll be here soon."

 "Okay, no problem," she says, looking like it most definitely is a problem.

 "Is there something you wanted to tell me?" I ask. My phone pings and I check it.

 My brother ran into some trouble over at the elementary school.  Sorry I'll be late :(

 It's from Kevin. He's just sweet like that, dropping everything to stand up to a playground bully so his brother doesn't have to.

 "Yeah, actually," Scarlet replies. We sit down and I take out my lunch of grilled chicken, made by Kevin's mom.

 "Go ahead," I say, taking a bite. It's really good.

 "I just wanted to say sorry. Because no offense, but it was kind of obvious, to me at least, that you were really not doing okay. And I know I could've helped, or at least I could've been there for you."

 There's this strange feeling bubbling up in me. It's something new to me, like... wow. Someone notice me having a rough time, and she cared. Even though she's saying that she didn't really care, until now.

 "Wow... Um, thanks. I mean, you don't have to apologize, it's not like it was your duty to 'save' me or anything..."

 "Yeah, that's the thing. I didn't have to, but I should've. Take the sun. It has one job: keep our planet from freezing over. And I'd say it's doing a pretty good job of that."

 I look outside and nod. It's about time I started hanging out outside.

 "But it doesn't stop there. It bounces off glass and makes little rainbows. So it's like us, we come to school to learn stuff. But we could also make little rainbows for each other, and I didn't do that. So I'm gonna start now," she finishes.

 

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MIA’S FINALLY GETTING THE LIFE SHE DESERVES

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Lucy- Writing about him inspires me to be more like my characters :D

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Poem credits to Creativescarlet16, the idea for the rainbow thing was sparked by something Katie (pyschedraven41) said.

 

Lunch is my favorite part of the day. As I step into the library, Scarlet rushes in behind me.

 "Hey Mia," she pants. "Want company?"

 "Sure! Kevin -my boyfriend- he'll be here soon."

 "Okay, no problem," she says, looking like it most definitely is a problem.

 "Is there something you wanted to tell me?" I ask. My phone pings and I check it.

 My brother ran into some trouble over at the elementary school.  Sorry I'll be late :(

 It's from Kevin. He's just sweet like that, dropping everything to stand up to a playground bully so his brother doesn't have to.

 "Yeah, actually," Scarlet replies. We sit down and I take out my lunch of grilled chicken, made by Kevin's mom.

 "Go ahead," I say, taking a bite. It's really good.

 "I just wanted to say sorry. Because no offense, but it was kind of obvious, to me at least, that you were really not doing okay. And I know I could've helped, or at least I could've been there for you."

 There's this strange feeling bubbling up in me. It's something new to me, like... wow. Someone notice me having a rough time, and she cared. Even though she's saying that she didn't really care, until now.

 "Wow... Um, thanks. I mean, you don't have to apologize, it's not like it was your duty to 'save' me or anything..."

 "Yeah, that's the thing. I didn't have to, but I should've. Take the sun. It has one job: keep our planet from freezing over. And I'd say it's doing a pretty good job of that."

 I look outside and nod. It's about time I started spending more of my life with Mother Nature.

 "But it doesn't stop there. It bounces off glass and makes little rainbows. So it's like us, we come to school to learn stuff. But we could also make little rainbows for each other, and I didn't do that. So I'm gonna start now," she finishes.

 "That's deep. I never though of it like that. I don't think I've made too many rainbows, either. But why the sudden turnaround?"

 Scarlet sighs. "Well, it seems like you're doing better now, also through your poems. And I was just like, dang. Someone musta done something and that someone wasn't me."

 "I- I really don't know what to say to that. You're really special, Scarlet, you know. To come out like that, and admit that you didn't do enough... Gosh, that sounded mean. Sorry." GAH! Why must I always mess things up???

 Scarlet laughs, a clear, tinkling sound. "That's okay! I think we both communicate better through writing."

 That, I can agree with.

 "Speaking of which," she continues, "I have a poem I wanted to show you." She takes out her notebook and flips to a page with smudged green ink.

 I've been here always,

 Present, staying

 Throughout the wars,

 And the lies.

