Where Thunder Roars

Hello everybody! I haven’t posted in about 4 months,school is over now,I’m a 6th grader,and my birthday is coming on the 16th day of August so…yeah.

Sorry for the double post.

Anyway, July is a hectic, super busy, and that time when my family likes to get together.

Also, I have District Band Competition to practice and I am also being forced to read for several hours straight. This isn’t working out, because I have the attention span of a goldfish.

Meaning, I won’t be posting much during this time and I’m putting my story on hold.

Why?

1 has already been explained above,

And 2 is the plot. It confuses me greatly. Makes me think ‘What the heck was I doing here?’.  Random fluff, random stuff, awful character interpretation. The only thing that describes this is:

Ugh.

I have one important thing to say:

I’M SEEING BRAVE TOMOROW.

Join me in fangirling, because FoxFace loves her Pixar Animations.

I’m done.

For me, people are one of the most fun yet worst figures to draw.

I especially hate anatomy, hands, feet, faces (eyes, nose, mouth), and pretty much everything. *flails*

I drew 5 minute sketches of each of my main OCs (I have too many OCs, so I just chose the ones that feel the most important) and sketched them out.

I’m obviously not done yet, as you can tell by the fact that they lack defined edges and fingers and toes and some still don’t have their faces. (not to mention Lisette only has nothing so far…) 8D

I’m also experimenting with body types. Faye is short and a bit chubby, Fauna tall and a moderate size (tall, because she’s the same height as RA and 14.) Raven Avelina is kinda average and slim, Kiera is short and a moderate size. Lisette is really short and slim. (she might not seem really short, but she’s 22 as compared to Faye’s 13 ) It’s really hard drawing the types of bodies, though! You can really only tell their height! >:c

Sorry if the scanner sapped away most of the pencil lines.

what…are…PROPORTIONS??? DKJFADKAKLF3HQWOEIAFAETU5AENKhersfltqierhanefvihgladnkfbh

Clicking on it is probably best.

Grrrrrr…I hate drawing faces. (also, why are RA and Kiera smiling?!?!?!??!?!)

Tips are very appreciated! I know I really need to improve, and I would love your help!

Random subject change:

Have you heard Jedward’s new album, Young Love? Never thought I’d like their style of music, but their charm has captured me <3 They get so much hate and it saddens me ;__; How can anyone be so cruel about something that brings happiness to someone else? Everyone can have their opinions, but posting hateful comments on Youtube all the time is sad :c I’ll admit I’ve been a bit rude about things Twilight but I can’t imagine being rude about them anymore! Keep on being luminous, Jedward ) (lol, get my reference? No? Okay…)

Stop being adorable T______________T

It’s been a while.

How’s summer been?

I really can’t believe a month has already flown by, and in that month I’ve done absolutely nothing. Except draw and blog.

Speaking of blogging, do any of you have a tumblr? I’ve started going on a like 24/7. Mine’s autumnii, follow me!

I really really really want to see Brave. I’ve heard it’s absolutely fantastic, and I LOVE Merida’s hair from the trailers.

I also bought the DVD for The Avengers, and it is adjlsekke;;si INCREDIBLE. It’s one of those movies that sticks in your head all day; I’m going to tennis camp (which I suck at but I’m quickly improving) and all I think about is the Avengers while I’m playing. I’m absolutely sure I just look like that clueless kid stumbling around with a glazed look, with the weird friends who are always singing or chanting (because they do). But I don’t care, because the Avengers are so much more interesting then tennis.

I leave you with Luna Lovegood:

And an old HP draft handwritten by J. K. Rowling:

Heh it amuses me that Draco Malfoy could have been Draco Spungeon xD

The prophecies in this chapter are written by the Amazing Rainfall-The Doctor’s Companion. 

I have volleyball camp all week, just sayin’.

Chapter 3: Tell Me About the Lost Prophecy.

I walked through the East hallway, until I found my destination: Room 101.

As I turned the doorknob, the door opened with a creak. After I stepped in the classroom, the door shut by itself.

No one was in the classroom, so, I looked around for a desk to sit in. Only, I didn’t see any desks. Only a tripod sitting in the front of the classroom, beside a small fire. And there were scrolls tossed carelessly on the floor. Picking one up, The words materialized onto the scroll:

Seasons come and go as they always should, But the whitest tide is the most misunderstood. Take heed that it is angered and now at large, All it needs is defying, a single charge. Its fury is undying and morbidly twisted And no such storms before have ever existed.

I cautiously put the scroll back in it’s original place on the floor.

