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Post by Tuesday on May 28, 2008 21:15:38 GMT -5
When I take essays, well I admit I'm not the type to stay focused during an essay of any kind. So, it's no wonder really when I begna to day dream. AS my mind wondered to another world beyond essay's, I began to feel a prickling sensation on the back of my neck. I was being watched, intently. I stared around the classroom, trying to find who was staring at me. No one was. I was beginning to get a little nervous. Finally I glanced out the window and almost let out a sccream. A man of about twenty was standing there, staring right at me. Seeing him there terrified me, especially considering I hadn't thought he'd be there. I raised my hand timidly to call over Ms. Watley.
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 24, 2008 15:41:13 GMT -5
"Yes, Sara," She said in her monotone voice. "Uh, Ms. Watley. There's a man outside the window,"I told her, my eyes only leaving him to look up at her , SHe looked out the window, then looked at me with a funny look. "Sara, there's no one there," She told me.
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 24, 2008 15:50:48 GMT -5
My eyes darted back to the window, sure enough no one was there. By now the entire class was staring at us. "But,"I started confused beyond reason,"he was right there. I saw him!" "Sara, if this is an excuse for more time-" "Of course not! I'm not that type of person!"I interrupted. I stared at the window, I could feel Rachel's eyes staring at me worridly. This was insane! I knew he was there!
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 24, 2008 15:54:13 GMT -5
Ms. Watley must've realized that her class was no longer focusing on the essay. "Get back to your essays,"She told them sternly, then turned back to me,"Stop distracting the class. No one is there, so stop being distractful." She turned away from me and walked back to her desk in a manner that clearly stated "I'm an authority figure! Therefore I win." Which sucks! So there I was feeling as though justice had not been served.
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 24, 2008 16:03:14 GMT -5
Grabbing my prompt from my desk, I crumpled it into a ball with it in hand I glared at my teacher. "Try this for distracting!"I yelled and threw my crumpled up prompt right smack into her face. The entire class was silent before I heard movement and the sound a papers crumpling, suddenly the whole class was throwing paper balls at Ms. Watley....
Oh Please! I would never even think to do that to my teacher. No instead of following my overactive imagination, I merely sat there glaring at my desk. My eyes raised slowly to the window once more...No one was there. My eyes went back to glaring at my desk...I knew I wasn't going to be doing the prompt today. WHich was fine with me especially since I usually got good grades in English and I knew it would hurt me at all if I didn't do one prompt.
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 25, 2008 21:32:53 GMT -5
The bell rang, signalling our release to our next class...or lunch for some. Lucky skanks. Sadly I have the last lunch of the day, which isn't very fun since by then all the food is gone. I dashed out of our classroom with my head bowed down, I was so angry at what had happened. Not to mention the fact that my own teacher made me look like I was a complete liar. Rachel ran up to my side and walked with me quietly. THat's another thing about Rachel, she'll stay quiet for minutes and wait for me to start talking. Actually she's the only one who can get me to open up anymore. We silently walked down the hallway until I couldn't stand it anymore. "I'm not lying, Rachel. He was there," I told her quietly. I stopped and turned so I could face her head on. She looked at me with her intense blue eyes and remained silent. "He was staring at me. Like he knew who I was or something. Rachel please believe me."
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Post by Tuesday on Jul 23, 2008 21:07:11 GMT -5
"I do, "She said quietly, "I believe ya." I was so happy I could've danced for joy, but of course I didn't, "Thanks Rachel! I just needed someone to believe me." We continued to walk down the hall until we came to the intersection where we split apart. Rachel told me not let it bug me and left to go head off to lunch, while I left for art.
I was walking through our courtyard to the separate art building,(why it's separate is beyond me) When I began to feel that same prickling sensation at the back of my neck. I was being watched yet again! I stopped and stared around in search for the eyes that were watching me. Getting pretty fed up with the whole idea of someone playing with my head, I couldn't help but sigh in frusturation. I jumped about ten feet in the air when I heard the Bell ring. Shocked I looked around and realized I was the only one left in the courtyard. 'Crap I thought to myself, 'Just perfect for this wonderful effing day.' I began to walk to the building when I realized the sensation of being watched was still with me.
I glanced around and saw him. And to my utter surprise and amazement, he was sitting...ontop of the lightpole in the center of the courtyard. "Holy shit," I muttered outloud. Trust me, seeing someone sitting ontop of a 20ft pole is enough to mutter a few cuss words.
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Post by Tuesday on Jul 27, 2008 22:26:06 GMT -5
"Hey," He called out to me in a cocky voice. I stared up at him with a blank look on my face, slowly I turned away from the direction of the lightpole and began to walk away towards building. Like I said earlier, my mind tends to drift in the land of daydreams. Apparently my imagination was getting the better of me.