 I've seen many fallen,

 Many leave,

 Drunk on their power, 

 Their supposed secrecy.

 When they left, I suppose

 They went away

 Disillusioned with this place.

 Some were forced into

 Exile, otheres, of their own will,

 Would just go.

 So yes, am I tired?

 Yes, am I old?

 The years have passed, 

 Faded away, gone.

 Always changing, never staying

 The same.

 They left, they couldn't last

 Never to return.

 How long I will I remain?

 

 It's crazy how much you don't know about people. And this is my first chance to create a rainbow.

 

 

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Lucy- Yay!!! I like writing these happy parts!

Amber- How did you know? You'll have to wait a few parts...

I gotta hand it to you, Phil, that double post was pretty helpful. Also: Note to all, find a good pen and suddenly everything falls into place.

 

Chapter Thirteen

I can't stop thinking about Dad, but I'm starting to realize that there's nothing I can do. And looking back at the pictures of myself right after, running my fingers over my scars... I guess it just hit me, how completely insane it was. I'm letting some of that guilt slide off my shoulder, like water.

 But I've been feeling kind of... weird. It's hard to explain. Not... empty, exactly, but something like that. Like all of my emotions have been burned away and I'm hollow. I have these pristine moments, and the world is colorful and I feel untethered and free, so free! Then next thing I know, I'm calling myself some nasty things. Want a sneak peek? Shallow, hypocrite, liar. Cheat, fake, thief. 

 And I don't even know why.

 I haven't spoken to Kevin about it, because I don't want to burden him with my problems anymore. It's not a really pressing matter, anyway. When we're laying in the grass and laughing together, all I'm thinking about is how wonderfully improbable it is, and how my heart's bursting, and how incredibly lucky I am.

 It's the long, lonely nights when I forget who I was; who I'm trying to be.

 "Mia, would you like some more pasta?" Kevin's mother asks. I can't get over this family; their accents are the cutest thing ever.

 "Sure, thanks," I say with a smile. I'm soaking up every moment I have here, because next week I'm heading to my grandma's house.

 I never knew her that well, although I really don't know why. She doesn't live that far (I won't even be switching schools). I guess she buried her smiles along with her daughter. I can't blame her.

 But as to my feelings -or should I say, lack of them- I think I'm gonna talk it over with Mr. Eisenhower. It's not his fault that I put on a mask, and he did put in some effort. But I burned that mask.

 I really hope he can fix me, because my latest poem runs like this:

 

 Happiness unwelcomed

 Creeps in, I push away

 I used to wish for it, but now

 That all seems so very strange

 Happy makes Sad a villain

 That I worked to learn to love

 It takes all my security,

 Leaves sinking hard and bitter

 Now I can only hope to feel

 Anything- sick or sweet

 

 This totally isn't based on personal experience

 

 

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I take a deep breath, lift my hand, and knock at Mr. Eisenhower's door. This could be a big mistake. Or, I quickly correct myself, it could turn out to be really great.
"Come in," he calls, sounding genuine.
I step in and when he looks up, I notice his eyebrows raise a bit.
"Mia, glad to see you hee-yuh! Have a seat." He's got a strong Maine accent...
I gingerly sit down on the seat opposite his desk and feel myself sinking into the fluffy orange material.
"Hi," I say, swallowing hard. Mr. E smiles, creasing up his whole face.
"Don't be nervous," he says reassuringly. "Everything you tell me here is strictly confidential."
I look around his office. It's not at all what I'd expected from an old guy like him. The walls are painted an electric blue, and there are a bunch of exotic looking plants around the perimeter of the room.
"I don't really know where to start," I begin. Mr. E doesn't say anything, presumably giving me time to think. He probably heard about Dad on the news, judging by the pitying glances that have recently been thrown my way.
"You've heard about my father, right?"
"Ayuh. Is that what you'd like to discuss?"
I shake my head. "No. I don't want to dwell on the past. It's just that I don't know how... how to move on? That's not really right..."
Mr. Eisenhower nods. "That's a really great, healthy attitude you're displaying. I'm proud of you for thinking that way- and for coming here. Not many could be so brave."
Hey, that feels good! Even if he doesn't end up being much of a help, this is worth it.
Mr. E continues. "I think what's happening here is that you've lived your whole life in fear and secrecy, thinking that you deserve to be unloved and that you are worthless. Of course, those are total lies."
That much is obvious.
"And now that things are so different, you have lost your sense of self. Your identity was built on those things. You don't know who you are without them. Does that feel right?"
"Yes! That's exactly it! I've been feeling so confused all the time, empty and lost..." It's so validating to know that it's normal. I'm not alone. There's an explanation for all this. "So what can I do to fix it?" I ask.
"You gotta get to know yaself. Spend five minutes each day, just thinking about you. Not ya life, not ya friends, just you. I recommend Goose Rocks Beach, it's a nice place, ten minutes away... Can I give you some homework?"
"Sure."
"Okay. I want you to write a list of ten positive traits that you have, and try to find some hobbies. What do you like to do?"
"I write some poetry," I admit shyly.
"Great! Do some of that. Go try new things, too. Discovah yaw hidden strengths! Would you be able to come back her at this time next week?"
"Yep. Thanks so much. I- I really am happy I worked up the guts to come, I was a scrid nervous. But you really helped."
"No problem," he beams.
Ten positive traits is tough. But I'll do my best.

