It's funny. We're so different. Me and Kein. He's so shy. Quiet. Introverted.
But I think I would die if I couldn't talk to people.
Even our mark. He is curious, true. But he's curious in a different way. He just need to know things, then he's fine. He just needs knowledge.
Me? I need to see those things. Be out in those places he reads about. I want to leave. Go somewhere else. See something no one's seen.
I wonder about the other planes. I want to see them. Travel there. Why can't we? The Faeries are clever. And magickal. They could let us.
Sometimes I don't like the Faeries. What they did. They made it impossible to find out your sexuality. I have liked two girls. Three boys. What does that mean? Am I bi? Gay? I don't know. Nobody really has a sexuality anymore. But we still say we do. But everyone is the same.
Maybe that's good. I don't know. I guess the Fae thought so. But I want to be different. Not like everyone. I want to be accepted, sure. Everyone wants that. But still an individual.
But everyone's the same. Equally talented. Same sexuality. All open-minded. No religion, anymore. We have different personalities. Different talents. But we're all the same. I hate it.
I want to leave.
* * *
I went to Kein's house the siku after he fell asleep. I kept teasing him about it. Sleeping during class. And an honers student like himself.
I sat inayofuata to the window, him, the aisle. He pulled a book from his bag. I grinned. kusoma again. He loves reading.
I watched him for a while, until I got bored. Stared out the window. Got bored. I tried kusoma over his shoulder, but I hate reading. It always seemed redundant to me.
"Whatcha reading?" I asked.
"It's a book on the different realities. It covers bonds and Faeries. We learnt about it in class, and I found it intriguing, so Ms. Satari let me borrow a book on it."
'Intriguing.' Who says that?
"Anyway, she alisema she'll give me extra credit if I write a book ripoti on it," he went on.
"Like wewe need better grades."
"There's nothing wrong with bringing your grades up, Mic. wewe should try it sometime." He kept reading.
I glared at him. He ignored me. I went back to staring out the window.
I saw Kein's house slid into view. Nudged Kein. He looked up, saw his house. Stood. I handed him his backpack, grabbed mine, followed him down the aisle.
We walked down the driveway and through the front door. I smelled sausage. His mom's always making food.
Kein dumped his backpack on the living room floor. I followed suit.
"Would wewe like to go up to my room?" Kein asked.
I shrugged. "Sure."
He went around the corner, up the stairs. I went after him. Down a hallway. Open a door. There was Kein's room. Small. Ratty green carpet. One window. Chunky computer.
Homey.
I kicked off my shoes and climbed on his bed. Kein sat down at his computer and started it up.
I laid down and closed my eyes. The computer hummed. Kein typed something in. Then a long pause. A click. zaidi typing. Scrolling. Another click.
I sat up. "Watcha doing?"
"Researching."
"Researching what?"
"Planes."
I walked to him and looked over his shoulder. "You're obsessed with those now, aren't you?"
"You don't find them interesting?"
"Of course I do." Kein clicked on a website. We waited as it loaded.
"Do wewe think the other altered realities are different from ours?" Kein asked. "I mean, to wewe suppose they are altered in different ways?"
"Never really thought about it," I said. The website popped up. 'Contact a Citizen from Another Plane.' That's what it was titled.
"That's a bunch of bologna," I said.
"You don't know that," he said.
"I do."
"It may work, Mic."
"Go ahead and try."
"I will."
I shrugged and went back to his bed. Lay down. I was tired.
'Click. Clackety-clack." Kein went along on his computer.
But I think I would die if I couldn't talk to people.
Even our mark. He is curious, true. But he's curious in a different way. He just need to know things, then he's fine. He just needs knowledge.
Me? I need to see those things. Be out in those places he reads about. I want to leave. Go somewhere else. See something no one's seen.
I wonder about the other planes. I want to see them. Travel there. Why can't we? The Faeries are clever. And magickal. They could let us.
Sometimes I don't like the Faeries. What they did. They made it impossible to find out your sexuality. I have liked two girls. Three boys. What does that mean? Am I bi? Gay? I don't know. Nobody really has a sexuality anymore. But we still say we do. But everyone is the same.
Maybe that's good. I don't know. I guess the Fae thought so. But I want to be different. Not like everyone. I want to be accepted, sure. Everyone wants that. But still an individual.
But everyone's the same. Equally talented. Same sexuality. All open-minded. No religion, anymore. We have different personalities. Different talents. But we're all the same. I hate it.
