I’m finally graduating today.

I, of course, was forced to wear a skirt and a pair of high heeled death traps to match.

Luckily, I got the ‘honor’ of choosing them, which apparently was supposed to make this situation better somehow. (Not even slightly. But it made my mom happy, so that’s what I’m gonna wear. I’ll get over it.)

I just can’t wait to see everyone else’s dresses/outfits, and maybe my friend had better luck with that self tanner this time.

The only thing that worries me is the fact that I forgot to bring my shoes to practice this morning so I’m really hoping that I’ll be able to get through the ceremony without falling on my face.

Whatever, I’m getting the heck outta Jr. High today!

Just wanted to let you know that I’m doing okay. Life’s just a little too stressful right now, but I should be back after I graduate a week from now.
In the meantime, Have a One Shot starring older Camille. Because apparently that’s the only character I write about these days.

The door to a little girl’s room creaked open, revealing a sleeping figure underneath the blankets.

“Should we wake her?” A voice asked, “She looks so peaceful.”

The two figures in the doorway looked at each other. No one spoke.

It was true, the girl was sleeping halfway off the bed, with her hair flung carelessly across the pillow in every direction, and a trail of drool coming from the corner of her mouth.

Maybe, the two thought, they should let her sleep a little longer.

Something else, however didn’t agree with this proposition. A flash of black and white slipped through the doorway and jumped on the bed, landing on the sleeping girl.

“Cookeh,” groaned the seventeen-year-old from beneath the covers.

This little girl was only little in her parents’ eyes, now. She was, in her own words, ‘A mature and completely responsible adult.’ Yeah, right.

Though she could fully control her powers, and reading hieroglyphs came more naturally to her: The school that accepted Allie, Katy, and Cat wouldn’t accept her, because she was(“…And this is only their opinion,” Camille claimed) ‘a lazy half-mortal’.

Which meant it was regular High School for the daughter of Nut. No special classes for each god and goddess, or her own individual training time. Just Honors English and Volleyball practice.

And that’s what she did every week for the nine months of school.
~

“-And this is why Romeo and Juliet is such a tragic love story…” The teacher droned on.

Of course, no one was paying any attention.

Several students were either texting behind their books or sleeping, and it looked as if the couple in the back might be eating each other’s faces off. Ugh.

Your typical High School classroom.

“Would any of you like to voice your opinion?” The teacher asked.

One half of the previously mentioned couple stood up, walked up to the center of the classroom.

“I don’t think it’s a tragic love story,” He said, adding emphasis with air quotes, “I mean Juliet was, like, what- thirteen? And Romeo was just in love with this other girl a couple days before. Tragic love story my-”

“Thank you, Carter,” The teacher interrupted, “Please return to your seat.”

Carter’s girlfriend snorted, “It’s true,” She said, “When I was thirteen the only thing I cared about was whether or not I was missing the newest episode of Jersey Shore.”

“Camille,” The teacher said, “Anything you’d like to add?”

“Carter pretty much said exactly what was on my mind,” Camille said.

Every day, The teacher wondered how these students ever got into his class.

He only stopped wondering when they turned in their essays.
~
In the Academy of Ra, the students always wondered what real High School was like.

On Fridays, they were allowed to watch movies or TV after training as some sort of reward, and this is where all of their ideas came from.

“I’m sure they all sing and dance through the hallways,” One claimed.

“On Wednesdays, They wear pink,” Claimed the other.

And this is what they did every weekend that year.
~

“-And that’s why the story of Isis and Osiris is so tragic…” The instructor droned on.

Very few were paying attention. Several students either doodled hieroglyphs on their papyrus or slept, and then there was that couple that never separated-clinging to each other like leeches on skin. Disgusting.

Another day at the Academy of Ra.

“Would anyone like to contribute to the discussion?” the instructor asked.