"Hey hey!" He shouted to me, "Don't walk away! I need to talk to you!" Yes...my imagination really is getting wilder than usual. I picked up my pace a bit, trying to ignore my imaginary stalker. I was almost to the doors of the building when I blinked and he was right in front of me. It hadn't been even a second! It had been a milisecond blink and he was in front of me!
"Shit," I yelped in surprise and stumbled backwards. He managed to grab me by the arm before I had a chance to fall. As soon as his hand touched me, I immediately had a feeling something big was gonna happen.
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Post by Wednesday on Jul 28, 2008 10:53:12 GMT -5
(Dun dun dun)
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Post by Tuesday on Oct 12, 2008 11:39:48 GMT -5
"Hey, why didn't you stop," He asked as he let my arm go. I couldn't help but think what a ridiculous thing that is to ask.
"Well, considering I don't know who you are. PLus the fact that you were calling out to me while sitting on a lightpole, kind've gives me a reason to not stop and wait for you,"I told him sarcastically. I began to make my way around him, hoping and praying my teacher wouldn't notice I was late, when he stopped me again!
"Wait! I told you I needed to talk to you. Please just stop and listen," He told me, his grey eyes pleading with me to listen.
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Post by Tuesday on Oct 13, 2008 19:18:28 GMT -5
"Look, I'm already late for class. I honestly don't have the time to talk, maybe another time. Just not right now," I tell him quickly getting around him. My hand was on the handle when his next words rang out.
"You're a Witch!" He cried out.
I turned back to him and glared angrily,"JUst because I choose not to talk to you, does NOT give you a reason to call me names!" I couldn't believe this guy. First he makes me late and now he insults me! I grabbed the handle and began walking down the hallway in my fast angry pace. As usual I walked with my head down, not a good idea when you have a creepy weird guy stalking you, and walked right smack into him. THus resulting me crashing onto the ground.
Growling as I looked up at the man before me, I couldn't help the yell that escaped my lips. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM! Just leave me ALONE!" I slowly got back onto my feet, rubbing my arm which made full impact onto the ground.
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Post by Tuesday on Dec 7, 2008 6:54:38 GMT -5
"Will you please listen to me," He said in an exasperated tone. He lifted hand up and faced it towards me. Waving it once across I suddenly found myself incapable of movement. It was as though several hands were keeping my legs in place, and I was in a body bind that only wrestlers could get out of, "There now you have to listen to me. So please just listen."
To be honest I really was curious as to what he was up to, and this whole unable to move thing was only increasing my curiosity. How could anyone do this type of thing? Ever since I was little my mother constantly told me to not believe in magic, it would put nonsense ideas into my head. So who was I to believe now? My mother, or this complete stranger who had me frozen.
I looked up at him and mumbled a silent, "Ok." Let the games begin.
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Post by Friday on Dec 7, 2008 9:46:09 GMT -5
((ooohhhh....))
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Post by Tuesday on Mar 25, 2009 23:21:48 GMT -5
He sighed in relief, probably because he got me to agree finally. "You're a witch. I know it seems crazy, but it really is true. Ever wonder why your mother is so strict over you? Or why your not allowed to go to certain things? He paused and looked at me, clearly wanting me to think about it.
My mother had been strict most, if not, all of my life. I even remember leaving a movie theater and her asking if I knew there was no such thing as magic. At the time I had thought nothing of it, merely stating yes I knew that magic wasn't real. And yet. Ever since then I've always wondered why she had said that to me.
I looked at him curious as to what was going on. "See," he continued, "You have wondered about it. Well the truth is, Sara, is that magic is real. Your mother knew, she knew you were a witch the moment she brought you home from the hospital."
"But how?" I asked confused," How can I possibly be a witch? I don't even have powers!" It just wasn't possible at all in my mind.
"Because when she found out, she bound them. So that none of your powers showed until your late teens. When you turned 17, your powers were able to come back full force."
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 24, 2009 22:46:43 GMT -5
I stood there letting his words wash over me, not even in my wild imagination had I thought magic could be real and that I could have it.
"You're a witch," He said quietly.
I looked up at him, "So what does this mean? Do I get to go to Hogwarts or something and drink butterbeer?"
He stared at me with wide eyes before busting out in hysterical laughter. I glowered at him, I had been serious! The only real idea of witches and wizards I had were through the wonderful world of Harry Potter.
"Haha, that's so funny," He said through his laughter before looking at me and my glare, "Oh...You were serious..."
"DUH I WAS SERIOUS!" I yelled, " how the heck am I supposed to know what magic is like?!"
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