Azerquacker?!?!? What's up with THAT?

A few things you should know about my dad.

1) He believes that I should name a major character of mine "Azerquacker". Don't ask me. It sounds like a psychotic duck, in my opinion. Or maybe just a psychopath. I dunno.


2) He makes fun of me basically 24/7. One of his favorites is "That's a bad hobbit." because of this lord of the rings vid game I was obsessed with a while ago. Which he felt was a bad habit.


3) If I end up with a published book, I will have to hire someone to read it out loud for him. (I do not read out loud) It's not like he can't read, it's more like reading for pleasure doesn't mean anything to him.


4) He's a pretty cool guy.




Quote of the day:

"We're being led by an idiot with a crayon."

-Commander Root of the LEPrecon police
-Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident


-DarkHawk09

Chapter Three

3

“Set up camp,” Shadow said, “Then…” he trailed off suggestively.
“He’s bossy,” Dee said in a stage whisper, making sure Shadow was listening. I nodded, exaggerating the movement. Shadow rolled his eyes. “Well, somebody’s got to get you organized,” he said jokingly, and steered us toward camp, his hands on our shoulders. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine that had nothing to do with the chilly evening. “Come on,”
I went over to the clearing, and began work on the tent. Dee helped me out, Jay went to collect firewood, and Karma started digging the fire pit. Once the tent was raised, my job was done, and we were just waiting for Jay to get back, I walked over to a tall tree. I kicked my combat boots off, and laid them next to the tree. I peeled off my socks, and wiggled my bare foot. I was ready. I looked up, and saw the first branch a couple feet above my head.
I crouched low, looking up, and my black hair blew around my head in a whirlwind, and then I sprung, snagging a hold on some of the bark. I let my body take over; let my mind loose, and began to climb. I climbed like a squirrel, fast and precisely.
I knew what I looked like from below; dark hair falling in rivulets down my back, bare toes curled around twigs on the tree’s surface, long fingers holding the tree with a death grip.
I felt a chunk of bark under my hand begin to peel away from the tree, so I let it loose fast, and pulled my self up using another chunk, which I tested my weight on first. I reached the first branch, feeling exhilarated, and looked to the next one. I growled low in my throat, and began the dangerous climb upward.
I liked doing this, sometimes. I liked finding new ways to test my strength, like running, or climbing a tree. Some were more challenging than others, but none were life threatening, unless I fell the wrong way.
I paused then, a few feet away from a branch, and let go with my feet, using only my arms to pull myself up higher and higher. I blew my hair away from my face for what seemed like the twentieth time, and got an arm around the next branch. I pulled myself all the way up onto that branch, and there I sat.
I pulled a decent sized twig from the branch I was resting on, and wound my long hair around it, using other small twigs to keep it in place. I shook my head vigorously, and not one hair came loose. Perfect, I thought to myself. Now I could climb without my hair irritating me and making my journey all the more treacherous. I climbed higher, pausing every now and then to adjust my bow, which I still had on my back. I seldom took it off: only when I was asleep did I lean it on the canvas wall of the tent. I looked down. Then I looked out towards the sun set. Jay was probably back by now. I started to turn, and then something caught my attention. I blinked. “What?” I asked softly. Then I turned and high tailed it down the tree. “Fire! Fire to the West!” I screamed, praying that my friends could hear me.
When I was a couple feet off the ground, I held on to a branch, swinging my body over the edge. I dropped purposefully out of the tree and onto my feet. I hit the ground with the sounds of leaves crunching underfoot barely registering. I stuffed my feet into my shoes again, then I began running in the direction of the tent we’d just set up. I slammed into somebody, but I couldn’t tell who it was. I was knocked off balance, then, catching myself, I looked up to see my friends’ startled faces. Jay was back, thank God.
“What-?” Shadow began.
“Fire!” I burst out. My face must have shown my terror. I could imagine my wide eyed fright all too well. They all looked at me for a second. Then the danger sunk in.
“Get the tent.” Shadow said over his shoulder. I turned to go with the others, but Shadow grabbed my arm. “How far away?” He asked intently.
“A mile. Two, tops.” I said confidently. I knew what I’d seen.
Shadow closed his eyes for a second. “We’ve got three minutes. Or less.”
“How big was it?” he asked, fixing his gaze on me once again. I thought for a second. “I don’t know. It was getting bigger though.” I said finally.
Shadow kept looking at me, curiosity evident in his dark eyes. I wondered what he was thinking catching us slightly off guard. But not for long. We all turned and started ripping the tent apart, stuffing it with less care than usual into our backpacks. I tied mine on immediately, wrapping the straps around my middle and over my arms, tying them tightly. I picked up my bow, slinging it over my back. I was ready to take on anything. I ran, my boots crushing leaves and twigs underfoot. I no longer cared how much noise I made.
“Head for the creek! The creek!” Shadow yelled, pointing east. How he knew it was there, I have no idea. We ran faster than we ever had, the heat of the forest fire at our backs. I glanced over at Dee. She ran like a gazelle, her long legs showing slightly under the gauzy, light-weight skirt she always wore. It was slitted down the sides, allowing her free movement. She was always ready to face danger. Had been for almost eight years. I’d been running from danger longer then she. But I still thought it might forget me for a while. I was very foolish to believe so.

