I’ve started this story thing on the blog, because I’m too lazy to use one of my other accounts somewhere in the internet; I was starting to get annoyed at the screen. So I decided to change the scenery. SO, the story doesn’t have much to it. I’m only writing it to waste some brain energy. So, the chapters go by hours. Well, not exactly. What I’m saying is, the story goes on like a normal day, but the way I number each post about it, is like, ‘Counterclockwise – 1:00 a.m., 2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m.’ because, I think it looks better and it sort of makes sense. I think I’m gonna make the main character go back into time. Gotta do my research then. So um… I’ll be taking my leave. I’ll work on the story throughout the week – hopefully.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock… Tock tick. Tock tick. Tock tick. Tock tick….
The hands on clock started to spin around around, slow at first, but then, it turned faster, until you could see it no longer. The world began to spin, not allowing you to see your surroundings. Where, exactly, were you?
The hands on the clock stopped, and started to spin the other way. What made it do that? All that didn’t do well. But all the facts would soon spin together. Some day.
Splish! Splash! Splash! Sploosh! The rain came down in buckets, and splashed into the puddles on the side of the sidewalk.
“Hey, you. Yeah you in the purple coat. Stop splashing in the puddles. You’re getting it everywhere. Watch it, okay?” A voice came from behind a girl in the the said coat.
She turned around. “Okay. Sorr-!”
“Huh? Anything wrong?”
“No. I’m sorry.” She rushed away, and down the sidewalk.
“Why is he here? He shouldn’t be alive! This is! IMPOSSIBLE!”
The girl reached a run-down and abandoned toy factory called ‘The Smiling Doll Factory’, and she sat down on a large piece of the building that had once belonged in the building as a wall. She stared deep into the rubble, and the dirt began to move away from where she was staring, and a bright light shone from a hole she had just dug from the rubble. The light soon died down and in the hole, there was a bright coloured stone.
“What… what is this?!”
In some bushes around the factory, there was a boy with binoculars, looking at the girl.
“What… what is this?!” The girl cried out.
The boy turned on his phone, dialed a phone number.
Beep… Beep… >click!< “Hello?” The boy asked.
“Hello, Fersxa residence.”
“It’s Zel. Tell the miss that it has started. Thanks.”
“Of course. Please be careful on your way back.”
Zel, said boy, smiled and hugged his phone against his chest. He looked back at the girl.
“We shall see m’darlin’, we shall see.”
The girl dug her nose into her scarf and knocked on a mansion’s front door. She waited for a response. Soon enough, the door opened.
“Ah! Well isn’t it my favourite niece! My my, your soaking! Do come in! Yes! We’ll get you dried off. Here, I’ll hold onto your things until you want to go back, alright? It’s okay; what’s wrong?” A tall woman in her mid-30’s led the girl in. One of the many maids throughout the Victorian-styled manor brought the girl a towel to dry off with.
“So, darlin’. Little darlin’ Delle. What’s wrong today?” The lady that brought ‘Delle’ inside, was her aunt.
“Well, you know how sometimes I go crazy at night and my parents aren’t even aware, and I kill people against my will, but I see everything, but I don’t even know what I’m doing..? Anyways, I saw a man I’ve seen myself kill before, earlier today. I don’t really know. Then, I sensed a dangerous aura around the man, like he’s not human. I really don’t understand, Aunt Bel, HELP ME.”
“Woah! Desperate much. Well, your story is quite interesting, on that side, I’ll give you a discount. Only $8.00 now. Okay…. Well, I’ll tell you anything. Lay it on me!”
“Thanks. Well, I told you most of the parts, but there was this other time, after I saw the supposedly dead man, I went to the abandoned factory to clear my head. I was staring into the rubble and then the rubble began to clear a path down into the ground, underneath it all was a large round stone or jewel. I brought it with me. Here.” Delle dug around her bag and took a out the stone.
“Oh my! I’ve seen old manuscripts about a mysterious rock that is bright and sparkling, that is only found by a person who possess’ a terrible power. To tell the truth I already knew you had powers. And so do your parents. They were the ones that put the powers in you. Amazing, right? They produced a kind of air that was made from ancient souls and artifacts, and had it put into a room full of that kind of air, and placed you in there when you were 1 year old. I was a little bit… um… associated with that project. We called it ‘The Power Experiment’. Surprising, huh? Anyways, your parents are VERY aware about your powers, also, from this stone, I can only tell you that your power development is increasing rapidly. I advise you to not get too angry, too emotional, or you might rampage in the day. Delle?”