“Hello my dear,” a voice said, ” You do know only men can see the oracle, Don’t you?”

“But it was on my schedule?” I answered.

“Oh, poor clueless goddess…”

“Goddess? I Uh… I am not clueless!”

“Cassandra!” Another voice scolded, “What did I tell you about scaring the new students!”

“Cassandra?” I asked.

“Oh Yeah, Ya know, Cassandra!”

“No…”

“You’re looking at her.”

“You argue with yourself? Someone’s finally snapped.”

“No, No, No. I host the spirit of Cassandra! She loves controlling me. I hate it so much, I could slap her, but I’m sure that would hurt.”

Great. I’ve been sent to the school of insanity. Sitting in shades waits a darkened beast, Long ago thought to be peacefully deceased. Cast not a victor, but an unknown prime, They shalt concur within the ticking time. Delay its power and abolish its rise, But beware its cloaked but effective disguise.

“You know I hate that prophecy!” Cassandra yelled at no one at all.

“I know.” Cassandra answered back. “It was revenge for making me listen to Ke$ha!”

“What’s wrong with Ke$ha! You’re in my body now, and you will listen to whatever music I choose.”

“Everything. Who would sing about giltter and-”

“I’m sorry to interrupt your lovely conversation, but you have a class.” I said, sugar coating my interruption.

“Hey, cute thing, Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?” A voice asked.

“I’m Carter. Host of Dionysus. And you are…?”

“Leaving.”

After saying this, A voice in the back of my mind said, ‘Stay far away from men. Unless, you’re helping them on their journeys. After all, you are very helpful.’

SCISSORS ARE SHARP.

Like I swear to Thor, this is the fifth time at least that I’ve cut up my finger doing something stupid.

But this was sooo worth it!! I was getting my Brave silverware (They’re her brothers as a spoon, knife, and fork. Literally the cutest thing ever. Other than Toothless or Hiccup.) out of the package!!

I had to get some eating stuff at the Disney store–I wanted the get the Rapunzel stuff, but the Pascal bowl was kind of clunky and the Rapunzel plate didn’t have very good edges. So I ended up getting the Brave bowl and plate!! THEY’RE AWESOME. And sparkly!!

But that brings me to my big thing, the point of this post!!

I had to get the silverware for my dorm room because I’m going off to a pre-college program on ANIMATION (OMTOMTOMTOMT!!!!) at  an art school! I’m going to be there for four weeks, so I either won’t have any time to post or I’ll have lots of new stuff to post about!

If I don’t get to come on much, I’ll miss you guys! ^^

Alrighty, since the previous Camille was utter poop, here’s a much better one for you, FoxFace! I experimented a lot with colours. Oh, and I am proud of the face I painted!

I apologise for the fact that her hair is orange, not  black, but that was simply because I don’t know how to interestingly shade black hair. I hope you like it! Also, if you watch the video below you can see the layers and the face close up!

FoxFace, here is Camille!

Yes, this drawing does not have a high standard. I’m thinking of doing another for you, since this one sucks. But still, there you are.

Eh, hi.

…I’m just bored…

Okay, so I wanted to post earlier but I got lazy. xP

But here I go…

Anyone else hear that How To Train Your Dragon is coming to Cartoon Network? Well it is…I wanted to post it just in case Nireth was interested. 8P

Yeah so…that’s pretty much it.

Nah not really.

I wanted to let you guys know I might be getting a deviantART later on, so I want to know your deviantARTs. Most of my friends have already got one…okay, only one. XD She’s an old YouTube friend. She deactivated her account to make a new one. I forget what it is…LOL. But her name is xNinjaCatx. She’s an epic friend, and an even better artist. ^^

Is this post over? ._.’

Meh, this is only to help me, the author, understand the plot of the story. I still haven’t changed ‘Reincarnation’ in the text below. Just put goddess or spirit in its place.

Slight spoilers for people who haven’t read he originals, no ending yet.

Beginning:

Sasha gets a letter of acceptance into Alpha Achademy.

Effect: Excited, Sasha’s dad transfers her to the school . She’s trying to figure out where her classes are, and why they’re so weird.

Middle:

-Sasha gets ‘Your Reincarnation must’ve helped you’ as an explanation for winning the chariot race in Driver’s Ed.

Effect: Sasha freaks out at first, not knowing what to do or how to react to the situation.  Later she finds out that the ‘voice in her head’ is Athena, who sends her a few dreams about her first time on Olympus. These are an attempt to make Sasha feel a little better about being new.

