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I personally think this is a very interesting piece. I love how you kept it simple, using few colors. The background doesn't draw too m...


I'll be going back to school soon.

It terrifies me so bad, I don't want to hurt again.

I don't want to go to school.

I don't want them to hurt me again.

I don't want to see them laughing.

I don't want to see them at all.

Thinking about it makes me feel sick.

I feel like I'm going to cry and die a little inside.

Please, don't take pity.

I know I have to go.

But, it's bringing me to tears.

It's tearing me apart.

I don't want them to know.

So I'll smile and lie.

I don't really want too.

But, what choice do I have?

"If it's too bad," she says, "you don't have to stay."

But, we both know I can't go down without a fight.

I don't want to go back.

Not again.

They cheat off me,

Lie to me,

Ignore me,

Use me,

And everything else.

They told me I'm worthless, without opening their mouths.

I just want to cry.

Oh, wait, I already am...

Wipe away the tears.

That way, the keyboard won't blur.

I want to get my message out without a spoken word.

If you feel the same as me,

Well whoopidy-freakin'-do.

I just want to swear about it.

But, I won't.

Instead, I'll write some unspoken words of mine.

I'll keep wiping my eyes so the keyboard won't be too hard to see.

I'll wake up every morning.

Put a smile on my face, maybe.

Whenever someone's looking, so they won't know.

I'll go back to school.

Whoops, I'm crying again.

Don't pity me.

Or empathize. 

Because I'm already crying.

I'm just a little nerd.
One that's "sooo kind."

Maybe on the last day,

When high school is through,

I'll smile at the camera,

And offer a little birdy to those few.

Because I'm a good liar.

Such a sweet smile on my face.

But, to all the others...

Haha, I'm a disgrace.

Maybe next time, when I'm feelin' blue.

I'll look at this poem, and remember that it's true.

I'll write a little poem for them,

One last paragraph.

It'll be the shortest one though,

Written in red ink.

I'll mail it to everyone.

All the one's who hurt me.

With the biggest, sweetest smile on my face.

"Screw you."

Only with a substitute for 'screw', because I think we're all out.
Looky here, a poem. It's old and rusty, as you can probably tell, but it'll have to do for now. Until I get my computer fixed, I can't reall do much. Sorry, guys.
I'm sorry I haven't been on here recently, but I'm working to change that. Sorry.

How would you like to see some of my favourite original characters that I've created all put together in a room discussing things with each other? 

You wouldn't?

Sucks for you, let's go!

Cold Soup from the Waiter

"Excuse me," Rita called, unimpressed.

Casey returned, confused.

"Yes, ma'am? Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Indeed," she said. "My soup is cold."

"I'm terribly sorry, would you like-"

"I want warm soup," Rita cut him off.

"Here," Sam coughed, leaning back and handing her his soup.

"Thank you," Rita thanked.

"You're welcome," Sam welcomed.

Casey watched for a moment, confused. Rita took the soup, taking a sip. She shook her head.

"His soup is cold too," she stated, handing the bowl back to Sam.

"Um, I'll get you some more...On the house...Both of you, I guess," Casey murmured, still confused. "If you want."

"No need, I like it better cold," Rita said.

"I want warmer soup," Sam said.

Casey sighed.

"Whatever," he muttered, taking the boy's soup.

Sam and Rita smiled at each other.

P.E. Class: Running the Mile

"Run!" Rita yelled, running backwards.

"'t!" Casey panted, collapsing.

"" Sam panted, collapsing beside him.

Rita stopped, jogging over to the two.

"Are you guys okay?" she questioned.

"I...don't think we can go on," Casey sobbed, clutching his shirt and gasping.

"Go'll forget us one day," Sam choked.

Rita stared at them expressionlessly. Casey pouted at her, leaning forward.

"Come on, let us stop now?" he suggested, gazing into her convincingly.

"I'll put Casey in a dress," Sam murmured.

"Deal!" Rita smiled.

"Wait, I never-"

Sam covered Casey's mouth, shushing him slowly. He stroked the boy's too-long brown hair, smiling kindly.

