Where Thunder Roars

Registered for school Thursday. Bleh. My goal is to make longer chapters. Starting now.

Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy: But here’s my number, so call me maybe. ~Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jespen 

Chapter 2: Call Me Maybe

3rd Person POV

The four maidens were very suprised when they woke up in a different room that morning. Aphrodite had decided to capture each of the girls while they slept.

“Good morning, girls,” The love goddess greeted, “Sleep well?”

“What are we doing here?” Hecate demanded.

“You’ll see,” Aphrodite answered,” I know you’ll love it!”

The four were already sick of Aphrodite. The Twilight movies, heart shaped cookies, love songs, countless boyfriend offers…  Today’s Torture? Makeovers.

Aphrodite untangled the knots in their hair, cut away split and burned ends, and dyed purple locks back to their natural color. When she was satisfied, she gave each of the maidens something to wear and set them free.

“Look at my hair,” Hecate screamed, shaking a piece of her now black hair around, “Look at it!”

“Whoa,” Artemis exclaimed, “What am I wearing?! The slit on this thing almost reaches my hip. You’re about this close to seeing my underwear.”

“My hair isn’t burned on the ends anymore,” Hestia said, trying to find something good about the situation.

Athena just stood there and stared at herself in Aphrodite’s one-eighty mirror. Her eyes said it all.  ’When I find her, I will kill her.’ 

~~~

“Hey, Haven’t seen you before,” Apollo said, “Want me to show you around?”

“Apollo,” Artemis excliamed, “It’s me, your sister.”

“My-Oh. Uh, this is awkward,” Apollo stuttered, “I-I’ll go over- Over there and talk to her…”

“Hey, I just met you-” Apollo sang.

“I refuse to call you,” Athena replied, glaring at him with her gray eyes.

Why did he keep running into his sisters, and why were they pretty all of the sudden?

~~~

“Aphrodite,” Psyche asked, “Why is Artemis wearing that dress?”

“Oh, I just gave her a makeover,” Aphrodite said, “Why? Don’t you like it?”

“I-I love it, really pretty…” Psyche answered, “But why the four maidens?”

“They need to love,” Aphrodite said, “They all live sad, lonely, loveless lives. Some of them even help men, and they don’t even fall in love with them. Have you seen-”

“Mother,” Eros interrupted, “I found the love potion you needed. It looks a little different, though.”

“Great,” Aphrodite exclaimed, “Go ahead and add it to your arrows.” She squealed, “Everyone’s getting a little extra love this year!”

~~~

“C’mon, How do I get her to notice me?” Pan asked.

“Alright, Here’s what you do,” Dionysus said, “Cover yourself in glitter and stand out in the sunlight. It drives ‘em nuts.”

Pan stared at him, “You’re joking…”

~~~

Everyone was surounding the four maidens, asking if they were new, needed any help, or trying to get their attention with awful pickup lines. Eventually, the girls locked themselves in the bathroom to try and make themselves look normal again.

“Ugh,” Hecate said, scrubbing at her face, “My makeup won’t come off.”

“My hair won’t ruin,” Athena said, “No matter what I do, it remains perfect.”

“My dress came off,” Artemis said, proudly standing in the clothes she usually wore.

“What’s going on?” Hestia asked.

“I think I know what happened,” Hecate said, “Aphrodite put a pretty spell on us.”

“Guilt, is a tough emotion. Sometimes, it swallows you up whole. Taking away the feel of true reality. But sometimes the truth and be even harder to bear than the endless lies you supply. Is it the truth that hurts more or the lies? Sometimes, we shall never know…”
Is it truly to love and let go?
Do those words truly mean something? 

Chapter 1- New Beginnings

If life could get any worse than this…

Winter sighed and looked out the window. It was a beautiful scenery that Winter itched to get her colored pencils and draw. But alas she was not in the mood for that.

Today, she was being shipped off to her uncle’s house. You are probably in good terms with your uncle and wouldn’t mind if you had live there for a while but Winter hated her uncle. She always never liked him. He was a strange man with wired spectacles, a walking cane and often mumbled and talked of strange things. He had always called her “Monarch Butterfly” which Winter thought was an annoyingly strange nickname for her. As a child she only came to her uncle’s house to see her aunt. Her aunt, Rosalyn was a wonderful person, caring, sweet, kind and a great cook. She always wondered why she had married such an awful person but that was a rude question to ask. She would play in her aunt’s garden. It was gorgeous with brightly colored flowers and sculptures. She kept building on to it because she believed it would keep her in good terms with the “fairies” and “pixies.” Her aunt believed in fairies and pixies and as a child she enjoyed listening to the stories she told. But when she was 5 her aunt was diagnosed with cancer and died. Everyone at her funeral shed tears for she was a wonderful person. After her aunt’s death, Winter believed her uncle got even more crazier as if he lost his sanity. He managed to keep the garden well and talked to it as if he were having a fine conversation with it. The rooms were all dusty and dirty as if you wanted to look at a glimpse of the past. Only 3 rooms were kept clean; the study, her aunts room and the guest room. She was devastated to be here. She might as well move to an orphanage.

She was being sent off there for a few reasons. After her brother’s murder, her mother became insane. She would drink and drink and hardly was ever sober. She was fired from her job and stayed home, drinking. Winter did as many after school activities so she wouldn’t be home often. The arts helped her cope. She drew her feelings, played her feelings on the clarinet and danced her feelings. She never dared to hurt her father but they got into loud arguments, frightening Winter. Her mother smashed bottles and threw furniture. The days her father worked late were the days she was even more frightened to go home. Her mother would knock her door and demand to come in, beating and hitting her. Her classmates would ask but Winter would just brush if off so they ended up just ignoring her which she didnt mind. She wasn’t like her brother who could stop her parents arguments easily. One day she was so fed up with it, she came over to her mother and yelled at her but she smashed a bottle on her head which sent her crying and her father having to bandage her. As time went on this issue became worse and not even the doctors could help her. Her father claimed this was not the woman he fell in love with. So now he was doing paperwork and trying to divorce her. Her father wanted her to be far away from this.

