Random Write.

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I've taken to writing when I'm waiting for someone to post, just random stupid crap. But I thought I'd actualy write a story, then I thought others might want to do the same. then I thought it would be fum to post my Random Writes, as they have been deemed by my subconshous... *stares randomly into space for a moment* anyway! I thought this would be a usefull and fun resores, and it will also make it so I don't have to get rid of the story teller, since no one is using it . Okay, there you go.

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(okay, I'm bored and no one's online, so here's my first random write. I won't be using paragraphs, because I don't want to, so there. lol jk.)

The sun was sinking low beond the distant mountains and flashing off the piece of mettal Tasha held in her small hands. It was sharp so she had to be very carfull as she tillted it this way and that to look at it in the dying light. She couldn't seem to make out what shape it was, though she could tell it was a shape she was familure with from somewhere. Perhaps it was some kind of star she had seen in her father's star book. Or maybe a sercle, from her mother's sercle book. Either way there was no way she could tell for sure what shape it was without either of these books. But maybe it wasn't in a book. Perhaps Tasha had stumbled apone a whole new shape intirely, the idea of this mada her very happy.
What Tasha didn't know was that the piece of mettal wasn't just a piece of metal, and it was in the shape of a tear dropp with a hole in the cercular end, that had a thin cilendar running through it, rapped over with leather so it could be held safely. Tasha was about seven, and therefore didn't think of something which reflected the light so beutefuly as a weapon, she thought of it as some mystical item that had perhaps come from a shrine in the mountans that stood not a mile away from where she sat on her little hill unter her not so little willow tree. Perhaps it had been in the shrine when it was nocked down in one of the violent stormes that pleged the mountain side, and fell all the way down to the small boosh which Tasha had found it in not a half hour ago. Or perhaps it was thousands of years old and had belonged to one of the Mages of Old. That idea made her squerm with excitment. If it was corect, then she had something which contained great magical powers.
The true story of the weapon, is quite a sad story. There was in fact a shrine in the mountains, though Tasha did not know of it, and a young man named Kellorn- who was infact the owner of the weapon- was travelling to it. Unbenowns to Tasha, he had stopped at the farm houes that Tasha lived in to speak with her father while she was out in the feelds with her mother. Kellorne and Tasha's father, a respectible man called Dangen, were old friends. Kellorn wanted to warn Dangen that there was something following him, he wasn't yet sure what it was, but it just might come to the houes in surch of Kellorn, he wanted to be sure his friend was safe. Now Kellorn was known for seeing, or hearing things that worn't really there. He was also known of being quite paranoid, so Dangen dismissed the warning with a half heart nod and a hearty goodbye. He wished his friend luck and with that Kellorn was off into the mountains. This of coures isn't very sad, nore does it explain how the weapon was found by Tasha in a boosh.
Kellorn was in fact being followed. He was being followed by a creature called a Darknit. Darknit's like to hide in people's shadows and take over the person using their shadows so they might live like we humans do. But when someone comes along who can see them, the Darknit's plans are foiled because once they are seen, they are not able to take over that person's shadow. They must find someone else. So, because most Darknit are very persice about the people they choos, anyone who can see them must be killed. The unforchanet Kellorn, could infact see and hear the Darknit, though he did not know it. The Darknit followed him up into the mountains, where it snuck up behind him and killed him. AS he died his weapon was thrown from his hand and fell, bounsing along rocks and rolling in it's strange way, down to land in the boosh, where Tasha found it not moments later.
Now the light was very low, Tasha could just barly see, so she stood and hurried towards the warm lights of her farm houes. She came running through the door, giggling and holding up her treasure yelling, "Mother Father, look what I've found in the feeld!" Her mother pocked her head out of the kitchen and reminded her daughter to take off her outdoor shose and put on her indoor shose, because her father had the mayore of the little vilage neerby over for dinner, and she didn't want the houes to get all mucked up by he shose. Tasha obedently took of her muddy outdoor shose and put on her small pink indoor shose. She then hurried into the kitchen to show her treasure to her mother. But the woman was to buisy cooking and didn't notice her daughter at first. It wasn't till after much complaint on Tasha's part that she even said, "that's nice dear, go show your Father." And shooed the child with a wave of her hand, all without even turning around. If she had, she might have been quite distresed by the sharpness of the implement her daughter seemed to think was a toy.
Tasha, still wanting attention for her briliant find, went into the sitting room where Dangen was waiting for the mayer to arive. He looked right at the object in his daughters hand when she came in and his face became grave. "My dear girl!" he said with alarm, recognizing it almost emedatly, "where did you find that?" Tasha grinned and held it out to her Father, "I found it in a boosh." she said proudly walking up beside Dangen and pointing at it, "see how the light sparkels off it?" Her Father nodded, but only stared at it. Then his eyes welled up with tears for the loss of his friend. But the tears were soon over because the door opened with a long creak and footsteps echoed down the long hall.
"W-who are you!" came Tasha's mother's frightened cry from the kitchen. The next sound was the most blood curtelling scream anyone had ever had the misforturn to hear in history. Dangen was emedatly on his feet and all went silent. Both Dangen and Tasha stood frozen on the spot as a long shadow apeared in the hall. Then a creature which seemed to be made of pure darkness with bright red eyes apeared in the doorway, dragging the bloody, but not yet dead, Mother of Tasha. Dangen saw the creature and backed away from it, frightened, holding the teardrop weapon out threateningly. But Tasha, the poor girl, saw only her mother's bloody body hangin in mid air. She screamed and backed away, but the Darknit payed no mind to the frightened girl, Dangen could see him quite clearly, and therefore, must die.
Tasha was found the next morning by the mayer, who had been unable to come and had tryed to call but had found no one answered. She was caworing in the corner, the only place that seemed to be void of blood, staring at the bloody weapon in the senter of the red ocean. She claimed it had lifted off the floor on it's own and killed her father then cut him into little bits right before her eyes. For this, poor little Tasha was sent to a mental institution, and now she sits at the age of sixteen, drawing pictures of blood and teardrops. She was very excitable when she first entered the insain asilum, but now she is calm. Sometimes, you can even see that her shadow moves before her.