I want to leave.
* * *
I went to Kein's house the siku after he fell asleep. I kept teasing him about it. Sleeping during class. And an honers student like himself.
I sat inayofuata to the window, him, the aisle. He pulled a book from his bag. I grinned. kusoma again. He loves reading.
I watched him for a while, until I got bored. Stared out the window. Got bored. I tried kusoma over his shoulder, but I hate reading. It always seemed redundant to me.
"Whatcha reading?" I asked.
"It's a book on the different realities. It covers bonds and Faeries. We learnt about it in class, and I found it intriguing, so Ms. Satari let me borrow a book on it."
'Intriguing.' Who says that?
"Anyway, she alisema she'll give me extra credit if I write a book ripoti on it," he went on.
"Like wewe need better grades."
"There's nothing wrong with bringing your grades up, Mic. wewe should try it sometime." He kept reading.
I glared at him. He ignored me. I went back to staring out the window.
I saw Kein's house slid into view. Nudged Kein. He looked up, saw his house. Stood. I handed him his backpack, grabbed mine, followed him down the aisle.
We walked down the driveway and through the front door. I smelled sausage. His mom's always making food.
Kein dumped his backpack on the living room floor. I followed suit.
"Would wewe like to go up to my room?" Kein asked.
I shrugged. "Sure."
He went around the corner, up the stairs. I went after him. Down a hallway. Open a door. There was Kein's room. Small. Ratty green carpet. One window. Chunky computer.
Homey.
I kicked off my shoes and climbed on his bed. Kein sat down at his computer and started it up.
I laid down and closed my eyes. The computer hummed. Kein typed something in. Then a long pause. A click. zaidi typing. Scrolling. Another click.
I sat up. "Watcha doing?"
"Researching."
"Researching what?"
"Planes."
I walked to him and looked over his shoulder. "You're obsessed with those now, aren't you?"
"You don't find them interesting?"
"Of course I do." Kein clicked on a website. We waited as it loaded.
"Do wewe think the other altered realities are different from ours?" Kein asked. "I mean, to wewe suppose they are altered in different ways?"
"Never really thought about it," I said. The website popped up. 'Contact a Citizen from Another Plane.' That's what it was titled.
"That's a bunch of bologna," I said.
"You don't know that," he said.
"I do."
"It may work, Mic."
"Go ahead and try."
"I will."
I shrugged and went back to his bed. Lay down. I was tired.
'Click. Clackety-clack." Kein went along on his computer.
Thursday
Tammie's best friend Hazel likes this boy named Donald. Hazel has been obsessing over him for almost a week now. I am sick and tired of hearing about Donald's butt! I don't know why she would do this but after school yesterday, Tammie told me that she and Donald kissed! Excuse YOU?! Hazel was mad as heck. I never seen smoke come out someone's ears like that. Lets just say that Tammie and Hazel probably won't ever be Marafiki again. Bad news is that Tammie will now be obsessing over him. Someone save me from the insanity of this building. Good news is that my mom finally got me a puppy. She swear she hates wanyama but I found her cooing to the new puppy. I have been thinking of names for him au her. I don't know if it is even a girl au a boy! What kind of mother doesn't know her own baby's gender. I have to look up how to tell the difference between a boy wiener dog and a girl wiener dog. See ya, awesome sauce blog! (the phrase 'awesome sauce' is very maarufu at my school.)
Tammie's best friend Hazel likes this boy named Donald. Hazel has been obsessing over him for almost a week now. I am sick and tired of hearing about Donald's butt! I don't know why she would do this but after school yesterday, Tammie told me that she and Donald kissed! Excuse YOU?! Hazel was mad as heck. I never seen smoke come out someone's ears like that. Lets just say that Tammie and Hazel probably won't ever be Marafiki again. Bad news is that Tammie will now be obsessing over him. Someone save me from the insanity of this building. Good news is that my mom finally got me a puppy. She swear she hates wanyama but I found her cooing to the new puppy. I have been thinking of names for him au her. I don't know if it is even a girl au a boy! What kind of mother doesn't know her own baby's gender. I have to look up how to tell the difference between a boy wiener dog and a girl wiener dog. See ya, awesome sauce blog! (the phrase 'awesome sauce' is very maarufu at my school.)
Chapter 5: Fight!!
The inayofuata morning, jay heard cheering. When he went outside he saw a horrible thing. The Kitsune was being forced to fight a giant lizard, while the Kitsune was still very injured.