You're doing great
Trying so hard
Keeping it together
Though you're fragile as a glass shard
But you're only human
You've got a breaking point
And when the odds are stacked you
It's okay to cry it out
But you're only human
You can't stand the frustration
So let the light in
Think of the good times
Try to bring them back
But you're only human
Just be grateful, be positive
Tomorrow will come
Don't give up, a fighter won't admit defeat
Even though you're only human

 

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I take a deep breath, lift my hand, and knock at Mr. Eisenhower's door. This could be a big mistake. Or, I quickly correct myself, it could turn out to be really great.

 "Come in," he calls, sounding genuine.

 I step in and when he looks up, I notice his eyebrows raise a bit. 

 "Mia, glad to see you hee-yuh! Have a seat." He's got a strong Maine accent...

 I gingerly sit down on the seat opposite his desk and feel myself sinking into the fluffy orange material.  

 "Hi," I say, swallowing hard. Mr. E smiles, creasing up his whole face. 

 "Don't be nervous," he says reassuringly. "Everything you tell me here is strictly confidential." 

 I look around his office. It's not at all what I'd expected from an old guy like him. The walls are painted an electric blue, and there are a bunch of exotic looking plants around the perimeter of the room.

 "I don't really know where to start," I begin. Mr. E doesn't say anything, presumably giving me time to think. He probably heard about Dad on the news, judging by the pitying glances that have recently been thrown my way.

 "You've heard about my father, right?"

 "Ayuh. Is that what you'd like to discuss?"

 I shake my head. "No. I don't want to dwell on the past. It's just that I don't know how... how to move on? That's not really right..."

 Mr. Eisenhower nods. "That's a really great, healthy attitude you're displaying. I'm proud of you for thinking that way- and for coming here. Not many could be so brave."

 Hey, that feels good! Even if he doesn't end up being much of a help, this is worth it.

 Mr. E continues. "I think what's happening here is that you've lived your whole life in fear and secrecy, thinking that you deserve to be unloved and that you are worthless. Of course, those are total lies."

 That much is obvious.

 "And now that things are so different, you have lost your sense of self. Your identity was built on those things. You don't know who you are without them. Does that feel right?"

 "Yes! That's exactly it! I've been feeling so confused all the time, empty and lost..." It's so validating to know that it's normal. I'm not alone. There's an explanation for all this. "So what can I do to fix it?" I ask.

 "You gotta get to know yaself. Spend five minutes each day, just thinking about you. Not ya life, not ya friends, just you. I recommend Goose Rocks Beach, it's a nice place, ten minutes away... Can I give you some homework?"

 "Sure."

 "Okay. I want you to write a list of ten positive traits that you have, and try to find some hobbies. What do you like to do?"

 "I write some poetry," I admit shyly.

 "Great! Do some of that. Go try new things, too. Discovah yaw hidden strengths! Would you be able to come back her at this time next week?"