We made it to the creek. We were standing in the deepest part, watching all the animals flee in our direction. Some of them made it before the fire did. Some didn’t. We watched the fire burn itself out on the bank, sparks flying. Dee had her skirt bunched in her fist, holding it above the water. I looked down at my own slitted skirt, flowing around my ankles. The current was tugging at me to play. I’d always loved running water, the sound, the sight of it, even the smell. I’d lived near a lake as a young child, and my fondest memories of that house were of the freshwater surrounding it. I watched a fish snake around my calf. It was no longer than my hand, yet it had no fear of me. That got me wondering if there was anything so lucky as to not be afraid. I pulled at the wet cloth sticking to my thigh and thought that I didn’t want to be afraid. But I didn’t quite like the idea of living without fear, either.
“Kay.” I jumped. I’d been lost in my thoughts again. I looked up at who ever had called my name. It was Shadow. “Yeah?” I answered.
“How did you know?” he asked me. The others were all looking at me, too. Dee was watching me, her eyes darker than usual, somehow, and penetrating.
“How did I know what?” I asked, honestly confused.
“About the fire.”
“I saw it. I was up in a tree, climbing, you know, for a challenge.” I said.
“Kay,” Dee said softly. Her eyes still felt like they were burning holes through me. “You weren’t. You were standing next to me the whole time.” She said, somehow managing to be soft, nice, and matter of fact all at the same time. I opened my mouth to say that was impossible. The texture of the tree bark under my bare feet had been real. The danger, the feeling of adrenaline pumping through my veins had been real. I couldn’t have imagined it all. But something stopped me. I felt all of my muscles relax simultaneously, my knees buckled, and I fell into the stream. I felt my head go under for a minute, I saw someone dive for me, reaching for my hand. I stretched for them. Our fingers barely brushed, and I was sinking. The figure was struggling for air, I could see. I didn’t want them to drown, too. “Go!” I tried to yell at them, but all I did was release a large silvery bubble from my throat. The current swirling my hair in front of my face, blinding me. I watched the bubbles rise from my lips and up to the surface. I felt something tug at my ankle, and glanced down to see a whirlwind of black hair under me. It was tugging me under, over to the deeper part of the water, where I could see nothing but blackness. I felt my last bit of air leave my lungs, and I sank into unconsciousness. I knew I was afraid. I still didn’t know if I wanted to be.


-DarkHawk09

Taters....

Mashed Taters (Potatoes)


Sadly, I could only find a link, but all the same, this. Is. Hilarious. I tell you, my sister fell in love with it. It's really quite amusing. For those of you deprived people who don't know, it's from Lord of the Rings.