The End

((creapy, no? I got tird of it after a while and that's why it starts to rush about half way through, I wanted to finesh it.))

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Kelly's whole life was portable. She moved around so much that everything had to be. She didn't even have a bag. She simply stuffed her pockets with everything she owned, which wasn't much. She only owned four things. The first was an ipod, which she used as a sort of boom box and not as it was ment to be used. The second was a bright red Cellphone. Kelly didn't know why she had a cellphone, she had no use for it except for the camera and notepad functions. She had no one to call, no one to call her, so why have a cellphone in the first place? The therd thing, was a ring of keys. Kelly knew where they keys came from, but the keys worn't used to open locked doors anymore. A good Key is really quite usfull in many siduations. Say you need to cut something for any reson. With a sufishent amount of force, one could cut whatever it was quite easily. But other than that, the Keys didn't really have any other use. The final thing, was a walet. A walet stuffed full of simple coins and twent dollar bills. It was stuffed, because Kelly had just fineshed taking out atleast 200 dollars from her acount. The money had just magicaly apeared there, but she sertainly needed money and wasn't about to argue with it. If the person who it came from apeared asking for their money back, then Kelly would simply pull her Keys on them. Either that or some other sort of wepon found on the streat.
With her money in her walet stuffed into her already full pockets. Kelly made for the nearest seven eleven to selebrate. If you're wondering what kind of celebrating you can get out of a trip to seven elven, then I shouldn't even bother explaining it to you. For you are someone who does not get pleasure from the simple things in life and should not be reading this at all.
If you think about, when your whole life is portable, a single slurpee can be the best thing in the world, and to Kelly it was. There was nothing she loved more than the simplisity of mashed up ice and pop flavored surup. Even better, it was the middle of winter and so Seven Eleven was not watering down their serup. This ment a better taist.
The cashire looked at her with sceptisim as she payed with a toony she'd found on the ground about a week ago. Why waist a bill when you've got change. Kelly didn't like the way the man looked at her, in a way it made her nervous. There were several reasons, one he might call the cops, and Kelly didn't like Cops. Two, he probably thought she was trying to steal something, and Kelly didn't like to be oqused (a reason she didn't like Cops.) And three, the look made him really unatractive.
There wasn't much Kelly could do to change his mind about her, she wasn't sycick. But she could retaliat. So every time he turned around, for whatever reason, she made a face at him. She wasn't anywhere near brave enough to make faces at him when he could see her, so this would have to do. He took an extreamly long time going about his job. It made Kelly nervous, and she tried to speed things up by already having her money out and on the counter.
To Kelly's surprise and frustration, he didn't notice the money until she pointed at it. She was sure he was being slow on perpous. Maybe he was trying to keep her there for whatever reason. Kelly really couldn't think of a reason, unless he had called the cops. But why would he? Kelly haden't done anything wrong.

