Chey

I see you've shaved your mustache. *hides* You've lost me.. again.. *thinks* Ahhhhh.. I remember now :P It was chocolate milk you nub ( from back when I actually drank milk.. The stuff makes me gag nowadays ) .. Anyways.. I see your lips haven't gotten any smaller <3 lol:P i never take pictures of myself.. I think thats something for girls... many girls i know al standing in front of mirrors of pictures photographing themselves..xD Heh.. I really do think it is a girl thing..

Lol I get bored pretty regularly :P Taking pictures is funn.. Usually I take em of other people or things tho

Mk.. So here are three of my most recent pics.. Only index the first two :) [hide=] Mehh.. its bright and a mess.. its our "office area" where we keep all four of our computers ( not counting laptops and my moms desktop ) and all of our homework stuffs.. Heh.. same room 2 months ago I think :) Getting ready to go out somewhere..[/hide]

Hmm.. Might post some tomorrow :P Too tired at the moment..

Mk... I went to grab a Popsicle one day and I wasn't paying attention.. came up with a dead bird. Why there was a dead bird in my freezer I can't tell you. I blame my brother though. Lets talk about the fridge, I've seen some pretty funky stuff in there. My mom will forget about leftovers and it will grow funky green and yellow fur on it.. and then there was always the fried chicken that she left in there for 3 months.. yea.. that was special.. Made our whole fridge smell like something died in there.

Thanks you guys :P I will probably start a sequel part to it sometime in the next month. I do have a couple cardiologist appointments coming up so I can't promise anything until I know what those lead too. Anyways, thanks for reading my story and I hope to keep you guys updated on when I start writing the sequel :P ~ Cheyenne

Lol im not going to explain that comment first of all. I would rather keep you guessing. Bluejay hun.. it probably will be longer. Plus think of it this way, I never said where her ancestors were from. I only confirmed where the character is living now. All I ask is that you don't judge it before you know more about it. ~ Cheyenne Btw.. more should be written sometime today if this migraine diminishes a bit.

Ooooh yayz :P I guess I can write more than! \ I actually cranked that out in like under an hour last night so its alot better than I thought it would be. ~Cheyenne

Chapter 2: As the Bell Rings As I shrugged my backpack off my shoulders and slid into the seat in the front of the classroom, I took a moment to breathe and look around. Nobody was here yet. I was actually early for a change. I took out my books and felt that strange feeling that someone was watching me again. I quickly walked over to the large windows and saw someone duck down behind the rose bushes. I continued watching and noticed someone peek back up and see me glaring at him or her. I walked calmly back over to my desk, grabbed my stuff and ran to my locker. I glanced around to make sure nobody was following me and shoved my backpack into the locker, slammed the door and headed for the front entrance. I ran halfway around the building until I got to the rosebushes. The only sign someone had been there were the rather large footprints located in the soil. Yet again, I felt someone looking at me and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I quickly spun around as the shadow of someone running down the trail into the woods by the school disappeared. There were stories of creepy shadows being seen and kids being scared out of their mind when they went in there. It was like our own haunted forest. I made a quick decision and raced down the path, following the receding shadow. As I ran down the path, I could hear the bell ringing in the distance. Summer school had started, and I was not there.

First off, thank you for the grammatical corrections. Second, It is a story, totally made up at that. Not everything has to make perfect sense. Technically it is in this day and age for the moment. It might not stay that way. Who knows. I personally try not to plan too far ahead into my story so I dont become obsessive about it. Yes I am educated about the womens rights movement but as I said before, this story is pure fiction. Again, thank you for the constructive criticism. I really do appreciate it. ~ Cheyenne

