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your handkerchief's original owner's grandmother's youngest daughter's husband's dog's mother's owner's Justin Beiber obsessed kid's little baby brother is having fun

lol. ok. now i see it.

880D

? watcha talking about?

it means 'shut ur mouth, miss'

Claire exchanged a glance with her sister and instantly knew Catrina would turn the offer down.
"I'm sorry but...we just can't risk exposing ourselves. We can only take to the road as fugitives."
'And do what?' Claire scuffed mentally. 'Pray nobody recognizes us?'

Laurel sat by Shana's bedroom door, doing nothing but watching her sister eat in silence. 'I'll finish those equations soon. I've almost figured out what makes me different from everyone else.' She stopped thinking for a moment and bit her lip. 'I don't want to make her into someone like me. But I have no choice, right? It's the only way to save her.'
Shana gulped the last piece of toast down her throat.

I've seen the light in your eyes,
And I fear that I will see you die,
This isn't the end, I pray,
Forever, I want you to stay,
You protect me from the fiend,
Yet you'll never see me gleam.

Laurel stared at the toaster's red coils. 'How much longer?' she thought, her eyes fixed on the hot tubes that warmed the bread inside. 'How much longer until I see the REAL Shana?'
The toaster finished but Laurel ignored it.
'I've waited for five years to see her come out of her shell...Why hasn't she?'
The toast laid motionless on the metal rungs.
'I've wanted to be able to talk to her and hear what she truly thinks. I've wanted to see her eyes light up when she discovers what life is truly about. I don't want her to live in limbo for her entire life...' She closed her eyes and stared down at the notebook in her hands. The notebook that no one but her knew about. 'I'm on the verge of something great...I know it.' She flipped through the filled pages that held thousands of words and equations. 'I'll save you, Shana. I'll get you out of that hell you've been sentenced to...'

Fifteen years of winter life,
When will I leave this strife?
I've wanted to say to you,
One word that means 'I love you',
But I can't say that word,
Forever I will be in a dark world.

"I'm on the verge of something great. I'll save you, Shana."
'Save me? From what? I'll save you sister. If only you knew...If only you knew the future that we will all face.' Shana closed her eyes and tried to erase the memory from her mind. The bodies that lie in pools of blood. And, in the middle of it all, her sister with empty eyes. She couldn't sit back and wait for this day to come.
"Six months, Shandalia."
"Why are you here again?" she whispered, not having to turn around to envision the black hood and gold trimmings.
"How much longer will you deny the truth? Someone needs to know, Shandalia. You have to tell someone who will never betray you what you've seen."
"And what? Have the burden fall on their shoulders instead? I'm a lot of things, but I'm not selfish." Her last words caught as tears came up her throat.
Swift steps suddenly sounded, his footsteps there, yet not. "Are you alright? Have you seen too much?"
Shana glared at him. It was a second before she spoke. "Remind me again why I'm talking to someone who doesn't exist?"
The man sat back, his face still shielded from the light. "I do exist, Shandalia."
"My name is Shana. Not Shandalia or whatever."
His head raised slightly and Shana could almost make out his features, but he lowered his head quickly. "Your name is Shandalia."
Shana stood quickly, sprinting to the doorway. "I told you to stay away. Why won't you listen?" She paused, her hand gripping the side of the doorway until the knuckles turned white. "Why do you have to keep haunting me?"
The man shook his head and sighed. "Six months can change people," he mumbled, disappearing into nothingness.
"Shana? Are you alright?" Laurel asked, a plate with eggs and toast in her hands.
Shana nodded and collapsed into her sister's arms.

BAD GUYS CHARRIES!!! YAYAAYAYAS!!

Name: Galrick (sounds like gallbladder lol)
Age: 25
Gender: M
Personality: wants to take revenge on the world, especially anyone with powers (BTW we need a name for these ppl). He is a little bit creepy and, if u get too close, he'll seduce you and before you know it you'll be working for him too.
Background: His parents were killed right before his eyes. He's honed his skills for years and now intends to take over the world, giving every child on earth a fate like his.
Appearance: black hair and dark brown eyes. Very lurky feel around him.
Power: Can read minds/control them if he needs to. however, he can only control one person at once and cant control them for long periods of time.

Name: Alora
Age: 19
Gender: F
Personality: nice and flirty until u get into the nitty gritty. In reality, she's a sadistic bi*** who is just out to kill everyone.
Appearance: red hair and dark brown eyes. pale complextion and very skinny so she can hop around a lot
Background: has been an orphan for as long as she can remember. At a young age, she used to stick together with Galrick so now she'd his right hand man. He claims to love her in a sinister way.
Power: can control fire.

Not really a bad guy but...
Name: Kalrik
Age: ??? (idk, he's been dead for awhile)
Gender: male? or what? (no one knows)
Appearance: think gangster gone emo. there you go. Black robe with gold trimmings. no flashy gold jewelry tho, lol.
Background: another mystery left unsolved ^-^ (but it's said that he is the angel of death and knows a thing or two about it)
Personality: sad, melancholy, and serious. he wont back down from a confrontation, altho for some reason he submits to Shana (maybe u'll find out later?...)
Power: none? he's just a ghost. can't really hurt anyone...until they're dead that is =)
***NOTE: ONLY SHANA CAN SEE HIM FOR A REASON. HE'S NOT GOING TO BE A BIG CHARACTER IN THIS. JUST A SIDE CHARRIE FOR SOME CHARRIE BUILDING.***

^ yes, yes i do
< a creeper from my second period (as if my second period isn't just chucked full of a bunch of creepers anyway
V has a class like that?

sera la boca senorita!

o.o he is?

babies~!

your sister's mother's grandpa's banker's wife's hairdresser's rodeo friend's mom's ghetto boyfriend's little brother is having fun

front half of a frog o.o?

lol nah....

"Trista...that's your name, right?" Catrina paused, maybe for the effect, maybe because she couldn't find the words for what to say next. "Running is the only life we've known. We've been moving from town to town for years now. Why should this be any different? In fact, moreover, why should we risk OUR lives by staying in this little town with you?"
Claire couldn't say anything, as, once she found words, they seemed to float away into an endless oblivion.

Catrina sighed. "Let's go."
Claire turned her back on her sister. "Scardy-cat," she scuffed.

"Don't bull-!" Shana exclaimed before the door whipped open and Laurel stepped in with a shocked expression. And there, in those few seconds they gazed at each other, speaking unspoken words of truth, the man disappeared into the darkness. A darkness that followed Shana everywhere she went. The secret she held from her sister would tear her apart. She knew that. But she had to be strong; she had to persevere. This brilliant moment of truth would set the stage for thousands of more.
"Shana?" Laurel asked, sitting next to her sister on the bed. A "boing" echoed off the walls as the springs of the bed adjusted for Laurel's weight.
"Sorry," Shana whispered quickly, gazing at the wall. She had to protect her sister; she had to prove her worth to the world.
Laurel sighed and brushed Shana's hair behind her ear. "Don't apologize." She paused. "You know what? How about we go for a walk today? It's a beautiful day and summer IS beginning in just a week."
Shana nodded, turning to see herself in the mirror as Laurel left, two glazed eyes staring back at her.
And it was there, in that second of thoughtfulness amongst the life of chaos, that she tried to forget about the invisible weapon that would end her life.

unlikely encounters.

^ its a smiley face? o.o
< some creeper just asked me how to say friday in spanish.
V thinks that's a little creepy? o.o

ur mom ^-^

Angel thinks no she shouldn't. She thinks THAT would be VERY funny.