- Sasha gets accustomed to the school a little more, Cassandra tells everyone about the Great Prophecy. Of course, no one believes Cassandra and ignores everything.

Effect: Sasha and the other 11 that attend council, discuss this at  their Friday meeting. Sasha throws out the idea of having a search party look for the rest of the prophecy.

-Sasha is convinced to go the Armory.

Effect: Even though she would’ve loved to have a bow and arrows[Like Katniss Everdeen], she is talked out of it and chooses a spear instead.

-Sasha run into Kyle[Reincarnation of Perseus.], and the Headmistress has her give him a tour of the school.

Effect: Sasha starts talking about her reincarnation and Kyle automatically thinks that the Academy is a place for people with ‘issues’.

Ending[In progress]:

-Sasha and a few other people(undecided) leave the school to find the prophecy.

Effect: In Progress.

I have nothing to do right now, It’s either write or read.  Also, I’d love to stab autocorrect in its nonexistent face. It makes it so hard to write on this thing.

Chapter 2: Welcome to Alpha Academy

I got out of the car reluctantly, and began thinking of a way to get out of this.

Maybe if I hid in the trunk- Ugh, I’m not five anymore, I’d get caught. There has to be a better solution.

“Okay Sasha,” Dad said, “put your stuff in your dorm while I get you registered.”

“Sure thing Dad.” I said, “Got the papers?”

“I gave them to you, Remember?”

“Oh.” Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the papers. “I’m going to find my dorm”

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I ventured down the hallway, map in hand. None of the students were there.

‘Everyone must be in class.’ I thought.

“Oh look. A new…student.” A voice whispered from behind.

I jumped and dropped one of my bags.

A girl, with brown hair and blue colored streaks walked in front of me.

“I’m Clarity” She said, quietly as I began to pick up everything I’d dropped.

“Clarity…?” I asked, hinting at the fact I wanted her last name.

“That’s enough information. For you. Just call me…. Clarity.”

“I’m Sasha and shouldn’t you be in class? Looks like everyone else is.”

When I looked up, Clarity was gone.

“And~ She’s gone.” I tell no one in particular.

Sighing, I continue walking.
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“Room 13 A… Where is 13 A?” I said to myself.

“12 C, 12 D, 12 E…. Ah Ha! 13 A!” Using my key card, I unlocked the door.

Counting the beds, I figured the room was meant to be shared among four people.

One corner had running equipment in it, the next had a collection of brighly colored clothes, and the other had some sketchbooks and jars of peanut butter.

‘Interesting roommates.’ I thought, ‘I lets’s hope we all get along.’

Setting my stuff on an empty bed, I went down to the Headmistress’s office to get my schedule.
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“Ah, Miss Alexander. So nice of you to attend the Academy.” Said the Headmistress.

“My name is Sasha. And I’m here for my schedule.” I told her.

“I assume you found your dormitory. Is it alright?” She asked, “Here is your schedule, you will be in your fourth hour class right now.”

“Thanks,” I say, accepting my schedule, “and my dorm is huge.”

I looked at my schedule trying to find fourth hour. Prophecy Class, in room 101.

Prophecy Class?  I wonder what that is…

First off:

THE BRAVE SOUNDTRACK IS AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE!!!!!!

Second:

A week ago, if you had told me I’d buy three bags, I’d have laughed. I don’t usually carry a bag other than my old backpack, which I’ve had since eight grade!

But then…

I found a Flynn Rider satchel!!!

AND SUBWAY IS DOING A BRAVE PROMOTION

asdlkghkdjfh I don’t even like Subway but it’s the only place I’ll eat now 8)

Third:

MY WIG

IT CAME IN TIME

Oh my Thor, it is beautiful!! :’)

OH GOSH YES ALSO:

Fourth:

My dress is done!!! AKJDHGKJHDKJFH

Fifth:

I GOT GREEN EYE CONTACTS!! For my Rapunzel costume! ^^

I took a few pictures with them in this morning but… uh… it was early in the morning, and I look slightly demonic.

Ummm I can’t remember if that was it or not. I think it is.

Anyway, sorry for the HUUUGE LONG spam post, but I’m just sooo excited askdjhglaskdjhgiusadhfklhj!!

^^

OHH WAIT I REMEMBER

I found Dr. Who on Netflix!

I am watching it 8)

It’s really good! ^^

I got tickets to the Carnival of Madness tour for my birthday!

Yes. I’m excited. I’m such a fangirl. Deal with it.