No one said anything, they all knew better than to disrespect the instructor. But they were all thinking the same thing, ‘It could’ve been avoided if he hadn’t gotten into the coffin in the first place.’

The instructor always bragged on his students. Always turning in papers on time, being so respectful, but what he didn’t understand were the tiny drawings along the sides of the papyrus.

Another apology post? Ugh.

My life has been so stressful. I have an important Band competition, the State Solo and Ensemble the next day, my end of the year class trips, and on top of that have to keep my grades up so I can be an honors graduate.

Also everyone’s favorite Math/History/8th grade homeroom teacher might not be able to do our graduation because she’ll probably still be in bed rest. Which is pretty sad for us, considering we probably won’t be able to spend our last few school and Jr. High days with her. All of us are worried.

Me being sick doesn’t help either.

There’s 17 regular school days til I get the heck outta Jr. High.

Can’t. Wait.

I just wanna sprawl out on the floor and start making Chewbacca noises, because the only non-stressful thing that happened today was my Starry Night paint-by-number thing for Art is getting sent to the fair this summer. Also, I found a quarter.Whee.

Mechanical Doll sounds amazing, and my Snare Drum Solo is less terrible, our Band songs are sounding like award material, and I’m playing in the City Band this summer, which’ll be my first real job. I need money, and they need percussionists. It all works out in the end.

I’m gonna go finish watching The Voice. I’ll be back in a few weeks. I’ll try, I really will.

I’ve got exciting news!

The Solo/Ensemble contest was yesterday, and my snare drum solo got a first, but that’s not important.

You know that duet with my friend I was really excited about? The Mechanical Doll?

Well, we got a first superior(it’s like a perfect/close to a perfect). After we played it, the judge(who actually said something other than ‘Thank You’) said ‘Excellent’. And he scribbled ‘Beautiful’ on our score sheet, (that my friend and I might’ve creeped on the girl who wrote scores to read…)

I think we blew his mind.

We get to take it to State next month, along with my snare drum solo, but it’s not important, and I get some shiny pins for my concert outfit.

Reblogged from My Crazy, Beautiful Life:

A long time ago, like, when I first joined Where Thunder Roars, I made a post ranting talking about my likes/dislikes while exploring FanFiction for the first time. And I had no idea what I was talking about.

Let's try this again.

Okay, First up: When an OC and a Canon Character that's already taken by another character are so madly in love that whoever the canon character was dating in the original book/game/whatever doesn't even matter anymore.

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When I first started reading Fanfiction, I had no idea what the heck I was talking about. Over a year later, I decided to try again; still not knowing what the heck I'm talking about.

I’m alive… I’ll make a decent post when I’m less tired and feel better.

That’s all.

…Because I’m sure you love hearing them from me.

I know I said I’d be active but I just haven’t felt like it.

I just finished Basketball. We lost the Championship round, but we put up a good fight. I cried a little bit, because it was my very last Basketball game of Jr. High.
But I made myself better by forcing the 7th graders to promise me they’d make it to State next year.

Then got thrown into Volleyball the next day. Full team of 8th graders, guys. So excited.

Then the next day, I got sick with the flu. And I’m still really tired even though I slept til, like, 11, and feel like crap.
My whole family is sick, though. We’ve been lying around watching reruns of Glee…

Maybe next week.

Oh gosh, I pretty much dropped off the face of the Earth for a couple weeks.

In a shocking surprise: My basketball team advanced in Regionals. The final game that determines the winner is tomorrow. Then when if we win, we’ll advance to State and I’ll be gone for longer.

Also, Volleyball season starts in a few days. ^_^ This also depends on whether or not we advance any farther.

I’ll try and comment later.

Wish me luck,
FoxFace

Edit:
We lost… It was really close and we put up a good fight, but sadly it wasn’t enough to advance us. It was a great last season- I had fun.

Thanks for your encouragement, guys.

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I decided to write something before the year ended, So I made a parody of Reincarnation. .