"Don't worry, Casey," he said. "You'll be okay. I have a wedding dress."

"Can't we just run the mile?" Casey asked.

"Nope, but you can wear a female uniform, if you'd like," Rita offered.

"Would I have to wear a dress later?" Casey asked, hesitating slightly.

"Now you have to do both," the two said in sync.

"I hate you both."

Casey gets drunk...yeah...

"I am a horribly human being," Casey stated, robotic ans staring into his empty glass.

"No, you're just drunk," Rita sighed. "Again."

"N-no, you don't understand!" Casey said, somehow managing to make it sound like he wasn't completely drunk. "I've dressed as a girl more times than I can count! I might be gay, or somethin', I dunno anymore."

"Now you sound drunk," Sam told him.

Casey choked, rubbing his teary eyes.

"I'm not girly, right guys?" he hiccuped, giving them his best puppy-dog face.

"No," Sam assured him.

"You are the manliest person I know," Rita said. 

"Thankshu. I love ya guysssss....Ssssssssss..."

He continued making the 's' sound, trailing off. Rita and Sam glanced at each other, confused.  

"Are you okay?" Rita asked, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

Casey stared at her, then looked over at Sam. He looked down at the ground.

"Nope," he stated, smiling at her before promptly passing out.

Rita nodded.

"I expected as much," she told Sam.

Sam nodded in agreement. 

Rita Hurts Her Leg

"I hate you so much," Rita hissed, her teeth bared.

"I know," Sam replied.

"I despise you more than anything!"

"I see she's doing better," Casey murmured, walking into the room with a glass of water.

"I hate you so much!" she snapped at him.

"Will you just give her the saddest look you can?" Sam requested.

Casey sighed, setting down the water before kneeling in front of the hissing girl. He gently grasped her hands, drawing back his mouth in a sad wince.

"You...hate me?" he asked, his eyes tearing and on the verge of tears.

"N-no," Rita said hurriedly.

" said you did."

"No! I love you! You're so cute!"

Rita embraced the boy, cuddling with him comfortingly. Casey stiffened in surprise.

"I'm sorry! I'll let Sam work, and I won't say anything! I promise!"

Casey sighed, shooting Sam a cold glare.

"You knew this would happen," he stated.

Sam smiled knowingly, continuing his work.

This is just a step on the path of life, me posting stories that have nothing to do with each other. I like writing for these three, so I decided to put them together in random situations that amuse me. You know, the usual. 

As always, please tell me if you spot any mistakes.

Hanna had never liked the town. It was kind of far away, being over fifteen minutes away by car. Plus, it was puny. There was a small market, a gas stop, a furniture shop, and a Mexican restaurant, as well as a few other shops that were mostly just for knick-knacks and such.

The road leading up to it was bland and boring, as well as thin. A few houses sat on either side, down small paths of dirt that were dotted with weeds and a few patches of grass. 

Hanna stopped her bike at the start of one such trail. Her crystal-blue eyes gazed down the path at the small house. Her thin face was framed by her shoulder-length, white-blonde hair. Light freckles dotted her face, across her cheeks and nose.

She sighed, her gaze falling to the dusty and beat-up road. The summer heat burned through the girl's clothes, causing her to sweat. There were several trees littered here and there along the side of the road, as well as through the fields. 

Hanna wiped her forehead, walking her bike down the path. The house she was approaching was puny, as previously stated. It was a dull, grey colour, with a dull, blue door. The entire house was really very dull looking overall. There was a small bed of flowers out front, as well as several hanging baskets on the edge of the small patio, which held only two rocking chairs in the shade.

Hanna walked up to the door, leaning her bike against the wall. She knocked against the wood, not surprised in the slightest to hear the lock turn and see the door open.

It opened to reveal a small lady, who smiled gently at her. The lady's long hair was copper, pulled into a braid down her back. She was shorter than Hanna, though admittedly older. Her minty green eyes bore a hole in the floor of the deck, avoiding eye contact shyly. 

"Lisa," Hanna murmured, her blue eyes softening.