Her brother, Christopher.. He was a great person. He was the prize of the family while she stood silent in the background, not caring. Though she wished she were as great as her brother. He had inherited her fathers beautiful blond hair which was a yellowish color. Winter always wished she had gotten blond hair than black, it would make her pale complexion seem more darker. Her brother was perfect, good at everything. He excelled at sports and was the head of almost every team except football since he loathed that sport. He managed to keep wonderful grades, all A’s and AP classes. Winter was jealous at this because she was an average student and managed B’s, C’s and the occasional A. Her brother was very popular and was in good terms with everyone. Even the people who thought they hated him for his perfectness ended up liking him because he was a likable person. He even had a gorgeous girlfriend, her name was Diane. She had hazel eyes and beach blond hair. Of course she was the head cheerleader. Winter always wished she could make friends like that. She was quite unsociable and found it hard to make friends and strike conversations with people. She was quite shy and found it hard to open up to anyone. This led people to ignore her and lead her to have no friends. Her brother would try to find friends for her but Winter always dismissed his attempts. What do you do with a “friend”? If only her brother was still alive. He had a future. A perfect destiny. His future was a paved road while her’s was all bumps and ended up to the middle of nowhere. His death was a tortuous memory. It turned her insides out and made her feel undeniable shame for herself. It was a deep mental scar but on her conscious unlike her mother’s scar on her insanity. She was the useless child, the silent child, the child no one seemed to care about. While her brother was the star with never dying flame. She should have died..it would have been for the best. The memory of his death was fresh and clear as if it happened yesterday….

It was a cold autumn night, the wind blowing sending crisp colored leaves flying everywhere and landing cleanly on the ground. Winter couldn’t sleep, she heard footsteps and noises coming from downstairs. She believed it was her imagination and walked down the stairs with her red heart shaped pillow she slept with. Even though she was a teenager, she preferred sleeping with a soft object.

She went into the kitchen and reached for a cool polished glass and poured cold water in it. But what she saw outside almost made her glass. Two boys where standing near the window, they looked younger than Chris. One had bright, lively green eyes and held a golden knife while the other had brown eyes. Her brother stood in front of him, shocked and his hair ruffled from sleep. Winter his behind the doorway.

“What have you come here for?” Chris asked.

“I have come to kill you. Chris Penhollow.” The boy with green eyes said. This made Winter breathe a soft gasp. She tried to move but she was frozen with fear, her feet glued to the floor.

“What?” Chris’ eyes widened. “Why?”

But the boy said nothing and swiftly approached him. Chris dodged each strike and rummaged the room for something that could help him. He grabbed a pair of scissors as jabbed them at the boy. The boy worriedly shuffled and rolled out of the way. While Chris was consumed in fighting off the green eyes boy, the second boy came behind him. Winter wanted to scream, stomp or call 911. But her throat made now sound, her feet wouldn’t move and her arms were pinned down at her side. The brown eyed boy came behind him and punched him, sending him flying to the floor. The brown eyed boy pinned him down. Chris wriggled around flailing his arms, trying to punch the boy. Even though Chris was stronger and larger. The boys had the advantage since they were wide awake and Chris was interrupted from his sleep.

“Got him!” The brown eyed boy exclaimed.

“Good. Well, goodbye Chris. You werent a bad fighting opponent.” The green eyed boy brought the gleaming knife down.

“Wait! Tell my family..I love them!” Chris sputtered.

“Yeah yeah. Whatever.” The green eyed boy said. He sent the golden knife down to his heart twisting it as scarlet blood spilled out. He sent the knife down five times.

When Chris was completely dead and the boys were walking away. Winter’s senses reawakened and she fled to her brother, crying and holding his hand. She stared at his cold body with the golden life struck down on his heart. His face was cold, why did this have to happen?

The boys whirled around.

“What’s this? Chris had a lil sis?” The green eyed boy said, his eyebrow arching up.

“Hey. Kid were you here the whole time?” The brown eyes boy asked.

“Yes.” Winter said softy not making any eye contact.

“Wow. Your an idiot!” The green eyed boy laughed. “You could have saved your brother! Screamed, dialed 911 or stomped. But he’s dead now. You might as well held the bloody knife. And I wouldn’t have minded if I was interrupted by you…” He bent down and stroked her cheek. She flinched at the touch.

They whirled around and left. Winter shuddered. It was her fault…she..killed…him..she..could..have..saved him..

Winter got some rope loosely wrapped it around her and screamed.

Her parents rushed down and were shocked at the sight they saw. Their son was bleeding with a knife imprint in his heart. His eyes were fluttered closed and his blond hair was matted and bloody.

“Darling! What happened?” Her father cried.

“I came downstairs for water and saw 2 boys..One with green and the other with brown eyes came and k-k-k-killed him. The brown eyed one came and tied me up and wouldn’t let me move. The other boy had a knife and was fighting Chris. But he pinned him down and..and..s-s-st-stabbed him!” Winter cried. She wasn’t just crying because she was upset, she was crying because she lied. She could have saved him but she was frozen with fear. The guilt swallowed her up and resulted with eerie blackness..

Winter winced at the memory. It was April 26th, he didnt even make it to her birthday which was the next month. The guilt was still eating her up, to this very day. She should have-

“Ey! Winter we are here! I’ll help ya with your bags!” Paul exclaimed.

“Thanks Paul. You were a great driver.” Winter said. It was true. He chatted with her at the beginning of the way. They asked each other’s names and about where she was going. Paul was going to college in San Diego and was working part time to pay off the tuition.

“How much was the ride?” Winter asked.

“11.53!” He exclaimed.

Winter rummaged through her purse and only found 20 dollar bills. She handed him one and he looked around for change.

“Argh. You might as well could have-”

“Keep the change.” Winter said softly. At least she was doing a nice gesture for someone before she left to her uncles house. Paul seemed pleased and hopped in the cab.

“Good luck at yer Uncles house!” He exclaimed and zoomed away. Winter wished she could scream for him to come back, that she could help him by selling paintings. But her father would be cross if she decided not to go to her uncles house.

She looked up at the estate. The hedges were untrimmed and the grass was tall as if it had not been cut. Vines wrapped around it giving it the look of an abandoned palace. Of course this wasnt her palace and she was no princess with a perfectly ending love story. The garden still looked acceptable with roses, daffodils and flowers of every color. But the scent of the garden made her nostalgic, it just was filled with Rosalyn.