"Bye, Sweetie," Dad called, as he sped away, "Time to be someone else's problem for a few months!"

"Wait my-" I began as my suitcases hit the sidewalk beside me, "Love you, too, Dad." I called.

My first day at Alpha Academy. Secretly, I was very nervous.

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Oh gosh, what the heck is this?

We’re getting some winter storms around here, and my Internet’s being a piece of crap.

Please excuse any half finished comments/double comments that are posted by me, or anything that’s left unanswered for the next few hours.

Thanks.

~FoxFace

“Well,” A voice said from behind the couch, “Are you going to move, or are you going to continue taking up all the room? I have no place to sit.”

Ammut grumbled as she sat up and patted the now empty spot beside her.

“Thank you,” The voice, which belonged to Ma’at, said, sitting down.

“Great,” Camille muttered, coming down the stairs, “Just come right in.”

She looked as if she just woke up considering her (very interesting, Ma’at noted) wardrobe choices: Unbrushed hair, Angry Birds pajamas, and star patterned comforter draped around her shoulders like a cape. Mortals didn’t usually wear this in public places.

“The spare key was under the mat?” Hathor suggested, shrugging her shoulders.

“It’s, like, four in the morning,” Camille groaned, flopping down on the couch next to Ammut.

“But it’s four in morning on Christmas,” Cat, daughter of Bastet, who just came bounding down the stairs in a happier fashion than Camille, said, “I love their surprises.”

“It’s still four in the morning,” she said, “Can’t you come at- I dunno, ten, maybe?”

Ammut picked up the remote and flipped through the channels until she found a program she wanted to watch.

“Gather ’round, Children. Let’s all watch The Polar Express,” She said, “And just an FYI: The tree is not a chair, Bastet, get off before you break something.”

“Mom~” Cat whined, “That’s so embarrassing!”

“Sorry,” she said, jumping off the tree and landing in a chair that happened to contain Thoth.

“Hey,” Thoth said, pushing Bastet off his lap, “Get off.”

“Camille,” Horus said running from the kitchen over to the couch. He ruffled Camille’s hair, making it look even worse than before.

“Horus,” Nut said, peeking out of the kitchen doorway, “I still need help with- Oh, Camille! You’re awake. I’m suprised.”

“Yeah,” She said, “All the noise woke me up. But Hey, The longer I stay awake, the more time I have to spend with you guys, right?”

“More time with Camille,” Horus asked, “Ugh, I didn’t want that!” Camille shot him a dirty look.

“Hey, relax- I’m just joking,” He said, “Merry Christmas, Camille.”

“Merry Christmas, Horus,” She said, looking at everyone before her, “Merry Christmas, guys.”

Oh gosh, What a cheesy ending. I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Merry Christmas. :)

I’m so excited you have no idea at all. So excited.

First of all: My sister’s home for Christmas! Oh my gosh, we’re going to my aunt’s house on Christmas Day and we’re gonna watch the Doctor Who special as soon as we get there.

Second: I got my solo for the contest in March yesterday. But that’s not as exciting as the duet my best friend agreed to preform with me.

She just started out as a percussionist, because she switched instruments. I encouraged her to preform with me. (“C’mon, I can’t read the notes without counting the lines…”)

We chose a piece called ‘The Mechanical Doll’ and the first few measures we’ve got figured out sound amazing.

I’m so excited. Just- ahh.

So I got another set of holes in my ears today…

I’m still getting over the shock of my parents agreeing to let me.

And they didn’t get the earring stuck in the gun like last time. That was, like, three years ago, but hey; it could’ve happened a second time. You never know.

I made my sister hold my hands- again. (I’m such a wimp… XD)

Anyway, I got butterflies. :3 They were the smallest and the easiest to tape over for Basketball.

We’re all taking bets to see how long it takes my unobservant friend to notice. I say it’ll take her til 6th period Monday.

Pics might be posted after the redness goes away.