"No!" jay yelled as he grabbed a sword and ran toward the mjusi with his sword.
"What!?" Prince Cole shouted in surprise. The audience started booing as Nick saved the Kitsune.
Then the Guards grabbed the Kitsune and put her in her cage. jay walked to the Kitsunes cage, and saw the citizens children pulling the Kitsune's tails and Ears as she was chained to the ground while the adults spit at her.
"Why do wewe keep bullying her!?" jay yelled as they stopped.
"Don't stop!" Cole yelled as he pulled out a kisu and started cutting the Kitsune's arm's and legs. Than jay pushed Cole and Blocked him from hurting her.
The inayofuata morning, jay heard cheering. When he went outside he saw a horrible thing. The Kitsune was being forced to fight a giant lizard, while the Kitsune was still very injured.
"No!" jay yelled as he grabbed a sword and ran toward the mjusi with his sword.
"What!?" Prince Cole shouted in surprise. The audience started booing as Nick saved the Kitsune.
Then the Guards grabbed the Kitsune and put her in her cage. jay walked to the Kitsunes cage, and saw the citizens children pulling the Kitsune's tails and Ears as she was chained to the ground while the adults spit at her.
"Why do wewe keep bullying her!?" jay yelled as they stopped.
"Don't stop!" Cole yelled as he pulled out a kisu and started cutting the Kitsune's arm's and legs. Than jay pushed Cole and Blocked him from hurting her.
1. Fantasy
2. Realistic Fiction
3. Globes
4. Rain
5. The Significance of Pens and Pencils
6. Good foods
7. Colors
8. Drama
9. Quotes
10. TV/Comic Characters
11. Angels on Earth
12. Being a unicorn!
13. Being a Guinea Pig.... ;D
14. Being a Dog. :D
15. Inventions
16. Hybrid/Mutant Animals
17. How to Make Duct Tape Roses
18. Winning a Nobel Peace Prize (What would your speech be!?)
19. Being a Snowman
20. Being Clay/Play Dough/Model Magic
21. Being Socks (YUCK.)
22. Writer's Block (It helps)
23. School
24. Turtles!!!!! (AWESOME!!)
25. Jokes
26. Dogs
27. Lightening
28. Storms
29. Sun
30. Planets
31. Space
32. Awesomeness
33. Horror
34. Biking
35. Nature
36. Monkeys
37. Trees
38. Leaves
Some of these things I prefer to write about while others hate uandishi about it. That's fine! All wewe need to brainstorm is a single word and start writing.
2. Realistic Fiction
3. Globes
4. Rain
5. The Significance of Pens and Pencils
6. Good foods
7. Colors
8. Drama
9. Quotes
10. TV/Comic Characters
11. Angels on Earth
12. Being a unicorn!
13. Being a Guinea Pig.... ;D
14. Being a Dog. :D
15. Inventions
16. Hybrid/Mutant Animals
17. How to Make Duct Tape Roses
18. Winning a Nobel Peace Prize (What would your speech be!?)
19. Being a Snowman
20. Being Clay/Play Dough/Model Magic
21. Being Socks (YUCK.)
22. Writer's Block (It helps)
23. School
24. Turtles!!!!! (AWESOME!!)
25. Jokes
26. Dogs
27. Lightening
28. Storms
29. Sun
30. Planets
31. Space
32. Awesomeness
33. Horror
34. Biking
35. Nature
36. Monkeys
37. Trees
38. Leaves
Some of these things I prefer to write about while others hate uandishi about it. That's fine! All wewe need to brainstorm is a single word and start writing.
Well, this is a song I wrote.
I've heard it wrong
There's been a mistake
There was a time when I won and I knew it
We will go on and on and on and on
There will be no zaidi mistakes
For the future
We will fight through it all without complaint
We are the winners, my friend
And we'll fight through it all in the end
There's no time to lose it
Cuz we are the winners
Well, I know that it's been a great day
We've done it all
We've been the best we can be and wewe know it
We are the winners, my friend.
I've heard it wrong
There's been a mistake
There was a time when I won and I knew it
We will go on and on and on and on
There will be no zaidi mistakes
For the future
We will fight through it all without complaint
We are the winners, my friend
And we'll fight through it all in the end
There's no time to lose it
Cuz we are the winners
Well, I know that it's been a great day
We've done it all
We've been the best we can be and wewe know it
We are the winners, my friend.