Winter went up to the doorbell and gulped. She pressed the gold button and let the bell echo and chime. Maybe, he wasnt home?

To her disappointment he opened the door. His hair was slick, his wired glasses taped and he wore a suit and he had his name tag from work reading “Fredrick Penhollow.”

“Ah. Monarch Butterfly! Come in! Come in!” Fredrick exclaimed and grabbed her luggage.

The house looked even more dismal without her aunt’s colorful touch. The grandfather clock chimed sadly singing a soft and sad melody.

He dragged her up to her room. It was gorgeous, with Aunt Rosalyn’s touch of style. The bed was a large canopy bed with blue and white stripes and fluffy pillows. The walls were plastered with various science posters of her uncle’s and paintings. There was a cherry wood table with a chair and a cushion on it. Next to the bed was a cherry wood nightstand with a silver lamp. The room was carpeted with vanilla colored carpet. The bathroom was small but decent, mostly green. Outside her window she had a fantastic view of Rosalyn’s ever famous garden. The smell of fresh flowers wafted throughout the room.

She laid down on the bed letting the silky sheets cover her body. She unpacked her stuff and left her clothes in the closet. She took out her sketchbook and contemplated what to draw. She found herself better at observational drawing than imagining things to draw but the only thing she could draw with her imagination was fairies. She drew the garden through Rosalyn’s eyes. Beautiful flowers with dancing fairies. The drawing was bittersweet.

“Tea!” Fredrick cried.

Winter sighed, and left the sketchbook on the nightstand. She sniffed the air and smelled English Brunch tea. She smiled, at least he had good taste in tea compared to the Earl Gray tea he used to bring. Her nose crinkled at the thought. Fredrick was sitting at the table with a newspaper and his glasses were loosely perched on his nose. He held a dainty pink teacup and was drinking calmly. Winter poured herself some and took a seat across from him.

“Ah. Very interesting article.” He murmured to no one in particular. Winters deep blue eyes focused on the floor hoping that he wouldn’t notice her. As if it was on demand Fredrick looked right at her.

“So Winter I have some fantastic news!” He exclaimed and set the teacup down.

Winter raised an eyebrow, she didn’t know what this mans idea of “good news” was.

“Well, what is it?” Winter asked.

“I have enrolled you in a boarding school.” He replied.

Authors Note: Holy :O It is long. I hope you can survive. 2 more chapters when characters are introduced! Foxface I am waiting for your character :3 

This. Anime. Series. Is. Awesome.

It’s called Shakugan no Shana, which translates to Shana of the Burning Eyes. I’ve only watched 2 and a half episodes of this anime series. Here’s a summary.

He had thought his normal days would last forever, until they were ended abruptly by an encounter with a girl with red hair and eyes. He named her Shana.

Not long after he enters high school, Sakai Yuji’s normal days come to an end. He sees something bizarre on his way home: people are frozen in a strange fire, and a monster that looks like a large doll is attacking them. Just when he’s about to be killed, a girl in a dark cloak wielding a large sword appears, and slices the monster in half. Although Yuji survives the strange encounter, the girl informs him of a desolate truth: “You don’t ‘exist’ anymore.”

She calls herself a Flame Haze who hunts “Guze no Tomogara” [people of the Crimson World]; intruders from another world. She explains to him that he is a “Torch”, a substitute of Yuji whose “existence” has already been devoured. She also told him that he is a special Torch, “Mystis”, which contains a precious item in it. When he looks at his chest, he sees within himself a faint flame, just as she said.

It is in this way that his eternal struggle alongside the girl begins. (Source: AnimeNFO)

It’s kinda hard to explain by myself. But any girl with long red hair, red eyes, and a samurai-style blade with diamond shapes on the handle who fights against Crimson Detizens or whatever they’re called catches the attention of me.

The floating guy is the master Crimson Detizen, Hunter. The doll he is carrying is Marianne (you can barely see her). The red-haired girl with embers flying off her is Shana. The guy with brown hair who’s really stunned (you just can’t see it) is Yuji.

When Shana’s not fighting anybody, she has black hair, brown eyes, and, apparently, a love for melon bread. ^_^

So I’ve been addicted to this series. Yeah. I’ll go and finish the episode now. That picture up there is where I’m up to, so well, I wanna see what happens next! BT out!

*dashes*

Here’s one more epic image:

I’ve successfully made a Tumblr.  It doesn’t have much, but hey, I just made it like, an hour ago.

http://theres-ashewolfinyourcloset.tumblr.com/

Also, could you give me  the link to yours so I can follow it? 

Hey guys, Miley here…
Wow, I haven’t been very active have I? Meh, must’ve been drawing on Photoshop and listening to music too much. Meh.

And I’ve probably been playing too much Ratchet And Clank…

So, consider this just a post to insure I’m not dead.

Goshdarnit school is starting in a few months and I hate it. I DON’T WANT TO GO TO 8TH GRADE YET!! DX

Okay, yes, I’m going to 8th grade…but it doesn’t even feel like it. I guess I’m afraid of going to high school next year because there’s been so many bomb threats.

I know what you’re thinking and yes, there has been many bomb threats this year at the high school. We once had to go home early because of it. The middle school is very close to the high school so we had to evacuate at like 1:45, that’s about an hour earlier than when we usually leave.

So yeah, it’s scary. As if the Colorado shooting wasn’t enough already…

But, in better news, I’ve been watching the season 2 of LEGO Ninjago. It’s getting pretty exciting. 8D You guys should watch it. >:3

Wait…I think that’s all…meh.

To close the post, here’s Zane!

Which opening ceremony was better? London or Beijing?

Personally, I don’t remember Beijing’s very well, so I can’t judge ^^; All I really remember was the drums, but those were pretty good!

But London had JK Rowling and Kenneth Branagh and Mr. Bean and Queen and even a TARDIS noise. Omg. I can’t.

I’m mad at London’s, though ^^; THE DOCTOR WAS SUPPOSED TO LIGHT THE TORCH.

IT WAS A FIXED POINT IN TIME.

NOW TIME’S GOING TO GO WIBBLY-WOBBLY TIMEY-WIMEY!