It’s not until the end of the summer, though. I want to look forward to it, but it’s hard to with the thought that I would go back to school soon after.

Evanescence… Halestorm… same tour… wow.

As for the other 3 groups. I like Chevelle’s song “The Red” and I’ve been listening to one of their albums. And the other two… I need to research on them a bit more.

BT out from this fangirl post…..

AAAAHHH!

Author’s Note: Hello, folks! It took a while, but finally, the arrival of the first chapter. Hope you enjoy. Oh, and all your characters will be appearing soon.

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Piper May Magenta stared glumly at the clock on her desk, innocently ticking away the seconds without a care in the world about Piper and whatever problems she had. There were two, actually; her grades were dropping like a meteor and she was going to move to a different school, leaving behind all of her amazing friends and perhaps even the town she lived in. The only reason Piper was getting bad grades was because she already knew everything that her teachers taught her. Consequently, she was constantly bored in class and spent her time doodling in her sketchbook. If she wasn’t doodling she was napping or attempting to concentrate on the teacher, although this was a feat accomplished so rarely that Piper had given up on trying many months ago.

She received her report card at the end of the year. As Piper had expected, it was so terrible that her mother hadn’t slept for a few days and her father had sighed with disappointment every time he was around his daughter for a whole week. Over the holidays, she had spent most of her time in her room, studying and talking with her friends on the phone about the bottomless pit she was in. If only her parents understood that she knew so much more than her report card said… She just didn’t put any effort into her schoolwork. And now the end of the holidays was nearing. Her fate wasn’t sealed just yet; her dad had to find a school that would accept a student with such a bad track record. He had sent out dozens of applications and almost all of them were declined. The other schools had not yet replied to the Magenta family, but Piper knew it was just a matter of time before an acceptance letter arrived in the mailbox and she would be shipped off to some stupid school, which wouldn’t help at all. She would still be bored and still have disastrous grades.

Piper wished she could converse with her clock. She wished it would transform into a friend, a friend who wanted to talk. The clock read six o’clock – obviously, all of Piper’s friends were enjoying what would be one of their last holiday sleep-ins for a long time. But she was too worried to sleep. All she wished was that her new school would be interesting and in a nice town with nice people, nice parks and nice smells.

Sighing, Piper dressed into comfortable yellow pants and a loose shirt. She grabbed the latest book she was studying – A Book of Legends – and trudged moodily downstairs to find her older sister, Candace, and her parents all dressed in robes.

“Hey, sis. Nice sleep?” Candace joked good-naturedly, but Piper glared at her sister and sat down next to her, whipping out her book. Her parents exchanged looks.

“Good morning, darling. I hope you like pancakes,” Mrs. Magenta said cheerily, placing a plate of pancakes with cream and syrup in front of Piper. It was her favourite dish, but she wasn’t hungry at all. Only two days were left until school resumed, and there was no telling what her new school would be. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach that had started a few days and had continued to grow, the more time moved on.

“Thank you,” Piper mumbled quietly and poked at her food.

“You’re welcome, dear,” her mother said, proud of her work. “Candace, could you please get the mail?”

“Piper, could you please get the mail?” Candace said through a mouthful of blueberry pancakes.

Piper sighed and got up. She opened the door and was greeted by a warm gust of Australian summer air. The clear, blue skies couldn’t have opposed her mood more. Piper opened the mailbox and took out quite a few letters. Returning to the house, she browsed through them. There was a bill, a bill, a grocery store catalogue, a bill, a notification from Mr. Magenta’s golf club, a bill… and a letter addressed to Piper May Magenta, from Mirriam Academy.

Curious, Piper dumped the other letters unceremoniously on the table and examined her own. In emerald green writing, her address was written, and on the back of the letter Piper could see the wax stamp of a crest. It was a large M with swirly lines attaching the M to the shield-shaped outline of the crest, and underneath “Mirriam Academy” was written. Piper knew that this must have been either a declination or acceptance letter to this fancy school.

She ripped the letter own and took a rather old-fashioned looking piece of parchment. She read her fate eagerly.

Dear Miss Magenta,

We are pleased to accept your application of enrollment to our school. You will be placed in the G section of the academy.

The school year starts on the twenty-first of January. Please be ready for your first year; find a piece of parchment containing all of the essentials enclosed within the envelope.

Take the Mirriam Academy bullet train on the twenty-first of January at noon. Upon leaving the train, follow Professor Chance up to the school. Further instructions will be given later.