 "Yep. Thanks so much. I- I really am happy I worked up the guts to come, I was a scrid nervous. But you really helped."

 "No problem," he beams. 

 Ten positive traits is tough. But I'll do my best.

 

You're doing great

Trying so hard

Keeping it together

Though you're fragile as a glass shard

But you're only human

You've got a breaking point

And when the odds are stacked you

It's okay to cry it out

But you're only human

You can't stand the frustration

So let the light in

Think of the good times
Try to bring them back

But you're only human

Just be grateful, be positive

Tomorrow will come

Don't give up, a fighter won't admit defeat

Even though you're only human

 

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Recruit

Jedi

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Shadow Child

 

 

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There are only six or seevn scenes left! *cries*

 

I take a deep breath, lift my hand, and knock at Mr. Eisenhower's door. This could be a big mistake. Or, I quickly correct myself, it could turn out to be really great.

 "Come in," he calls, sounding genuine.

 I step in and when he looks up, I notice his eyebrows raise a bit. 

 "Mia, glad to see you hee-yuh! Have a seat." He's got a strong Maine accent...

 I gingerly sit down on the seat opposite hie desk and feel myself sinking into the the fluffy orange material.  

 "Hi," I say, swallowing hard. Mr. E smiles, creasing up his whole face. 

 "Don't be nervous," he says reassuringly. "Everything you tell me here is strictly confidential." 

 I look around his office. It's not at all what I'd expected from and old guy like him. The walls are painted an electric blue, adn there are a bunch of exotic looking plants around the perimeter of the room.

 "I don't really know where to start," I begin.* Mr. E doesn't say anything, presumably giving me time to think. He probably heard about Dad on the news, judging by the pitying glances that have recently been thrown my way.

 "You've heard about my father, right?"

 "Ayuh. Is that what you'd like to discuss?"

 I shake my head. "No. I don't want to dwell on the past. It's just that I don't know how... how to move on? That's not really right..."

 Mr. Eisenhower nods. "That's a really great, healthy attitude you're displaying. I'm proud of you for thinking that way- and for coming here. Not may could be so brave."

 Hey, that feels good! Even if he doesn't end up being much of a help, this is worth it.

 Mr. E continues. "I think what's happening here is that you've lived your whole life in fear and secrecy, thinking that you deserve to be unloved and that you are worthless. Of course, those are total lies."

 That much is obvious.

 "And now that things are so different, you have lost your sense of self. Your identitly was built on those things. You don't know who you are without them. Does that feel right?"

 "Yes! That's exactly it! I've been feeling so confused all the time, empty and lost..." it's so validating to know that it's normal. I'm not alone. There's an explanation for all this. "So what can I do to fix it?" I ask.

 "You gotta get to know yaself. Spend five minutes each day, just thinking about you. Not ya life, not ya friends, just you. I reccomend Goose Rocks Beach, it's a nice place, ten minutes away... Can I give you some homework?"

 "Sure."

 "Okay. I want you to write a list of ten positive traits that you have, and try to find some hobbies. What do you like to do?"

 "I write some poetry," I admit shyly.

 "Great! Do some of that. Go try new things, too. Discovah yaw hidden strengths! Would you be able to come back her at this time next week?"

 "Yep. Thanks so much. I- I really am happy I worked up the guts to come, I was a scrid nervous. But you really helped."

 "No problem," he beams. 

 Ten positive traits is tough. But I'll do my best.

 

You're doing gret

Trying so hard

Keeping it together

Though you're fragile as a glass shard

But you're only human

You've got a breaking point

And when the odds are stacked you

It's okay to cry it out

But you're only human

You can't stand the frustration

So let the light in

Think of the good times
Try to bring them back

But you're only human

Just be grateful, be positive

Tomorrow will come

Don't give up, a fighter won't admit defeat

Even though you're only human

 

*Author's note: He, he.

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Chapter Fourteen

 

Today I have poetry! We’ve really come a long way, although I usually don’t bother applying the techniques when I’m in a fit of emotion… It’s super cool, though, to be able to identify different styles, and to write a real poem that can be analyzed and fit into neat categories.