But, then, the Doctor had to refrain from lighting the fire. Otherwise Donna would see him. The Doctor had to save Donna. Hmm.

WOW DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT GINGER HOTTIE REPRESENTING AUSTRALIA IN THE PARADE OF NATIONS WOOWEE WHO WAS HE

I’ve been thinking about getting a Tumblr, but I have a few questions before I start.

1: What all can you do on Tumblr? I’ve seen pics and gifs, anything else?

2: What would I call it? I was thinking something like There’s a She Wolf in Your Closet. I have no idea how I came up with this, I like the Shakira Song.

3: Can you use it on your phone/iPod/Whatever else is considered a mobile device?

That’s it, hope I didn’t overwhelm you with questions.

Edit: All my questions have been answered. Thanks. I’m creating a Tumblr right now, I’ll post the link soon. 

Yes.

I’m fat.

Deal with it.

But seriously, the ways my family goes around to tell me. Ugh, whatever, just because they never eat doesn’t mean that other humans shouldn’t eat! I like sunflower seeds. And cookies. And a bunch of other things with sugar. Which is probably why I’m fat. But they need to stop telling me that I’m fat and go eat something.

ARRRGGGHHHH

I was fat, I am fat, and I’ll be fat forever. That’s simply the truth and it’s going to be that way for forever.

I’m done ranting now. xD

WAIT. Someone just called me “fattie” so instead of wisely smacking that person, I’m angrily taking it out on this poor blog. I’m sorry, little bloggie. I don’t mean to be abusing you with my rants on how fat I am, but smacking someone would be sort of problematic. I think I’ll go read Wicked fanfiction now. ‘CAUSE WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

Oh, sweet Oz, when did I turn so dramatic?

This is to organize my thoughts and to let you guys know what is going on with your characters.

Winter- Jerome, Best Friends
Winter- Nessa, Best Friends
Luke- Michael, Best Friends
Luke- Herman, Good Friends
Katie- Jerome, Dating
Esme- Michael, Dating
Kelsi, Avery, Taylor, Good Friends

And Final Character List:
Name: Winter Fione Penhollow
Age: 15
Appearance: Winter is on the short side and is small and petite. She is slim and has a pale tint to her skin. Long skinny arms with slim wrists and short slim legs. She has full red lips, small nose and a heart shaped face. She has long wavy black hair with bangs. Her eyes are a vivid dark blue like the color of a lake. Blue is the color she feels that she looks best in.
Personality: Winter has quite low self esteem and doesn’t regard her self well. Calling herself “useless”. She is unsociable and finds it hard to make friends because she finds it difficult to open up to. After her brothers death she developed a love for the arts. Art, Dancing and Musical Instruments. She is quite artistic. She is headstrong, strong willed and determined. She is also can be very stubborn but is more on the quiet side.
Weapon: A silver dagger with blue “fairy dust” encased in the hilt of the dagger. Wrapped around the hilt are a design of silver vines. The dagger doubles as a fairy dust necklace and when she rips it off it transforms into the dagger. This dagger was once her aunts who also went to the same school as her.
House: Blue, arts
Weakness: Brothers Death, grief and guilt.
Relationships: Has a rocky love-hate relationship with Luke

Name: Luke Chase Daniels
Age: 16
Appearance: Luke is very tan and tall and well built. He has medium length golden hair and bright eyes.
Personality: Luke can be quite sarcastic and acts as if he doesn’t care about anything but behind closed doors he is quite sensitive. He tends to bottle up his emotions and doesnt know how to tell people what he really is feeling behind that smirk. is cocky and stands for himself. He is also quite the romantic guy. He shows a mask of that guy who is chill, cool and doesn’t care what you think of him.
Weapon: A mystery..for you!
House: Green, Sports
Weakness: His love for Winter and a deed that he did in the past. (I would say but that would ruin something)
Relationships: Crushing on Winter

Blake:

Name: Jerome Nicholas Martin
Age (15 or 16) : 16
Appearance: Jerome is tall and has a pale tint to his skin. He has short length brown hair, green eyes and usually wears grey.
Personality: He can be quite cunning and often manipulates his small posse into doing almost anything. You could say he’s almost evil. When he isn’t with his posse, he enjoys playing practical jokes on the students.
Weapon: He prefers to use knives, but if he needs to, he often improvises.
House: Red, Academic
Weakness: The revelation of a dark secret from his past (I guess the secret could be like he knows witchcraft, but nobody finds out until the end)
Relationships with other characters: Jerome doesn’t get along with the other students at Thomas Jefferson Academy, except for Winter and the rest of the group. He usually uses his free time thinking up practical jokes to play on the ones he doesn’t like or get along with.

Herman:

Name : Ryan Slashnigher
Age : 15 and one day
Appearance: Brown hair, Caucasian, between tall and short, wears a hoodie and sunglasses all the time, blue eyes. Boy.
Personality : High Self Esteem, proud, has a temper problem. Charismatic, has royal blood. Can be kind, to one that deserves it.
Weapon : Impregnable, invincible sword if he uses it well. Made from Demon blood. Stained with blood, and tends to gross out younger girls when it drips blood.
House : Green (sport)
Weakness : Death of cousin. Really got to him.
Relationships : Just the group.

Rainfall:

Name: Avery Glen
Age (15 or 16): 16
Appearance: Avery has light brown hair and light brown eyes. Her hair is layered and an inch or two above her shoulders. She has a couple of freckles across her nose and a well-tanned complexion.
Personality: Avery is bold and a bit of a magnet to trouble. She loves adventure and searches for any opportunity to go beyond the standard norm. She’s a bit wacky and known to be quite crazy, but she has a lot of courage and spirit. Avery’s ego is large and inflated, to the point where she thinks she can do anything. Despite this, she’s self sacrificing and willing to even die for someone in need. She’s also slow to anger, but her temper will eventually become extremely reckless and violent.
Weapon: A slightly curved knife that she likes to show off.
House: Purple – Literature
Weakness: She can never back down from a challenge, even a hopeless one. She’s arrogant enough to think she can defeat the odds.
Relationships with other characters?: Umm…you can decide! ^^;

PoptropicanPeoples:

Name: Taylor Alison Marie
Age (15 or 16) 16
Appearance: She has curly strawberry-blond hair, loves to wear cowboy boots, and causal clothing but also loves red/white dresses. Caucasian, and she is tall. (5’11″-over 6 feet in heels)
Personality: She loves to sing and write songs with the help of her guitar. She loves to watch romantic movies. Her favorite color is white, and her favorite number is 13th. Loves animals-born on a farm where she rides horses and helps her parents. She has confidence in herself. Is not atheletic at all. Loves to act to help “stage-presence.”
Weapon: She has a sword given to her after her beloved ex-boyfriend died after a horrible illness. (weakness-she still misses him)
House: Blue-(Arts)….music?
Weakness: She’s afraid of having her heart broken after relationships, but she’s love the concept of “love” and is fascinated with it. She was often teased for having “frizzy” hair in elementary school.
Relationships with other characters?: she’s a true romantic…..so, yeah if you want her to..she can.