-DarkHawk09

2

2


When I was younger, I used to read a lot. I remember reading a book about this guy who rescued orphans, and taught them to take care of themselves. When I think of Shadow, that’s what comes to mind, always. I don’t think of him as Dee’s brother, or the strongest person I know, or the oldest and biggest one, or even as my leader. I think of that book, almost immediately. He’s similar in the way that he has a magical mystical level that none of us, even him, has yet to dig deep enough to unearth.
Shadow caught me looking at him, sometimes. When he asked what I was thinking, I told him. I told him that I was thinking that he was the person I trusted most in the whole world. He always grinned at that, and told me that I shouldn’t trust him so much, that he was a good liar. I said that liars always say they don’t lie. He would laugh then, full out, deep and darkly, like he couldn’t quite believe that I thought he was honest. But Shadow is one of those people who, for some inexplicable reason, you just trust, even if you’ve never seen him before. You just know he’ll help you.
“Kay,” Dee whispered, her slight accent there, but not quite obvious. She poked me in the ribs, pulling me out of my reverie. I started, and realized that I’d been staring at Shadow absentmindedly. Dee giggled.
“I’m going,” I told her, and veered of the trail into the thick forest.
None of my friends batted an eye. They were used to me melting into the shadows. They knew that I had my secrets, just as they undoubtedly did. I liked to be in the forest, off the trail. It just felt right. It was cool and clean looking. The knobby bark always held my attention at first, but then as I let my human nature drain away, I started to notice other things. The multi colored flowers, the long stems of some perfect for weaving into hair, others, though, had shorter stems, but the sweet sprays were still beautiful. The darkness a few feet up, where you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. The millions of birds, so loud when you wanted to hear them, when you were looking for the noise, quieter when you thought they weren’t there. The wolves and deer and other wild animals that knew you were there, and could smell you a mile off. I loved just existing there, living, and being. It felt kind of good, like giving back to the Earth. I liked it. I wove in and out through the trees, keeping a stone’s throw away from my friends. I always kept a tendril of my thoughts concentrated on my human life, because I was afraid that I might lose them, and myself, altogether if I detached entirely from humanity. I could hear my friends, too, so sometimes I closed my eyes and just took breaths in and out, in and out. I did that now, thinking to myself that I was strong and lively, and a part of the Earth. I snapped open my eyes, and a smile lit my face. I trotted out of the trees a quarter hour later, having seen three does, a buck, a fawn, and a wolf cub. I quickly avoided the wolf. I was afraid of mamma wolf, and mamma wolf could smell that. I saw more animals than most people would, I guess because I have a stronger connection with the animals than most humans do. As I came out of the dark leaves of the forest, Karma wheeled around, her blonde hair whirling through the air. Karma was newest to our group, and had yet to learn the sound of the others’ footsteps. Jay knew right off though, for some reason. That made me nervous. Dee and Shadow didn’t break stride as I appeared. I came up next to Dee. I walked in silence for a while. Then a smile lifted my mouth again, changing my face so you could no longer see the scar that started above my eyebrow, and stretched straight across my eye, down to my cheekbone. It was long and pale, contrasting to my tanned skin. I couldn’t remember where it had come from, only that I’d had it forever. “You want to spar tonight? At camp?” I asked eagerly. Dee turned her face towards me. She studied me for a moment, and then a smile broke out on her own face. “You’re on,” She said.
We all had weapons that we trusted, and liked more than others. My weapon of choice was a long bow. I always had it on my back, with a full quiver at the ready. I could also use a knife sword for hand to hand combat. The knife to divert one sword, the long blade to attack with. The bow I still liked better, though.
Dee could use long swords; they were always sheathed on her back. She could have them out and at the ready within seconds, the left slightly lower than the right. So tonight we would go one on one.
Dee and I were evenly matched, despite our size differences. She was small and nimble, flitting in and aiming a heavy blow at me, always stopping just short of contact if I couldn’t block it. But I usually could block. I was fast enough to block her blow, and throw one of my own within seconds, but they always missed her, by centimeters, sometimes.
Sparring was fun to watch, and usually everyone was game to join in. You could learn things about your best friend, things that you never would have unearthed otherwise. We were all good with our weapons of choice. I was the best with the bow; I could hit anything I aimed at. Dee was the only one who even knew how to use long swords.
I liked sparring with Shadow the best; we were most evenly matched, about the same size, and could go on the longest. It had nothing to do with endurance; it was more like neither of us was going to give in to the other. Neither of us would back down.
So when Shadow heard my question, and slowed down enough to ask me if I wanted to go one on one with him, too, my night became doubly interesting.


Quote of the day:

When life hands you a lemon, say "I like lemons. What else ya got?"


-Some guy who's name I can't remember,
-The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants


-DarkHawk09

Blah...I Don't care...

I'm off to type about Kay/Shadow/Dee/Karma/Jay....
*walks like a zombie in the direction of keyboard with arms stretched out in front of her*.....


-DarkHawk09

Good book or not, uh... remodeled?

Ta-Da! I've been working. The only thing that's the same, is the characters...




Prologue

I lay there, gasping. I tightened all the muscles in my body involuntarily, shaking. The pain was unimaginable, tearing at me from all sides, like someone slashing me with a sword. But I had no opponent, the pain was from inside. I relaxed my muscles, and then tightened them as another round of convulsions hit. The convulsions hit my whole body, causing all of my muscles, ones I didn’t even know I had, to tighten so much more then ever they could if I had done it on purpose. I was gasping, but I couldn’t cry out. I was in so much pain, worse than any I’d ever felt before. I relaxed again, panting, breathing in all the air I could. I felt terrible, now my whole body was sore, like I’d just run a hundred miles. My breathing was quick; I was sucking in air because whenever the pain hit me like that, it wouldn’t let me draw oxygen. I nearly cried out as another round of the strange pain hit me, but the muscles in my throat were so tight that I couldn’t even squeak. It happened three more times, causing me to wonder if I was dying. Is this what it felt like to die? Then so quick I couldn’t even react, it was over. Nothing was happening, and the pain seeped away like it had never been….