 We all settle down and Mrs. Paley begins, as usual, by writing the topic on the board. (A real blackboard, mind you, with white chalk.) Rhythm.

 “When you listen to a song and find yourself tapping your feet or drumming your fingers, what’s causing that?”

 “The beat,” Jonas calls out. He’s gotten nicer throughout the year, but not much.

 “Exactly. In other words, the rhythm. The rhythm of a poem is its structure. All styles besides free verse have a specific rhythm. You’ll want to take notes on this.”

 I take out my notebook and 0.7 millimeter tip pen and smile. This is the real stuff.

 “Does anyone know how rhythm in poetry is expressed?”

 Beezus raises her hand. “Through stressed and unstressed syllables,” she tells us.

 “Yes, great!” Mrs. Paley says, eyes twinkling. “Each syllable in a line is called a foot. The patterns of syllables are called meters.”

 I vaguely remember reading a review on an Emily Dickinson poem, what was it… “Like iambic pentameter?” I ask.

 “Yeah, but that’s more sophisticated. We’ll start with the six most common meters used in English: iamb, trochee, spondee, anapest, dactyl, and pyrrhic. The first and most widely used is iamb. Each iambic foot consists of one unstressed syllable followed by one stressed syllable. For example, be-HIND. This probably sounds very familiar to you, right?”

 We all nod.

 “That’s because it’s the pattern that the English language generally follows. In every sentence, we use the iambic meter without even realizing it! Mia, what you were asking about is a series of five feet of iambic meter. Penta is Latin for five, so you get pentameter.”

 “Cool,” Scarlet says. “Now we can be real poets, picking out patterns is peoples’ speech.” I laugh. It fun to come out of hibernation and rediscover friendship, like the first smell of honeysuckle after a long winter.

 “Okay, the next one will be appreciated by the darker ones amongst us.” She glances pointedly at me and Scarlet. “It’s called trochee, and it’s the exact opposite of iamb, which is why it may sound so strange to our ears.”

 “So one stressed syllable, then one unstressed?” Jonas confirms.

 “Yes. For example, CON-quer. Because it starts high and then falls, it gives a darker feel to a poem, like in Poe’s famous one, The Raven.

 She hands out a copy. I dive in and get lost in it. Poe is a total literary genius. Look at this, Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore! I hungrily read the rest of it, relishing every word. This poem is delicious.

 I look up and find Mrs. Paley smiling at us. “What did you think of it?”

 We all start talking on top of each other, searching in vain to find the right words to express its sublimity. “I feel the creepiness wafting off it!” I exclaim.

 “And there you have it, right in front of you,” Mrs. Paley says, as if she’s announcing a new, futuristic invention, “the amazing effects of trochee!”

 I shake my head. “This is just too cool.”

 Mrs. Paley teaches us about some more meters, and then we write our own blank verse poems- no rhyme scheme, but a strict meter.

 At the very end, with ten minutes left to class, we pack up- it’s open mic time now.

 Scarlet gets up and clears her throat cliché-ishly.

 I heard your arguments.

I know you tried to hide them, at first,

But the screaming, the shouting,

It was so loud. You would

Start in whispers, angry,

Furious fast whispers that would

Quickly escalate into

Heated fights, and I know what you did.

I saw what you did, you would

Have hands hitting

Furniture thrown

Yells that would continue long after

Your voices threatened to give out.

And I would be there,

Hiding in my room, doors locked,

Huddled underneath my bed

With my blankets piled up all around me

As I told myself happy stories

Trying to drown out your anger.

Trying to avoid your anger.

It would never work...

 

 I try to look smaller. This sort of stuff makes me uncomfortable. I never know what to say and that makes me nervous. The silence grows thicker.

 Rainbows, I remember. “That was pretty good. Are you okay telling us why you, um, why you wrote that?”

 Scarlet nods, looking really relieved. “My parents are splitting up… So things are just tough at home right now.”

 Mrs. Paley makes a sympathetic noise. “It’s good that you’re releasing your emotions here, in a safe way. I’m real proud of you,” she says, giving her a knowing look.