Nicola:

Name: Katie Azote (azote means nitrogen in French xD)
Age (15 or 16): 16
Appearance: Waist-length dirty blonde hair, mischievious green eyes, slightly pale skin (of English descent though has an accent of whatever country the story is set in).
Personality: Katie loves a good laugh. She’s incredibly cunning and can pull off a prank in ten seconds, but she’s also good-natured and nice to most people and is very loyal to her friends. She is outgoing, funny and loves to make jokes, and that’s why everyone loves her. She can also be a bit cheeky at times, or she can tease her friends (though in a good-natured way), and she will become very sarcastic when angered. She is very fit and enjoys sport; she’s also a bit of a tomboy and is ruthless when playing football.
Weapon: Katie can use almost anything to make a weapon but her most-used weapon is her trusty Swiss army knife.
House: Green (sports)
Weakness: Katie has trypanophobia, a phobia of needles. Needles scare the rational parts of her brain into hiding.
Relationships with other characters?: You make this up. I suppose Katie could have a best friend, and be good friends with the rest of the group, though it wouldn’t hurt to get her a boyfriend… ooh la la!

Super Thunder:

Name: Nessa Levelle
Age: 15
Appearance: Caramel long hair, wears in a headband. Very pretty face, but unfortunately people don’t bother looking into her because she’s in a wheelchair and they don’t want to haul her around. She’s short and very skinny with a lot of arm muscle, but no leg muscle (obviously xD). Her eyes are light brown. Shelooks a lot younger than she really is.
Personality: Nessa can be the sweetest person ever, and is generally quiet and kind. However, she’s dependent on her wheelchair and she’s always either reading a book or doing something else that’s quiet, because she doesn’t talk much. She can be very sweet and kind, until she’s driven past her breaking point where she can pretty much go insane with anger and do something she’d regret very much. Like kill someone or something. Just an example. xD However, this has never happened, and nobody knows she can be sort of crazy.
Weapon: I’m thinking… xD A small pistol, I guess.
House: Yellow
Weakness: Is in a wheelchair because legs are paralyzed (yes, I’m going through a Wicked phase. Don’t judge)
Relationships with other characters?: I don’t really know. If anyone wants to be my friend/something else, just comment!

Brave Tomato

Name: Esmerelda (Esme) Rosso

Age: 16

Appearance: She’s a tall and thin fair-skinned girl with long brunette hair with a single red-violet streak in it. She has decently large brown eyes with makeup usually on it with an oval shaped face. Most of the time, she wears her cheerleading uniform under a denim jacket and black skinny belt.

Personality: Off the squad, she’s kind and allowing others to take leadership besides her, but on the squad, it’s like a Jekyll-Hyde transformation: she becomes bossy and a perfectionist. If even one person messes up. Esme takes notice and has a talkthrough with that person, strict and worridly. Both on and off the field, at times, she could be a little show-offish.

Weapon: A crossbow her dad gave her

House: Green (cheerleading)

Weakness: Despite her ability to confront people for their mistakes on the squad, she can become cowardly when it comes to serious situations. That’s why she uses a ranged weapon.

Relationships with other characters?: Other members of the squad are divided on what they think of Esme (some appreciate her, while others hate her for her perfectionism), but she feels her strongest with the group

Phoenix’s:

Name: Michael Miller
Age: 15
Appearance: tall, a bit muscular but not ripped, medium skin, short curly ice-blond hair, angular face, warm hazel eyes
Personality: brotherly, natural leader, the type of person who lives by goals and achieving them, well rounded, humble, discreetly domineering (controlling), overcritical, makes anyone feel welcome, people-smart, great intuition
Weapon: jus’ a sword
House: Yellow-general knowledge
Weakness: pride, loyalty to others, protectiveness of gang
Relationships with other characters?: *shrug*

Name: Kelsi Colette Spree
Age: 15, almost 16
Appearance: Bright blonde hair, blue eyes, she is 5 foot 10. She doesn’t like looking like that, she would rather have brown or black hair. She usually wears a t-shirt, sweat pants, and a jacket. She always holds on to her chemistry set and tiny but expandible computer which she carries around in a satchel or shoulder bag.
Personality: She is horrible at physical activity, but her knowledge makes up for that. She is great with using computers (hacking, making software and programs,etc) and fairly good with chemistry. She is kind, but worries way to much, and passes out sometimes if she thinks to much.(This character is mostly from one of my favorites series: The Specialist)
Weapon: Mostly using her computer to hack, but is making chemicals to make tiny bombs and poisons okay? (If it is she is scared to use chemicals, but if she has to she uses them, if not… blowdarts or a dagger)
House: Red
Weakness: Planes(her parents and her were on one, terrorists rigged it to go down, she swam up with out being noticed since she was wearing blue, but the terrorist shot the parents in the sinking plane), her klutzyness.
Relationships: I don’t know… Probably just being friends with the group.

Sorry, for all the story stuff. I need to get this all straightened out so my brain can develop the characters.

Next, Chapter 1! WARNING. Chapter 1 and 2 are just Winter. And you meet Luke late.

Just so you know, Eros’s arrows haven’t been tampered with yet. Also, please give me constructive criticism! I’ll cherish it and love it and use it to make this story better. I know the chapters are short. 

Chapter 1: Love is Everywhere

“…and the good vial will cure anything. It has been used to raise the dead and make them live again. And no, they do not come back as zombies.”