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((this ones for you Merridy))
Jinx hadn't been excepted anywhere. It seemed that wherever she went, no one wanted to be around her. Perhaps it was because of her name, maybe peoples superstitions made them warry of her. Maybe she sent out bad vibes. Maybe she just smelt bad, though she didn't think that was the case. But whatever it was, no one wanted anything to do with her anywhere.
Jinx got her name from her eyes. She'd been born with deep purple eyes instead of blue eyes like all the other babies. Even at that time people didn't want to be anywhere neer her. Parents coming to see their children would avoid looking at her, and the other babies around her would cry loudly till they were moved atleast a meeter away. Even Jinx's parents hadn't wanted anything to do with her. They hadn't even come to see her when she was born, and her mother hadn't wanted to hold her neither had her father or any of her extended family.
It was the way eveyone alienated her that made her looked at the boy standing about seven feet behind her so strangly. She looked behind her, but the school's halls were empty. “Are you talking to me?” she asked pointing at herself but carfully not showing her astonishment or excitment. This was the first time anyone had said something other than “get out of the way.” or “get away from me!” Jinx was posetivly thrilled.
The boy nodded, “who else would I be talking to, we're the only people around.” Jinx nodded and turned around again to go, eventhough she didn't want to, but she didn't want to scare this guy away. “hey hold on a minute.” He called taking a step towards her. He was a step closer now than anyone had ever volentarily gotten to her. Jinx turned around again, “I'm late, I really gotta go, I can't stay and chat.” she shrugged her shoulders and turned around again. “Was it something I said?” the boy asked, his face falling, “I don't see how it could be, I just said hey.”
Jinx turned around a therd time, “yah, why did you?” she asked. The boy cocked his head to the side, “what do you mean, why did I? Why did I what?” Now Jinx was embarased, “Why did you say hey?” she asked again a little soffter. The boy chuckled, “You looked kinda lonely. Thought I'd come over and say hi or somethin'.” He laughed a little louder, “what, is it such a strange ocation when someone says hi to you?” He was making a joke, but Jinx kept a strait face and said nothing. The boy stopped laughing and looked at her sereous expresion.
There was an uncomftorble silence while it sunk into his mind. After atleast a minute he gasped, “oh! That's offle, you mean, no one ever talks to you?” He seemed astonished, like this was something unheard of. Jinx turned around again and grumbled, “I've got to get home, my parents don't like it when I'm out past curfew.”
That was compleatly untrue. They actualy hoped that one day she just wouldn't come home. That they would be free of their demon child and could perhaps conseave a perfectly normal child, or failing this, adopt. When Jinx was Seven, her Mom had actualy tryed to push her infront of a bus. It was only Jinx's Seven-year-old happy-go-lucky attitude that had saved her.
Her Mom had been starting to push when Jinx say a pretty purple dress in the window of a shop and had run forwards to point it out to her Mom. But she'd stopped when the presure disapeared from her shoulder. She turned around and looked at her Mom with confusion. She hadn't realized what was going on at the time, but when the bus went by and her Mom looked away. Jinx's face had melted into horror. After that, she'd never gone out with her Mom, but that didn't stop her Mom from making several atempts on her daughter's life.
The boy nodded and grinned, “I'm Damien.” He called down the hall to her as she was already very far away. “Jinx.” She called back over her shoulder. She just managed to hear him repeat her name before she was compleatly out of ear shot.
As usual the walk home was quiet. Jinx had hidden in the back corner of the lybrary untill everyone left. She did this every day. She had last period spare and would always go sit in the lybrary, somewhere out of the way where no one would axedently find her and run away. Her sanity was almost in shreds as it was, she didn't need to see any more people running away from her.
Once the bell rang, she would stay untill the Lybrary closed then walk out and leave the building. The only thing that would be going on at that time would be clubs, but they would all be in classrooms or the gym. No one would be out roming the halls and normaly nobody was, but Damien had been there today and Jinx was half glad he had. She finaly had someone talk to her, not to tell her to get out of the way, but genuine convorsation.
She walked into the houes and emedatly heard three chares moving in the kitchen. “No don't get up.” She said in a monotone voice, “I'll just go up to my room now.” There was silence from the kitchen as Jinx went past it. It wasn't till she reached the stares that her Mom walked slowly around the corner with a fake smile. “Jinx, darling, you're aunt is here. Arn't you going to come say hello?” Jinx could tell just from her voice that she didn't want to put her sister through the horror of having to deel with Jinx. So Jinx sighed and said, “no Mom, I've got homework.” Lies, She'd fineshed all her homework while waiting for the bell to ring and the school to clear out. Jinx would probably end up spending another evening alone in her room playing MMORPG's and would sneek down for some supper when her parents went to sleep.
She heard her mom sigh with releafe when she heard this. They wornt normaly shy about how much they hated spending time with their daughter, even when company was over, because most people felt the same way. Of course, she never told people she was secretly trying to kill her daughter.
“Alright.” Her mom said smiling and trying to look slightly worried like any other Mother would be. “oh Jinx!” she called up the stares, not moving any closer, “how was your day?” “Fine.” Jinx called shutting her bedroom door.
Jinx's bedroom was a refelction of her life. Bland and lonely. The room consisted of a simple bed with a grey metal frame, white sheets, and a purple quilt. A grey mettal desk with a grey office chare and a grey flat screan computer on the desk. Well it was more a of silve coulor but that didn't matter the two were simliar enough. There were only two other pieces of furniture in her room. The first was a tall grey book case containing the only coulerfull things in her room. Books, atleast a hundred books.