I also got a Batman shirt. It looks pretty awesome.

One of my friends was feeling a little upset, and I had enough time to make a stupid one-shot that I hope makes her feel a little better.
Also, Ammut’s human in this. Her profile is on My Crazy, Beautiful Life somewhere. This may sound awful, I haven’t written in forever.

There’s a Place Downtown Where the Freaks All Come Around

Wow, really good performance. I never knew there was a move that made the dancer look like
they’re being tazed. So believable, too…

Ammut sat on the bar stool, flipping through a magazine she’d found laying on the couch.

It looked promising with phrases like ‘Shinier Hair in Two Weeks!’ and ‘Win a New York Shopping Spree!’, written in a bold font across the cover. She hoped this thing didn’t belong to Osiris and Ma’at just happened to leave it there when she left to prepare a trial.

Her boot-clad feet swung back and forth as she thought for a minute. Either finish reading ‘Kristen Stewart Shows Emotion!’ or find out why Anubis was going into hysterics in the other room.

…Bye, Kristen Stewart.

“‘Ey, What’s all this screaming about?” Ammut asked, arms crossed on her chest.

“Hathor- Party- Dance- Can’t…” Anubis spit out before sinking to the floor and curling up into a ball.

“Hathor’s having a party,” Ammut tried making sense of the words, “And you can’t- You can’t dance? Ha.”

Anubis groaned.

“C’mon, Let’s see it. Shuffle, Gangnam Style, Lawnmower? Show me what’cha got.”

Anubis pried himself off the floor and started doing a- Uh, very interesting interpretation of the shuffle.

It ended with some slow clapping.

“Wow, really good performance,” Ammut said, “I never knew there was a move that made the dancer look like
they’re being tazed. So believable, too…”

Anubis groaned again, putting himself back on the floor.

Ammut, however, was having a fantasy.

“Whoa,” Hathor said, pointing at Anubis, who was doing a terrible job of dancing to the pop song blasting through the speakers, “I feel sorry for whoever that guy’s with…”

“Hey, Ammut,” Bastet said, “Isn’t that Anubis?”

“Pshh, What?- No! I haven’t seen that guy before,” Ammut defended, “Never met ‘im.”

“That is so Anubis…”

“Hey, I don’t blame her for acting like she doesn’t know him. Look at him on the dance floor I mean, seriously.”

“You should just- stay home,” Ammut said,”I-it’s for the good of both of us.”

As you can see, I haven’t been posting/commenting anymore. (I’ve been reading your posts, I promise.)

I’ve been so busy-ohmygoshyouhavenoidea-with basketball, homework, I’ve been accepted into Honor Band, and made the Scholastic Bowl team, etc.

And-Here’s where I’ve failed you the most- I’ve completely lost inspiration for Love Bites. I promised I wouldn’t and I’d finish, but I guess not.

The story seemed like such a good idea when I first started. I was like Oh my gosh, zombies! But now I’m like ‘What the heck was I thinking?! This staring to look likeReincarnation/Alpha Academy/ The Crappiest Story I’ve Ever Written!’ I still enjoy zombies, but now I kinda wanna quit and say “Never trying to write another story again, because I can’t commit to it no matter how hard I try”.

I’ve basically lost all interest in writing whatsoever, and am slowly losing interest in Greek Mythology.(The good thing is, It’s no longer an obsession.)I may post random oneshots, some script I wrote for a video(I’m so much better at scripts), or a story I pulled out of one of my old notebooks.

On the up side, my birthday is Friday! :)

Well, I hope you’re all doing well in your writing contest, and again, I wish the best of luck to all of you. Hope your stories turn out great and you can commit to them, unlike me.

There are so many NaNoWriMo posts, and I don’t have enough time to comment on all of them.

So I wish all of you Good Luck, and the plots that are posted are amazing.

Hope you all place somewhere in the top 5. :)

Using the main Characters of Love Bites(and a few more), I’ve come up with a short Halloween themed story that’s incredibly short.