1

I snapped up out of sleep, and off of my spot on the dirt floor, my one blanket getting tangled around my legs. “Someone’s coming!” I cried.
Shadow sat up groggily, his shaggy black hair sticking up. “A dream?” he asked me.
“I don’t know,” I whispered, my face flushed from the sudden heat of summer nights.
He considered me for a minute. I knew he could see the carefully hidden terror in my eyes. “Get Jay,” he told me quietly. “We’re gone,” He looked right into my eyes. He knew me better than anyone, except Dee, Shadow did. We had grown up together, in the same orphanage. Shadow turned to shake his thirteen year old sister awake. “Dee!” then started over the piles of blankets to wake ten year old Karma. Dee got onto her hands and knees, the only one out of the five of us who could be instantly awake.
I left the tent, pushing aside one flap, and ran out into the night air, away from the warm light, glowing from the metal work lantern hanging outside on a pole. “Jay!” I called quietly. Jay is nine years old, and he likes to sleep outside, for a reason that none of us can comprehend. I don’t think he even told Shadow, and Shadow’s our leader. If anyone has a right to know anything, it’s our leader. “Jay,” I called again. I spun around as a twig snapped behind me. “Yeah?” Jay whispered.
I tried to calm my racing heart, and said, “Shadow wants us all together, right now.” I turned back to the tent. “Do you even sleep, or do you run around with the night-time predators?” I teased
Jay looked at me solemnly. “I only sleep sometimes,” he said “Other nights there are more important things to do,” That was all we ever could get out of him.
When we got back to the tent, walking noiselessly, the other three had totally dismantled it and were ready to leave. I picked up my pack, swinging it over one shoulder. I had part of the tent tied to the loop on top of my backpack. We all carried part of the tent, that way we could move faster. My pack had a few things in it. I had few clothes, and none of them were heavy cloth, so that took up almost no room. I had threads that I used to weave flowers into my long black hair. I had an old brush that one of the matrons at the orphanage had given me. She said it was rightfully mine, but she didn’t know where it had come from. The brush was small, about the size of my palm, (and I have small hands) and made of silver, with ornamental flowers carved into it. The bristles were horse-hair, according the woman who’d given it to me. And an old black and white photo of my parents. They were standing together, my father’s arm over my mother’s shoulder. They were both smiling, and looking at my mother’s pregnant belly. I love that picture. It’s the most precious thing I own. I looked up then, and saw Dee looking at me. “What?”
She kept looking at me. “Are you alright?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”
Dee has this really creepy ability to know what you’re thinking, sometimes. If I didn’t know better, I’d call it mind reading. Dee knew me better than Shadow. We’d lived together, too. We’d been in the same room at the orphanage. Her parents died in a fire, like mine, but she and Shadow, well, they had it worse than I did. They’d been there. They’d seen their house go up in flames. And they’d known that there was no hope for their family. So Shadow took Dee, and left. Dee had been six years old, Shadow, ten. Shadow had taken Dee and hidden in the streets of New York City. I admired them, their bravery. They’d been so young. I’d been at my friend’s house, playing with her dolls, when I found out. My friend’s mother took me in for a while, sheltered me, found a foster mother for me, and sent me away. I’d been no help to them anyway, moping around all the time. The family I ended up with expected me to be like a maid, scrubbing and cleaning for them. Eventually I ran away, too tired to put up with it anymore, and sick with grief. I ended up mal-nutritioned, dehydrated, and half dead in a side ally in NYC. The matron who gave me the brush found me. She brought me to the orphanage where she worked. She was my only source of comfort for two years. For those two years I refused to talk to anyone, and gave no name. The matron told me I was a nameless beauty. Then, my first piece of good luck for a long time. Dee came to live with me, in the same room. We became like sisters, even though I was fourteen, three years older than her, at ten. Sometimes we shared the same cot, more often sharing our memories. I started to talk to her, only her. I told her what I could remember of my parents, and showed her the only photograph that could be found of my mother and father. She in turn told me about Shadow, how he’d taken care of her until they were found. They hadn’t wanted to be found, she said, Shadow had taken care of her, she said. I wished I’d had a brother to take care of me, I said. Dee laughed. I loved the way she laughed, high and musical, like bells. Dee never told me her name, during our stay at the orphanage, so I called her Belle. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, I said. I told her what I wanted to do as soon as I hit eighteen. I was going to get a job, and earn my way into a house like my parents’. She said that Shadow was only three years away from eighteen, and that she was going with him when he turned. I said that I’d be sad without her for company. She looked at me in a strange way when I said that. I asked her why she was looking at me like that, and she said, all incredulous, that I was silly; of course I was coming with them. We got out earlier than we thought, though, because Shadow managed to convince the orphanage that he was eighteen when he was actually seventeen. He refused to give his real name, but told them that he was Shadow. Just Shadow. Shadow no middle name, Shadow no last name. Even Dee couldn’t remember his real name. So we got out and for two years, we’ve been nomads, living together, and rescuing other orphans. That’s how Jay and Karma came to be with us; we found them, before they went to an orphanage.
So, Dee knows everything about me. From big things, like my past, and my feelings for her brother, to the little things like what I’m thinking at any given moment. I knew that she knew something was up. “I’m thinking about…. stuff.” I told her. She kept watching me.
“My parents,” I said quietly, whispering so no one else could hear, though they were kind of busy, packing up their stuff. “My past,” And in my head, so nobody could hear, my dream.
Okay. Some major remodeling to be done. When I've finished re-writing my story, you won't even recognize it....



Quote of the day:



Shoulda, coulda, woulda it's so easy in the past tense.

~the truth about forever


-DarkHawk09

Neopets...my story... how do these connect? No idea....