Said girl motioned for her to come in. Hanna entered the cool house, finding a seat on the small sofa in the front room. Lisa sat beside her, sighing.

The house was smaller on the inside. The living room only had the tiny sofa, as well as an old rocking chair. Down the hall, there was a small kitchen. It had very little counter space, as well as a nonexistent microwave. To the left of the kitchen, a small computer room held a single computer and four shelves filled with books covering the walls.

Down the hall past there, a small hall led to three rooms. At the end of the hall, there was Lisa's room, which was quite small and held only a bed, a desk covered in papers and books as well as a lamp, and a bookshelf filled with books. To the left of the room, there was another bedroom, this time a guest room. It only had a bed and two full shelves of books, as well as a desk with a single lamp. Across the hall, there was a simple, small bathroom. It only had a shower, a sink, and a toilet. 

Overall, the single-story house was full of books. In fact, the stand the computer sat on was also covered in books. Lisa spent the time she wasn't at work reading. She almost never had any guests over, so she had time.

"Is something wrong?" Hanna asked.

Lisa bit her lip. She'd called Hanna over yesterday, asking her to come over that day so she could tell her something.

"We broke up," she murmured.

Hanna didn't have to ask who. Lisa had been dating a tall man by the name of Richard for almost a year now.

Richard was huge, towering over Lisa. He was a tanned man, with dark blond hair and blue eyes. He and Lisa were nothing alike, as he'd been pressuring her to move for the entirety of their relationship. Lisa had been forced into the whole thing by her parents, who wanted her married before she was twenty-five. Her being twenty-two and the shyest and most nervous person on the planet, it was very unlikely.

"Do your parents know?" Hanna asked.

Lisa shook her head, biting her lip and shivering.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, bowing her head. "You're the first person I told."

Hanna sighed, patting her friend's back.

"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll understand," Hanna assured her.

"I doubt it," Lisa snorted.

Hanna gave her a smile.

"If you want, I can stay over the night so you aren't alone," she offered.

Lisa smiled softly back.

"You're busy with college, I couldn't possibly-"

"Lisa. Don't start sounding like the little old ladies in games and books. Besides, school's out for the week, since it's the principal's and one of the teacher's birthdays."

"Ah, I see. Well, if you're family doesn't mind."

"My family doesn't care about me," Hanna snorted.

"D-don't say that!" Lisa exclaimed worriedly.

"Come on, Lisa. Just let me stay with you for a few days, it'll be easy to get everything I need."

Lisa looked uncertain, but nodded anyway.

"I guess I do have the guest room open," she murmured. "U-unless you don't want to have all the books and stuff. I could sleep in that room if you don't want to-"

"It's fine, Lisa," Hanna assured her. "Stop panicking."

Lisa smiled, causing Hanna's heart to flutter in her chest.

"If you're sure," she murmured, standing from her seat. "Do you want me to drive you to your house?"

"Nah, I'll ride back," Hanna muttered, not sure if she could handle close quarters with the other girl. "I'll be back in a while."

"Alright, what do you want for dinner?" Lisa asked.

Hanna stood up, walking to the door with Lisa trailing behind her.

"I don't care, what do you usually have?" Hanna responded nonchalantly.

Lisa was silent.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," Hanna grumbled. "You don't eat. What do you have around?"

"I have a lot of pasta," Lisa said.

"Do you have sauce?"

"Of course."

"Then, that'll be good. I'll be back in a little while."

Lisa put a hand on Hanna's sleeve, looking uncertain again.

"It'll take over an hour on bike," she murmured, worry in her minty eyes. "Can't I just take you really fast in the car? I promise not to crash."

Hanna couldn't exactly say no to the smaller girl's big, sad eyes, so she agreed reluctantly.


Lisa's car was small. By small, Hanna meant that it only had two seats and the biggest trunk of any car she'd ever seen. It was also a stick, though said tool of driving manually got stuck a lot. The car was black, entirely. The inside had faded, worn black leather seats. The dashboard, steering, and all other parts of the car were black. 