And here’s a super short preview.

“B-but we can’t go down there! It’s dark and creepy, and dark.”

“C’mon guys, the Underworld isn’t that scary… Once you’ve lived in it for a while.”

“We fought off zombies, I say: Challenge Accepted.”

“If I must… What were we expecting to find, again?”

“Hecate lost one of her magic books.”

“Did she happen to check the Library?”

“No, That idea never came to me. Are you coming or not?”

“Nobody’s going to listen to what I said? I’m afraid of the dark.”

 

 

 

 

Okay, Lesson #1- Never post a story from your 7th grade notebook without rewriting it first. This is a rewrite of that old Reincarnation/Alpha Academy chapter since I wasn’t satisfied with it. Ugh, Last year’s writing. 

Sasha POV

The rain poured down, making my clothes and dark hair cling to my skin. I was standing in the courtyard, spear in hand, letting myself get soaking wet. I wasn’t wearing any armor which, in my opinion, was pretty stupid. I was looking for something- Something to fight.

“I’ve finally found you, Girl.” Or someone.

“Ares,” I snarled, staring him down intensely.

“You’ve got something of mine, Girl,” He said, “And I want it back.”

“I told you,” I said, “It’s in the Armory where it belongs.”

“I didn’t find it there,” He said walking closer to me, “Look at that hair of yours. I’m sure you wore it. Or you haven’t figured out that hairbrush yet. Is that the case, Girl?”

“Look,” I said, “I don’t know where your helmet is, Okay? Just- Just leave, Please?”

“I remember you said you’d fight me for it,” He took another step closer to me, “Isn’t that true?”

“Y-yes,” I said, taking a step back, “And fight I will…”

“How cute, The little goddess wants to fight the god of war. Bad choice, Girl.”

“I-I,” I stuttered , “I can fight you. And…And I can win.”

I charged, and the sound of wood knocking against wood echoed through the courtyard.

Before I knew what was going on, I was disarmed and backed into a corner, my weapon far out of reach.

“I told you it was a bad idea,” Ares said, triumphantly pointing the spear at me where I couldn’t move, “Now, How am I gonna finish you off?”

“Ares,” Selene’s voice scolded as she came into view, “Don’t do that to your sister!”

Looks like I did win.

Selene walked over to me and knelt down next to the corner I was still backed into. Better give her a good show.

I wedged myself further back into the corner and pretended to shiver, giving her the most pathetic look I could muster.

“Oh,” She gushed, “Look at you, all wet. Poor thing.”

“But-She… She charged at me,” Ares said, “She should get in trouble, too.”

Selene ignored what he had just said and was attempting to coax me out of my corner. I made myself tremble and look frightened. Surely she’d buy it and wouldn’t punish me.

“Poor Athena,” She said, wrapping something around me,  “Let’s get you dry, Okay?”

I stood up slowly, watching Ares like he would jump me if I decided to turn away.

“It’s okay,dear,” Selene said, brushing a chunk of my wet hair away from my face, “He won’t hurt you.”

Mission Accomplished.

~

Kyle POV

I was in trouble. Selene ratted me out and turned me into my parents.

“But the girl charged at me,” I protested, “And stole my helmet, which she said she’d fight me for.”

“I have never heard the pathetic creature utter a word,” Mother said, “Though she was wearing your helmet earlier.”

“Athena speaks to me all the time,” Father chimed in, “And I don’t think she’d do such a thing.”

“Then explain to me why she never speaks to me!”

“Maybe you frighten her. You seem to enjoy screaming at her.”

“I do not frighten her- and she enjoys being disrespectful.”

“Why does she always search for an escape route when you enter the room, then?”

They began to argue and I slipped out of the room only to run into the girl I was trying to stay away from.

“What do you want, Girl,” I asked, “Wasn’t getting me in trouble enough?”