I just got a Neopets account today. I have a pet (a Xweetok) named LiveMoon. My username is DarkHawk09, and my password is... just kidding. I'm not that dumb. Anyway, I sell petpets, and I've got two so far. They came with the account, though. And they're made out of paper/cardboard. I have another pet called VeganPrincess. I think she's a Kyrri. I am kind of out of whack right now, I'm, like, happy about stuff, and since when do I call anything "princess"? Well, except the cat in my story. Which isn't doing to well, by the way.... My story, I mean, not the cat. I've got the ending the way I like it, but the middle needs a lot of work. There's something I'm gonna start doing now, at the end of all my posts on the blog. I'm putting a quote.



You know what, Voice? My friends ARE my world.


Maximum Ride The Angel Experement


-DarkHawk09

Ug

I have major problems. And I just dumped part of them on my mom. And I feel really bad. She says it makes her feel good that I'll talk to her about it, but I still feel shallow, pouring out my problems to other people. I make myself sick. *glares at mirror in disgust*


-DarkHawk09




I found the cutest pic of Fang a while ago. I put it on my Fang blog, but not on this one... I wonder why? So anyway, that's it. I only found it cause Fang posted it.


Today is my parents thirteenth anniversary.


And I volunteered to face paint on opening day at Desert Mountain Park.


The mushy bread loaf is all gone. Apparently people like it. Or, at least, I do....



I've eaten a bowl of cereal, and three oranges today. It's... *checks watch*... 1:24 right now. I'm watching my calorie intake. No peanut butter today. *Makes sad face*.
Boo hoo.



I am now off to post on my homestead blog.


-DarkHawk09

Stuff. Rambling. Yadda Yadda Yadda...

Okay. I just realized something. I tend to start off my blog entries like this:

Okay. Blah blah blah blah....


That is strange. Anyway, I'm in charge of the kitchen today (by my own free will, not that you care) and so far, I cleaned it up while talking to my best friend, (multi-tasking!) and made banana bread. It's cooking right now. But I think I screwed something up, cause the outside is done, but the inside is mush. It might turn out okay. Only time will tell, I guess. I'm making breakfast for dinner. Scrambled tofu, hash browns, pancakes, and (vegan) sausage. If you want the recipe, check out my homesteading blog. I had softball practice today at noon, where I got to play first for the first time this year. Yeah! It got me pumped. Oh! I just took the bread out of the toaster oven. Guess what? It was on toast. It didn't bake. I have mushy mush now. It fell apart. And I didn't know what to do with the toaster oven in the first place. Guess what else? It's edible! Mmmm.. And quite good, if you like it mushy and falling apart. Which I do. So, softball. The coach wants me to pitch. I don't pitch. I catch. You know, I'm more afraid of being good than totally flopping. "cause you wouldn't believe the pressure being put on those pitchers...
I've gotta go, I'm taking an hour long walk every day, and I have to make dinner at.... six. That's in one hour.
Bye-Bye.

-DarkHawk09

P.S. I think I'm disillusioned. That you people actually care what's going on in my life, I mean....
No offence to you.....

Sarcastic Little Old Me

What defines normal, anyway?

Got me.


-DarkHawk09

I'm delirious

Okay. IF you know me, you know that I love to read. But you might not know that I read these this week.

Twilight (Twice)
New Moon (Working on twice)
Keeping the Moon
Dreamland
That Summer

I love them all. The bottom three are by Sarah Dessen. Twilight and New Moon are by Stephanie Myer.


You know, I just have a lot of free time on my hands. I don't go to school. So I read/write/draw/blog/fight with sister/and watch TV. Basically all day. And it gets really boring. Some times I feel like I don't have control over my life. I mean, that's really all I do. And it gets boring. I don't know what else I can do. I can't go anywhere, I do go outside, and I am aloud to roam the neighborhood (Sort of) but there's only so much you can do without a bike. Plus, there's nobody my age to talk to in this neighborhood. Well, there is this guy who lives down the street, but we have a history of hating each other. Since the second grade. So I'm not gonna talk to him. Plus, I can't really talk to boys my age in the first place. I get nervous, and screw up my image of indifference. Girls can be vicious. I really only have three friends, and I haven't seen them since May 2006. They live in another neighborhood. So I've got pretty much nobody to talk to, and I feel like my age is a huge limit to what I can do. My parents are really, uh, loose, I guess. I mean, they don't try to stop me from doing what I want to do. I think I might have indicated otherwise earlier.

You know, when I get mad, I tend to use bigger words, and less slang. Just another one of my fun quirks. Don't ask me why, but I do. Also, the things that make me the least mad tend to make me explode with rage, and the bigger things that really infuriate me tend to make my quieter. And normally, you can tell I'm getting mad, cause I begin to sound like I've spiked all words with venom. Which I have. You could think I'm totally over estimating my anger, but I've never blown my top at YOU. At least, I don't think I have. Ug. I really, truly feel like I'm limited. And what makes it worse, is that I limited myself. I'm sorry. I've been totally jumping subjects lately. Ug. I'm disgusted with myself.