Yours sincerely,

Professor Lillian Lyleton,
Headmistress of Mirriam Academy

Piper held the letter in her hand, staring at it. She already didn’t like the sound of this school – honestly, who called their principal “headmistress” nowadays?

“Dad, Mum…” Piper said quietly. She held the letter out to them. “One of them actually wants me.”

Mrs. Magenta looked ecstatic. She took the letter from her daughter’s hand and read it silently with her husband. Both looked like they had just seen a double rainbow. When they finished, Mrs. Magenta clasped her hands together and hugged her daughter, who hugged back half as enthusiastically. She had had a small sliver of hope – hope that all of the schools would reject her and she would have to go back to the same school. But now, Piper’s grasp on that hope was gone, and her future was planned for her.

Then again, perhaps everything would be okay. Perhaps the school would be amazing and interesting and have wonderful students. Yes, being optimistic was the wise choice.

Piper beamed at her mother and hugged her tighter.

“So this is it, huh?” Piper said to her joyful dad. “I’m really going… we’re really changing schools?” She gestured to herself and her sister.

“Actually, honey…” Her father looked uncomfortable. “Mirriam Academy is a boarding school.”

The jaws of Candace and Piper fell to the floor. “You’re sending me to a boarding school?” Piper screeched, all memory of deciding to be optimistic gone. “You’re shipping me off to this prim and proper school and I have to actually sleep there? No one who goes to a boarding school turns out well. No one,” she said coldly.

“Piper, that’s not true,” Mr. Magenta, his voice holding a dangerous tone. “Your mother and I went to a boarding school and we loved it.”

“Oh, that makes me feel so much better!” she screamed sarcastically, her statement holding a hidden meaning. She was insulting her parents in a way. Both her parents looked offended, and Candace was shocked that Piper even had the nerve to say something like that.

Huffing, Piper snatched up her book and stormed angrily up to her room, where she collapsed into the swivel chair in front of her computer. Furious, Piper almost smashed her keyboard as she Googled “Mirriam Academy”. She clicked on the first link that came up and scanned the text.

When she finished reading the first few lines she shut off her computer. According to the website, Mirriam Academy was an academy dedicated to the behavioural and educational improvement of its students. Piper’s anger was slowly being replaced by dread – her bad marks obviously wouldn’t be tolerated at this stupid academy. What sort of punishments did they have? Did they encourage the use of the cane, as Piper had read in so many fiction tales about students in boarding schools?

The poor fourteen-year-old calmed relatively after a few minutes and realised that she still had the envelope in her hand, along with the piece of parchment listing the things she needed. A lot of the things on the list looked extremely strange; it asked her to bring things like lizard eyes and legs of newts. But other things looked reasonably normal, like history books and school robes.

Sighing and deciding to accept her fate, Piper grabbed her suitcase and gym bag and packed everything that she could. All that was left was a few apparatus, those strange animal parts and her school robes. She knew where to get the apparatus but not the last two items. Those could be bought tomorrow.

Piper spent almost all of the rest of her day in the room, coming out only to have lunch and dinner. She slept with dreams of a zombie teacher whipping her with a cane.

~

Piper woke up at six, like she had the last morning. Again, she stared at her clock glumly, then dressed in jeans and a singlet before going downstairs. Unexpectedly, no one was up yet, so she scrawled a message on a scrap piece of paper and left it on the table. Slinging her backpack over her shoulders and slipping sunglasses on, the girl left with the list from Mirriam Academy in her hand and stepped onto the road.

Piper realised she had no idea where to go.

Honestly, what kind of shop sold lizard eyes, newt legs, spider eggs, snake venom, rat tails, mashed slug and so on? Piper’s shopping trip was going to be much more difficult than she had first anticipated.

The girl navigated her way out of the neighbourhood and to the main road. She sat down at a bus stop and got out her phone to Google the big question. Feeling that her attempt of a search would not produce any good results, she typed in “Mirriam Academy” and all of the weird animal parts and plants she needed. To her amazement, a link popped up. She eagerly tapped it and read the text of the website. There wasn’t much at all – just a few paragraphs saying that this was a shop that sold potion ingredients essential for Mirriam Academy students in G section. So they were potion ingredients? Piper was beginning to get the impression that her new school was a bit eccentric, or some other adjective akin to that.

At the bottom of the website, Piper found an address and figured out what bus she had to take. Ten minutes later, her desired bus came and she hopped on. After a grueling and sleepy hour sitting on a seat, she got off at a street with cheerful, small bakeries, grocery stores, clothing stores, toy shops and more. The fourteen-year-old scanned the sunny street and found her target: Mirriam’s Emporium.