 “I’m here if you want to talk,” Beezus says, relieving the tension.

 “Me too. I- I have some experience with, uh, parental tension?”

 Scarlet smiles softly. “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it.”

 Jonas is looking down, playing with his fingers. Beezus notices it, too. And even though he picked on her mercilessly in the past, and still does sometimes, she asks him what’s wrong.

 “My parents are divorced, too, it’s not a big deal, okay?” He walks out and the door clicks shut behind him, ending our conversation.

 “Well,” Mrs. Paley begins, but the three of us are already getting up. “Bye then, girls.”

 “Bye,” we echo, and leave.

 

 

 

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Unless you have everyhthing planned out maybe plot twist?

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CATTE

 

 

 

AKA:

The pun master (more than you, LUCINA)

The cat lady

The undertale fangirl

Depressed

 

Atheist

BISEXUAL

KITTIIIIIIEEEEESSS

Sci-fi

Oreos

Alphdyne

 

 

 - crisis

會 - opportunity 

 

They are one in the same. We are the future. We are leaders.

 

 

 

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I can see how much you all enjoyed that last chapter... Unless my computer's messing up again and I just can't see your posts?

 

Chapter Fourteen

 

Today I have poetry! We’ve really come a long way, although I usually don’t bother applying the techniques when I’m in a fit of emotion… It’s super cool, though, to be able to identify different styles, and to write a real poem that can be analyzed and fit into neat categories.

 We all settle down and Mrs. Paley begins, as usual, by writing the topic on the board. (A real blackboard, mind you, with white chalk.) Rhythm.

 “When you listen to a song and find yourself tapping your feet or drumming your fingers, what’s causing that?”

 “The beat,” Jonas calls out. He’s gotten nicer throughout the year, but not much.

 “Exactly. In other words, the rhythm. The rhythm of a poem is its structure. All styles besides free verse have a specific rhythm. You’ll want to take notes on this.”

 I take out my notebook and 0.7 millimeter tip pen and smile. This is the real stuff.

 “Does anyone know how rhythm in poetry is expressed?”

 Beezus raises her hand. “Through stressed and unstressed syllables,” she tells us.

 “Yes, great!” Mrs. Paley says, eyes twinkling. “Each pair of stressed and unstressed syllables in a line is called a foot. The patterns of syllables are called meters.”

 I vaguely remember reading a review on an Emily Dickinson poem, what was it… “Like iambic pentameter?” I ask.

 “Yeah, but that’s more sophisticated. We’ll start with the six most common meters used in English: iamb, trochee, spondee, anapest, dactyl, and pyrrhic. The first and most widely used is iamb. Each iambic foot consists of one unstressed syllable followed by one stressed syllable. For example, be-HIND. This probably sounds very familiar to you, right?”

 We all nod.

 “That’s because it’s the pattern that the English language generally follows. In every sentence, we use the iambic meter without even realizing it! Mia, what you were asking about is a series of five feet of iambic meter. Penta is Latin for five, so you get pentameter.”

 “Cool,” Scarlet says. “Now we can be real poets, picking out patterns is peoples’ speech.” I laugh. It fun to come out of hibernation and rediscover friendship, like the first smell of honeysuckle after a long winter.

 “Okay, the next one will be appreciated by the darker ones amongst us.” She glances pointedly at me and Scarlet. “It’s called trochee, and it’s the exact opposite of iamb, which is why it may sound so strange to our ears.”

 “So one stressed syllable, then one unstressed?” Jonas confirms.

 “Yes. For example, CON-quer. Because it starts high and then falls, it gives a darker feel to a poem, like in Poe’s famous one, The Raven.

 She hands out a copy. I dive in and get lost in it. Poe is a total literary genius. Look at this, Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore! I hungrily read the rest of it, relishing every word. This poem is delicious.

 I look up and find Mrs. Paley smiling at us. “What did you think of it?”

 We all start talking on top of each other, searching in vain to find the right words to express its sublimity. “I feel the creepiness wafting off it!” I exclaim.

 “And there you have it, right in front of you,” Mrs. Paley says, as if she’s announcing a new, futuristic invention, “the amazing effects of trochee!”

