Story part 1 and meme thingeth.
Allrighty, so I showed a few friends this story and now decided to post it here.
Please give me any comments/suggestions/questions you may have.
"There's going to be a war soon." I spoke, breaking the silence that often lingered at the breakfast table. Heather pushed aside the corner of her newspaper, revealing a blue eye, a freckle-dusted nose, and straightened brown hair.
"There hasn't been a war in the world for over fifty years." She said, raising a perfectly tweezed eyebrow.
"I can sense it. There's no other way for me to explain it."
"It's probably one of your insane theories."
"Oh no." I said. "This one's different. It's stronger. It's stronger and... it's not gonna change this time."
"Last time, it didn't 'change', you were just wrong. You were wrong and because of that, I almost died!"
I sighed as Heather folded the newspaper and slammed it on the table. She stood and walked a few paces away before stopping in her tracks.
"I wasn't wrong. It changed." I felt the change before it happened." I revealed, supporting myself and surrendering at the same time.
"Then why did you..." she didn't need to complete her sentence.
"I couldn't control it. I'm sorry." I said simply before vanishing into my room.
And then there's Rose's meme.
1. If you had to design your own socks, what would they look like? :D
2. What do you plan to be when you grow up? :3
3. What do you think is your greatest fault?
4. Oh c'mon, you know I am gonna ask this. x3 So I know you said you don't like him, but it's the immediate impression since you stick to him rather often. Why, then? >.@
5. What is the most hideous thing you've ever seen anyone wear? XD
1) Urr, dunno. Black socks? That didn't peek through your shoes and could breathe and kept warm in winter and cool in summer? Oh and wouldn't tear; I hate it when my socks tear. Oh and turquoise and white stars :D
2) For the longest time I had no idea cuz I love psychology and biology. Then it hit me: study mental illnesses and how they work and the chemical imbalances in the brain and such! Like schitzophrenia!
3) Dunno, really. I'm annoying, pessimistic, stubborn, scared of lots of stuff, and try to be an individual but only succeed in being just like everyone else. I'm a total procrastinator, I tend to ramble a lot, and there are lots of people who I think are better than me because I tend to rank people like that in my mind even if I never tell anyone. I blame solely myself in my mind and externally blame everyone else in many situations.
Did I mention I tend to ramble?
And I'm good at pointing out flaws in myself.
4) Oh god. Yes I saw this coming. I don't stick to him. Not intentionally, anyways. I still don't know all of you very well and will never know you guys as well as you know each other. I suppose I'm usually just standing around and everyone else is talking amongst themselves about stuff I don't know/understand.
5) Ugh. I'm not much of a fashionista and it's not hard to tell but there was the picture of that one celebrity wearing a giant swan shaped dress thing. And once I saw a girl wearing a really pretty white dress but it looked bad on her because she was all sunburned and she was wearing a black bra that peeked through. The dress was pretty, just not like that.
Oh, and which dyou think is sadder: my 7 1/2 grade brother taking SAT classes while I take Algebra 2 summer school, or the fact that the rents are making him teach me what he learns at said SAT classes?
x.X
Please give me any comments/suggestions/questions you may have.
"There's going to be a war soon." I spoke, breaking the silence that often lingered at the breakfast table. Heather pushed aside the corner of her newspaper, revealing a blue eye, a freckle-dusted nose, and straightened brown hair.
"There hasn't been a war in the world for over fifty years." She said, raising a perfectly tweezed eyebrow.
"I can sense it. There's no other way for me to explain it."
"It's probably one of your insane theories."
"Oh no." I said. "This one's different. It's stronger. It's stronger and... it's not gonna change this time."
"Last time, it didn't 'change', you were just wrong. You were wrong and because of that, I almost died!"
I sighed as Heather folded the newspaper and slammed it on the table. She stood and walked a few paces away before stopping in her tracks.
"I wasn't wrong. It changed." I felt the change before it happened." I revealed, supporting myself and surrendering at the same time.
"Then why did you..." she didn't need to complete her sentence.
"I couldn't control it. I'm sorry." I said simply before vanishing into my room.
And then there's Rose's meme.
1. If you had to design your own socks, what would they look like? :D
2. What do you plan to be when you grow up? :3
3. What do you think is your greatest fault?
4. Oh c'mon, you know I am gonna ask this. x3 So I know you said you don't like him, but it's the immediate impression since you stick to him rather often. Why, then? >.@
5. What is the most hideous thing you've ever seen anyone wear? XD
1) Urr, dunno. Black socks? That didn't peek through your shoes and could breathe and kept warm in winter and cool in summer? Oh and wouldn't tear; I hate it when my socks tear. Oh and turquoise and white stars :D
2) For the longest time I had no idea cuz I love psychology and biology. Then it hit me: study mental illnesses and how they work and the chemical imbalances in the brain and such! Like schitzophrenia!
3) Dunno, really. I'm annoying, pessimistic, stubborn, scared of lots of stuff, and try to be an individual but only succeed in being just like everyone else. I'm a total procrastinator, I tend to ramble a lot, and there are lots of people who I think are better than me because I tend to rank people like that in my mind even if I never tell anyone. I blame solely myself in my mind and externally blame everyone else in many situations.
Did I mention I tend to ramble?
And I'm good at pointing out flaws in myself.
4) Oh god. Yes I saw this coming. I don't stick to him. Not intentionally, anyways. I still don't know all of you very well and will never know you guys as well as you know each other. I suppose I'm usually just standing around and everyone else is talking amongst themselves about stuff I don't know/understand.
5) Ugh. I'm not much of a fashionista and it's not hard to tell but there was the picture of that one celebrity wearing a giant swan shaped dress thing. And once I saw a girl wearing a really pretty white dress but it looked bad on her because she was all sunburned and she was wearing a black bra that peeked through. The dress was pretty, just not like that.
Oh, and which dyou think is sadder: my 7 1/2 grade brother taking SAT classes while I take Algebra 2 summer school, or the fact that the rents are making him teach me what he learns at said SAT classes?
x.X