Lisa somehow shifted gears smoothly as she pulled to a stop in front of Hanna's house. Hanna stepped out, closing the door. She paused, pulling her door open and slamming it shut again so it would stay shut. Lisa smiled, shrugging.

Hanna's front yard was a total mess, not even fit to be called a yard. The lawn was made of weeds, the house itself's paint chipped. Of course, it was a two-story house that was as messy as the outside. Speaking of the outside, Hanna nearly tripped fifteen times over random toys and such hidden among the weeds. 

The inside of the house was the same. Hanna tripped and stumbled throughout, until she reached her room. It was clean, though small. Hanna shoved all her clothes, all three pairs, into a backpack, as well as her objects and a the two books she owned. Now having all her possessions in the pack, Hanna hurried to the door. The small bed was covered in paper, which Hanna quickly paused to cram all of it into a folder.

Hanna didn't want to deal with her three older sisters. Savannah, Adriana, and Haley were all the reasons their parents didn't trust children. Savannah hardly knew how to act in public, meaning she just got back grades and slept with every other boy in the state. Adriana and Haley were no different, though they both had actually slept with every boy in the town, as well as neighboring ones.

Hanna was nothing like that, for the simple reason that she didn't want to sleep with boys. Or most girls, for that matter. No, Hanna had fallen in love as a child and, despite her parents and everyone else telling her it wouldn't, it had lasted through the years. Her love was with Lisa, who seemed to be the smartest, prettiest, and most interesting person in the world. At least, she was to Hanna.

Hanna hurried out the door, stumbling down the yard to Lisa's car. Lisa smiled as she returned, throwing her backpack in the back.

"How was it? Did your sisters complain much?" Lisa asked.

"They weren't there," Hanna sighed. "Though, I wouldn't worry too much. I told them last week that I would be hanging out with you sometime soon."

"Won't they be worried?" Lisa questioned.

"Nope, they don't like me."

Lisa seemed concerned, but ignored it. She forced the small, old car into starting. It bucked slightly, and Lisa pulled away from the broken-down house. Surprisingly enough, the car handled the bumpy road exceptionally well. Hanna could hardly even feel the bumps and dips in the road.

"Did you get the shocks fixed?" she asked curiously.

"Yeah, my boss had a friend who said they'd do it for half the price," Lisa said, shifting gears.

The car shuttered, suddenly going a bit faster. 

"Sorry," Lisa apologized.

"It's fine," Hanna replied, though she had hit her head against the window. 

"Are you sure?" Lisa asked.

She sounded very worried. Though, being the timid girl Hanna knew her for, Hanna wasn't surprised.

"Yeah, I just hit the window. Don't worry about it."

"What if you die?"

"I won't die."

Lisa pulled to a stop on the side of the road, her vehicle spluttering to a stop. She turned in her seat, staring at Hanna with a look the blonde knew well. 

The stubborn, "I-won't-look-away-until-you-let-me-do-something-to-make-it-feel-better" look that Lisa wore so well. Hanna sighed, rubbing her head dully.

"Don't look at me like that," she grumbled.

Lisa averted her eyes. 

"Sorry," she murmured softly. "I suppose we should get back to my house so I can get started on dinner."

Lisa hardly struggled as she twirled the stick shift and started up the car once more. Hanna watched with interest as the tiny woman swerved the car onto the street, gunning it. Hanna hit her head against the window once more.

"Are you okay?" Lisa asked gently, her minty gaze never leaving the road.

"I'm fine," Hanna assured her. "Stop worrying about me so much."

Lisa didn't reply, her eyes narrowing as she pulled into her driveway. She tried to open her door, surprised to see it stuck. Hanna watched with amusement as her friend struggled with the door. 

"Is the door stuck?" Hanna asked.

Lisa nodded mutely. She sighed, giving up.

"I'll fix it later, can I get out your door?" she asked.

Hanna opened her door with a bit of trouble, but finally got out. She held the door open, watching Lisa climb over the seats. She stepped out, stretching. 

"Come on," she said, walking towards the door. "How long are you staying for?"

"As long as you'll keep me," Hanna replied, following her in.