Something good had come of Jinx's Mom trying to push her infront of a bus. In later years when Jinx threatened to go to the cops, her Mom offored her a big alouence to keep her mouth shut about the bus and the other things the woman had done. Jinx consented and now reseaved atleast a 150 dollers every two weeks. This was posible because her family was pretty well off. Her Dad had a really high paying job, they wornt rich, but they were sertanly very close.
The 150 dollers she got each two weeks payed for all her books, since books are rather expencive, espesialy the managas. She was very into anime, and therefore owned many of her favorite books. These inhabeted the much smaller book case next to the larger one, ontop of which were a couple of stuffed animals and a dust colecter or two.
The walls of Jinx's room were a light grey and her closet door as white. There was white trim around the top of the walls and the bottom. The last thing in her room were the certains, which were dull purple, and a doll, which sat on her bed.
Her Mom didn't like the doll, and that was why Jinx liked it. For the most part it kept her Mom away. The doll's creepyness combined with Jinx's ability to keep people away made sleeping at night safe again. Before the doll she would set traps infront of her door. Putting down lego and rocks, so that if anyone came into her room in the dark, the would step on the pointy things and wake Jinx. Now there was no need, so Jinx had thrown away her lego, not wanting it in the first place.
The doll, had dark Purple hair made of thin yarn which streched down to it's lower back. She had a black lace choaker on and her skin was pale. Her eyes were bright red and made of plastick, so they shawn when the light was on them. It had a creepy smirk on it's face and it's eyebrows were pulled down so it always looked like it was ploting something dasterdly.
She was waring a purple toobtop with a Lether jacket on overtop and a short purple plad shirt which had black lace underneath and sticking out around the edges. She had black boots on her feet with purple laces. The boots reached half way up her legs and were made of the same fo-leather mateareal as her jacket, which was zipped up only half way to show off the toob-top. To top it all off she had black lace arm socks on her hands.
She really did look creepy, if you wornt used to her like Jinx was. Jinx called her Hex. The name seemed to fit her somehow. Jinx had found her in a bin of dolls in a Japanes pop-culture store. Most of the dolls had been of memerable anime characters, like Naruto from the show of the same name, or Ichigo from Bleach, she even found a doll of Sora from Kingdom Hearts. But after much digging, she'd come across Hex, a character she'd never seen before. There was no tag on her like there was on the others, telling the buyer who she was. So Jinx had taken her to the counter and asked the clurck. He'd shrugged his shoulder and claimed he'd seen every anime on the planet and he'd never seen her before. Jinx got a discount for this. The clurck had even muttered that he'd never seen the doll before while Jinx left.
Either way Jinx loved her, and as she threw her bag onto the bed she said, “Hey Hex.” more warmly than she'd ever said anything to anyone before. She plopped herself down on the bed and stared at Hex. She offten liked to emagine what Hex would say to her, if the doll could strike up a convorsation. It atleast gave her someone to talk to.
“you sertainly look happy.” Hex was saying in Jinx's mind. “Of course I am.” Jinx said falling back with a grinn. “oh?” Hex asked, being a little snooty, but Jinx knew Hex was happy to see her happy. Jinx rolled over onto her stumock and turned so she was facing her doll and nodded. “Someone, spoke to me in the hallway today.” she said in a mater-of-factly tone.
“you've got to be pulling my leg Jinx. No one ever talks to you!” Hex said, showing a little bit of excitment. Jinx rolled over and let out a quiet squeal, “I know!” She almost yelled, “he was really nice too!” Hex chuckled, “he?” She asked with a laugh, “now you've really got to be pulling my leg! No guy would ever talk to you!” Jinx turned over again and looked at her with a frown. She continued, “you must have gone so crazey from lonelieness that you emagined that someone stopped to talk to you. It would have to be that, because you emagined a guy stopping to talk to you, which is a little over the top. Don't you think?” Jinx frowned even more. “Gee Hex,” she said sadly, “way to make me feal better.” She mumbled and got up.
Hex was in her regular good mood so Jinx didn't really want to continue talking to her. She walked over and turned on her computer as well. Then she went over to her book case and examined it. She was still missing the therd volume of the Keepers Searies, and it wasn't that it was expencive. She was just saving her money for something really good.
She was buying a minny fridg and a microwave. She would have to buy a shelf that she could screw onto the wall though, so she could put the microwave ontop of the smaller book case and the things ontop of the smaller bookcase onto the shelf. But what if she put the Microwave on the mini fridg. That would only work if she got a particularly larg mini fridg or a particularly small microwave.
Jinx was going to buy them on the weekend, so she only had one more day of school to endure. Another day of being in the background. Just one more day and then she was free for three whole days.
Jinx went back to the computer and opened up the internet. She went to the URL bar and tiped in wwwdotbattleondotcom. She liked this site because you could waist hours on it and not interact with anyone except characters programed to say the same thing over and over again. There was so much to do too. You could go on quests, there were new ones every day, or you could travel the map, or you could just fight monsters all evening.
Jinx spent her whole evening trying to level up and become a mage. But finaly, when her eyes could take it no more she closed the internet and shut her computer down. Then she went over to her closet- the inside of which was just as bland as the rest of the room- and changed into a pare of pajamas. The first pare her hand touched, it was easier that way. That was also how she picked her outfits for school.
Jinx changed out of her blue shirt and black jeans and threw them in the hamper, just inside her closet. Then she changed into the red hello kitty pajamas and crawled into bed with Hex.