Hecate Point of View.

Last time I checked, there were no signs of romance on Mount Olympus. I’d decided to leave the Underworld and go there, because I was so sick of hearing ‘I’m so glad Valentine’s Day is in winter, so I can spend it with you’. Spring needed to come a lot quicker.

“I love you, Eros,” Psyche said, “Did you know that?” Eros answered her question with a full out kiss on the lips.

“Ugh,” Athena muttered, “Disgusting.”

“Can you guys make out somewhere else?” I snapped, “I didn’t want to see that. It’s gross, Okay?”

Love was everywhere, and everyone had something special for the one they loved.

Maybe I should visit Olympus more often.

Aphrodite skipped over to me. “Hi, Hecate,” She greeted, “Do you want a heart shaped cookie? A makeover? A boyfriend?”

“No,” I said bluntly, wishing I could rip out her hair. Of course the ‘No getting blood on the marble floors’ rule made this wish ungrantable. Stupid marble floors.

Aphrodite skipped up to the other maidens and asked the same three questions. Hestia muttered a ‘No Thank You’, Athena tried to be polite and took a cookie, but refused the other two options, and Artemis, along with several of her nymph friends, glared at her wordlessly.

I decided to go out to the Courtyard -where you could get blood everywhere without a care in the world-, but was stopped by a sharp pain in my arm. Eros.

“Eros, What’s your problem?” I asked, pulling the arrow out my arm.

“Aw, Hecate,” Eros sighed, “You got in the way. I was going to hit Apollo. Again…”

Because I was hit with his stupid arrow, I had no intention of hurting him whatsoever. The good news is, I had no intention of kissing him either.

I handed him his arrow, “Leave before I use you to test out my new potion,” I said, “I have no idea what it does, but the name of it sounds deadly.”

Zombie Elixir. Yeah, really deadly.

Here are 7 important characters that you should know about. This should provide a conveinent place to find some information on these gods/goddesses without having to look up anything.

Aphrodite- Goddess of love and beauty. Don’t assume she’s a ditsy blonde: She made a lot of stuff go down in the Myths. 

Artemis- Goddess of the hunt, the moon, and wild animals. She has a lot of nymph friends. They hunt and avoid men together. One of the four maidens.

Athena- Goddess of war, wisdom, and a long list of other stuff. She helped out a lot of Heroes in the Myths. Another maiden.

Eros- God of Love. He has two types of arrows: One makes you fall in love, and the other causes hate. Eros is married to Psyche.

Psyche- Goddess of the soul. She had to compete a lot of tasks(given by Aphrodite) to marry Eros. Sometimes, she had butterfly wings.

Hestia- Goddess of the hearth and home. Doesn’t really do anything in the Myths. She did reject Apollo and Posiedon’s marriage offers, though. ‘Nother Maiden.

Hecate- Goddess of the night, magic, and crossroads. She lives in the Underworld most of the time. She’s up on Olympus in the story for some reason. Final Maiden.

“They are coming.”

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Who knew crushes could be so dangerous?

James finds himself instantly crushing on the British new girl, Cassiopeia Cygnus. She’s beautiful, talented, feisty, and not afraid to say what’s on her mind – how would she ever notice a dork like James? James cannot believe his luck when he and Cassiopeia are paired in a project that will certainly give them a lot of time to know each other. Things proceed well, until James finally reveals his feelings for Cassiopeia.

From that point on, he’s not safe.

Cassiopeia reveals her deadliest and darkest secret, one that puts anyone who knows it in immediate danger. James is introduced to a world of magic and murder, and there’s no turning back.

He has so many questions, but his main one is: who are the people after them?

Only their undying love for each other can save them now. Join James and Cassiopeia on their magnificent but dark journey. Along the way they’ll encounter dragons, crazy psychotic killers and plenty of gloves, while James learns a few things about his history.

You’ll find plenty of action and romance in this shadowy tale about love and the things it makes people do, death, magic and discovering your wings.

Ha! This is a funny skit, telling you guys about this little problem I have at the moment to do with French. Oh, and I couldn’t help but add in how “time of the month” can mean two things.

Kind of like what I did in this post, but instead of my Being and the Alison’s Story characters, I have included Harry Potter characters, myself and my Being.

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Featuring:

Nicola
Ron
Hermione
Tonks
Pandora
Malfoy

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The Burrow. Interior. Day.

Nicola: Guys… I have a little problem.

Ron: *groans* Don’t start laying all your period bollocks on me! I’ve heard quite enough about it from Ginny, thanks very much, and I am a man and don’t deserve to be burdened with that type of information!

Pandora: Ooh, did you know Ginny and Lupin’s times of the month are synchronised?

Ron: [disgusted] No, and I did not need to know that!

Tonks: Nor did I!

Nicola: Hello – back to me, please! I need some help.

Hermione: What for, Nicola?

Nicola: I… am becoming French.

Tonks: Ooh, brilliant, you can shut Fleur up for us!

Nicola: No, you misunderstand! Everywhere I go, I see French. I see a billboard – it says, “The fastest car in ten years,” and I say in my brain, “La plus vite voiture en dix ans!” Because… because I just can’t help translating everything I see into French, and sometimes when I forget a word in English I replace it with the French word. That’s not normal at all! Aidez-moi!

Hermione: [thoughtfully] Actually, I think it’s a sign that means you’re really getting into the swing of learning French. You pick it up much faster than your classmates, right? It’s probably because of all those mini exercises you do in your brain, translating everything.

Malfoy: I disagree. She’s going mental. Let’s ship her off to St. Mungo’s now.

Ron and Hermione: Malfoy!

Pandora: When did you get here?

Nicola: Yes, how long have you been eavesdropping, Mal Foi? Wait… *begins to giggle uncontrollably*

Tonks: Hi, cousin. Oh, whoops, I think I put the Giggling Potion in Nicola’s cup instead of Sirius’…

Malfoy: What in the name of Merlin’s boxers is so funny?

Nicola: *more giggling* HAHAHA! MERLIN’S BOXERS!

Hermione: Oh, no, I think we’ve waken up the ghoul…

*there are several loud bangs from upstairs*

Ron: *sighs* I’ll calm him down. *gets up to leave*

Pandora: Calm down, Nicola!