“… Aunt Bel, you do know that when I rampage at night, I get more emotional in the day each time I go; how will I survive?”
“Hmmm…. Oh! I have a great idea. How about you live with me until you can control your powers and hire a home tutor. That way, no one will get in your way except us. We’ll calm you down in some way if you get to agitated. I’ll have the tutor know about your powers. No, I’ll get a very reliable tutor that I already know. Yosh. Oh right, we need to get your parents approval. We’ll go right now!”
“But Aunt Bel, I just arrived!”
“It’s fine, the faster things get done, the longer you can stay with me!!!! Okay. Get your stuff. We’re leaving in 4 minutes.”
“Yes, Aunt Bel…”
HEYYYYYYYY TTHHHHEREEEEEE. I’m back. I wrote this for 3 days. Why? Because for the past 3 days I got a little bored of typing after 200 or so words. Anyways, this story up there will be continued. You know, one of those weird series I write that tend to get a little off track. Um, the story is 924 words long. The whole post is 987 words long.
For the previous post, DAYS, I take back about the part about the kids living in poverty if they don’t get taught properly. Why? Because, I realize the reason the teachers are going on strike is because they don’t want to live in poverty. But, if they are smart, then they should have money saved up to live a nice life. Come on, don’t judge me, okay? I was a little fiery 4 days ago, okay? Mercy?
Anyways. School might still be going on, which is what I am hoping will go on. If school goes on, that means the teachers will get what they wanted, and we kids can go ahead and finish our normal school year. That would be nice.
I have like, nothing else to say. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. So, um. See ya! Adieu!
Hey there. I have not typed much posts because, I am very confused about school. All them strikes. Like, why should there be strikes for a whole 2 WEEKS? Also, some kids want there to be 2 weeks, because they want time off. But, if they do that, they’ll turn into people that just don’t care about how they’ll end up when they are older and they are looking for a job. But then again, I don’t care about their choices. They do what they want; not my fault.
My friend was worried about her mom not getting paid (she’s a teacher), and I go,”Don’t worry, you’ve got money saved up to live life the way it is normally, right? Then you’re fine. Don’t worry about things like this yet.”
For me, I don’t care until I need to. Like when I live alone. In the future. Man…
When the teachers go on strike, isn’t it sort of sad? Like they basically doing it for the attention from the government. Well, I could be wrong, but I think that. When I hear about strikes, it lowers my interest in wanting to be a teacher. Like when you go on strike, you aren’t doing your job, thus making the government mad, and going with the flow. Also, I don’t understand WHY THEY DO THOSE KIND OF THINGS, NOT PAYING PEOPLE PROPERLY, IN WHICH THEN AFFECTS BYSTANDERS AND THEN MAKING ME GO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! So yeah.
I actually enjoy going to school when you actually DO WORK. When people of my MATH class say they hope school ends this Friday, I just wanna punch them. No offense. Don’t you know that this affects your future? And how you will survive in the future so that you won’t live in poverty? But then again, I said that I didn’t care about what they do, because I have nothing to do with them. Maybe just help them again, but if they don’t make good use of it, then I won’t ever help them.
School. I don’t get it. That’s all. Wait, I told my friend not to worry, and here I am being a hypocrite and ranting ALL THE WAY. Like why did I do this? Out of my free time. I personally don’t care, but if it works for them, then it works with me. I just like to go with the flow, but also sometimes, I care a LOT, and then I rant on some random places on the internet, like google drive, and this blog, or some random other program I use to type, and get my thoughts out on a file or something like that.
Okay. Well, that was a long post. I just realized that I type WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY faster than when I was like in grade 2-3. WAAAAAAAAAAY faster. OMG. Yeah, I type way more than back then. Even if that was only 2-3 years ago. Sometimes, when I type a story, and i type while thinking about what to write, I just freeze up and not type what I want to type. Sort of creepy. Yeahh. Oh, crap. I need to check something. Got to go. See ya guys some other time!