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Spellsinger
(I think of them as bards or even harpers but spellsingers work!)
Early one morning, I was trying to get some sleep, when that piercing music played throughout my house. I nearly screamed it was so horrible!
I pulled a pillow from off my floor, and covered my ears, but that didn't help one bit at all.
I ran to the window, ripped it open, and screamed my heart out, "SHUT UP! I'm trying to sleep!"
I pulled a pillow from off my floor, and covered my ears, but that didn't help one bit at all.
I ran to the window, ripped it open, and screamed my heart out, "SHUT UP! I'm trying to sleep!"
The music continued on, as if the person playing hadn't heard a word I said.
it was as if he thought the music was supposed to have a soothing disposition as opposed to a frightening one. like he was doing me a favor by playing. the music took a smug and confident turn, then turned to agravation, and finally surrender. "Im not sleeping," i muttered to myself. "And if you keep that up, i never will be." the music temporarily subsided, though i knew it wouldnt last long. grateful, i sat up, ready for another day. though that didn't have the same prospective as it would have had i not woken up.
I felt extremely annoyed by this player.
i got up, preparing for another tedious day at school. i sighed, expecting a headache to pop up any second now.
I was barely heading down the steps when I heard it again. That oh so annoying sound. I stifled a scream of frustration.
i walked out onto the front porch to get the morning paper. i saw him, and locked him into a death stare. "If you don't mind," i said severely. "I have my own alarm clock,"
He looked at me confused. "Excuse me? What do you mean?" He asked innocently.
"If you dont mind," i said. "i would appreciate it if you wouldnt play that every morning, ergo waking me up. i dont ned a headache to start the day!!"
The boy looked at me quizzically. "You mean. You didn't like it?" He asked.
"You know full well what i mean." i hissed at him. "If i liked it, why on earth would i be complaining??" i paused. "And didnt i raise this subject last monday??"
He flushed red in embarrassment. "uh... yeah... I guess you did." He said.
"Sure did." i was still being as insulting as i could be, i was so mad. this was not turning into a good day. "Now if you dont mind, i would go back to sleep, though i have class, as im sure youdo too." and i turned on my heel and left without a backward glance, regretting nothing.
(:P okay! let's continue! oh, wait! how old are they?)
((um, i was thinking middle school or high school. idk))
(yeah, I guessed high school. So let's just go with that. Dang it! nother problem! We need two names...)
(I thought that was the name of her friend.)
((she is called Kathleen and her friend is called anna. name for the boy?? idk.))
(Eric? Steven? Spencer? Josh? Jared? Daniel?)
(well, his real name should be like something ancient, but he goes by something more modern. idk what the name should be.)
(hee hee, i just made it harder.)
(I can think of something! just give me a minute... :_
(brgh.... An olden day name... An ancient siren in fairy tales... what was his name!! Gr.... uh... Pylis!! I think...)
((ummm, im trying to think. idk bout that. umm, yeah, ive drawn a blank: [blank] see??))
(haha! whoops! Pylis was a different person! haha! okay... let's see again... :_
((I like Pylis, and maybe for his modern name it could be Justin.))
(( sounds good to me! I love how we all are so in tune with each other it's cool and it makes the stories fantastic!))
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(( I just barely figured out how to do that ha ha ha!! it's fun ¶¶))
(( Um alt/option key and then you hit the number keys it's fun! §§§§§§§§§§ ))
(haha! I don't have an option key though.... :(
((Dang won't work for me!))
(I guess me and Ephona aren't special enough.... :(
Last week my neighbor started rehearsing for his French Horn recital. He's not very good.
Actually, that would be an insulting understatement. he's horrible. and i have to listen to it at least an hour or two a day when he practices on his front porch.
And the worst part is that everyone loves his music. why is this, i wonder? i havent a clue.
a few of my friends like him. he's not that cute. he has sandy blonde hair that falls into his piercing blue eyes so you cant tell they're blue. he's tall and thin, but then again a lot of people are.
Anna in particular is all over him. i cant stand it., cant they hear him play?? cant they hear that awfulness?? what is with everyone i wonder?
though its probably better not knowing.