-DarkHawk09

Untitled, again

Okay. I am so freaking sore. I played softball today, (And yesterday) and I have a cold with this really wet cough, so I can't catch my breath. I also felt like putting a sign above my head that blared I STINK AT THIS in red. I kept throwing over every one's head, and I left my glove at home. So I borrowed some one's glove, until she said, not in a mean way, that she was losing grip on her glove because I was so sweaty. I wanted to burst into flames (And hopefully sink into the ground) from the shame. When I came home I got in an ice cold shower (By choice) and jammed to "Do You Remember", then I put on my maternity pants. Then I ate, and now I'm blogging, and listening to my dad and sister watch Mythbusters. Now, I'll explain about the maternity thing before you freak. I got them by accident; they were on the wrong shelf. I'm not pregnant. I LOVE those pants though. They are this lovely olive green color, and they are so comfortable. They're not huge, or anything though. So, I was reading this book, Someone Like You, where the main character has a very
over-powering mother, a loser for a boyfriend, a pregnant best friend (Scarlett, age 16), and a drunk for a former boyfriend. So, she has to deal with her best friend being pregnant, with her best friend's boyfriend having been killed in a motorcycle accident, and her grandmother dying. I love the books written by Sarah Dessen, she writes in a very inspiring way, most of her books are about young women overcoming their problems. My mom found a book that says some thing about how one should expect a teenage girl to act like she's on LSD. Yeah right. My mom is standing over my shoulder now, threatening to turn off the computer if I don't get off. So now I'm off to read This Lullaby. My hair is finally dry!
*runs hand over hair*
Thank God.
Bye,

-DarkHawk09

Good Book? (or not)

6

Dee ran after Shadow like Kay had told her to.
“Shadow!” she called after him. He glanced over his shoulder at her, but kept running. They ran for almost ten minutes. Then Shadow halted quickly, and Dee almost tripped, trying to stop herself before she plowed over her brother.
Shadow muttered under his breath. Then aloud, he said “She got taken here. Two full grown men grabbed her, and covered her mouth and dragged her away.” He began to jog to the left. “Come this way,” he ordered.
Dee followed. A minute later they heard a scream, echoing from the direction they’d come.
“Karma,” said Dee, her incredibly expressive eyes wide and fearful.
Shadow turned to head back up the trail. Another scream, this time it was Kay. They both knew it. Shadow ran harder, Dee trailing behind by a foot or two. They ran, both pushing hard, their leg muscles hurting, neither caring. Shadow tripped over a tree root. He glanced down at his hands, splayed in the dirt. His eyes widened as black fur spread over the back of them.
“Wha’?” He said
Dee skidded to a stop, staring at him, as he mutated. They both watched as his hands grew larger, turned black, and claws came tearing out of the skin underneath his hands. He winced, and Dee wondered if it was painful. His ears slid up until they were on top of his head, and grew larger. The fur sprouted up all over him, like hyper-active grass. Dee let out a squeak, as his eyes’ pupils narrowed into a diamond shape. They turned a silvery-golden color. He opened his mouth in surprise, and Dee gasped as huge fangs came tearing out of his gums. Dee opened her mouth and started to say something. Then she closed it. What could she say? Shadow roared a panther’s roar. “GGRRRAWWWRR!”
Dee jumped. It really wasn’t a dream. She turned, and scampered up the nearest tree. Shadow flicked his tail.
“Ccllimb onnn,” said Shadow, trying to wrap his panther tongue around human speech.
Dee jumped again, and stayed put. Shadow sat down. “Come ooonn, we don’t havee much time!”
Dee slid hesitantly down the tree, and stepped nearer to Shadow. Shadow whipped his head around at something rustling in the nearby bushes. Dee clambered onto her brother’s shoulders. Shadow had become a war-horse sized panther, so Dee’s weight wasn’t too much for him. Shadow roared again.
“GGRRRAWWWRR!” Dee cringed.
“Let’s go get them!” Shadow growled, getting the hang of speech. Then he took off into the densely packed trees.







I sat there, my bound hands behind my back.
Stay away, Dee, Stay away Shadow. You can’t get caught, too.
Yeah, we got caught. I tugged at the plastic cord binding my hands together. I struggled against the rope one of the men had used to tie me to the tree with. The one with all the tattoos sneered at me. The sad thing is, there were only two men there. We got caught by two men! How pathetic is that? I looked over at Karma, tied to a tree across our clearing. Jay was next to her. I glanced down the path leading directly out of this forest. The two men had dragged us, bound and gagged, to a clearing where they had made camp. They apparently neglected to consider the fact that there could be more than three of us. So, the bald man, after rifling through all of our things, tied us to a tree, where we were supposed to spend the night. Great. The two of them sat there watching me struggle. Their backs were to the forest, and again, I wondered how much experience they had at kidnapping, or whatever their plan was. The tattooed one lit a cigarette, and I turned my face away, revolted. Dee, Shadow, stay away, don’t look for us. I pleaded. Then I shook my head.
Snap out of it! I told myself. You are stronger than them, so take them down! You’re acting like you don’t know anything! You are acting like a weak little girl! You got caught by a couple of men, you are acting plain pathetic!
I growled through the dirty rag in my mouth. These men had made a fool of me, and they would regret it. I pulled harder at the cord, adrenaline lacing through my veins. I felt something running through my blood, not the familiar adrenaline, but something… different. It was cold and red hot at the same time. It burned me, running through my blood like fire with ice spikes ramming into my veins. I cringed. It hurt, a lot, but then I felt the plastic cutting through my skin, and I was freed. I held up my hands. Blood dripped down my arm, and the plastic cord dangled uselessly from one wrist.
“How…” I asked no one in particular. Or, at least I tried to. I still had that filthy gag in my mouth. Do I have super strength now, or what?
The two thugs gaped at me. Jay and Karma stared. I pulled the gag out and spit, cleansing my mouth of whatever was on that filth they called cloth. A panther roared in the distance, and I grinned. I’d heard that panther sounded like a woman screaming. This one just sounded plain furious. I used my new found strength, and whirling my arms in the air, spattering my opponents with my blood, charged the men who’d been foolish enough to believe they’d contained me.