As Piper walked closer to the store, she got a better view of the place. In a large glass display window, she could see plants, quills, ink, robes, telescopes, scales and, most disturbingly, jars full of different animal parts. This was definitely the place she was looking for.

When she opened the door, a little bell tinkled. The interior of the shop was dark and dusty. Shelves lining the walls were piled with jars of gels, animal parts and parts and plants, and more of the things she had seen in the display window. In the corner was a long rack of Mirriam Academy uniforms. Piper stood patiently by the vacant counter and rang the bell.

No one came. Piper was disappointed.

“Ah, yes,” said an old voice from somewhere, and Piper jumped. “Another fresh first-year!”

Piper turned around to see an old man with twinkling green eyes and shaggy white hair holding several brass scales. He placed them carefully next to a jar of small, orange eggs before walking behind the counter.

“Um, I-I’m looking for, er…” Piper hurriedly rummaged around in her backpack and took out the list. Everything she already had was crossed out, and unfortunately, only half of the items were crossed out.

“There’s no need for that, dear. Most students who come here are in need of the same things as you are. Over the years, I’ve memorised everything,” the old man said, placing a jar of small eyeballs in Piper’s arm. He continued grabbing things from shelves and putting them in Piper’s strained arms.

“My name is Reginald, if you were curious,” he murmured, bending down to get scales from a low shelf. “Brass or silver?”

“Uh, I, um….” Piper was unsure. What was the difference?

“Brass will do,” Reginald said, and placed them on in a few small containers he had gotten Piper. “Perhaps it would be wise to place these objects on the counter?”

“Oh, right,” Piper said, and obeyed him. She carefully put everything on the table and resumed following Reginald around the shop. Jars and apparatus piled up in her arms.

“Medium or small?” the shop owner asked, running his hands over two heavy cauldrons.

Piper was unsure again. She ran over to the counter to deposit her new items and returned.

“Medium will do. You want space when stirring your potions,” Reginald said, dumping a cauldron that weighed a ton into Piper’s arms.

“Right, of course…” Piper said with the strain of the cauldron’s weight. Yes, of course she needed space when stirring potions, because stirring potions was obviously something she did in her spare time as a hobby. Not.

She staggered over to the counter and was relieved to hear Reginald tell her that all that was left was her uniform.

“But I don’t my size,” Piper said, setting the cauldron down.

“Not to worry,” Reginald said. He beckoned Piper over to a little spot next to the rack and she waited patiently as he searched for a tape measure. When he finally got one, he started measuring her arms, legs, head, waist and full body height, muttering things as he progressed. He jotted all her measurements down on a notebook and, after a few minutes, came up with the answer.

“You are a size 327. I will get your uniform now.”

Thus began the process of throwing stuff into Piper’s arms all over again. Reginald browsed the rack, flicking various bits of clothing behind them. Piper skilfully but only just managed to catch them all before they hit the dirty floor.

“There, that should be all,” Reginald said proudly. Piper searched through the things she had and set them down on the counter. She had black robes, white shirts, a black skirt, stockings, school shoes, a jumper and a black hat.

“Reginald, I thought I was meant to also get…” Piper got out her list again. “A scarf and a tie.”

“You will get them soon, dear. First you must be sorted into your house and then you will receive the correctly coloured tie and scarf,” the old shopkeeper said, busily counting how much Piper needed to pay.

Oh dear, Piper suddenly thought. She didn’t have much money. Well, she had a hundred dollars, but it was it enough? And if it was, would it fit in her bag? Her potion ingredients would take up all the space of her bag, but then there was her uniform and the apparatus.

Reginald spoke after a good five minutes. “That’ll be ninety-nine dollars and fifty cents, thanks.”

Piper breathed a sigh of relief and handed over a hundred-dollar note. She got back fifty cents and commenced the packing. Grunting, Piper stuffed all her potion ingredient jars into her bag (Reginald watched, amused).

“Could I please have a few plastic bags?” Piper asked breathlessly.

“Certainly.”

Reginald went into the back and came out with two bags. Piper put all her apparatus in one bag and her uniform in the other.

Bidding Reginald goodbye, she exited the shop and caught the bus back home.

~

“Where have you been?” Mrs. Magenta shrieked when her daughter got back at nine o’clock that morning.

Piper flinched, even though she had been expecting this. “I-I just went shopping for stuff I need a-at my new school. And I left a note.” She pointed innocently at her scrap piece of paper.