The next morning Jinx woke up to the sun coming through her purple curtains and casting a low purple glow over her face. She groaned and rolled over, nocking Hex onto the floor. Hex didn't complain, that happened every morning pretty much. The bed was much to small for Jinx and Hex.
Jinx sat up and looked at her on the floor. She couldn't help but think that Hex looked lonely laying there on the floor. Almost as lonely as Jinx felt all the time. She shook her head violently. “One more day.” she told herself determindly, “then a couple days all to yourself. You parents will make any excuse to leave the houes.”
Jinx pulled herself out of bed and quickly made it, then gently picked up Hex and set her back down in her honorary position, leaning against the white pillow slightly slanted to one side. The doll was only made out of cloth and stuffing after all.
Jinx then went to her closet and discarded the cloths from that night into the hamper, which was almost full. She would do a load of londry that night. She grabbed the first things she touched and put them on. A black t-shirt, blue jeans and a orangy dress which was to short to ware without jeans underneath. Then she looked at the clock. It was at this moment she realized it was only seven. She must have woken up erly. Either that or gotten dressed meraculusly fast.
Her alarm was just starting to go off, so she walked over and turned it off. She sighed and went to the door. As she opened it a note fell out of the crack and onto the floor. Jinx picked it up and read it aloud.
Dear Jinx
You Mother and I have left erly. We're going away for the weekend but we know you'll be alright on your own.
Dad
It was tiped, and signed by her Dad at the end. There was no number to reach them at, and they might as well have said they wouldn't have internet axses. There was no love at all in this letter. But Jinx got the jist, they were going where she couldn't reach them. They always did when she had a long weekend.
Jinx sighed and tosed the paper aside, heading for the bathroom. Her Mom was really into pink, so the upstairs bathroom was decorated all in soft pinks. The towels, the carpet, the counter, half the tiles and the shower curtain were all pink, oh and the curtains- musent forget those. Jinx's Mom obesed over them so. The rest of the bathroom was white. Bright, pure, white. Jinx did not like it.
She'd asked for her own bathroom atleast a hundred times. There was an old empty closet next to her room which could easily be made into a bathroom for her. Every time her father had said “I'll think about it,” and never come to a conclustion. So Jinx had pretty much given up hope.
All her things were contained in a small black bag unter the sink. She bought this out now and sleepily brushed her hair and her teath. She desided to tie her hair back that morning istead of letting it rest around her shoulders. She did this and then washed her face. She never bothered with make-up. It just wasn't her thing, and no one had ever bothered to show her how to aply it anyway.
Once Jinx was done in the bathroom she packed up her things, put them back under the sink and went into her bedroom again. She walked to the window and pushed back the curtains. Bright light sped into the room and spilled over the floor, temporarily blinding Jinx. Once she could see again she looked around.
Everything was normal, except that her Dad's car wasn't in the driveway while her Mom's was. This ment they were already long gone. Jinx sighed and turned away from the window and looked at Hex sitting alone on the bed, then at the clock. There was still a half an hour till she had to go to school, so she went over to her bookcase and selected a book to read while she waited.
Why she woke up so erly she didn't know. Jinx always endded up with nothing to do till she left. But she just couldn't manage to get herself to wake up any later than seven. It was seven o'clock sharp every day- except today. Today for some reson, she'd woken erly, if only a few minutes. She must have gone to be erlier than usual- which was eleven o'clock.
Jinx read for twenty two minutes, then got up, replaced the book to it's proper place, grabbed her bag from the foot of her bed and left her room. Closing the curtains before she left because Hex didn't like to have to look at a room filled with bright light all day.
Jinx headed downstares and poped a piece of bread into the toaster, then headed to the front hall to put on her shose. By the time she came back the toast had poped and she buttered it, then walked to the back door and out it. She pulled her key out of her pocket- her parents didn't know she had one- and locked the door behind her. She headed out of the yard while munching on her one piece of toast and plugged her headphones into her ears. She was about to press play, when she heard someone shouting behind her.
“Jinx!” Came the call. It was an unfarmilure voice, one she was sure she'd never heard before. But they knew her name, though it probably wasn't hard to guess a girl like her's name.
“Jinx!” The call came again. Jinx stopped and turned around. The boy she'd met yesturday, was running behind her and waving. She waited for him but her heart skipped a beet as he stopped about four feet infront of her.
She waited while he cought his breath, then she waited for him to speak, pulling her left headphone out respectfully. “You walk alone?” the boy asked, what was his name? Oh right Damien. Jinx nodded, “I have no one to walk with.” She said slowly not sure why he was asking this, or weither it was a rhytoricle question or not. He grinned, “well now you do.” He said pointing at himself.
“you?” Jinx asked astonished, “want to walk with me?” Damien looked perplexed. “Why is this such a surprise to you? You seem nice enough.” He shrugged as if this wasn't a big deal. Jinx gapped at him. Damien looked uncomftorble.