 I shake my head. “This is just too cool.”

 Mrs. Paley teaches us about some more meters, and then we write our own blank verse poems- no rhyme scheme, but a strict meter.

 At the very end, with ten minutes left to class, we pack up- it’s open mic time now.

 Scarlet gets up and clears her throat cliché-ishly.

 I heard your arguments.

I know you tried to hide them, at first,

But the screaming, the shouting,

It was so loud. You would

Start in whispers, angry,

Furious fast whispers that would

Quickly escalate into

Heated fights, and I know what you did.

I saw what you did, you would

Have hands hitting

Furniture thrown

Yells that would continue long after

Your voices threatened to give out.

And I would be there,

Hiding in my room, doors locked,

Huddled underneath my bed

With my blankets piled up all around me

As I told myself happy stories

Trying to drown out your anger.

Trying to avoid your anger.

It would never work...

 

 I try to look smaller. This sort of stuff makes me uncomfortable. I never know what to say and that makes me nervous. The silence grows thicker.

 Rainbows, I remember. “That was pretty good. Are you okay telling us why you, um, why you wrote that?”

 Scarlet nods, looking really relieved. “My parents are splitting up… So things are just tough at home right now.”

 Mrs. Paley makes a sympathetic noise. “It’s good that you’re releasing your emotions here, in a safe way. I’m real proud of you,” she says, giving her a knowing look.

 “I’m here if you want to talk,” Beezus says, relieving the tension.

 “Me too. I- I have some experience with, uh, parental tension?”

 Scarlet smiles softly. “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it.”

 Jonas is looking down, playing with his fingers. Beezus notices it, too. And even though he picked on her mercilessly in the past, and still does sometimes, she asks him what’s wrong.

 “My parents are divorced, too, it’s not a big deal, okay?” He walks out and the door clicks shut behind him, ending our conversation.

 “Well,” Mrs. Paley begins, but the three of us are already getting up. “Bye then, girls.”

 “Bye,” we echo, and leave.

 

 

 

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This is reminding me of a book I just read...this is really good

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Lucy

 

Mastermind

Wonder

Disnerd

Pegasister

Hunter

Story Thief

Child of Exile

Recruit

Jedi

Avenger

Shadow Child

 

 

#FreaksLikeMe

#WeAreFamily

#NeverForgetAnyone

#Keep39Alive

#Greyromantic

#Asexual

 

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Lovely!

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I just read this! Inspiring! It inspires me to stand up for wht I believe in and talk about my problems to friends.

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Daughter of Poseidon

Form names:

Evie

Scarlet

Allie

Abcde

 

I'll miss you guys!! I love you like my family (and that's saying something). Probably won't be able to get on HB with all the bugs in the program.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Lucy- Thanks! What book?

Amber- As are you!

Blizzard (Is that your name?)- Thanks! It makes me happy to know that this is actually making a difference.

 

IMPORTANT MESSAGE: Now that the forum is being replaced, I'm going to take a vote: do I keep posting, and then just continue from where we're up to on the new forum Home Base thingy, or should I stop so you can have more of it to read over after this gets deleted, or should I do the last option but also re-post everything that I already did?

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Home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to tread.

Through shadows to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                         

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OPTION NUMBER ONE

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Allie

Abcde

 

I'll miss you guys!! I love you like my family (and that's saying something). Probably won't be able to get on HB with all the bugs in the program.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE HUMILIATIONS OF PIPI MCGEE by Beth Vrabel, it comes out in September

 

I say repost it all when the new forum comes on. That’s what I’m gonna try with TTILAY

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Mastermind

Wonder

Disnerd

Pegasister

Hunter

Story Thief

Child of Exile

Recruit

Jedi

Avenger

Shadow Child

 

 

#FreaksLikeMe

#WeAreFamily

#NeverForgetAnyone

#Keep39Alive

#Greyromantic

#Asexual

 

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Repost everything you already did! I'll try to get on with my computer!

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Okay, I'll repost it on the new forum, but I'm also going to continue here.

 

Chapter Fifteen

 

We stand on the front stoop, Kevin and I, his arm around my shoulder. I lean on him as we gaze at the early winter sunset.