“Oh, thank you for letting us see it so easily!” Mrs. Magenta screeched. “You could have been kidnapped! You could have been run over! Your father and I were having a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry, Mum,” Piper said meekly, and said nothing else. She knew that if she did her mother would go off her head and she wouldn’t hear the end of it for a week, even if she was in a blasted boarding school and their only communication was snail mail (or email, if Mirriam Academy had Internet).

“You had better be, Piper May Magenta,” Piper’s father scolded.

“Yeah, Piper,” Candace chimed in for the fun of it.

“Candace!” Mrs. Magenta snapped, and then lectured Piper about making notes easier to see and going off to places only with either her or her husband’s permission. Piper endured it, deciding a long lecture was better than her mother trying to lecture her all the time.

When Mrs. Magenta was out of her words, she told Piper to go to her room, and Piper did so gladly. In the safety of her bedroom she began to examine the new things she had bought, thinking what strange subjects Mirriam Academy must have. Her stomach lurched at the sight of all the disgusting potion ingredients but she faced her fears and packed it all into her suitcase, which was on the verge of bursting. Piper used her gym bag to put her books and uniform in, then retired to the computer to chat with her friends. Tomorrow, she was going off to her to her weird boarding school, and she wanted to spend the remainder of her time communicating with her friends.

~

Today was the day. She was going to go on the train, straight to a school of doom, and she was going to lose a lot of communication with the outside world, and she was going to make potions with her medium-sized cauldron, and she was going to wear her stupid looking school uniform. Joy.

Grumbling, Piper woke up at six a.m. as usual, stared a little at her clock and then dressed into a comfortable outfit for the train ride. She dragged her bags downstairs and ate breakfast quickly. Her parents and sister then came down and she smiled at them.

“Hello, guys. I’ll miss you,” she said, and miss them she would. She’d miss the perfume of her mother, the plumpness of her father and the cheek and natural blonde curls of her sister. But she had to go.

There was a sad goodbye scene, in which everyone cried (even Candace, much to Piper’s amazement), and suddenly Piper was on the bus, on the way to the train station. It was an extremely long trip, and already Piper missed her family. She sighed and leaned her head against the vibrating bus window.

Welcome to your new life, Piper thought bitterly.

I HAVE DONE IT.

I believe that I win. ^^

Seraphim for the win! Although I’ve noticed that all of my friends (all 5 of you, I’d appreciate your usernames guys!) are on the Pathfinders tribe. SERAPHIM FOR THE WIN.

I’m out of school now! So that means more writing! Right? Maybe. I still enjoy playing games and stuff.

I just went shopping and got the coolest shorts!

I also got a few neon shirts to go with it, and some hair ties because I can’t seem to keep mine in check…

What are you doing over the summer?

So, even though the plot is pretty original, the idea isn’t. Browsing the Greek Mythology Archive, I’ve seen so many stories about the gods reincarnating. This idea is extremely cliche!

I’ve decided to change some things:

-The tile is now Alpha Academy: The Lost Prophecy.

-Instead of being a reincarnation, they have the spirits of the gods inside of them. The idea is similar to the Kane Choronicles. [But not entirely, not having an original idea kills me. ]

-A New Plot! Come on, Act like it’s something you’ve won on a game show: 

When Sasha is accepted into a fancy boarding school, she discovers that she hosts the spirit of a goddess.  The last of the twelve Olympians to arrive at Alpha Academy. 

After filling all twelve thrones, the Lost Prophecy is complete. The Catch? Half of it is missing. Who knows what she’ll go through? 

Updated Profile. Something that fits the goddess inside her:

Main Info:

Name: Sasha Nicole Alexander

Age: 15

Grade: Freshman

Hosting: Athena

Hair Color: A Curly, Messy, Dark Chocolate Brown

Eye Color: Hazel Blue, almost Gray.

Height/Body Type: 5’9, Tall and Skinny.

Theme Song: I Am Woman~ Jordin Sparks

Pets: A tabby cat named Squeaky. What? She was eight…

Attitude/Personality: Sasha’s a calm, easy going person most of the time. She doesn’t participate in very many ‘girly’ type things and doesn’t usually pour out her feelings.

Good Traits: Artistic, Resourceful, Smart, and Protective of the People She Cares About

Flaws: Is awful with direction, The People she trusts can convince her to do almost anything, tries to hide certain feelings [Sadness, Jealousy, etc.]

Favorites:

Food: Mint Chocolate Ice Cream.

Artist[As in singer]: Nicki Minaj or Rihanna.