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So Jinx shook the gape off her and turned around again, “okay, you can tag along if you want.” she mumbled trying hard to hide her astonishment and started walking again.
Damien looked much happier now and trotted along beside Jinx. She looked at him from time to time when she was sure he wasn't looking her way. It was simply astonishing that after all this time, someone could just walk up to her and ask to walk with her. Jinx thought that only happened in the movies, or in old friendships.
Jinx could feel a happy vibe coming off Damien as he trotted along beside her chatering about nothing in particular. It infected her and by the time they reached the school, Jinx was smiling too. But Jinx couldn't help feeling they reached the school too soon. She wanted to spend a little more time in the happy vibe instead of entering saitans home itself.
Damien wasn't smiling anymore. “that walk was too short.” he grumbled like a child who'd been told it was bed time. Jinx shrugged and started for the school. Damien looked at the school for a moment before noticing that Jinx had started walking away and had to run to catch up.
“Hey wait, hold on!” he called as he ran after her, “there's a little time before school starts.” He glanced at his watch, Jinx guessed to emfisize the fact that there was atleast ten minutes before school offishialy began. “Do you wanna come meet some of my friends?” he asked hoppfully. Jinx noticed him crossing his fingers behind his back.
He really wanted her to say yes... Or maybe he wanted her to say no. How could she give the right answer if she wasn't sure what he wanted her to say? She would just have to say what she wanted to say.
“Sorry Damien.” She said with a week smile, “I want to meet your friends- I really do. But-” Damien grabbed her hand, “well then there's no argument.” He started running off towards the school. Jinx didn't take time to notice he was touching her. She pulled her hand out of his and stopped. He stopped to and piveted so he was looking back at her.
“you didn't let me finesh.” Jinx said quickly, “I was saying that I can't. I don't want to be in the halls when everyone else is, that's why I'm here so erly in the morning.” Damien blinked, ovesly confused. “Do you not like crouds or something?” he asked. Jinx sighed, “it's not so much me not liking crouds, more the other way around.” She said slowly.
Damien looked at her for a couple more minutes Then he seemed to understand and he frouned. “Are you trying to tell me you think people don't like you?” he asked. Jinx rolled her eyes, “I don't think people don't like me, I know people don't like me.” She corected.
Damien smiled kindly, “oh come on, that can't be true.” He said suportivly. Jinx looked at him with absolutly no amusment. “How long have you been going to this school?” she asked. Damien grinned, “a couple weeks.” Jinx sighed and shook her head, “that explains it.” she mumbled as she walked past Damien. He ran after her.
“Jinx!” he called, turning a couple heads in as he did this. “You're going to the library anyway right?” He said catching up to her. Jinx looked at him scepticaly. “How'd you know?” She asked.
Her plan had been to quickly swing by the library on her way to class. She'd taken out a book and wanted to return it a week before it was due so she might have a chance of getting on the librarian's good side.
Damien smiled and pointed to the book she hadn't noticed she'd been holding under her right arm. She sighed again and stopped to think it through. She could go to the library and have a chance at making new friends. Maybe they were all freeks like Damien and they didn't find her frightening like the other children.
More probably, they would shun her and Damien would realize what a fool he'd been and would laugh at ever having spent time around her and send her away. And Jinx would loos the only friend she'd ever made, if they even were friends.
She shook her head again, “No thanks Damien. I really have to get to class.” Damien was looking at his watch and he looked up when she said this and frouned. He sighed and let his hand drop. “Well there isn't enough time now anyway. I'll have to introduce you to them some other time.” He turned, waved- drawing in more confused stares- and ran off towards the library.
Jinx sighed and turned towards the stares. She started climbing them and as she walked people got quickly out of her way. It made her feel like it always did. Sad and lonely. Why couldn't everyone be like Damien.
Jinx walking into her first class, on the other side of the school from her locker, making things anoying for her. It wasn't bad enough that she had to go to her locker on the therd floor everymorning, but after that she had to hury to the other side of the school and back down to the first floor.
She sighed as she slump down into her seet in the back right hand corner. “Atleast I stay in shape.” she mumbled secure in the fact that no one would hear her. No one sat around her.
There was a big voic of life that seemed to follow her wherever she went. There was atleast one desk in every direction that didn't have a wall on it, that was empty. The rest of the class was really full, but the teacher didn't seem to notice. Infact, every time a student did something really bad, the teacher would send them over to sit right next to Jinx. Or if they did something really bad, she would make them sit infront of her.
Jinx sighed again and took out the book she'd taken out of the library. She'd read it over again since she hadn't returned it to the library yet. She cursed Damien in her mind for making her unable to return her book.
Something moved next to her. Jinx didn't pay it any mind. For the past week, Mrs. Thissle- her math teacher- had been putting a foule little boy named Mat Stcarsky next to her at the begining of class for slipping a tack onto her chair on monday. She suspected this was him.
“Whatcha readin?” someone asked. Jinx lifted her head, and looked at Mat, it was Mat. Though for a moment she'd hoped it was Damien and she just hadn't noticed the strange boy before. But no, it was Mat, and he was going to tont her this class as well.
Jinx turned her head back to her book and ignored him. She wouldn't even give him the time of day anymore. She'd only ever gotten in trouble when she answered his tonts. Why bother? He would keep doing it anyway no matter what she said.
Mat glared at her after she didn't answer him for a full five minutes. The class had started so his next words were in a whisper. “I asked you what you were reading.” He growled. Jinx looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He was leaning as far away from Jinx as the desk would alow. It looked tarably unconftorble. The metal rod that held the chair to the desk was surely digging into his side. But he had an overal dangerous look about him, like if she didn't speak to him, he would do something drastick.