Her gray eyes were glued to the floor, “I-I found your helmet,” She held it out to me, “You left it in the Courtyard… Underneath the tree.”

“I tried to hurt you,” I said, “And you’re still giving it back? We don’t do that here. It’s a stupid choice.”

She looked up at me and held the object out- shaking it like, ‘Here, take it,’.

‘Stupid girl,’ I thought, reaching for it.

“No,” She said, jerking the helmet away, “I think I’ll keep it.”

I’d been tricked.

Just a new, better sounding summary for Love Bites. I should be working on my History project…

The one day Artemis, Athena, Hestia, and Hecate hate the most is Valentine’s Day. Twilight movies. Heart-shaped cookies. Permanent makeup. Countless boyfriend offers. How annoying…

Everything about this day is going perfect for Aphrodite- Everything except those pesky maidens who are always avoiding love.  She’s sure she can fix them. Or at least make them a little girlier.

When Hecate’s zombie elixir goes missing, the girls have to figure out who stole it, and why their new admirers are zombies- all while avoiding the works of Aphrodite.

That love potion looks a little strange, don’t you think?

 

A one-shot, because I’m experiencing writer’s block with Love Bites.

To get the title, you have to understand that Camille is the daughter of a sky goddess named Nut. At first, I was going to call it ‘Never ever use your powers in public’ , but I think this title is way better.

By the way, basketball season is about to start. My first practice is pretty soon.

Seriously Camille, Why the heck did you just do that?” 

“I dunno, I needed my Science book. And it was kind of fun…” 

“Yeah, Danger. The most fun you could ever experience in a lifetime.” 

— 

Friday, the 18th or something.

“It’s Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday,” my friend, Allie, skipped around singing the most annoying song in the entire history of annoying songs, “Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend. Friday, Friday, gettin’ down on Friday…”

I dug through my messy locker, searching for my Science book. Science… Ew. If I didn’t find my book soon, I’d be in huge trouble. Not only would I be late, but I’d also be without a book.

“We, We, We, We so excited,” Allie sang, “We so excited…”

“That’s not even proper grammar,” Katy shrieked.

Before you ask, this isn’t the same Katy with the song about kissing girls just to try it, and tasting their Cherry Chapstick. Heck no, this Katy is the exact opposite…

Allie is the one who enjoys the music, I’m sure you’ve already figured this out.

“Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday,” Allie was still singing, “Today it is Friday, Friday…”

“Thanks for teaching me the days of the week,” I mutter sarcastically, “I was having so much trouble with them. I’ve been enlightened.”

So. Many. Papers. How was I going to sift through all these?

I thought for a second. And then I got an idea… Two words: Wind power.

I tried summoning the wind. Rain. Hail. Ouch, Lightening. Finally, Wind.

I moved it to the bottom of my locker to blow the papers away. Underneath them were some dirty gym socks, my History notes, one of Cookeh’s catnip toys that somehow ended up in my backpack, and finally, my Science book.

“Woo,” I shouted, waving the book around for all to see, “Got my Science book!”

Allie stopped singing. Finally.

“Seriously Camille,” Katy said, “why the heck did you just do that?”

“I dunno,” I said, “I needed my Science book. And it was kind of fun…”

“Yeah, Danger,” Katy said, “The most fun you could ever experience in a lifetime.”

Three…

Two…

One.

“What did I say about using our powers in public,” Katy said, “That was crazy, totally sky goddess.”

“Hey,” I said, “Don’t insult my mom’s name. And what’ll we run into-”

“A Serpoptard…” Allie said, trembling.

“Exactly, Allie. A Serpoptard,” Katy said, crossing her arms, “We could run into a Serpoptard.”

“No Katy,” I exclaimed, motioning to the beast in the hallway, “Serpoptard!”

“Run,” Allie squeaked.

I sprinted down the hallway, until I tripped and fell.

Man, that was really stupid. But at least I found my Science book.

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