 “I’m going to miss having you here.”

 “I’m gonna miss being here. You have an awesome family,” I say, hoping he didn’t catch the note of longing in my voice.

 He nods and tousles my hair. “I’m sure your grandma will be great.”

 We’re waiting for her now. I’m a little nervous, to be honest. How are we going to get along, only knowing each other from long-ago Thanksgiving dinners?

 “Yeah, it’s just… we’re going to be so awkward, for sure. And with everything that happened to me, that she was left out of…”

 “She’ll be good. I’m sure you’ll grow to like each other. But, if not, I don’t mind having you back,” he says quite suggestively, grinning.

 I grin back at him. “What a shocker!” He silences me with a kiss and I momentarily forget that there’s anything else to the world.

 A car crawls up the street, I hold my breath, and it roars away. Not my grandmother.

 “It’s crazy how far you’ve come,” Kevin whispers.

 “I couldn’t have done anything if not for you.”

 “I though you don’t lie?”

 I hug him tight and he hugs me back, burying his face in my hair.

 Physical tough can be so harmful. But as violent and destructive as it is, it can be twice as soft and healing, as I’m starting to realize. I guess the whole world is built on irony like this. Water cleanses, water drowns. Fire warms us, fire burns. And lightning’s a beauty that torches any who dare receive its caress.

 But Kevin’s got me. Scarlet’s there for me. My grandmother (my grandmother!) will be there for me, too. One day I might even be strong enough to carry myself through the storms.

 I hear an exaggerated cough, and Kevin and I pull apart.

 My grandmother stands there, a little pink. I flush red and Kevin mumbles sorry.

 She smiles. “It’s okay. I was once young, too, you know,” she says. The stereotypical response of all the elderly…

 Kevin’s parents hear us and step outside. “Hello, Mrs. Asher!”

 “Please, call me Ann.”

 “Your granddaughter is a delight! I’m sad to see her go,” his mother croons.

  That wasn’t embarrassing at all. Kevin rolls his eyes. “She does this to me all the time,” he whispers loudly.

 All the adults start cackling as if this is the funniest thing ever!

 “Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but I do think it’s time we get going,” my grandma says. My grandma. Those words seem so foreign to me. Foreign and promising. Her warm smile has dissipated all my worries, but of course I still have to see her pass the ultimate test- how is she when we’re alone?

 “I’ll miss you, Kevin,” I say.

 He sighs deeply. “I, too, shall miss you. But look at the bright side- we will see each other at school tomorrow!” He pulls something out of his pocket- a smallish white box.”  What? He sees my confused face and furrows his eyebrows. Then suddenly, he bursts into laughter, that sound I love so much.

 “This… is not… what it… looks like,” he says between gasps. “I didn’t realize!”

 His dad shakes his head. “That there’s the old Scott oblivion, and a fine specimen, too!”

 Everyone watches eagerly as I pull open the box and find… a stack of pretty papers, white with a green vine border. On the first paper, written in his long, thin handwriting, it says:

 You are resilient. More than you think. I’m sure you’re smiling as you read this, and that’s proof if you need any. After all you’ve been through, you keep on going. That’s one reason why I love you.

 I flip through the stack. All of the papers have something different written on them. A bunch of reasons why he loves me. I feel my eyes fill with tears and I start laughing happily.

 “I love you, Mia,” Kevin says blithely, savoring the words.

 “I love you, too,” I say, not caring who’s watching. “Nobody’s ever done something like this for me… You are the best.”

 “You like it, then?”

 “This is the best gift I ever got! I also have something for you. It seems kinda stupid now, but here it is.” I hand him a poem, of course.

 

If you stay

By my side

Through everything, everything,

Then I will

Make it through, make it through

Because it’s all okay

If I’m with you

Your words are sweet

They soothe my pain

And now I will

Make it through, make it through

Thanks to you.

 

It’s very short and not that good. But he’s laughing and crying anyways. And I am too. And then I’m in the car and we’re waving until he fades into the distant landscape. I can still feel him with me.

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Home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to tread.

Through shadows to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                         

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