Jinx turned her gaze back to the pages. She didn't hear what he said next, but she didn't really care. What was he going to do? Tell the teacher she was reading instead of listening to a boring lessona about perabolus- which Jinx could do in her sleep? The worst that would happen would be that the book would be confenskated and given back to her at the end of class and Jinx would have to revert to drawing in her book.
What Mat actualy did, was so durastick that Jinx reacted in the only way she could think of in the split second she had to. Mat leaned over and snatched the book from her hands. The corner of his mouth twitching with laughter. Jinx was out of her seet in seconds, yelling and clawing at the book. But Mat was out of his seet too, and he was a good deel taller than her so as Jinx reached for her book which Mat held high above his head. She realized she had no chance of reaching it.
Mrs. Thissle was yelling at them both. “Stop that! Sit down both of you!” She yelled. Jinx ignored her expet for a sharp, “Mrs. Thissle, he has my book.” Which was grunted as she tryed to use Mat's Desk to boost herself up to his hight. But eventhough this gave her another three inches or so, Mat stepped back, and with him went the book.
Now there was a row of desks in the way and Jinx had to lean over them to even have a chance at reaching the book. He was laughing now, and so was most of the class. Even Mrs. Thissle- who hadn't made any more moves to stop the two- was giggling quietly to herself while trying to frown at the bad behavure.
This was a nightmare. Jinx was being teased quite vishously, and not only was no one hellping her, but they were egging Mat on. She thought she couldn't believe this as she felt tears stining behind her eyes.
With tears streaming down her cheaks she reached for her book. There was a croud gathering at the doorway, drawn in by the comotion in the classroom. They were also laughing and egging Mat on. Some of her class mates were throwing bits of erasers, paperclips, and even whole pencils at her chanting, “Witch Girl.” Over and over again. Jinx had heard the nick name before, but she did try not to think about it.
Then it happened, while Jinx was pushing herself up to try and get higher, her hand slipped and she tumbled forward. Flipping over the desk and landing on her but on the floor in the next ile over. People got out of their desks and moved away, including Mat who dropped his hand and stepped back quietly. It was silent now as Jinx sat on the sobbing silently.
Then someone in the far corner chuckled, and the classroom erupted into screaming laughter again. They were even louder now than they had been before. Jinx wanted to get up and leave the room, run away and cry. Or even better, run home and cry to Hex. But her legs hurt, they hurt really bad. She didn't think anything was broken, but she'd defanetly twisted or broosed something quiet badly in her fall. Her whole body acked and no one looked like they were going to help her, they seemed like they were just going to laugh at her.
Then something rose over the laughter. Someone yelling. They sounded really angery, maybe it was the principle who'd been standing at the back this whole time and was only just speeking up. But as things quieted down, Jinx thought it sounded an offle lot like Damien. It couldn't have been him, why the hell would he stand up for her when she'd so ovesly blown him off this morning.
But it was. She looked up at him with teary eyes, shuving kids aside to make his way over to Mat. “Stop it!” He yelled once more as the larg crowd went compleatly silent. He stopped and stared at Mat, he was atleast two centameeters taller than Mat, but that didn't really acount for much. Mat probably would have pulled the book away from him too, but the whole of the classroom was to stuned at someone standing up for Jinx, that no one said or did anything, they just watched him.
Damien snatched the book from Mat, glaring at him feersly, then at the rest of the class. “What's wrong with you people?” He growled darkly. Then he turned and walked over to Jinx. He squated down infront of hee and, putting a hand on her shoulder, handded her the book. Jinx reached up and grabbed it with the hand that hadn't been hurt to bad. The hand which had been reaching for the book when she'd fallen. She mumbled and small and gurgled thanks to him.
Damien shook his head, “don't thank me Jinx.” He said quicketly, “Are you okay?” He bent down more so he could see Jinx's lowered face. Jinx shook her head, she was quite sure something was atleast twisted, and she could feel a stinging coming from her head where she'd banged it on the way down. Damien only nodded then stood up and turned to the rest of the kids standing or sitting around.
“What are you all?” he asked in a low voice, “animals? You think it's funny watching someone get sereously hurt?” He shook his head and bent down again. He slung Jinx's good arm, the one still clutching the book, over his shoulders and put his other arm around her waist, then he hoisted her up, taking most of her wait off her feet.
He walked slowly towards the classroom door. Jinx did her best to keep up but it was hard, she was sure her right ancle was twisted now. People got out of their way, like they were raidio active or something. Damien stopped at the door as it took a minut or so for the people there to get out of the way. As soon as they did Damien blew past them and down the hall which Jinx was surprised to see was full of cureous students.
Once they were out of the hall filled with students and heading down to the nurses office, Damien asked, “so how exactly did you get hurt?” Jinx looked down, embarased. “Mat stole my book and while I was trying to get it back, I fell over the desk.” Damien looked at her with surprise, “what?!” he exclaimed compleatly stuned. Jinx was at a loss for words as Damien went on about how stupid, unkind, and wierrd the kids in this school really were. No one had ever helped her like this, it felt wrong.
Jinx pushed him away with her good hand and atempted to stand on her own. Managing to stand pretty well she turned to Damien's confused face. “What's wrong? Did I say something strange?” he asked quietly. Jinx shook her head, “no I wasn't listening. But Listen to me, I can't let you help me really, you've done enough already, but thank you. I'd better get home.” She laughed nervously and started to walk away, very slowly.
She stumbled slightly