Shadow ran, Dee hanging on to him for dear life. He caught the scent of a cigarette on the air, and sped up. Shadow pricked his ears as something ran past him. A rabbit.
Dinner? Shadow shook his head, disgusted with himself.
You’re losing it! You’re losing control of yourself. The panther is taking over. Control it. You can do it. You have control over this body.
He stopped running. He stood there panting, arguing with himself.
What are you doing?! God! You need to get control of yourself!
Dee nudged his shoulders.
“Think of Karma,” she whispered.
Shadow began running again. You are in control…
“Think of Kay,” Dee whispered.
Is that blood I smell? Shadow opened his mouth, scenting the air. He then drew a conclusion. Not animal blood. Human. Kay’s? He narrowed his glittery golden eyes. They will not get away with this, he thought viciously.
He leapt and landed lightly, his huge paws as graceful as a kitten’s, on a tree root a couple yards away. He flexed his gigantic shredding claws, and opened his mouth. His cat tongue was red as blood against his ivory white teeth.
Forget lions, you are king of this jungle.
“GGRRRAWWWRR!!!”



I ran at them, and at the same time, I heard a truck speeding through the woods, heading our way. The two men regained themselves. But I bet none of their prisoners before had snapped the bindings. One of the men, the bald one, pulled a wicked looking knife from a sheath on his hip. He slanted it, so that it glinted in the setting sun’s reddish glare. It made the knife look bloodied already. A chill ran up my spine, but I ignored it. I was maybe two feet away from the knife-wielding one, when I ducked and purposefully slid to his side, pulling an equally deadly knife from my boot. I slashed at his right ankle, feeling the weapon puncture his flesh, and he howled in pain. Then his face contorted with rage, he aimed his knife at me, preparing to throw. By no means was he giving up this easily. I leapt to my feet. His aim rose with me. I could see that if he threw, it would hit me square in the chest. The bald man paused, knowing my life was in his hands, then the man threw it, and his comrade laughed at me. As I ducked the knife spun past me, shaving through the rope binding Karma to the tree. I watched as it struck. I watched as Karma stood, loosening her hands. She turned to join the fight.
You can’t let her endanger her life!
“Karma, run!” I yelled “Get Jay and RUN!”
Karma was crying, she stopped when I yelled, the tears smudging the dirt on her face. She turned and yanked the knife out of the tree; a small piece of bark was still stuck to the edge. She cut Jay free, and turned back to the fight. Jay stood, rubbing his wrists where the cord had been. Large red welts disfigured his skin there, and I felt a pang of fury. Who could do this to him? I shook off my rage. Anger only gets in the way, I told myself grimly. The man with the tattoos had just been watching, but as Karma had pulled herself free, he’d ground out the cigarette, and pulled a long dagger from its hilt. “Karma, GO! Get help!” I screamed
She nodded reluctantly, and grabbed Jay’s hand as they both ran into the trees. The man chased them, but I was confident that he would not find them. I yelled once more,
“Karma look out-” but I was muffled by the bald man covering my mouth. He wrestled me to the ground, and put his hands on my shoulders. I growled and bucked, but he was too strong. “It must be humiliating to almost have been beaten by a girl,” I spit at him.
His eyes glittered dangerously, as he tied my hands together, pushing me into the waiting truck.

Shadow knew something was very wrong. The smell of blood was stronger, sharper. He poured on the speed. He urged himself to go faster. He heard a twig snap behind him. Shadow whirled, his huge panther paws skidding to a halt. He growled a warning growl, teeth bared. Whatever it was came closer, ignoring the threat that he posed. He was almost three minutes away from the blood shed, he could smell it. Three of his friends were there, he and Dee should be there now. He turned to leave, but the wind shifted, and he caught a scent that confused him greatly.
Two little shapes came out of the shadows at the base of the trees.
“Karma? Jay?” Dee asked wonderingly.
“Dee? Are you riding a giant cat?” asked a familiar voice.
“It’s me, Shadow, ” said Shadow.
Karma jumped at the sound of his growly voice, and hesitated.
“What happened?” asked Shadow “I can smell blood,”
Karma then explained everything in a rush. Jay added things here and there.
Shadows eyes got narrower, and glitterier with every word they said.
He stopped her halfway through.
“Get on. Now,” He ordered.
“Can you carry three?” asked Dee. “We can walk,” she added
“I can,” he said trying to sound positive.
I’d better be able to. He added silently.
Jay climbed on, and then Karma. They both looked extremely nervous.
“What if you lose control?” Jay asked what they’d all been thinking.
“I won’t,” he said simply. Then Shadow ran in the direction the smell of blood was coming from.



