I actually just finished this part of the story. I plan on trying to write a sequel type story for it but im not sure yet. Anyways, without further ado, here is the end parts. Chapter 2.3 As this young man told his story, I began to feel pity towards him. He was not only the son of the evil Promicus but he also seemed to get the brunt of his fathers anger. He explained that he had never lived up to what his father wanted him to be and this not only angered his father but saddened him as well. He told of how he was supposed to be included in the raid of Algesia but was made to stay behind because he was not ready. As he talked I watched his face, it showed pain and sorrow not unlike how my own heart felt. I listened carefully as he explained about how his mother was brutally murdered by assassins sent from our land. My eyes searched his intently, as he stopped talking. I slowly stood up and walked to the other side of the room. As I turned to look back at him, I realized he was still sitting, not making any move to stop me from leaving the room. I continued on my way towards the towering double doors in front of me. I went to push one open and heard a small voice call after me telling me to be careful. I opened the doors and slipped out into the empty corridor. I leaned against the wall and slid down it. I stopped to listen and heard sobbing that was echoing throughout the corridor. I realized soon after that the mournful heaving sobs were coming from me. Chapter 2.4 As night approached quickly I lay curled up in a ball on the cold stone floor in an unknown corridor in my enemies castle. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet hiccups that were the lasting effect of my crying. How could I have done this? How could I have broken so easily? I curled into an even tighter ball and tried to sleep but something kept pulling at the back of my mind. I quietly climbed to my feet, stumbling a bit on the uneven floor and opened the doors that led to where I had last seen the young man who had claimed to be Promicus son. As I walked down the carpeted hall the only sign that anyone had been there were the scuffs on the floor and the bloody sword laying on the ground. What had happened? Had the young prince killed himself? Was he murdered? Millions of thoughts raced through my head but everything was stopped when I came to the end of the hall and saw a body lying slumped on the ground. It seemed that the young man was so ashamed of himself that he had slit his own throat in shame of what his father had done. The desperation of this tragic event showed through with bright colors. The young one had killed himself right under a portrait of his own father. As I backed up slowly I felt something bump against me. I turned around quickly with my hand on the dagger hidden beneath the folds in my cloak and gasped with surprise as I saw who was behind me. It was Promicus himself, staring at his deceased son. His face was ashen and so filled with despair that it made you want to cry. He glanced down at me and hissed Get out if it had not been for you my son would still be alive. I quickly ran out of the room and through several pairs of double doors before I arrived at what I thought was the main throne room. I slowed down and took a few deep breaths, feeling them rumble through my chest with a wheezy noise. I glanced around and saw very few guards. This was not the place that it had been upon arrival, it was barren and quiet, quite a contrast to the voluptuous noise and bustling activity that had been when I had first arrived months ago. I glanced about looking for the grand mirror that had been hung up in the open on the now empty wall that was behind me. I spied a quick glare as the sun came out from behind a cloud. I hurried over to the large mirror that now sat in a gloomy corner. I dragged the monstrous thing out into the open and propped it against one of many walls in the entryway. I took a deep breath and looked into the mirror. The person I saw in the mirror was not the same person that had been months ago. My normally short blonde hair sat disheveled and longer than it had been in years. My eyes no longer had a joyous sparkle to them; they looked slightly dull and angry. I had dark bags under my eyes from the many sleepless nights and all of the worrying that had happened. I sighed loudly and was surprised to hear footsteps headed my way. My breath caught in my throat as I turned around to see who was fast approaching. A dark shadow crawled forward, coming closer and closer to where I stood. As the sun receded behind another cloud, I began to panic. I had come this close; I could not let anything or anyone stop me. I raced out of the front door and took off running toward the sun. I ran past a few stunned guards, but they were too weary to give chase. As I ran, I thought about my mom, it was time to go find her, to rescue her from whatever trouble she might have gotten herself into. ~Cheyenne

Very Very nice poems :P Lol I havent had a chance to read Breaking Dawn yet. Or New Moon for that matter. Should probably go to the library today to pick that up. Anyways, like I said, very good writing. You seem to have a natural talent for it.