Class: Art. Sasha loves sketching.

Sport: Volleyball

Activities: Reading/being in the library, anything artistic, being with her friends, spear fighting

I hope that she isn’t a Mary Sue…

Feel free to update anything on the character you submitted.

Hello, all! I bet you’ve been wondering where ole Panda’s been recently. The end of the term – and semester – is rapidly approaching; consequently, my class and I have been bombarded by tests that we must study for, pages and pages of textbooks to read, and homework and assignments to complete. Due to this, I have been immensely busy and have had no time to post or write stories. But, luckily, today is Sunday and most of my homework is completed! All that’s left is a few hundred poems to write and a whole astronomy assignment to finish. No biggie.

Moving on – something amusing happened yesterday! Mum rented two movies (Albert Nobbs and Hugo) for us to watch. The first movie, Albert Nobbs, had the guy who played Mr. Weasley in it, and the second, Hugo (which I loved), has the woman who played Madame Maxime from the Goblet of Fire! Haha!

Okay, not important. But do you guys remembered the story I neglected, Academy of Mysteries? Well, I’m restarting it with the name Mystery Academy! I realise that I also have my duties with my FanFiction story, but I was browsing through my drafts and couldn’t resist. Another happy notification goes out to FoxFace – I have finished Camille (finally) and she will be coming your way as soon as I have a bit of a better break in homework and I have time to scan it! Also, I was browsing my sketchbook and found that I actually did a picture of Camille before, although it was a facial drawing with an ugly nose and rough shading, so I just decided to draw something new.

Alrighty, updates are all out of the way. Now I just need to decide whether to do homework, write Mystery Academy, or write my FanFiction…

~Pandora has a jewellery brand named after her! (Unforgettable moments…)

I’ve made a plot outline! I’m still working on the ending, but I’m still proud of myself for making the outline.

Chapter 1: Acceptance?

“Okay, Dad,” I said, “Which one of your friends helped you with this?”

“No one did,” He said, “Sasha, I didn’t send that.”

“Prove it.”

“Call the number on the bottom of the letter.”

I picked up the phone and dialed it.

“Alpha Academy of Excellence; How may we help you?” A voice answered.

“Uh… I’m Sasha Alexander. You sent me a letter?” I said.

“Ah yes, Miss Alexander. Would you like directions to the school?”

“No, but I-”

“Good, I will send them to you via e-mail. Goodbye.”

“Bye?”

The line went dead. A second later the computer beeped with an e-mail.

Dad’s friends don’t go very far with their pranks. Maybe this was real, after all.

“Get packing!” Dad said “The semester begins tomorrow!”

“But I don’t want to-” I started to protest.

“Hurry! Get everything you need.”

I let out a sigh. Looks like the decision has been made for me. 
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I grabbed everything and checked each item off my list as I threw it into my suitcase. When I was finished, I picked up my stuff and got in the car.

Squeaky, my tabby cat, rested her head in my lap. The idea of leaving  the cat with Dad scared me, knowing he couldn’t even take care of one of those virtual pets you have on those computer games. Thankfully, there were kennels.

I didn’t even want to go to this ‘Alpha Achademy of Excellence’. It probably doesn’t have as much diversity as my old school. In fact, I was betting that everyone was like Chelsea’s ‘Chick Clique’, the name everyone calls them. The main reason I sorted books in the Library durning Lunch.

I kept thinking of worst-case scenarios of the new school, hoping that there was a library I could hide in; when we drove up the long, winding driveway of the Academy.

“Welcome to Alpha Academy, Sasha.” Dad said.

This is it, I’m doomed.

So today I went to the mall to have lunch with my friends!! The place we ate was right next to the Disney store, so while one of my friends and I waited for our other friend to get there, we checked it out!

Of course, I was enticed by all the pretty dresses…

Enticed into BUYING ONE.

A kids’ dress.

Like, for five-year-olds.

What was I thinking!?

Anyway, it actually fits! But I’ll have to do a little tweaking anyway ^^”

My other dress is going… well, it’s going. I’ve just realized I did the sleeves wrong, but it shouldn’t be that hard to fix!

It’s just frustrating to me that I decided to buy that dress!! I could have bought her Tiara and a backpack or something instead! TT_TT Bluhhh I’m an idiot. Well, if worst comes to worst, now I have a Merida patch I could cut out sew onto something else ^^”

THIS IS THE DRESS.

askdjghaskldjghksdjhfjdshfkjshdgjdh!!!

So… pretty