The house was comfortably clean, as opposed to the pure junk that held Hanna's house together. Hanna sat down at the small table. It was round and could only fit three people, if you were having a small meal. 

Lisa made a simple dish, as she didn't like cooking large ones. Of course, she made way too much, so she had extra. After cleaning up, Lisa pushed one of the bookshelves to the wall, which made Hanna wonder just how strong the puny female was. 

"Sorry," Lisa apologized. "I forgot the bookshelf was in the middle of the room."

"It's fine," Hanna assured her.

Lisa smiled, turning around and exiting the room. Hanna flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She smiled, hoping to stay for a while.
I'm not obsessed with the word boop. Nope. 

Anyway, this is my way of practicing explaining stuff. Explanations to make the world pop out at you. Hanna and Lisa are wonderful, I like writing for them. If I made a mistake, please tell me so I can fix it. I promise not to yell at you.

The black blur landed on a rooftop gently, her eyes narrowed. The sky was dark, the soft light of the moon bathing the area in a gentle glow.

The girl on the rooftop was dressed completely in black, the loose clothes soft. It was the most basic of apparel, a simple dress that usually went past her feet, though she'd tied the hem to her ankles. The sleeves were even longer, and a white painted rope was tied tightly around her thin waist.

She looked around, searching for her target. Her dark eyes were cold black and piercing. She suddenly bolted from her spot, drawing two long knives from her sleeves as she went.

Her target, a fat man accompanied by a small girl, was the insane creator of a small, annoying company. It was a company that only produced jewelry, and the owner had stolen several thousand dollars from each of his customers, even going so far as to kidnap the only daughter of the richest man in the country.

So, Miles Hardy, the richest man in the country, had bought the power of the Black Witch.

The fat old man, Mr. Ton, heard a rustle behind him, and immediately tugged the young girl closer to his person. Young Cherry Hardy yelled out as the man accidentally grasped a bruise on her wrist roughly. His attention snapped down to her, creating the perfect moment for his assassin to attack.

Cherry only saw the man choke, and saw the silver blade poke out from his chest. The blade disappeared with a sickening scrape of bone against metal. The man collapsed, revealing the girl behind him.

Cherry's eyes widened, seeing the black-hared, all-black wearing assassin. She knelt down, wiping her bloody knife down on Mr. Ton's clothes.

"Who are you?" Cherry questioned, her mouth dry.

The girl looked up at her. She stood silently.

"Are you Cherry Hardy?" she questioned gruffly.

"Y-yes," Cherry said.

"Come with me, your father is waiting for your return, and I need the reward soon."

Cherry said nothing, following alone uncertainly as the girl led her away.


Gentry Raid gripped Darius Cord's shoulders, dragging him forward through the halls of his home.

"No," he groaned, holding out the word to the insane hatred of Gentry.

"Will you shut up?" Gentry snapped, hitting him on the head.

"I don't want to leave my room," he stated. "It's cold."

Gentry paused for a minute, switching her grip from his hand to the collar around his neck. She continued dragging him down the hall, despite his struggling and complaints.

Gentry pulled open the door to the man of the house's door. Miles Hardy smiled at the two, pouring a cup of tea for himself.

"Is something wrong, Gentry?" Miles asked.

"This idiot is being difficult again," Gentry growled. "For a demon, his power hasn't come out yet."

"Well, he is young and without a master," Miles smiled. 

"I'm cold," Darius pouted.

"Don't worry, Darcy. It'll get warm soon."

"I hope so. I can't stand the cold."

"Why are you so happy, sir?" Gentry questioned.

"Oh, we're having a visitor tonight," Miles said. "She's a powerful huntress who kills people with the uppermost talent."

"I don't exactly see why that's a good thing," Gentry muttered.

"She doesn't wear a collar, she must be great," Darius said.

"Stop reading minds, Darcy, I never told you that," Miles laughed.

"Sorry, sir."

"Anyway, Darcy's correct. She's a very interesting person, and happens to be the one who saved Cherry four years ago."