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O.O you are a freaking awesome writer. yeesh. publish a book in the future, please!

heck you and I should get together for a writing session or something. talk about ideas for stuff or, yea something!

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totaly!!! That would be awsome!

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*bambi eyes* more story?

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lol, coming right up^^ it seems I wrote a part last week that I didn't put up then forgot about.

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and Damien cought her arm. “There is no way I'm letting you walk home! You're going to the nurse.” He attempted to pull her closer and suport her wait again. But Jinx demonstraited the strength that had kept her alive all these years and pulled herself away from him. “She wont be there.” Jinx said stubornly. Damien was stuned for a moment then he shook his head, “nonsens. She's always there.” He said and reached for her again. Jinx stepped back, grimasing as she stepped on her ingured foot.
“She's never there when I get hurt.” Jinx said softly then turned and hurried down the stares. Jinx didn't bother with her stuff, It would get left where it was. No one ever wanted to so much as touch her stuff, perhaps it carried her aura or something. Or maybe the stench that kept everyone away from her, except Damien.
That thought flashed through her mind as she walked down the stares. She slowed to a stop before looking up the stares. Damien was still standing where he'd been neer the ledg. He looked stuned and confused. Jinx cought him saying, “she looked like she could barely stand, much less walk away...” Jinx almost smiled through the pain she was in.
“Damien.” she called up to him. He looked around for a minute then looked down and was startled to see her there. A moment of silence followed when Jinx forgot what she was going to say and they just stared at eachother, neither not knowing how to handel the siduation they were now in.
Finaly Jinx remembered and smiled warmly, “Thanks, for all your help.” She called then started hobeling towards the exit again. She didn't hear Damien's reply, if there was any.
It took a long time for Jinx to get home. By the time she did, it was well past second period. She chucked the book onto the floor in the livingroom and fell face first onto the couch. She lay there groaning for a while til finaly she let her right hand fall onto the floor and feel around for the tv controler.
She found it under the couch and pressed the on button. She just needed some sound in the houes, other than her quiet groans, the houes was compleatly silent.
The tv was turned to the new chanel. They were talking about some sort of aceologcal dig that was being done somewhere in England or Irland. Both names sound the same when you're in pain.
Jinx turned her head so she could see the screan. There was a young and pretty news reporter talking to an elderly man. The words on the bottom of the screen said his name was Dr. Malone from some big University or something. Jinx didn't take time to get anything but the name.
“So tell us,” The reporter said, “Tell us a little bit about what you've found here.” Dr. Malone looked extreamly excited and was figeting a little bit. Jinx rolled her eyes. “W, well while we were digging up some old roman pots, my coligs and I descuvored something that looked a lot less primative. It looked like some sort of fountain pen. But we couldn't be sure. We excevated three pieces and found it was in fact a primative fountain pen made of wood and copper. W, we thought to ourselfs, this can't posebly be Roman, if it was, every Roman houeshold would have one. So we did some tests and found it wasn't in fact Roman, it was much, much older than that.”
From the couch Jinx raised an eyebrow, but continued to stare at the tv with the same dull bored expresion.
“After we found the fountain pen, everything seemed to just fall into place. Or more,” he chuckled, “out of place. We started finding more and more of these primative objects that seemed more like things to be found in a more modern cociety. Things like coil binding and silverware. One of my coleags even thinks he may have found a baloon.”
The man laughed again. Like he was nervous about being on TV. Jinx wouldn't have blamed him. TV Was big, espesialy the news. Whatever you said here parent used to bore their children out of the TV room when they got home.
“And then things started getting much more complex. We beleave we've found an intire city, dating much farther back than the Roman emprie, or even the Cromagnen.” The Reporter stopped him with a laugh, “wait a second, you're telling me this society was around when man was just starting out? How is that posible?” the man was bubling with excitment now.
“We don't know.” he said with a giddy laugh, “But this Society was already old by the time of the first ice age!” There was silence and then the man went on. “We've found buildings made of stone atleast three miles under the serface. It's as if they were living under the ground itself! But that isn't the most intresting thing yet! We found what looks like an old Cathidral! There is reminance of stain glass windows and old statues.”
“So not only were these people smart enough to come up with a fountian pen, but they were also Christian?” She looked sceptical. But Jinx had almost had enough of this before he'd said that. She even had her hand poised to press the next chanell button.
“Not Christian. That isn't posible seeing as this was long before Christ himself. We have found evidance that they believed in a godess named Hexies. She's supost to be a beutefull woman of eternal youth and infanet power. We found what we think to be an old bibal of their Religon.”
He held up a wethered book, handeling it with extream care though the book didn't look very decaied, infact it looked very well perserved. He showed a very well drawn picture of a woman standing on a mountain and inside the mountain was a thriving society.
“She is said to be the mother of their society along with the savyore. This book says that when the world was new and uninhabitable, all the people trying to live on the planet were dying. They say she apeared out of the sky, walking on cloud-like stares seeming to come out of a purple moon. They say that she desended and cut a hole in the earth and all the people went down into it's very core, where they thrived and built colonies.
The book says that she didn't live amung them, but every generation, her soul was born in a baby girl. This girl was made Queen of the settelment. They say that the Queen lived in a great Cathidral at the very senter of the Earth, and from there she guvorned all...” he possed to look at the book closely, “five colonies justly. This book contains a history of the entire country. It seems that we have found the Colony closest to the serface, the first colony. Made by the Godess herself.”
The Reporter seemed to be lost for words at this. It was such a strange religon. Jinx was sure, “what were these people on drugs?” in her head. Her expresion sertanly said this. Dr. Malone didn't wait for her to say anything but continued.
“There's also a profesy at the very end of the book. It's what makes this book the most intresting of all. It fortells the end of the world. It says that after the downfall of these people, no Queens will be born into the world for aproxametly 4 billion years. When the new Queen- born into a world of hate- comes of age, soildures will come from the sky to bring her to the Cathidral in the senter of the earth, where her long forgotten power will purify the world.”
The Reporter still looked sceptical, “and how does this bring about the end of the world?” she asked dully, not intrested what so ever. Dr. Malone looked at her like she was crazey.
“It's like the Christian's Jugment Day. The Queen, or more a Princess at this point- will seek out those who have done good in their lives and take them to the sky with her. The People who have not done good, will be left to suffer the demon her power awakes.”
Dr. Malone was almost bouncing up and down. But the Reporter sighed, “So it is Christianity.” she mumbled. Dr. Malone glared at her. “no, it is not young lady.” He barked, “They Demon left behind by the Princess is a black hole, formed at the senter of our planet that will destroi everything in a matter of minutes.”
The Reporter rolled her eyes, “okay, so how can you read that anyway?” she asked. Dr. Malone sighed and shook his head, “it is writen, in plane english. Well, english lettering but Latin words. This was probably writen about the time of King Aurther.” He flipped through it's pages exitedly. It was a rather thick book.
“So how much have you learned?” The reporter asked. Dr. Malone looked more cumftorble on TV now, “In just two short weeks, we've learned so much about this society, to much to say in the short time that's left I'd wager.” The Reporter laughed and turned to the camer and started rapping things up.
Jinx turned the TV off. Cool, so there was an achent society that thought the would would end some time in the future. Whatever. Jinx was in to much pain to care very much.
She dragged herself off the couch and crawled into the kitchen where she plugged in the tea cetel and went to the freezer to find the icepacks she bought a long time ago for such ocations. She pulled them out, they were really neet things that you strap to the part of you that hurts.
Jinx strapped on onto her now swolen ancle and her left elbow. There rest off her was just broosed, and there was a very small cut on her head that she would have to deel with emedatly.
Jinx crawld into the downstares bathroom and- after managing to pull herself up into a standing position- rumaged around trying to find a bandaid. She found a box and pulled out one. Then cleaned her cut and stuck the bandaid on her head.
By this time the cettel was steaming so she hobbled back into the kitchen and unplugged it then poured it into a tea pot and set a tea bag in to steep.
While she was leaning against the counter waiting for her tea. The doorbell rang. She groaned and picked up a normal ice pack. “it's open!” She called putting the ice pack onto her head. A moment later Damien hurried worredly into the room. He sighed when he saw Jinx. Aparently she didn't look that bad.
“Thank god you're okay!” he said running over and looking her up and down for any induries Jinx might have missed. “You look alright... That's good. I had tarible guilt for letting you go home on your own. I would have run after you but my classes-”
Jinx cut him off picking up the tea pot and hobeling over to the side of the kitchen with cubords on it. “It's fine Damien. I walk home like that more than you think. I was actualy ancshous waiting for the next time someone would try and hurt me.” She sighed then looked up smiling, “want some tea?” she asked. Damien looked at her scepticaly, “We have a lot of talking to do, don't we?” he asked slowly. Jinx pulled down two mugs and nodded.
Once in the cumfort of the living room, with Jinx's indured foot up on a pillow, the rest of her cuvored in a blanket and another pillow behind her back, and each of them holding a mug of tea, they started to talk.
“So you're telling me that no one... at all, likes you a little bit? Not even your family?” Damien asked. Jinx shook her head, “no, not a one of them does. My mom's even tried to kill me several times.” Damien almost fell off the lazy-boy he was sitting on. “You're joaking!” he choaked righting himself again. Jinx shook her head, “several times, but I don't read to much into it. No one else is to kind to me either... You're actualy the first person to ever get close to me before...” She trailed off sadly.