Chapter 3 : Rage
One week after the indecent, King George had news for Prince Jay.
"I will let the Kitsune go" King George told Jay.
"Really?" jay asked, confused.
"Why yes" King George answered as he winked to Prince Cole as he smiled back. They took off the Kitsunes chains as everyone cheered, jay sensed something was up.
"Now!" King George yelled as a group of Guards and Cole surrounded her and started whipping her. Then the citizens circled her and started Kicking and Slapping her as the Kitsune started crying.
"Stop it!" jay yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed jay in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as jay could only watch...
One week after the indecent, King George had news for Prince Jay.
"I will let the Kitsune go" King George told Jay.
"Really?" jay asked, confused.
"Why yes" King George answered as he winked to Prince Cole as he smiled back. They took off the Kitsunes chains as everyone cheered, jay sensed something was up.
"Now!" King George yelled as a group of Guards and Cole surrounded her and started whipping her. Then the citizens circled her and started Kicking and Slapping her as the Kitsune started crying.
"Stop it!" jay yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed jay in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as jay could only watch...
Okay, some Marafiki and I made up a song we call, "The Hunger Games" to the tune of "Glad wewe Came"
Okay here it goes,
The sun goes down, the tributes come out.
And all I know, is Cato's here now.
My leg will never be the same.
The Hunger Games, The Hunger Games.
(All of the o o o o o o o 's... xD)
wewe cast a spell on me, spell on me.
wewe hit me like your present fell on me, fell on me.
I decided wewe work well with me, well with me.
So let's go somewhere no one else can see wewe n' me
Turn the lights out NOW.
Now I'll take wewe kwa the hand.
Hand wewe some medicine.
Drink it if wewe can.
Can wewe spend a little time?
Time is slipping away.
Away from us, so stay.
Stay with me, I can make, make wewe Victor.
(And then wewe repeat. ツ I think of this every time I hear "Glad wewe Came")
Okay here it goes,
The sun goes down, the tributes come out.
And all I know, is Cato's here now.
My leg will never be the same.
The Hunger Games, The Hunger Games.
(All of the o o o o o o o 's... xD)
wewe cast a spell on me, spell on me.
wewe hit me like your present fell on me, fell on me.
I decided wewe work well with me, well with me.
So let's go somewhere no one else can see wewe n' me
Turn the lights out NOW.
Now I'll take wewe kwa the hand.
Hand wewe some medicine.
Drink it if wewe can.
Can wewe spend a little time?
Time is slipping away.
Away from us, so stay.
Stay with me, I can make, make wewe Victor.
(And then wewe repeat. ツ I think of this every time I hear "Glad wewe Came")
Now that wewe left me....
My soul is crying
Out to the world
Above me.
Now that wewe left me....
I couldn't figure out
How to go on with life
And I stayed right on....
With my despair.
Now that wewe left me....
wewe broke my heart,
And now it's covered in broken glass,
Oh broken glass......
It's time to songesha on now...
But I can't help feeling the tragedy
Of that lonesome night...
How the world jeered at me.
The world hurt me.
There's no zaidi hope left,
So face the truth.
I am a piece of broken glass,
Shimmering in the dark and dreary night
My moyo broke
When it felt like the end of the world...
And boy, was it the end of the world.
I was broken glass,
And nobody seemed to care about me.
I am broken glass.
I am heartbroken.
I am...
No more.
My soul is crying
Out to the world
Above me.
Now that wewe left me....
I couldn't figure out
How to go on with life
And I stayed right on....
With my despair.
Now that wewe left me....
wewe broke my heart,
And now it's covered in broken glass,
Oh broken glass......
It's time to songesha on now...
But I can't help feeling the tragedy
Of that lonesome night...
How the world jeered at me.
The world hurt me.
There's no zaidi hope left,
So face the truth.
I am a piece of broken glass,
Shimmering in the dark and dreary night
My moyo broke
When it felt like the end of the world...
And boy, was it the end of the world.
I was broken glass,
And nobody seemed to care about me.
I am broken glass.
I am heartbroken.
I am...
No more.
So here i am
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if wewe believe
wewe turn to me
wewe say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
wewe reply
"I believe in wewe and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but wewe will always
upendo me
even if wewe are
a stuffed monkey
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if wewe believe
wewe turn to me
wewe say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
wewe reply
"I believe in wewe and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but wewe will always
upendo me
even if wewe are
a stuffed monkey
Chapter 6
Okay, so were was I last time before I got hurt? Oh right now I remember. So battling demons, to be honest it scares the living soul out of me. Pretty much that's what those evil things are after. Alright your probably thinking what in the world is she talking about, She was hurt! Yes I realize that. I am just going to give wewe some info about those ugly things. Okay.
Rule 1-Never try to reason with them. That's just stupid and they will take your soul.
Rule 2-Please don't look into there eyes! If wewe do let's just say wewe will be sorry.
Rule 3-Always have a wepon.
Rule 4-Don't and I mean don't let them ever sneak up on you. You'll be a goner.
Rule 5 last rule- Never have a really hot guy helping wewe trying to fight these things. wewe will be focused on him! Not the demon!
That's why I blame Nick. Damn why did he have to be so darn hot.
I open my eyes and lucky me. Guess who's hovering over me? A demon.
Okay, so were was I last time before I got hurt? Oh right now I remember. So battling demons, to be honest it scares the living soul out of me. Pretty much that's what those evil things are after. Alright your probably thinking what in the world is she talking about, She was hurt! Yes I realize that. I am just going to give wewe some info about those ugly things. Okay.
Rule 1-Never try to reason with them. That's just stupid and they will take your soul.
Rule 2-Please don't look into there eyes! If wewe do let's just say wewe will be sorry.
Rule 3-Always have a wepon.
Rule 4-Don't and I mean don't let them ever sneak up on you. You'll be a goner.
Rule 5 last rule- Never have a really hot guy helping wewe trying to fight these things. wewe will be focused on him! Not the demon!
That's why I blame Nick. Damn why did he have to be so darn hot.
I open my eyes and lucky me. Guess who's hovering over me? A demon.
Thursday
Lots to blog about. Today was interview day. The principal made all 8th graders go through a mock interview for the experience. We had to dress appropriate and respectable. I wore a tight black and grey dress with a black ukanda above the waist with black wedges. My interview guy was this old fart whose wrinkles hid his emotions. His face was so wrinkled that I couldn't tell whether he was smiling, frowning, au laughing. I think my interview went okay. When I got back with my mduara, duara of friends, they told me how their interviewers were complimenting them and saying how much they loved this resumes and cover letters. He didn't say anything nice au mean. He did however joke with me. In other glorious news, Kyle took me out for ice cream. How cool is that?! He had chokoleti and I had vanilla. We sat and talked. It was just the two of us. kwa inayofuata week, Kyle will surely be my boyfriend.
Lots to blog about. Today was interview day. The principal made all 8th graders go through a mock interview for the experience. We had to dress appropriate and respectable. I wore a tight black and grey dress with a black ukanda above the waist with black wedges. My interview guy was this old fart whose wrinkles hid his emotions. His face was so wrinkled that I couldn't tell whether he was smiling, frowning, au laughing. I think my interview went okay. When I got back with my mduara, duara of friends, they told me how their interviewers were complimenting them and saying how much they loved this resumes and cover letters. He didn't say anything nice au mean. He did however joke with me. In other glorious news, Kyle took me out for ice cream. How cool is that?! He had chokoleti and I had vanilla. We sat and talked. It was just the two of us. kwa inayofuata week, Kyle will surely be my boyfriend.