"What's she doing back?" Gentry questioned.

"Cherry invited her because she has a request for her."

"How do we know she won't kill one of us?"

"That's the interesting thing. She's incapable of lying."

"How do we know that?"

"Believe me, I'm going to go all out and try to use connections to figure it out."

Gentry looked down at Darius, shaking him by the collar aggressively. 

"This little guy? He might as well be a useless wimp compared to what your usual connections are."

"Compared to the usual demon, Darcy probably does seem useless," Miles said. "But, sadly, it's all in the collar."

"I've actually been wondering about that," Gentry admitted. "Why is he wearing this weird collar?"

"Hey, the bell is cool," Darius stated, batting at the small bell attached to the collar happily.

"I never had to wear the collar," Gentry stated, ignoring his comment.

"Well, it's used to control unwilling demons," Miles said. "It relaxes them to the best of its ability. To tell the truth, I had to use a pretty powerful one to get him down to this much."


"Don't sound so unbelieving. His true form gave me quite a few burns, and a few hours in the hospital."

Gentry looked down at the boy, who was still playing with the bell. She turned back to Miles.

"Somehow, I don't quite believe you," she muttered.

"His human form is a," Miles admitted quietly. "But, you have to understand. If he loses the collar, he'll be horrible and hurt me again."

"You're worse off than him," Gentry scolded. "Shouldn't we try to teach him in his original form."

"Well, there's also the problem of getting the collar off-"

"You can't get it off? You should have mentioned that in the first place!"

"Well, you only asked why he wore it, you never asked why I didn't take it off..."

"Sir, I must ask, how do you take the collar off?"

"Simple, you anger him to the point of explosion, at which point he transforms into his normal form and tries to destroy the source of his anger."

Gentry stared at him, then glanced down at Darius again. He giggled, the tiny tinkling of the bell amusing him. 

"Couldn't you try to find some way to convince me of that?"

Miles thought for a moment, then opened a drawer and pulled out a black ribbon.

"A ribbon?" Gentry questioned.

"It's a muter," Miles stated, standing from his desk and approaching them. "It mutes the power of whatever it's tied to. But, I warn you, our guest will be here soon, so we'll have to keep this short."

Darius looked up, confused as the man hesitated.

"This seems stupid," Miles stated, kneeling beside the seated boy. "It's supposed to only mute the power a small bit, but it might glitch out because of how powerful the collar is."

"I'm sure it will be fine," Gentry said.

Miles nodded, slowly tying the long ribbon around Darius' collar. Darius gasped, clutching the collar roughly. Both Miles and Gentry retreated, watching with baited breath.

Darius fell back, before immediately sitting up. He stared at the wall, his warm brown eyes darkening to a coal black. His eyes slowly narrowed, and his hands slipped from the collar.

That was when he burst into flames.
White Collar: Chapter One
One of the several series I started and didn't bother to finish. Tell me if you see any mistakes, I'll fix them.

I'm not dead! Nobody thought I was, but just in case, now you know. 

As a few of you know, whoever reads the journals I post, I am currently working on way too many things at the exact same time. It's summer, a time of youth and a time of working on way too many stories while at he same time writing a book I hope to get published.

That's right, you go-getters you, I'm trying to write a book! I'll write one of these journals if I succeed, and I hope all ten of you will go out and purchase it. I forgot how to spell 'buy', then remembered right after I spelled out purchase, so yeah.

If you would like more information on this book, I don't have any. Sorry, still a work-in-progress. It's based on an idea I've had for months and have failed with countless times. So, pray for me, kitties.

Besides that, expect several random stories featuring random characters. Really, to be honest, I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. Also, I'm making Sam gay. He just...doesn't work with any of the girls I've put him with, and I doubt he ever will, so I made him a boyfriend who's slightly-kinda-not-really stalker-ish. Yeah.

Anyway, if any of you read all of this, please post that in the comments below so I can hug you and kiss you and give you a llama or something because I really appreciate it. If you read all of this, and are not happy with me, post that too, so I can shower you with tearful llamas and sad kisses. 

I don't know anymore.

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