Nicola: *ceases giggling immediately at Pandora’s words* Oh, that was strange.

Malfoy: Tell me what was funny.

Nicola: Oh, well there was your comment about Merlin’s boxers… *starts to giggle*

Tonks: Calm down.

Nicola: *stops giggling instantly* Right. And then… I just discovered the etymology of your last name. Mal foi is French for bad faith. So that basically means… your name is Dragon Bad Faith! *cries as she giggles again*

Hermione: Calm down.

Nicola: *stops* Thanks. Well, now we’ve finished with that, have you got any suggestions as to what I can do with my French problem?

Malfoy: Just talk it off with that Delacour girl.

Tonks: You mean Fleur? Nah, she comes in the house, she turns it into a snobby dump.

Malfoy: It would be an improvement.

Tonks, Hermione, Pandora, Nicola: *glare*

Tonks: You could Obliviate yourself and forget French.

Hermione: No! However would she continue with her studies?

Pandora: Oh, you guys, isn’t it simple?

Tonks, Malfoy, Hermione: No.

Pandora: I didn’t think so either.

*silence, then Ron enters with a ghoul attached to his back, scratching him painfully everywhere*

Ron: Ahh, a little help here? Ouch, you bloody ghoul, that’s my private spot!

Nicola: *doesn’t stop giggling until dawn*

Hi, I just got back from vacation. I’ll talk about it and start chapter two of  Love Bites (Which I’m glad tou enjoyed) sometime this week. Right now I’m really tired and need sleep. I probably won’t even remember posting this in the morning. 

Did I miss anything important?

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I have an absolutely wonderful new story idea! But it is extremely dark and violent..Just saying! There is a great plot twist at the end and if I never finish the story, I shall tell you! I also have a few character requirement things. Teaser!

Horror. Mystery. Suspense. Murder. Winter is shipped of to the Ace Academy of Talented Youth after her brothers death. But trouble is stirring and Winter and her friends investigate. Little did they know, doing this was putting their lives in peril danger. But between this all the mastermind of this all is at large. Who could they be? Let’s just say people who are dead, don’t stay dead forever.

Requirements
•I need a minor character to die. So if you would like make your own and another not so lovable character so I won’t feel bad when I kill em’ off. Tell me if you make em’
•I need a leader of the “gang” He must be brotherly and a boy but you can add any other qualities and such. Tell me if you make him.
•Your character must have a weakness. Something that could be used in a threat. Like for my character Winter, it is her brother’s death.
•Houses. The house defines a person’s classes and what they study or excel in. But they donot define your roommate or who you make sit with at lunch. There are different houses and they represent things here they are: Green- Sports
Red- Academic
Purple- Literature
Blue- Arts
Yellow- General Knowledge (just classes you would have in your school)
Green- Sports
•15 or 16 is the age please.
•A weapon is required in the school so dont make it a machine gun or anything like that
•One must be able to do witchcraft, they will be very important in the end

Character Sign Up:

Name:
Age (15 or 16)
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapon:
House:
Weakness:
Relationships with other characters?:

Characters so far:

Randy’s Character,

Name: Winter Fione Penhollow
Age: 15
Appearance: Winter is on the short side and is small and petite. She is slim and has a pale tint to her skin. Long skinny arms with slim wrists and short slim legs. She has full red lips, small nose and a heart shaped face. She has long wavy black hair with bangs. Her eyes are a vivid dark blue like the color of a lake. Blue is the color she feels that she looks best in.
Personality: Winter has quite low self esteem and doesn’t regard her self well. Calling herself “useless”. She is unsociable and finds it hard to make friends because she finds it difficult to open up to. After her brothers death she developed a love for the arts. Art, Dancing and Musical Instruments. She is quite artistic. She is headstrong, strong willed and determined. She is also can be very stubborn but is more on the quiet side.
Weapon: A silver dagger with blue “fairy dust” encased in the hilt of the dagger. Wrapped around the hilt are a design of silver vines. The dagger doubles as a fairy dust necklace and when she rips it off it transforms into the dagger. This dagger was once her aunts who also went to the same school as her.
House: Blue, arts
Weakness: Brothers Death, grief and guilt.
Relationships: Has a rocky love-hate relationship with Luke

Randy’s Second Character:

Name: Luke Chase Daniels
Age: 16
Appearance: Luke is very tan and tall and well built. He has medium length golden hair and bright eyes.
Personality: Luke can be quite sarcastic and acts as if he doesn’t care about anything but behind closed doors he is quite sensitive. He tends to bottle up his emotions and doesnt know how to tell people what he really is feeling behind that smirk. is cocky and stands for himself. He is also quite the romantic guy. He shows a mask of that guy who is chill, cool and doesn’t care what you think of him.
Weapon: A mystery..for you!
House: Green, Sports
Weakness: His love for Winter and a deed that he did in the past. (I would say but that would ruin something)
Relationships: Crushing on Winter

Blake’s Character:

Name: Jerome Nicholas Martin
Age (15 or 16) : 16
Appearance: Jerome is tall and has a pale tint to his skin. He has short length brown hair, green eyes and usually wears grey.
Personality: He can be quite cunning and often manipulates his small posse into doing almost anything. You could say he’s almost evil. When he isn’t with his posse, he enjoys playing practical jokes on the students.
Weapon: He prefers to use knives, but if he needs to, he often improvises.
House: Red, Academic
Weakness: The revelation of a dark secret from his past (I guess the secret could be like he knows witchcraft, but nobody finds out until the end)
Relationships with other characters: Jerome doesn’t get along with the other students at Thomas Jefferson Academy, except for Winter and the rest of the group. He usually uses his free time thinking up practical jokes to play on the ones he doesn’t like or get along with.

Herman’s Character: 

Name : Ryan Slashnigher
Age : 15 and one day
Appearance: Brown hair, Caucasian, between tall and short, wears a hoodie and sunglasses all the time, blue eyes. Boy.
Personality : High Self Esteem, proud, has a temper problem. Charismatic, has royal blood. Can be kind, to one that deserves it.
Weapon : Impregnable, invincible sword if he uses it well. Made from Demon blood. Stained with blood, and tends to gross out younger girls when it drips blood.
House : Green (sport)
Weakness : Death of cousin. Really got to him.
Relationships : Just the group.