7




I turned, leaping for the door. It slammed in my face. I searched for a latch, or a lever, or something that would get me out. When that didn’t work, I began pounding on the door.
I was in a truck; it was about the size of a moving van, with the big trailer type thing on the back. That’s where I was. So, I could stand in it, but that was about all. I turned, and walked calmly to the back of the truck. I faced the door. Then, I ran with all my might. I could feel the strange twinging pain receding. My strength fading. So, after running the few feet of space I had, I slammed my shoulder into the door with everything I had. Wham!
It did nothing, other than give me a huge bruise. So much for that plan. I rubbed my shoulder. I hated the feeling of hopelessness, like there was nothing I could ever do about that situation. It made me freak-ing furious. It made me want to do everything within my power to escape. But most of all, it made me want to kill. It whipped me into a frenzied, senseless anger. And hopelessness shoved the real me underneath it’s many layers, and let loose a killer who’s greatest dream was not to stay alive and see her family again, as mine was, but to kill everything within sight, and draw blood. That really scared me. That’s why I hate the feeling of hopelessness. I put my hands against the door, and shoved with all I had, hating how weak I was. I sank down onto the floor, and wrapped my arms around my knees. I tried to hold back the horrible feeling of having no hope. What do I do now? I can’t let them have me. I shouldn’t have even let them see my power. That probably numbers up pretty high in the “Most Stupid Things I’ve Done” list. God. We all knew that any normal person who saw our powers had to die before they could say anything. I mean, are we supposed to take their word of honor that they won’t tell the FBI or whoever that there’s a group of kids with mind powers running around? I don’t think so. The protection of me and the people I’m close to come first. Strangers are last. So, I had just endangered Karma, and Dee, and Jay, and Shadow. And me. By trying to escape. It was one of those moments where, if life had a rewind button, you’d definitely punch it.
That really wasn’t smart. Now, what do I do? Maybe I can leave Karma and Jay out of it. The two men never even saw Dee or Shadow, so I don’t need to worry about them. Karma and Jay looked terrified when I broke that cord, so if Tattoo and Baldie have the brains, they’ll think that I’m the only one with powers! ‘Course, they probably have the collective IQ of cheese, so I might have to spell it out for them…
I sat there, thinking, trying to come up with a fault proof story, when the truck started rumbling, and groaning. It sounded like it was a million years old. So, we were moving. Where are they taking me? What do I do now? I can’t just sit here! It’s in my nature to fight with every thing I have, even when I know it’s not enough. I glanced up for the first time. The top of the truck was open, only metal bars blocked my way. The bars were about five inches apart. And they were thin. Thin enough to be torn away?



If you are wondering about the whole Shadow-is-a-panther thing, I have no idea where that came from.

-DarkHawk09

So Totally Random

Okay. I'm typing in a few totally random thoughts. So, here they are.


1) I really want to learn how to play the guitar/drums.

2) I HATE these things. They drive me wild: Stereotyping. Sexism. Pop music (It's a really creepy love/hate thing). Animal cruelty. People who don't appreciate works of art, written, or painted. People who think that because I'm a girl, I can't do anything worthwhile. The saying that a woman's job, is to be "Pregnant, barefoot, and in the kitchen". And last, but DEFINITELY not least, Oreos. *Sigh*. That's out of my system.

3) I love the author Sarah Dessen.


4) I need a new notebook. (I AM a writer)


5) Kay, and Shadow (See current story idea) are so going to end up together. That IS a duh type thing, I just wanted to say that.


6) I have to get back into shape for softball.


7) I have a huge crush on Fang. And I know it. All of you girls out there who've read Maximum Ride know what I'm talking about. And the guys probably have a clue, also.


8) I'm dying of "Girl Scout Cookie Deprivation". It's a new type of sickness. It's been scientifically proven. (Not Really).

9) I finally have a babysitting job. It's a miracle!!!

10) I finally figured out what a "Muse" is. It's a god(?) who helps people write. I found that out from "Totally normal chaos", because the main girl read the Odyssey, and pointed out the muse part.

11) I wonder what people say behind my back. Do they say, "Oh, that DarkHawk09, she's so mature/intelegent." (<--- That's what my mother thinks they say),
or do they say, "That DarkHawk09, she's so easy to fool/take advantage of. And she has really low self-esteem." (<---------That's what I think they say)?


12) I really need to get off. Like, right this second.


13) Thirteen is my favorite, (not lucky, cause that's nine) number.


Peace Out,

-DarkHawk09