Just a story I started writing last night. All comments and constructive criticism are appreciated. A warrior long ago fought bravely against many creatures and people. Never fearing, never giving up, and never ending the chase. The thrill did many things for her; until one day, she suddenly disappeared, never to be heard from again. Not many knew that she left behind a daughter, a little baby girl, with hair as white as snow and eyes as green as new tree leaves. Many, many years later, an descendant begins her journey Chapter 1: The Beginning Today should be warm and sunny today people! Such a great day to As the weatherman droned on, I rolled over and hit the snooze button. It was morning already. The last night I had stayed out late partying with a few friends down at the pier. Here in sunny California that is what we did. I groaned and managed to sit up and take a glance at the clock, 6:00 is what it read. If I didnt get up and get ready I might just miss the bus again. I can not believe I got stuck in summer school again this year I actually did all of the work I grumbled to myself as I climbed out of bed. I trudged out of my room and to the bathroom. I hate waking up this early during the freaking summerI continued to complain to myself as I prepped for a shower. I turned up my favorite oldies station up as loud as it would go and stepped into the warm, cascading water. I sighed and enjoyed the warmth of the water as I shampooed and conditioned my hair. I quickly turned on a blast of cold water right before I stepped out. Relishing the cool water droplets against my back as I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my torso, I was feeling much more refreshed and ready for another day of torture. I walked into my closet and pulled on a pair of torn up Hollister jeans and a pink Abercrombie sweatshirt thinking that it was just another day in hell I mean Ridgewood Prep. I slipped on a pair of bubblegum pink flats, picked up my backpack and yelled to my father that I was leaving for school. Stepping out the door I was greeted with a warm blast of salty air. I glanced at the pier longingly where a few hours later there would be a mass of teenagers enjoying the sand and the sun. I forced myself to walk down the street to the bus stop. I had a feeling that someone was watching me, resulting in stopping a few times to look around, but nobody was in sight. As I was about to climb on the bus, I got another eerie feeling that someone was still watching me. I hastily climbed up the stairs as the driver glared at me with a look of contempt and plopped down into the nearest available seat. I quickly snapped open my bright purple sidekick and checked my email as we headed down the road, towards the hellhole that we call school. I was pulled out of a deep trancelike state when the bus doors suddenly slid open with a deafening creaking noise. I gathered my backpack and purse and trudged down the stairs and onto the road that led to the school. The preppy education the school offered was not the reason most people hated the place. It was the actual school itself: a large, dark, and gloomy place that never seemed to brighten up. Even when we had homecoming or prom, the building looked as dark and gloomy as ever. I ran a hand through my skunk-striped black and white hair and squinted my bright green eyes against the sun. I strutted down the walk. First rule of living here, always look your best, no matter what you were doing, whether you liked it or not. It was just expected of us Ridgewood kids. We always had to be the best in everything. A tiny brunette hurried down the walk talking a mile a minute on her phone as she hurriedly hung up. Ohmygawd!! Blair!! Did you hear yet?? There was some mega party down at the spot last night and the cops busted a bunch of kids who where there. Supposedly they were Northlanders! squeaked my best friend Cassie. Oookay Why exactly do I care about this again? I asked slowly. She nearly turned a bright red color as she half shouted Tom was there with them, Blair!! He was hanging out with Northlanders, Blair! Our Tom got busted last night. They said he was one of the ones they arrested. Oh. Look, he hangs out with Northlandershis choice. Just get over it already kay? I ran my fingers through my hair again. Look Ive got to get to class; I really dont need another detention. I left my stunned, bright faced friend gaping at me as I walked into the building. I did not have the heart to tell her that Tom, our former bffl (best friend for life) had been hanging out with the Northlanders for months now. He just had not wanted it public. He had left Ridgewood Prep after people found out that he was gay. I had known for a while beforehand, but it came as a shock for other people. As I headed into Ms. Beechworths class, I mumbled hello to a few kids that I knew and sighed. This was going to be a long day. ~ Cheyenne

Slight grammatical error is fixed. And I apologize if I irritated anyone with my hyper descriptions between posts. It just happens to be my personality. I would also like to point out that I am only 13 so you cannot expect me to write at the same difficulty level as an adult. Again, sorry if anyone was irritated with my supposedly incessant chatter. ~ Cheyenne