Rainfall’s Character: 

Name: Avery Glen
Age (15 or 16): 16
Appearance: Avery has light brown hair and light brown eyes. Her hair is layered and an inch or two above her shoulders. She has a couple of freckles across her nose and a well-tanned complexion.
Personality: Avery is bold and a bit of a magnet to trouble. She loves adventure and searches for any opportunity to go beyond the standard norm. She’s a bit wacky and known to be quite crazy, but she has a lot of courage and spirit. Avery’s ego is large and inflated, to the point where she thinks she can do anything. Despite this, she’s self sacrificing and willing to even die for someone in need. She’s also slow to anger, but her temper will eventually become extremely reckless and violent.
Weapon: A slightly curved knife that she likes to show off.
House: Purple – Literature
Weakness: She can never back down from a challenge, even a hopeless one. She’s arrogant enough to think she can defeat the odds.
Relationships with other characters?: Umm…you can decide! ^^;

Thepoptropicanpeople’s Character: 

Name: Taylor Alison Marie
Age (15 or 16) 16
Appearance: She has curly strawberry-blond hair, loves to wear cowboy boots, and causal clothing but also loves red/white dresses. Caucasian, and she is tall. (5’11″-over 6 feet in heels)
Personality: She loves to sing and write songs with the help of her guitar. She loves to watch romantic movies. Her favorite color is white, and her favorite number is 13th. Loves animals-born on a farm where she rides horses and helps her parents. She has confidence in herself. Is not atheletic at all. Loves to act to help “stage-presence.”
Weapon: She has a sword given to her after her beloved ex-boyfriend died after a horrible illness. (weakness-she still misses him)
House: Blue-(Arts)….music?
Weakness: She’s afraid of having her heart broken after relationships, but she’s love the concept of “love” and is fascinated with it. She was often teased for having “frizzy” hair in elementary school.
Relationships with other characters?: she’s a true romantic…..so, yeah if you want her to..she can.

Nicola’s Character: 

Name: Katie Azote (azote means nitrogen in French xD)
Age (15 or 16): 16
Appearance: Waist-length dirty blonde hair, mischievious green eyes, slightly pale skin (of English descent though has an accent of whatever country the story is set in).
Personality: Katie loves a good laugh. She’s incredibly cunning and can pull off a prank in ten seconds, but she’s also good-natured and nice to most people and is very loyal to her friends. She is outgoing, funny and loves to make jokes, and that’s why everyone loves her. She can also be a bit cheeky at times, or she can tease her friends (though in a good-natured way), and she will become very sarcastic when angered. She is very fit and enjoys sport; she’s also a bit of a tomboy and is ruthless when playing football.
Weapon: Katie can use almost anything to make a weapon but her most-used weapon is her trusty Swiss army knife.
House: Green (sports)
Weakness: Katie has trypanophobia, a phobia of needles. Needles scare the rational parts of her brain into hiding.
Relationships with other characters?: You make this up. I suppose Katie could have a best friend, and be good friends with the rest of the group, though it wouldn’t hurt to get her a boyfriend… ooh la la!

CLOSING THIS ON SUNDAY. 

I haz returned from my trip! It was fabulous and great to meet my family!

I went to London, on a safarai and a beautiful beach! It is bittersweet to be home though.. But I had camp today but it made it better! so I am happy to return to commenting!

I also have a new story-sign up idea! Post it later.

OK, that was for you RCG. Buh bye! I also so the Sherlock Holmes movie, ROBERT DOWNEY JR ;D

I’ve finally finished packing! Since I have some time to relax, I thought I should post a short teaser to the plot I posted Here. Let me know if I should continue or not. The Twilight stuff isn’t accurate, not that you care or anything. It’s awful, I’m sorry.

Edit: I absolutely hated the ending, so I changed it to something that made sense. I’m satisfied now. Also, they’re all High School aged[14-18]. Whether or not they’ll attend a High School is still being decided. Yeah, I forgot to mention that earlier.

Love Bites- Teaser: What’s Up With Teen Romances?

1st Person, Artemis POV.

Zombies. Out of the thousands of other things we could’ve been facing, we had zombies and we were surrounded.

“Hm, There are four of us and roughly twenty of them. We are in trouble.” Athena said.

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious, goddess of wisdom.” Hecate snapped in a sarcastic tone.

The next time I see Eros, I’m going to kill him.

Time Change: A few days earlier.

I’ve never understood Teen Romances. This one was about a depressed girl having to choose between a sparkly boy and another boy who’s always shirtless. I had no clue why I was being forced to watch this.

“The werewolf boy has ripped his shirt off again,” Athena announced, “That’s five times in the last ten minutes.”

The shirtless guy was a werewolf? Lycan has a lot more hair than he does.

“Ahh,” Aphrodite squealed, “He’s so shirtless!”

Hecate tried to get up and leave, but Aphrodite shoved her back in her chair.

“I don’t understand this,” Hestia said quietly.

The depressed girl and the sparkly boy leaned in for a kiss. “Eww,” I moaned, “Gross.”

Aphrodite gasped, “I have an idea,” She said, “Since none of you understand this movie how about I-”

‘Let you go’, Please say ‘let you go’.

“Fix you hair,” she continued, “There’s a certain goddess I know that has awful helmet hair…”

She continued to tell everyone their hair flaws, each followed by a five minute rant.

“…And that’s why you shouldn’t dye your hair purple, Hecate.” Aphrodite finished.

Hecate looked offended. She summoned a sharp object and lunged at the love goddess.

Athena pulled her back. “I know she frustrates you, but you can’t hurt her,” She said, “We are not allowed to get blood on the marble floors.”

“Oh, So I can get her in the courtyard?” Hecate asked.

“Aphrodite, Don’t you have to help Eros prepare for Valentine’s Day?” Hestia asked, trying to change the subject. Either she didn’t want a fight to break out, or she wanted to escape Aphrodite as badly as the rest of us.

“I do!” Aphrodite exclaimed, running toward the door, “Thank you for reminding me, Hestia.”

I looked at the other three girls, “Run,” I said.

Hi!

Hihihihihihihihi!

This is kinda long.

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