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Post by Tuesday on Apr 28, 2008 20:17:37 GMT -5
((new story for moi...hehe french lol))
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Post by Tuesday on Apr 28, 2008 20:26:46 GMT -5
We all have a pretty normal life where I live, and nothing really exciting happens a whole lot. We go to school dances, attempt to make good grades, and ponder about college. Most of my friends wish to graduate and fly off to their new lives. Yet, I'm different. I can't stand the thought of change, and quite frankly it scares me. Actually, it's not even change that scares me, it's never seeing any of my friends again. I guess before I begin I should forewarn you that everything in this story is completely and utterly true. These are my first hand experiences, and memories. I guess the first thing to do is introduce myself...
Hey there everyone my name is, Sara Cardenas. And I am a Witch.
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Post by Tuesday on Apr 29, 2008 16:16:44 GMT -5
Now before you freak out completely let me explain a few things. First off I am not a fake witch. Meaning I'm not one of those who thinks "Wicca" is real, cause it's not. Seriously, adding grass, water, and honey together will only create a big mess. Also, I am not a school taught witch. That would be cool, but unfortuneately that's not me. I was found by my mentor and taught by him. I guess for you to fully understand I have to go to the beginning. You see, I wasn't always a witch, I was your regular old normal teenager.
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Post by Tuesday on Apr 29, 2008 22:33:33 GMT -5
Ring. Ring. Ring....RIng. Ring.
"UGH,"I groanded as I jumped out of bed to answer the wretched phone.
Scrambling everywhere in my tornado of a room, I searched for the phone that had interrupted my wonderful sleep. Finally Success!
"Hello," I growled out. I'm usually cranky in the morning.
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Post by Tuesday on Apr 29, 2008 23:07:52 GMT -5
"Uh, Sara,"My best friend Rachel answered hesitantly," It's almost nine and school's already begun. Are you gonna pick me up?"
I blinked twice and spun around to look at my alarm clock, which Sure enough said 9:00AM.
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Post by Tuesday on Apr 29, 2008 23:10:28 GMT -5
"Shit," I cried out," I'm so sorry, Rachel! Crap, don't worry I'm on my way."
Tossing the phone aside, I scrambled to find clean jeans. Let me just say that putting on a t-shirt, running down a flight of stairs, backpack dragged behind me, and a toothbrush in my mouth; is not an easy task to do.
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Post by Tuesday on Apr 29, 2008 23:13:35 GMT -5
Finally, when everything was in its proper place, I ran out to the garage. Smacking the button on the wall to open the garage, I dashed to the other side of my silver BMW...Yeah, I wish. Opening the door to my Used Gold Chevy Cavalier, I paused for a second to see if I forgot anything. Assuming not, I closed my door turned on the engine and gunned it out of my garage.
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Post by Tuesday on Apr 29, 2008 23:16:19 GMT -5
Speeding through my subdivision is usually a bad idea considering the place always has police patrolling around. But I was in a hurry, so of course I sped. Going 50mph down a 30mph road is not something I normally do; turning onto a side road, I pulled to a screeching stop outside Rachel's house and honked the horn.
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Post by Wednesday on Apr 30, 2008 6:00:21 GMT -5
Hehehe
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Post by Tuesday on May 6, 2008 11:19:39 GMT -5
As usual she waved her hand to me from inside her and went to gather her things for school and I turned the radio to our favorite morning talkshow, the Skull Show. One of the most popular radio stations in my city. I glanced up as I listened to their latest rant and watched as Rachel came up to my car and put her backpack in the backseat.
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Post by Tuesday on May 6, 2008 11:50:13 GMT -5
"Rachel, I am so sorry! I didn't set my alarm last night, I'm really sorry,"I apologized profusely as she climbed into the passenger. She looked over at me with her ever-changing blue eyes and smiled.
"Sara, it's ok. Calm down, as long as we get there in time for english then everything will be ok." Rachel is probably the only one who can calm me down in a crisis. She is my best friend in the world, even if she is a little crazy.
I backed out of her drive and headed to school. Rachel glanced at my spedometer,"You don't need to speed, we're already late. Just get us there safe." That's Rachel for you, safety first when it comes to cars. Maybe that's a good thing for me though, I have a feeling that if I didn't drive her to and from school as often as I do I probably would be a drag racer...I love speeding, but I try my hardest to not do it. I would have so many tickets if I did.
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Post by Monday on May 8, 2008 10:00:38 GMT -5
((wow, this is great! lol. i love how it sounds all normal and what not at the very beginning, and then there's the whole, "I'm a witch" thing. that was hillarious. i thought this was going to be like a confessions story or something. lol))
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Post by Tuesday on May 22, 2008 12:22:31 GMT -5
We pulled to the school in the span of 12 minutes flat. While Rachel had been talking to me I had slowly managed to increase my speed.
"So, do we go straight to class then," Rachel asked.
"No we have to go the Attendance office and get a pass. Trust me, this isn't the first time I've been late," I told her.
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Post by Tuesday on May 22, 2008 12:25:41 GMT -5
After we got our passes for class, we headed down to our AP english classroom...yay...Of course when we got there everyone was completely silent and as soon as we entered we were welcomed with an intense staredown from our classmates. Can you say awkward? Our teacher, who obviously didn't approve of our late arrival, gave us the "look". Rachel and I looked at each other nervously and got into our seats. Almost immediately our teacher Ms. Watley was upon us.
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Post by Tuesday on May 28, 2008 21:10:05 GMT -5
"We are writing timed essays today,"She told us, "You have until the end of the period. Begin." She handed us our prompt and left us to fend for ourselves. This wasn't an all to unusual thing to do in our class. We constantly write essays, and most of the time with a prompt that no one cares about. So we began.
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