Okay so maybe ive had a bit of writers block -.- Anyways.. I figured some stuff out and the next chapter part should be posted today or tomorrow.. You know you love me bluejay ;P and you love my silly old cow friend too! Btw cownub :P Thanks for posting wuvvy.. ~ Lady Cheyenne

NEVER! My cookie :P *gobbles it up* nom nom nom :o Anyways.. was very kind of spacey today.. Write more later this weeksie! ~ Lady Cheyenne

Lol :P I feels much much better today. A little sleepy but much better. Hopefully I will get another ( maybe longer ) chapter part done... maybe.... Anyways.. off to log in to rs... need to testy out my new range gear! ~ Cheyenne

Psh... Lol I will try to write some more today or tomorrow. Depends on how I fee! Anyways lots of love to ya bluejay.... you make me laugh even when im blowing my nose every 2 minutes. ~ Lady Chey

Shush.. I dont feel so great right now tbh. I think it might be the weathers :P We are getting hit with a nasty storm right now :P Anywho be happy bluejay :P I could have not posted at all :o But I wouldnt do that! I like writing the story as much as you like reading it! ~ Lady Cheyenne

TOLD YOU! Chapter 2.2 I feel slightly confident as I walk behind this stranger to my surprise. I have just placed trust in this young man that would take years for others to gain. I wonder to myself why I chose to believe him. Could it be his personality, which makes you want to tell him all of your secrets right after meeting him? Was it the sparkling adventurous look in his eyes when he saw the sword pointed towards him? What I did not know at the time was how important this young one would be. We walk down many twisting corridors until we reach a very large chamber. This young stranger dismisses his guards and turns to me, Before you trust me, I want you to know who I am. I am Promicus son. I did a quick double take and quickly drew my sword and held it against his throat. The thought to kill him right then and there ran through my mind but I had to let him explain what was going on to me and killing him wouldnt bring justice. I slowly sheathed my sword as he took a breath and began to speak. ~ Lady Cheyenne

Week old popcorn?? eww! Thats just gross. Im about to go finish up this next chapter so just please make some new popcorn hun. ~ Lady Cheyenne

NOT LIE!! Lol I started writing it last night and I have a light workload today so the likelyhood that there will be more posted is pretty good. Anywho.. I promise to make this next chapter part longer too! I do seem to like leaving you guys hanging though :P That would be why they tend to be a little shorter! ~ Lady Cheyenne

Lol yerrr.. I know.. They arent due for a week or two but still. Teachers irritate me. Anyways... here is the long awaited chapter 2.1! Chapter 2.1 I lie back down and wait for the thundering footsteps to reach me. I know if I stand up they will be more likely to see the outline of the sword I have hidden under my clothing, either way they are likely to find it eventually, the question is, will they be able to take it. The footsteps continue to get closer and my heart flutters just a little bit. Millions of questions fly through my head. Are they coming down to kill me? What are they going to do? Am I going to live to see my father again? I have to push all of these thoughts out of my head and get into a calmer state of mind. I quickly stand up and draw my sword as the footsteps head towards my cell. I forget about trying to hide the fact that I have my sword back and prepare to fight my way out. As the cell door creaks open, I am surprised to see a young man accompanied by a few burly guards. He surprises me yet again by laughing at me posed with my sword few inches from his throat. He motions for me to follow him and laughs yet again when I refuse. Come with me Iliana. I promise you wont be harmed by me or my guards. He mumbled something other that I could not make out. I quietly sized this man up and decided to follow him. He seemed to have a certain dignity to him and I doubted that he would go back on his word. ~ Lady Cheyenne ( btw! More will be written tomorrow as far as I know )

Whoah Whoah Whoah.. For your guys information I am taking all advanced classes as well as advanced spanish so dont call middle school easy :P Anyways I slipped up :( I forgot to write.. I got slammed with 5 algebra assignments on my first day of school.. *goes to write* More by tomorrow!! PROMISE!! ~Chey

Psh I like school you nub!! I have more time during the week to write after school starts. Plus hun.. im still a middle schooler = less work! So haha :P I still luvz you tho! ~ Lady Chey