Day B"So you got interests, Hur?" We've been talking, IMing and texting non-stop since yesterday. Weirdly enough, the one question that could (and should) have been asked only came up on the second day. "I mostly play video games like FPS or RPG stuff. My family is forcing me to be interested in sports." Sports, the enemy of most boy gamers (not sure about girl gamers since I never met one). "I realized that I never asked you about your family or your friends. May I know about either of them?" Crepe (spelled correctly but for a different word). I wished this topic would never come up. My parents are phuckin weird. No one knows why but my parents own the largest collection of right shoes. All four of my friends have seen the "Right Collection Room". There is no phuckin way I am letting a new and possibly cool guy know about the RCR. "I have four friends that actually can make me smile. When I first moved here, no one seemed interesting or at least my age. That time I was eleven and the big mDay B by ~BlUeTuRtLe890
Day AIt was a normal day at school for everyone. We, freshmen, were adjusting to the new world of high school. I had no friends in Math class which led to me being the only one seated alone. The teacher was unusually late by fifteen minutes so the class went berserk. When I say berserk, I mean non-stop talking, desks flipped over, couples making out and all that sheet (spelled wrong on purpose). Since I had no friends, I was the punching bag of the "Lesbullies" (pronounced as less-bullies) This was the first of many times with them. Right after a wedgie and some punches to the gut which made me fall to the ground, the door opened with Sir Tenchu and a boy I've never seen before.Day A by ~BlUeTuRtLe890
Purple eyes, hazel brown hair and a slightly noticeable tattoo that says "Born to fall, Made to rise." Those were the features that everyone shut up for. For some odd reason, he was looking straight at me. He reached his hand out to me and said "Need help down there?". I took his hand with my head down as he helped
Day A Raised to 4Marcus Benette Valjean. The name itself sounded silly. Yet, I find it so unique since it is two parts normal and one part fictional. Valjean comes from the book (that became a musical somehow) Les Miserables. Jean Valjean, the main character, is an ex-convict who tries to live the miserable life. None of us ever thought that there was an existing Valjean until Marcus Benette arrived about 3 years ago...Day A Raised to 4 by ~BlUeTuRtLe890
Saving TwoFrom the heavens above, I fall.Saving Two by ~BlUeTuRtLe890
My aim is to find our next leader.
The one who will save us from ourselves.
I have searched half of this land for a century or two.
Why can't I find this one life form?
Have I failed my people?
I have made so called friends.
They have helped me search areas unseen to my eyes.
Still, I can't find the leader.
For ten centuries, I have made no progress.
My friends are dead and gone.
I am once again alone to search.
I sense something great.
The feeling of pride.
The leadership of what I need.
I follow the Great Something everywhere.
It is a little female earthling.
How can she save a whole species?
I have "befriended" this small female earthling.
This is our leader?
A small female earthling that wants friends?
Five years have passed.
She has made great progress in showing her potential.
Although, I don't believe that she can our race... yet.
It has been twenty years since I found Ditzie.
Her potential is at the peak.
She needs to be revealed... now.
DespairI walk a lonely road,Despair by ~alphastrike23
A road of endless despair,
Or perhaps of fate, unknown,
Walking down such a road,
Tears roll down my eyes,
As I wither slowly as the time flows,
Mind is left in question,
My mind is now lost in thought,
Maybe all of this is an illusion?
As I blindly walk my path,
I encounter a feeble light,
The light have I followed,
Following the ray of hope,
All despair began to die,
It withered as I hope for better,
Continuing to see hope on its stead,
I climbed the highest of mountains,
And have crossed the roughest of deserts,
I tire and grow weary of the chase,
But seeing hope an inch away,
I continuously run for the goal,
I reach the end of the road,
I see the light, dying down,
The ray of hope, forever lost,
I fell down my knees as reality found me,
Fury and rage as well as remorse, have I felt,
I cry, I cried for my sorrow shall not end.